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practice (pt. 3) | jjk

→pairing: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

→rating/genre: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst

→word count: 12.8k sorry

→warnings: emotional at points, fighting rip, oc lowkey in her villain era, they both say mean things to eachother (nothing tew intense), jk is not a himbo >:(, characters are forced to face their insecurites </3, misunderstandings, finger sucking, oral sex (f and m recieving), 69 action if u squint, brief ass eating, a little manhandling, titty sucking (obvi), flavored lube, butt plug moment, miss hitachi is finally here !!!, unprotected sex, corruption kink, squirting, overstimulation, slight dom jk, a bit of manhandling, praise, creampie, maybe unrequited love, maybe not (lol jk u'll find out), where's waldo but instead of waldo its bam

→summary: Sparks fly as you try to forget about Jungkook.

→notes: it’s finally here! if you haven't read pt 2 in a while, i'd suggest rereading it before reading this part! maybe even pt 1 bc callbacks. you might miss a few things if you don't. kinda nervy to post this bc everyone was so conflicted. hopefully the ending is satisfying for all. also sorry if the smut is meh, this piece was more plot driven than other things i’ve written. thank you so much for the love and support on this series. seriously cannot thank you guys enough. very bittersweet to be saying goodbye to it but i hope you stick around. love you and as always feedback is v appreciated !! big ty to @floweryjeons for betaing !!

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dumbo do u want lunch? i can drop it off in about 30

You were midway through a three hour lab and you really needed to focus. Unfortunately, the professor’s droning was easily overtaken by incessant vibrating. You peek at your phone with a scoff before shoving it back into your pocket. 

Jungkook doesn’t get the hint.

dumbo i’ll just get the usu

dumbo lol i forget… ur lab is in room 305 in the civic engagement building right?

Room 222 in the science building. You don’t correct him, though. 

It was difficult to ignore the sharp, self-inflicted stabs that pierced through your back whenever he texted you. But you had to rip the bandaid off before it had time to adhere to you entirely. You hadn’t talked to him in days. Not since he lied to you.

Whenever you had the urge to respond, you went through memories. Pictures of him looking unamused, pink pout scrunched up as you smushed his cheeks together. Videos of his nostrils fluttering as blaring snores filled your dorm room; your soft giggles in the background.

Little snapshots of the present that were now the past. 

You were slowly weaning yourself off of Jeon Jungkook.

Your phone goes off again during your break. 

dumbo hey i’ve been waiting for like 20 min

dumbo gonna head out since ur probably caught up. free until about 4 tho so text me if u want anything i’ll come back

dumbo or we can just get something after the showcase?

dumbo are you running late?

dumbo you know it starts at 7p right?

dumbo ik you hate being late so i’m starting to get nervous…

dumbo just let me know that you’re safe please

Those texts were sent nearly three hours ago. You’ve tried to distract yourself with homework, Sailor Moon, and the watermelon mask you were currently washing off your face. Nothing helped. The guilt lingering in your chest was heavy and you wish it would trickle down the drain like the abandoned products. 

You sigh, shaking your hands vigorously to flick off the excess water. A damp knuckle presses your phone screen. It’s 10 p.m. on a Friday. Back at square one. 

The scent of your green tea moisturizer fills your nostrils as you glide the creamy substance over your skin. Fingertips dancing gently across the surface of your plump cheeks. The touch is soft and delicate, just like his was-

Intrusive thoughts make you want to remove your frontal lobe.

You try to remind yourself that although vibrant and dashing, Jungkook was anything but your knight in shining armor. Greedy. Disgusting. Selfish. Just like the rest of the men who tried to conquer the tall brick walls of your heart, mind, and body. 

You look at yourself in the mirror. Despite the brightening mask, your dewy skin was dull. The inner corners of your big eyes were overtaken by winding red branches. The thick black bags under them appear even heftier than your beloved Playboy duffel. Your plump lips are coated in your Laniege lip mask. It’s candy-flavored, but it doesn’t taste as sweet anymore. You look lifeless. 

Did cutting Jungkook off really affect you that badly?

Or perhaps you always looked like this, and the loss of him made you realize how truly gloomy and lackluster things were before.

For the past two months, your reflections were filled with pearly white teeth and crinkled eyes. Being with Jungkook was careless and irresponsible in all the right ways. Whenever you were with him, the negative thoughts that often plagued your mind were forgotten, and you were just… free. 

But look where that got you.

The sound of your phone pinging brings you back to reality. 

dumbo tae said that you’re home with mina…

Taehyung. What a little snitch. You’ll make sure that Mina punishes him adequately. 

dumbo not sure what your deal is but i’m fucking heated

“What do you know, Taehyung?” You sneer his name like a curse; the nasty ‘T’ word.

“I know everything,” he responds nonchalantly, flipping through his absolute mammoth of a textbook. He nods his head toward the guilty party beside him. “Your bestie told me.” 

“Liar!” Mina gasps, smacking his sweater-clad bicep. Her voice lowers immediately when Taehyung shushes her. You were in the library after all. She looks at you exasperatedly. “I didn’t tell him like- ‘everything’ everything.”

“I don’t need to know everything.” He closes the hardcover book gingerly, peering at you over the thick black rim of his glasses. You’re convinced they’re a sham, and he only wears them to look professional and intellectual. “My keen deductive reasoning has led me to the conclusion that this situation is—in fact—fucking ridiculous.”

You gawk at bluntness. “Aren’t you literally studying to be a therapist?” 

“Psychiatrist,” he corrects with a cheesy grin. “I’m allowed to tell you when you’re being childish.”

“Tae, be nice.” Mina warns with a scowl, holding her index finger out right in front of his nose. “I know Jungkook is your friend, but he’s grimy.”

“I swear, I’m not trying to be a dick.”  Taehyung laughs, raising his hands up in surrender. “I’m just giving perspective. I care about you, __.”

“Sure you do.” You answer curtly, rolling your eyes. 

“And-,” Taehyung claps his large palms together, fingertips pointed towards you in an accusatory fashion. “-I know Jungkook better than both of you.” He gestures between you and Mina. “He’s not a bad dude.” 

“He-,”

“He ditched her to go to a party!” Mina beats you to the punch, voice whiny and frustrated. “And lied about it! He’s trash!”

“Thank you, Mina,” you whisper-shout, placing a finger over your lips to remind her, once again, that you were still in the library. As much as you love her, you didn’t necessarily want all of campus knowing your dirty laundry. Your eyes scan the dimly lit room for eavesdroppers. Luckily, it was fairly empty at this time of day. 

“Why don’t you just talk to him?” 

“It’s not that simple, Tae,” you sigh, turning your attention back to the empty word document on your laptop screen. In the twenty minutes you’ve been sitting here, you have only managed to type the essay’s title and your name. Spelled wrong. Sneakily, you correct the typo before anyone notices. 

“Maybe…” Mina starts, lips scrunching to the side in contemplation. She looks at her boyfriend innocently before tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Playing all the right cards. “Maybe… you could talk to him for her? Or do a little snoopy snoop to see what he’s up to?”

“There’s no way in hell I’m playing double agent for you guys.”  

“Come on, Tae!” Mina pouts. “It could be fun!”

“No,” Taehyung laughs, shaking his head. “I refuse to get in the mid-,”

“Hey!” 

Taehyung’s words are cut off by an uncomfortably familiar voice. Its usual soft, playful tone was laced with sternness. The sound makes your spine straighten. 

Jungkook. 

You were so distracted that you hadn’t heard his clunky black boots stomping towards you. The firm grip of tattooed fingers on your shoulder makes you look up. Even under the rim of his bucket hat, you can see the angry stars dancing in his black eyes. They’re hot and scalding with irritation. “Can we talk?”

“About?” You peep in feigned naivety. 

“Oh, please,” he scoffs loudly, laughing in disbelief. The seat beside you is yanked out with a startling screech. Jungkook plops down on it and turns to face you, knees digging into your outer thigh. Always so incredibly close. “Don’t give me that shit-,”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung calls, trying to stifle the bubbling lava in Jungkook’s stomach before he erupts. It was rare to see his happy-go-lucky friend so agitated. “Chill.”

His eyes soften at the warning. It’s like Jungkook hadn’t even registered how angry he had actually become. The entirety of his college experience has been spent distancing anger—and any other negative emotion—so far from his being that he couldn’t even detect the cues anymore. He inhales deeply through his nose, white t-shirt pulling tight at his chest, before exhaling. 

“You good?” Taehyung asks. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” Jungkook nods, bringing a hand up to massage slow circles into his temple. Despite how upset you are with him, the self-soothing mechanism makes your heart ache. “I promise, I’m calm. I just want to talk.”

His pupils dart between the two unmoving figures across from you.

“Alone, please.”

Jungkook and Taehyung lock eyes for a moment, communicating silently through some bro-telepathy that has you and Mina exchanging confused glances. Suddenly, the curly-haired boy nods, collecting his textbook and intertwining his fingers with Mina’s. “Let’s go, babe.”

“Tae, wait!” Mina protests, trying to wriggle out of Taehyung’s grasp. She looks at you apologetically as her boyfriend urges her towards the exit, unable to break free. “Call me after, okay?” She shoots Jungkook a threatening glare before turning away. 

And just like that, you were left alone with the man you’d been avidly avoiding for the past week and a half. 

“Are you mad at me?” Jungkook questions, silver piercing glimmering in the light as he gnaws on his bottom lip. The pink skin under his bunny teeth was already turning red. “Like… did I do something wrong?”

You look everywhere but him, mindlessly scrolling up and down the empty page on your laptop screen. It was a poor attempt to act unbothered, despite the heavy thumping in your chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The showcase?”

“What about it?” 

Jungkook always took your attitude in stride, leveling your petty comments with kisses and playful eyerolls. This eye roll, however, paired with a painfully clenched jaw, is anything but playful. “Quit playing games, __. I’ve had enough,” he grits. 

He never calls you by your name. 

“Playing games,” you echo with a sarcastic laugh. In the pit of your stomach, you can feel the sadness morphing into a fit of heady anger. The words taste vile and sour on your tongue before they’re spewed at him. “That’s rich coming from you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the puzzled expression on his face. Eyebrow piercing twitching in confusion as the cogs in his brain spin, trying to make sense of your words. “I don’t understand…” 

How does he not understand?

“Why didn’t you come to the showcase?”

You huff out a sigh, gaze fluttering to the ceiling. 

“Answer me,” he urges, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, clearly trying to shift your attention back onto him. As if that wasn’t what landed you in this position in the first place.

“Jungkook-,” 

Your voice gets caught in your throat when you feel his sharp exhales fan across your cheek. Fast and restless. It makes you miss the deep, peaceful ones he would make when buried under your heavy duvet; hair disheveled from tossing and turning and the brush of your fingers as you lulled him to sleep. His breath smells like toothpaste and vanilla gum. You glance at your taskbar. It’s 12:23 p.m. and he hasn’t eaten yet.

“I didn’t go because this is unproductive,” you sigh, closing your laptop and finally gaining the courage to face the man beside you. “You being in my life is unproductive.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Unproductive.” When your eyes meet his big dark ones, you can’t stand them. You can’t stand him for what he’s done, for how he’s turned something so special to you, so ugly. It coaxes that equally ugly, scaly, green defensiveness out of you. You want to retreat, and rebuild the walls higher, so that your emotional security would never be destroyed again. Anyone who threatened it would be burned, including Jungkook, sitting before you with doe eyes as you prepared to breathe fire in his direction. “I know it’s a difficult word, but you’re a big boy. Sound it out.” 

The look on his face makes you regret the low blow instantly. 

“Jesus,” he huffs, taking his hat off and scrubbing his hands over his face like he’s trying to wake up from a nightmare. “Why are you being-”

You cringe, expecting a nasty insult.

“-so mean?”

Oh. 

Ow. 

For some reason, that hurt more than any curse word would. 

“I’m not mean.” 

“I know you’re not,” he lifts his head, searching your face for any remnant of the girl he’s spent the last two months with. “So why are you acting like this?”

Your silence eggs him further. 

“You know what, I’m so fucking sick of you treating me like I’m stupid,” his eyes squeeze closed when he swears, nails digging into his tattooed knuckles as he crosses his big hands. The confession rips through him and hits you like a physical blow. You suddenly remember all of the times you’ve teased Jungkook about his major or insulted his intelligence. 

‘What tests? You’re a photography major.’

‘You’re an idiot, Jungkook.’

‘Your major is showing.’

You didn’t mean any of it. Not one bit. They were just shitty efforts to conceal your feelings for him. You never realized that Jungkook was taking your comments to heart. But it was too little too late. You can’t turn back time and the floodgates have already opened. 

“Just because I’m not some big-shot science major, doesn’t mean that I’m fucking brainless. And it certainly doesn’t mean that you’re better than me.” With his hat sitting on the glossy wooden table, you can fully see the angry arch in his brows. The scrunch in his nose intensifies as he seethes. “What? You think you’re too good to go to the showcase? If you didn’t want to come you should’ve grown a pair and said something.”

“It’s not that,” you protest, chin quivering with ugly dents as you try to hold back tears. “I just… figured you’d bring someone else.”

Jungkook pauses for a moment, cogs coming to a halt when he finally comprehends your vague statements. “Stop acting like you can read my mind- or that you know me better than I know myself.” He snatches his hat and drops it back on his head, fingers gripping the rim to adjust the position. “Because you clearly don’t know shit about me.”

You watch silently as he scoots his chair back, standing up with urgency. How did things come to this? Two months ago you were casual friends, now you’re fighting in the middle of the school library. You would’ve never let him into your dorm room that night if you knew it would hurt this bad. 

“And I actually thought-,” Jungkook says, turning to face you. His lips open and then close promptly before he waves a hand at you. “Fuck it, nevermind. I’m done.” 

You look extremely suspect.

Speeding through campus with your hood up, sweater strings almost dangling to the floor with how tight you’ve pulled them. You can barely see where you’re going. The small fluffy peephole you’ve provided yourself is no good for navigating the winding halls of the dreaded liberal arts building. 

You’ve been sleeping in later and later; a recent habit. Most days you felt drained, barely able to muster the energy to crawl out of bed. That’s exactly what happened this morning, hence why you’re marching down this evil, forbidden shortcut, in hopes of making it to class on time. 

It’s a Tuesday. Jungkook doesn’t have classes on Tuesdays. But you’ve done everything in your power to avoid him and the places he frequents. You haven’t heard from him since the.. incident. Not a single text or call. It hurt like hell, but what did you expect? You weren’t exactly nice to him the last time you two spoke. And it wasn’t like he cared to begin with. He was probably already buried in someone else; moaning blissfully. Meanwhile, you can’t even leave your damn room without thinking about him. 

Shut up, evil brain. Back to the matter at hand—getting to class. 

You decide that music is the best method of distraction. An exaggerated sigh slips out as you yank your phone out of your pocket. You’re just about to crank your airpods up when a couple of distant voices catch your attention. 

“These are from this weekend's showcase, we’re taking them down next week…” A muffled response that you can’t comprehend. “Yep, all are my students.”

You stop dead in your tracks.

The professor’s prideful tone rings in your ears, drowning out whatever breakup playlist you were previously listening to. The mention of a showcase, the showcase, makes your heart drop with a painful thud. 

Fuck.

Your skull feels exponentially heavier than normal when you lift it, finally breaking eye contact with the dingy concrete floor underneath you. There are pictures hung all along the white walls of the campus center. No doubt leftover from an event you deliberately skipped. 

You roll your head back, attempting to loosen the uncomfortable tension in your muscles. Anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip, you take in your surroundings. Jittery hands pluck out your headphones and plop them back into your Luna-shaped airpod case. Underneath all the sadness and guilt, your body was teaming with curiosity. 

You never found out what Jungkook’s topic of choice was. And now that you think about it, you haven’t seen any of his photography. Ever. 

A quick look wouldn’t hurt, right?

Besides, maybe this was what you needed to move on. A final goodbye to the man who has held your mind captive for far too long. 

With a deep exhale and a heavy heart, you take the plunge and step forward. You lull along the walls, staring wide-eyed at each photo. Most of them take on a dark modern vibe, displaying people and objects in dreary settings. A sea of gray and black. Devoid of color. You glance at the labels above. The topics chosen were gloomy, too. 

Hm. Life imitates art. 

You wonder if those students have had their hearts broken as well. 

A vibrant splash of color makes you halt. Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at the canvas. There’s a blood-red rose. The lens is so zoomed in that the flower eats up the entire portrait. You place a manicured digit against it, tracing your fingertip along the jagged veins in the delicate petals. The imagery is surreal, almost comparable to a heart. Not a cutesy cartoon heart—the literal human organ. You think it’s stunning, standing out amongst the rest like a beautiful sore thumb. 

The printed black font along the border makes your breath hitch.

Love - Jeon Jungkook.

The subject confuses you, but the photography makes sense. Of course, this was Jungkook’s work. It’s obnoxious, lively, and so incredibly different from the rest. Stunning and enchanting, nonetheless. The next photo in his set is of two shadows, a bit distorted as they're splayed against the concrete. A couple holding hands. You recognize the silhouettes immediately; Mina and Taehyung. You can’t fight the smile spreading across your face. 

Next in the portfolio is a room, white walls decorated with faux ivy vines. The little, golden lights laced throughout them gives the picture a warm saturated glow. At the center of the photo is a woman laying underneath a cream duvet. Her bare back is facing the camera, messy hair sprawled on the pillow. It’s a bit risqué, but you get how it connects to his chosen subject. It’s the aftermath of the physical act of love.

To any other student or teacher strolling by, the woman in the picture was a stranger. But to you, she’s the farthest thing from a stranger.

She’s you.

Jungkook must have taken it while you were sleeping.

A wave of the most perplexing, juxtaposing emotions washes over you. Your palms turn clammy as you try to process what you’re witnessing. Why would he do this? Include a picture of you in a project, literally titled ‘love’, only to fucking lie to you? To take advantage of your affection and string you along while he entertained another person?

You find the answers to your aimless questions in the next photo.

Fireworks. 

The only time you remember seeing or hearing fireworks was… 

The night of the party. 

“Jungkook,” you sigh, pressing your damp forehead against the grainy wood of his door. You never thought you’d be in this position. Chasing after a man. It’s humiliating and out of character, but you need to make things right. “I know you’re in there…”

You’ve been standing outside of his dorm room for the past ten minutes. Knocking, pleading, begging. All to no avail. The sound of rustling blankets and footsteps on the other side makes you lift your head, eyes widening with hope. The optimism is lost once the soft noises stop completely. They only served to confirm your suspicions. Jungkook is home and he’s purposely ignoring you. 

Oh, the irony.

Earlier in the week, the roles were reversed. Jungkook was the one pining for your attention. Now, you know exactly how he must have felt that day in the library. And you don’t like it one bit. 

“Look,” you huff, shaking a few clumpy strands out of your face. “I know you probably don’t want to talk to me right now… but I’m really sorry.”

The only response you receive is the whoosh of running water. 

Your shoulders slump in defeat. Obviously, he’s not going to answer the door. Why would he? He had every right to be mad. You hadn’t hesitated to dismiss him, and his passions, when you were the one upset.

You come to the grim realization that maybe things are better this way.

Jungkook is completely, entirely, wholeheartedly different from you, and you from him. So much so that you were incompatible. You’ve barely dipped your toes into anything serious, yet the two of you were already fighting and miscommunicating. It would never work, whatever it is. It couldn’t.

Deep down in your heart, you know none of that is true.

As much as you try to rationalize the distance, you can’t convince yourself that your life is better like this—because whenever you picture a future with Jungkook or reflect on the past, you see and feel nothing but sunshine. The walls begin to crumble and you feel free. Maybe, the characteristics of Jungkook you deemed annoying and different, were what made being with him so euphoric.

But none of that matters anymore. Whatever chance you had at that, at something more with him, you've completely destroyed. With a grimace and an awful pit in your stomach, you decide the best thing you can do for him is leave him alone. You adjust the takeout bags in your hand and begin to head out. 

Just as you reach the end of the dingy hallway, you hear a click and a loud creak. You spin so fast you almost get whiplash. 

Jungkook is standing in his doorway, looking at you blankly with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He’s shirtless, full muscles rippling under his milky skin. Normally you would ogle at the sight of his toned chest and defined abs, but your focus is elsewhere. Like on the red flannel sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips, sharp v-line peeking over the hem. You recognize them from the night you helped him study for an upcoming quiz. 

‘This is a conspiracy,’ he grumbled, convinced the test was an elaborate scheme by the school committee to punish him for his frequent drunken mishaps and countless guideline violations. You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder as you helped him memorize terms and ideas. You guys didn’t leave the library until 2 a.m.

He looks warm and cozy. Dark tresses swooping in messy waves across his forehead as he peers at you with doe eyes. After not seeing him or checking in on him for a while, you let out a sigh of relief. 

“Hi.” 

“Hey,” he mumbles softly, voice coming out muffled over the bristles of his toothbrush. He pulls it out, letting out a tiny ‘oops’ as a glob of toothpaste hits the floor. He wipes it away with his foot before continuing. “What are you doing here?”

“I…” Everything you wanted to say had trickled out of your mind like the little droplets of water running down your skin. 

He meets your silence with an unamused squint and starts to close the door. 

“Jungkook, wait!” You shout, taking a few frantic steps closer. “I saw the showcase!”

He pauses. “You did?” His thick brows slant in confusion. “How?”

“It’s still up in the liberal arts building.”

He nods his head slowly as an awkward quietness falls over the corridor. You can tell he’s still upset with you and the tension makes you queasy. 

“I have pancakes,” you offer nervously, lifting up the crinkled plastic bags in your hand. It’s so damn cheesy. But you're trying your best. You prayed that he understood the reference, and remembered how he showed up to your dorm in the same exact way. The fateful night that started it all. 

“Interesting.” His nose twitches as he tongues the little hoop on his bottom lip. Obviously fighting a smile. Thank God. “What kind?”

“Chocolate chip… your favorite.” 

He hums a contemplative noise, scanning you up and down. Your hair is dripping. The pink velvet hoodie you’re wearing is clinging to your figure in ways he knows it isn’t supposed to. “Why are you wet?”

“It’s raining,” you point out. 

Jungkook glances over his shoulder, glancing into his room and out the window at the cloudy, gray sky. There’s a change in his expression when he faces you again. “You walked here in the rain?”

You nod meekly. 

The harsh glint in his eyes softens. He sighs deeply, head dropping in defeat as he holds out a colorful arm, inked digits gesturing for you to come closer. “C’mere, Bambi. I’ll get you some clothes.”

Bambi. 

You’ve never been so elated to hear that nickname. 

“Thank you,” you peep, scurrying towards his open door before he changes his mind and sends you packing. Goosebumps form on your skin when your bicep brushes against his bare chest as you hastily enter the room. The light touch leaves your cheeks hot.

“Hold on,” he says, disappearing into his tiny bathroom. You set the pancakes on top of his nightstand, awkwardly standing in the middle of his dorm. This isn’t exactly how you envisioned your first time at Jungkook’s place would go.

While idly taking in your surroundings, you spot a little whiteboard above his bed. On it, scribbled in blue marker, is the biggest boobs you’ve ever seen in your life. There’s a heart eyes emoji tacked on in the corner. A good artistic detail, you think. You should be rolling your eyes at his boyishness. That’s what you always do. But an endeared laugh comes out instead. 

Why was a poorly drawn pair of tits making you soft?

Right underneath the whiteboard is a collage of taped pictures. You bend at the waist for a better look. There’s a polaroid of him and Taehyung, arms intertwining at the elbows, both downing a dark, probably alcoholic, beverage. How cute of them. The next photo is of Jungkook on a rollercoaster, tongue out and eyes crinkled as he middle fingers the camera. So wild and free. Your heart swells in familiarity. 

But the more you stumble upon, the more unfamiliar Jungkook becomes. There’s a few blurry pictures of a big black dog he’s never spoken about before. The next one has you gushing. It’s a candid image of baby-faced Jungkook, holding up his high school diploma with a proud, big, bunny smile. There’s an older woman in the frame kissing his cheek. You tilt your head in confusion. You wonder if it’s his mother. You had just assumed he couldn’t stand his parents and didn’t keep in contact with them.

Maybe… you don’t have Jungkook figured out like you thought you did. There’s still so much you have to learn. You make a mental note of all the questions you want to ask him later. 

That is if there even is a later. 

The bathroom door opens and Jungkook walks out. “Here,” he says, handing you a pile of neatly folded clothes. There’s an oversized black hoodie on top. Your favorite sweater, the one you always steal from him. You watch sullenly as he sits down on the edge of his bed. 

“I’m sorry,” you reiterate, absolutely loathing how weak and frail you sound. Jungkook doesn’t respond. He just stares into your soul with those scrutinizing eyes. “Can you talk to me, please?”

“I wanted to talk at the library,” he groans, arms jolting forward in frustration, fingers painfully flexed and hooked like claws. His bare chest flushed an angry red. “I’ve been trying to talk to you. All fucking week!”

Startled, you jump at his voice, dropping the stack of clothes you were holding. Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“Ah, I-'' he interrupts himself with a shameful hiss. You pick up the fallen fabrics with shaky hands, placing them on his nightstand with the forgotten pancakes. Jungkook digs the heels of his hands into his eyes, too apologetic and embarrassed for losing his cool to look at you. “I’m sorry.”

To be fair, he hadn’t been that loud. It was more abrupt than anything else. But your Jungkook was as happy and carefree as the wind. This side of him was new, and you were still figuring out how to navigate the uncharted waters. “It’s okay.” You can’t blame him. Not after everything you’ve done. “You’re allowed to be mad.” 

“I’m not mad,” he sighs. The tattooed fingers splayed over his eyes slide in to clamp the bridge of his nose. The other hand pats the spot next to him on the black comforter. “Come here.” 

“But,” you look down at the damp clothes, “I’m wet.”

“It’s fine. Sit down.”

You listen, cautiously sinking down into the bed. Despite the copious amounts of nude escapades, you’ve never felt more vulnerable with him. Usually, when you’re in bed with Jungkook, he’s panting above you, sleeping below you, or lying beside you. Head snuggled into your neck like an annoying, albeit affectionate, cat. Now, you make sure to keep your distance, anxiously picking at your chipped nail polish. 

“What happened?” He questions breathlessly, relieved to finally verbalize the words that were weighing heavy on his chest. “Everything was going great and then you switched up on me. Like the showcase? Really, Bambi? I was the only person there without a guest.”

The disappointment in his voice cuts you deep, but the vision of him at the event he had been so excited for, completely alone, hurts even worse. You were his muse, and you rejected him. Looking at him was an awful decision, because you get lost in his eyes immediately. Those beautiful, captivating, endless eyes. Filled with pain and uncertainty. You realize the only way to make that awful look disappear, is to confess…

“I really like you, Jungkook… a lot. Like- more than just friends…”

Once again, you’re met with silence. Jungkook’s face is unreadable yet so familiar. You've seen that expression before. You can’t pinpoint when or where exactly, but it makes your heart pound so loudly that your ears ring.

“So,” you continue shakily, “the last time we hung out—when you canceled our plans—I got really upset.”

“I was finishing my project.” 

“But then I saw a picture of you at a party-,”

“Yeah,” he defends, looking at you exasperatedly, unable to follow your train of thought. “I wanted to take pictures of the fireworks.” 

“I know that now,” you admit, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, “but the picture was from Nayeon’s Instagram.” 

“Nayeon?” He frowns. “I haven’t talked to Nayeon in months.”

“But you guys were-” your eyes dart around in search of the right phrasing. You settle on ‘a thing’, putting little air quotes around the ambiguous title. 

“Why does that matter?” He asks incredulously. “Her and I ended things before we even started hooking up. I haven’t had sex with anybody else since we’ve been a thing.” The last part is teasing, he mimics your air quotes as his pierced pout curls into a smirk. Ah, Jungkook gets it now. Your unbecoming actions over the course of the week were a product of jealousy and possessiveness. Any lingering trace of anger is washed away with the revelation. “I told you that.”

“Yeah, but…” After mulling over your thoughts, you hesitate to speak. You hadn’t realized how ridiculous and childish you were being until now. Taehyung was right after all. “I don’t know, the way you said it seemed… fishy.”  

Jungkook deadpans you before shaking his head, chuckling under his breath. You watch it all unfold awkwardly. How embarrassing. 

“It’s not funny, Jungkook!”

“Ah!” He echos your shouts through a laugh, cupping your head with his large hands and jittering it gently. “Stop thinking! Your brain is evil!”

Hm. Valid point. 

“In my defense,” you retort, cuffing his wrists with your tiny hands. His skin is warm and soft. You’ve missed touching him so much. “You literally mentioned Nayeon while we were having sex.”

The playful stars in his eyes combust. “Huh?”

“Oral fixation.” 

His eyes widen in remembrance. “Oh shit,” he groans, slumping down, hands dropping into his lap. “Looking back, that was so fucked, but I- I just thought it was funny. I swear I didn’t mean anything, like- bad by it. I-.” Frustrated by his own stuttering and lack of judgment, Jungkook mushes his fingers into his sockets before laying down in defeat. “That was so fucking stupid of me. I’m stupid. I’m sorry, Bambi.”

Stupid. 

That word coaxes a visceral reaction out of you. 

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. His tattooed fingers part in the middle as he hesitantly peeks at you. You giggle for a moment, and so does he, but then you feel the gravity of the situation. Sniffling, you look down at the beautiful boy. How could you have ever been so nasty to him? You push his bangs back gently. They’ve gotten longer. Cupping his cheek, you slowly brush your thumb across his soft skin. You’re afraid that if you’re too rough, he’ll slip right through your fingers. “You’re not stupid, Jungkook... I’ve never met anyone who sees the world how you do. You’re so creative and clever in your own right… I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t, because I don’t think that at all.” Voice crack. “I never did.”  

“Hey,” Jungkook coos in concern. “It’s okay.” 

“No, it’s not okay,” you argue, blinking furiously to fight back the waterworks. “And I’m really sorry about the showcase. I know how important it was to you.” 

“Shh,” he shushes, “please don’t cry.” He catches your hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing the sweetest, gentlest kiss to your fingertips. “You apologized, so we’re good, yeah?” 

“Mhm,” you sniffle. It feels like a ton of bricks have been lifted off of your shoulders. “For what it’s worth, your portfolio was gorgeous.”

“Nah,” he teases, wrapping an arm around your waist and encouraging you to lay down with him. “You’re only saying that because you were in it.” You smile softly, thankful for his light-hearted banter. You stay like that for a while. Face to face. Just looking at one another. You think you could stay like this forever, basking in his beauty. His warmth. Jungkook speaks first. “Why didn’t you just talk to me about the picture?” 

“I guess, I was just scared of losing you… but then I just started ignoring you, which doesn’t make sense… so probably should’ve just talked to you about it.” The stream of consciousness makes him laugh. “I really like you, Jungkook.”

“I don’t do relationships.” 

You feel your heart shatter into a million, irreparable pieces. 

How cruel. 

“Wait, those aren’t the right words,” Jungkook shakes his head. “What I meant to say is that I’ve never actually been in a relationship.” The stammered admission has you stunned. Campus fuckboy Jungkook has never been in a relationship? “And I have no fucking clue what I’m doing but… I really like you, too. I want you, I do… I don’t know how good of a boyfriend I’ll be but,” he looks at you for the first time throughout his nervous ramble. His eyes are just as terrified as yours. “I’m willing to try if you are.”

You blink at him. Did he just say… boyfriend? 

“__,” Jungkook calls, anxiously toying with his lip ring. “Do you want this?”

You’ve never wanted anything more. 

Without warning, you smash your lips into his. This kiss is sloppy and brash, but he’s yours. Jungkook is yours. “I think you chipped my tooth,” he winces, chuckling breathlessly. “Is that a yes?”

You nod vehemently. 

“Okay,” he smiles, tilting your chin, “now give me a real kiss. None of that amateur shit you just pulled.” 

You kiss him again, head full of clouds and tummy full of butterflies. Jungkook grabs under your thighs, maneuvering you on top of him, knees on either side of his cinched waist. Your lips are more controlled this time. There’s a little tongue action. Nothing too dirty, just soft brushes and prods like you’re two virgins testing the waters. Everything is slow and unhurried. You feel like you’re floating, levitating, fucking astral projecting.

“There we go,” Jungkook grins, the rounded tip of his nose tickling yours. It’s so sappy, and you can only imagine how dumb you two look, staring at each other with sparkly eyes and goofy smiles.

Jungkook is still Jungkook, though.

A sneaky hand and the grinding of a zipper interrupts the cute moment.

“You perv!” You shriek, giggling wildly as you swat his naughty fingers away. The damage is done, and the sleeve of your open sweater slips down your bare shoulder. “Is sex all you think about?”

“Mm,” he hums in confirmation, placing a peck on the newly exposed skin. “Sex with you,” he specifies before peeling the damp material from your arms and tossing it onto the floor. You cringe at the clanging of your expensive, deadstock, Juicy Couture hoodie. “Why are you so covered up?” Jungkook sits up to suck on your erect nipple, right through your translucent, white tank top. Whimpering, you grind against him. “You gotta take this off…” he sighs dreamily, yanking the pesky shirt over your head.

Wow. He’s extra needy today. Not that you’re complaining. 

“Jungkook,” you complain, arms crossed over your chest. “Stop staring!”

“Why are you being so shy?” He does this often. Gawks at your naked body until your skin burns and your cheeks sting. It's a strange feeling. So uncomfortable yet so reassuring. You’ve never had a man look at you the way Jungkook does, like he’s trying to remember every birthmark, curve, and detail. That level of intimacy was scary. You can’t help but squirm under his intense gaze. “You’re my girl now, aren’t you, baby?

His girl. You swoon. 

“I am, it’s just kinda awkward.” 

“How so?” He patronizes, bottom lip jutting out in a deep pout. “Can’t I look?”

“You can just… don’t stare.”

“I do what I want.” The sudden switch in his voice makes your breath hitch. “Move your arms. Let me see you.”

Oh. He’s in one of those moods. 

You and Jungkook rarely dabbled in sub and dom dynamics. Maybe, he was too afraid of intimidating you. Maybe, you were too afraid to initiate. But boy was his aggressiveness a treat. The duality between the relaxed attitude he carried in his everyday life, and the occasional primal beast that came out during sex, made your mouth water. 

“Really?” He tuts his tongue when you counter him with a scowl, raising a threatening brow at you, code for ‘go ahead, test me’. You do, not moving a muscle. 

Jungkook physically pries your arms apart and twists them behind your back, holding your wrists together in one hand. The swift movement makes you gasp.

“This okay, Bambi?” 

All you can see over the bubbles of your cheeks is his tangled, black hair. His forehead rests against your collarbones, sharp exhales fanning across your chest. The hot gusts make your nipples pebble and the light stimulation sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your spine.

“Yes,” you whimper. 

Using his free hand, Jungkook grips your jaw, indulging you in a sweet kiss. “Good girl.” The whispered praise has your clit throbbing. He turns your face towards the sleek mirror mounted on the wall. “Look at you, baby.”

Insecurity looms over you like a black raincloud as you’re forced to look at the reflection. The sight of your nude body makes you feel icky. Instinctively, you try to jerk away.

 “Hey, stop-” he gruffs, tightening his grip to cement you in place. “Chill. Take a deep breath.” 

You obey, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.

“Why are you so combative today?” The rough edge falters for a moment when Jungkook confirms that he ‘just learned that word yesterday from a synonym website’. You giggle. Why must he be so adorable? “Don’t I always take care of you?”

“You do.”

“Do you trust me?” You nod. “Use your words, baby.”

“I trust you, Jungkook.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, making you face the glass again. His touch is much more gentle this time, guiding you with a delicate finger on your chin. “Don’t look at me,” Jungkook chuckles when he catches you staring at him and then points at your bewildered expression, “eyes on you.”

Despite the initial resistance, looking own reflection isn't as difficult as it was the first time. There’s little things you pick up on, like the way your thick, fluffy hair lays. The way your chest looks so supple pressed against his. How your hips curve out at the right angle. Your skin is smooth and poreless. That Laneige toner is really out here doing the lord's work.

“Look at how beautiful you are.”

Although Jungkook’s words are sweet, you wouldn’t go that far. But you guess, one could say you’re cute—which is more credit than you’ve given yourself in a while.

“Aren’t you so beautiful, baby?”

You hum to appease him, but this experience was definitely a start. You’re gaining self-confidence, one baby step at a time. “You’re beautiful, too.”

“You think so?” He asks airily, flashing one of those teeny tiny smiles he does, where only his two front chompers poke out. You swear this man is an angel, or some mythical being that was too ethereal to exist on planet Earth. Mumbling a small ‘uh huh’, you peck at the corner of his mouth. His silver hoop feels icy against your lips, but his hands, rubbing soothing lines up your back, are so warm. “I wish you saw yourself the way I do,” he says with sparkly eyes. “How could I want anyone else, Bambi?”

Your heart swells two sizes too big and you don’t even know how to respond. 

“Alright, space girl,” Jungkook chuckles at your ditzy state, delivering a quick swat to your ass to bring you back to reality. An impatient, tattooed arm is hooked under your thigh, tossing you to the side before he gets to his feet. “Lay down. ‘S been a while since I ate that pussy.”

“Wait,” you say, unphased by his lewd comment. “Can I…” you look down at his crotch, “you know?”

“What?” He smirks at your vagueness. “Suck my dick?”

Foreplay normally consisted of Jungkook’s head between your thighs, his fingers milking your g-spot, or a shy handjob here and there. Now that he’s your boyfriend, you suppose it’s finally time to return the favor. Especially since he looks so delicious with his messy hair and his pretty tits out. 

“Please,” you choke, cheeks burning with embarrassment at how quickly the plead slipped out. 

“You don’t have to beg,” he purrs, stepping between your parted thighs sat at the edge of his bed. You gulp, nose aligned with his growing bulge. “Actually, yes, you do,” he retracts, swiping his big thumb across your bottom lip tauntingly. You’re dripping, already knowing where things are headed. “Been a bad girl lately, haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” you pout, shrinking under his beady eyes, peering right at you over his big nose. “But you said we’re passed that.”

“We are,” he agrees, “but I could use some reassurance. Wanna give me a little bit, baby?” 

“How?”

“Suck it,” he requests, tapping his thick digit against your deep frown, “show me how good you’re gonna blow me… just so I know…”

God, you can’t deny him. Not when his voice is drenched in lust and he looks that yummy.  Flicking your hair over your shoulder, you grab his wrist, taking his thumb into your mouth, all the way down to his palm. Moaning, you swirl your tongue around the pad. He plays along, plunging and pulling his finger into your wet suction. Your lips are going to look so fucking pretty around his cock, Jungkook thinks. 

“‘Kay, no more,” he says, voice strained as he yanks his hand away. The movement makes you accidentally bite your tongue. Asshole. He proceeds to tangle his spit-covered hand into your hair. Major asshole. With a thick fistful, Jungkook shoves you into his clean-shaven pelvis. “Am I hard yet? Check for me?”

He knows he’s hard. You know he’s hard. But you indulge him anyway, mushing a sloppy kiss into his v-line. The view of his eyes is disrupted by the heavy heaving of his chest, and his cute little nipples; spiked and erect. Dipping down, you place a loving peck on the tip through his pants. The red material is damp from his arousal. “Yep, hard.”

“Cute,” he laughs in reaction to how sweet and innocent you look down there. “Take it out, then.”

You tug his pants down, letting them pool at his ankles. His boner springs up with vigor, whacking you in the nose on its path up to his navel. “Oh fuck,” he gasps, smacking a hand over his mouth in guilt. You glare at him, suspicious of how genuine that ‘guilt’ really is. Something you’ve noticed about Jungkook is that his smiles reach his eyes first. You don’t need to see his lips to know he’s holding in a laugh. The little stars in his irises and the crinkles in the outer corners blow his facade. “You okay, Bambi?”

“Control your dick, Jeon,” you sneer.

“Can’t,” he pouts, wrapping his palm around his tree-trunk-sized base while kicking his pants aside, “he wants you.” You’re impressed at how quickly he steers the conversation back to sex. Also, personifying his dick? That’s new. Clicking his tongue, Jungkook measures his hard cock across the length of your face. If it wasn’t for the curve, his pretty pink tip would be touching your hairline. “How’s he gonna fit, baby? You sure you can take it?”

The questions were rhetorical, purely dirty talk, but they held a piece of the intimidating truth. “I don’t know,” you respond honestly. 

“Have you ever done this before?” Sensing your nerves, he pulls back a bit.

“Only once,” you shiver, recalling the questionable memory. “So I don’t know how good I’ll be at this…”

“Pfft,” he dismisses your concerns, “don’t worry about that.” He pets your cheek and you nuzzle into his touch, thankful for the comforting gesture. Then, Jungkook plops down, shimmying up the bed clumsily until he’s hunkered down in his pillows. Following suit, you turn to face him and begin tying your hair up. 

“Wait!” He hollers, stopping you at the elbow. His eyes widen at his own unexpected outburst. “Leave it, please. I like it down…” he coughs, “so pretty.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your frizzy baby hairs shooting wildly in all different directions. Pretty? Regardless, you let go, messy strands falling in loops against your chest and back.

“I have flavored lube if that helps. In my nightstand.”

Of course, Jungkook owns flavored lubricant. It's pretty on-brand for him. But your eyes nearly pop out of your skull when you open his top drawer, unveiling almost an entire Adam & Eve store. 

That’s a stretch and you’re dramatic.

Still, you stare in wonderment. There’s an unopened pack of condoms, ‘ribbed for her pleasure!’ printed on the front in purple letters. The blue and white wand next to it makes you choke. The Hitachi. It’s much bigger than you expected, but it makes sense. If it’s as powerful as Jungkook boasted, it must need a fucking car battery. You gulp. 

“Snooping through my things, Bambi?” 

“No,” you squeak, shaking your head. “You have quite the collection here, Mr. Jeon.”

“Mr. Jeon, that’s sexy,” he laughs, making you jump with an unexpected smack to your ass. “See anything you like?”

Cheeks ablaze, you stay focused, finally spotting the little aqua bottle of… blue raspberry flavored lubricant? You pick it up, causing a shiny piece of metal with a little glint of pink to roll out.

“Really, dude?” 

Jungkook’s brows furrow in confusion until he sees the silver butt plug, decorated with a pretty pink gem on the end. Absolutely perfect for you. “Oh, yeah,” he snatches the toy from your clammy hand and eyes it with pride. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“I can’t believe you actually bought one.”

“Why not? I said I was going to.”

“I know,” you huff with a nervous snicker, “but I didn’t think you were actually going to do it.”

“I mean,” he looks at you like you’re brainless, “you like anal, no?”

“No!” You shriek defensively. Anal play wasn’t even on your sexual radar...

Well, that’s not entirely truthful.

You enjoyed it the last time you had sex with Jungkook, in the shower, getting stretched out by his thick thumb in your butt. You remember how mindblowing and pleasurable it felt to be full. “Well, maybe. I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” he smiles reassuringly. “We don’t have to use it. I just figured it’d be nice to have, in case you wanted to experiment, you know?” 

He’s so sweet and thoughtful it makes you ill. 

Now that you think about it, your sexuality is basically untapped. You’ve barely scratched the surface of self-discovery. Before Jungkook, you’ve never had a man care about your pleasure, or encourage you to take risks for your own sake. No ulterior motives. Being with Jungkook was like skydiving. Horrifying at first, life-changing once you took the plunge. With him, the parachute was there whether you decided to jump or not. You know that you’re safe, so why not take the plunge?

“Actually, Jungkook,” you stammer, “I kinda wanna try it… the butt plug.”

“You sure?” 

“I’m positive.”

The conviction in your voice is like a beautiful ballad in his ears. Brick by brick, you’re opening up. Every day spent together, the walls erode a bit more. 

“I got the smallest size I could find, see?” He holds the toy up to his thumb to demonstrate. It’s only a little longer, a little thicker. “So it’s not that far off from what you’re used to.”

“Thank you, baby,” you gush, planting a fat kiss on the dough of his cheek. The contrast between his bready, baby face and his razor-sharp jawline makes you dizzy. You need him in your mouth asap. “Can I suck your dick now?”

“Absolutely, but first can you-,” his index finger twirls in a circle. You blink at him blankly. “Ah, fuck it.” Deciding it’d be much easier to move you himself, Jungkook sits up at the waist to spin you until you're face to face with his third leg, resting patiently against his stomach. The modified 69 has you creaming. “Like that…” he mumbles dreamily, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your track pants, tugging them down your thighs to expose your perky behind and glowy cunt. 

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Innocent little thing…” he whispers, smoothing a palm over your lower back. He leans up to chomp on the fat of your ass cheek, leaving bunny-toothed dents in your skin. A predator eating its prey. “Want help?”

“Please,” you mewl, melting under his touch. 

“Spit,” he orders, cupping an inked hand under your mouth. Reluctantly, you spit into his palm. He uses your saliva to wet himself, coating his unbearably hard cock with a few languid pumps. Opening the cap, Jungkook squirts a little drop of lubricant onto his finger. “Taste.”

You softly suck on his fingertip. The liquid is sweet like a blue raspberry jolly rancher, but it’s not nearly as sweet as Jungkook’s deep guttural moan and hooded gaze. So worked up just for you. Only you. Yours.

“This, too,” he coos, bringing the butt plug up to your lips, “suck it.”

Seeing him this needy and touch-starved was doing things to you. Maybe you should ignore him more often, if it meant that he would be this feral. You comply, wrapping your lips around the icy metal.

“Being so good, baby,” he affirms, resting the drenched plug against his solid stomach before squirting a generous amount of lubricant onto his length, tugging until he’s glistening with a sticky blue sheen. Big and pretty. “Just start with the tip, alright? Go slow.” 

You nod, mesmerized by the little bead of dew resting on the slit of his pretty pink head. Well, it’s a bit blue now. Cotton candy. Yummy. 

“Stick your tongue out.” You do, hovering closer. Jungkook taps his length against your tongue with nasty, wet smacking noises. “You want me so bad, don’t you?” 

You nod impatiently, making your flat tongue brush against the crown of his leaking cock

“Fuck,” he groans, “put it in your mouth.”

There are a few reasons why you find blowjobs problematic. Unfortunately, you were cursed with an annoyingly overactive gag reflex. Very unideal for dick sucking. However, your primary concerns were taste and texture. But Jungkook’s cock feels like butter when you take it into your mouth. Smooth and silky. And the lubricant made him candy-flavored.

“You like that taste, Bambi?” Jungkook chuckles at how eager and dutiful you look, licking and sucking on his swollen tip like a lollipop. You hum in response, slowly swirling your tongue around his tip with purpose. Giving you a hand, literally and figuratively, Jungkook starts stroking the shaft, stimulating the parts of him you have yet to gobble up. “Want more?” You’re not sure what he’s referring to, but you agree anyway, completely entranced by him. With that, Jungkook squeezes under the tip, and you feel a tiny burst of precum hit your tastebuds. 

He’s so sexy you could die. 

Moaning, you clench your thighs together for some much needed friction, causing a single drop of wetness to trickle down your leg. Right before his very eyes. He’s never been so hungry, and it would be so easy to just…

“Jungkook!” You moan so loudly you’re sure everyone on campus can hear it. He had laid his tongue flat, trailing your arousal back up to your pussy and then sensually dipping between your folds in one hot lick. He even traces higher, prodding against your other hole until you’re seeing stars.

“Watch your teeth,” he winces when you get carried away, “be gentle, baby.” Peeping a shy apology, you curl your lips over your teeth and slide down past the tip until you’re halfway down his length. You focus on your breathing, nostrils expanding as you inhale deeply. “That’s it, take more.” 

So captivated by his ‘yeahs’ and ‘uh huhs’, you miss the sound of a cap clicking open. Suddenly, you feel a cold drizzle slide between your cheeks, before a pair of warm hands spread the slippery substance all over. He uses the residual to thoroughly coat the butt plug. 

“Gonna put it in now.” He spreads you open with one hand, pressing the silver against your clenched muscle. “Let me know if anything feels off.” 

The initial push is a bit much. You pull off of him with a wet pop, whimpering as he sluggishly inserts the foreign object. He stops at the sound of your whines. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah- fuck,” you grunt, “big, thas all. Please, keep going.”

“I mean, it’s not that big,” Jungkook chuckles, running some saliva over the toy for more moisture, “you’re taking it well, though.” Slowly but surely, he works you open. The noises you moan around his cock are obscene. Not because it hurts, but because it’s so satisfying. 

“Feels good, Koo…”

“Sheesh,” he breathes, staring in astonishment at the pink gem in your ass, “it’s so fucking pretty. So sexy.” In his fucked out, head empty state, Jungkook bucks up, shoving all eight of his curved inches down your throat. He doesn’t realize what happened until you pull off with a gag and teary eyes. 

“Bambi,” he coos wearily and fear ridden. “I didn’t mean to do that, I swear.” 

You send him the meanest, fiercest glare you can conjure up, hoping his conscience burns just as much as your throat does. 

“No, come on,” he pleads in despair, reaching for you as you crawl away, “I’m sorry. It was an accident. I wo-,” 

You shut him up by hoisting a shaky leg over his hip, straddling him. “You really can’t control yourself, can you?” You hover over him with a teasing smile. How could you possibly stay mad at him when he looked like Tuxedo Mask? The dreamy love interest of your favorite cartoon. 

He sighs in relief, panic leaving his body as fast as it came. “No, I can’t,” he smiles softly, shaking his head and snaking both arms around your waist, “not with you.”

And at that moment, you swear you’ve never been happier. 

The closeness you felt was indescribable. Not physically, although his python grip was warm and comfortable. It was all emotional. You’re spiraling out of control, heading flipping and stomach somersaulting, but it’s okay—a contained type of chaos. Jungkook feels it too. The shift in the air. The subtle, yet painfully obvious, change in your dynamic. You’re different this time around. A little more outgoing. A little more fearless, as you sit on top of him. He loves it. He thinks he might even love…

“You gonna ride me, Bambi?”

“Mhm.” You feel like a schoolgirl again when you kiss him. That nervousness, wrapped in unbearable excitement, whenever you passed your first crush in the halls. Yeah, that's how you feel right now, looking down at the most stunning person you’ve ever experienced. 

Sparks. Fireworks. Butterflies.  

You and Jungkook exchange shy smiles when your hands touch, reaching for his erection, desperate to close the gap and become one. So ready to connect your bodies, minds, and hearts in the most intimate way. Clumsily, you fail at first. You’re both so wet that his flushed tip slips, completely missing your entrance and sliding past your clit. 

“Sorry,” you chirp abashedly. 

“That’s okay,” he pipes, holding himself up for you, “try again.” Just the thick head of his cock resting against your folds is enough to know that there’s going to be an adjustment period. A stretch. There always was, Jungkook is fucking huge. But you have a feeling that this new position would hit differently, making him feel bigger, harder, longer. With a firm grip on your hip, he guides you down onto his piercing length. A symphony of moans and sighs fills the room. 

“How’s that?”

You’ve never felt so full.

The butt plug makes the squeeze even tighter, pushing his cock right into your g-spot. The burn ignited a mind-numbing fire inside of you. That, or he was just so deep that you felt him in your stomach. “‘S okay,” you whimper, gnawing on your lip and clinging onto him for stability, “really deep like this, Koo.”

“Take your time,” he gruffs, wincing under the dig of your petite fingers, making little crescent indents in his biceps. Amid sex, the tension in your body served as a reminder that you’re still learning. He was doing his best to be good, but the way your pussy just swallowed him up like that, triggered something primal. Tightest, wettest pussy he’s ever had the blessing of penetrating. Biting his tongue until his mouth tastes metallic, Jungkook battles the urge to thrust up into you until you’re dumb and drooling. He’s trying so hard to be good. The internal struggle is heard in his voice when he speaks, strained and gravely. “Start slow.” 

Eventually, the tiny licks of pain transform into a milky, insatiable hunger. When you look down at him, all you see is the base of his thick neck, head thrown back as he succumbs to the gratification of your walls. ‘Wow, what a man,’ you think to yourself. Your man. Encouraged by your eagerness to please, you begin sloppily jerking your hips at a fast pace. No flow or rhythm. 

“Easy, easy,” Jungkook shushes with a grin, stopping you at the waist. “Why are you in such a hurry, hm? We have all night.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” he laughs, grabbing the shaky hands that are resting awkwardly on your thighs. “Let’s get your form right first. Lean on me.” With the command, your palms are placed flat on his broad, solid pecs. Already, the angle and leverage work with his curve deliciously. “And it’ll probably feel better for you, if you moved like this instead,” Jungkook grips your ass, rocking you into a grinding motion. Instead of up and down, your cunt drags back and forth on his throbbing shaft. 

He’s right. It feels so much better like this. The dreamy sensation has you moaning and moving like a pornstar. 

To be honest, this wasn’t even the type of video Jungkook clicked on when looking through his PornHub feed in the mornings. Absently scrolling past orgies and blowjobs like the daily newspaper. He preferred things fast. Pummeling every inch into you before pulling out swiftly, leaving only the very tip inside to keep you needy and begging. But fuck, the slow, sensual rolls of your hips were turning his brain to mush. And the way you’re dripping down his balls might make him demote missionary to his second favorite position. He’s hypnotized, staring up at your perky tits, rippling and bouncing freely above him. 

“Yeah, baby…” you cheer, carding your fingers through his thick, healthy hair as he sits up at the waist, latching onto your nipple. The gentle runs turn into harsh tugs when he takes the sensitive teat between his teeth. The overstimulation makes you hiss. 

“Taste so good,” he huffs, “I can’t keep my mouth off of you.” Slicking his wispy bangs away, Jungkook leans back, stealing a naughty peek at you fucking yourself on him. Using him just how he likes. He spreads his legs apart, praying it’ll help you sink down even further, if possible. “Yeah, take it all…”

“Love taking it all…” 

That hot, gooey ballooning is already forming in his balls. The pooling in his shaft is a warning; he’s going to bust soon. Jungkook maintains a strict ladies first policy, so he needs to think of something. Fast. A lightbulb switches on in his head when your neglected clit glides across his smooth pelvis. 

“Hold on.” With a hand on your lower back, Jungkook squeezes you against him, preventing you from toppling over as he leans to the side and fiddles around in his special drawer. You gulp when he takes out the infamous vibrator. 

“You look terrified,” he jokes, pointing out your fearful gaze and plump lips, currently forming a cute little ‘o’ as you observe the wand. 

“Hm, I wonder why?” You scoff at him in fiend ignorance. “Oh, it’s superrr strong, most girls don’t even last five minutes,” you mimic in your best Jeon Jungkook impression. Voice dropping an octave to match his deep, even tone. You think it’s pretty accurate, but his melodic giggles say otherwise.

“I mean, it is,”  he confirms, powering on the vibrator, “but there’s different settings, like, here’s the lowest.” The white crown is placed on your inner thigh, letting you get accustomed to the movement before he uses it to destroy you, and your most private areas. The low rumble travels up the muscle in your leg until it reaches your clit with a faint hum. “See? Not bad, right?”

Wrong. 

The lack of foreplay on your end, had you teetering on the edge. So when Jungkook presses the strong, creamy buzz to your swollen bud, you’re a goner. 

“Fuck!” You wail. “This is the lowest speed?”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“I- oh!” Evilly, Jungkook moves the toy down, nudging the rounded corner underneath your hood, directly stimulating your little bundle of nerves. “I… don’t know… can’t… think right now…”

“Have nothing to say now, huh smart girl?”

Oh, so this was your punishment. 

If you could even call it that. You’ve never felt so fucking good. 

The rapture coursing through your vein forces you to stop, clawing at Jungkook’s shoulders. He picks up where you left off, rutting into you with vigor, hitting all of your sweet spots perfectly. That, combined with the smooth plug in your ass and the vibrator on your clit, has you overwhelmed and out of control. 

“Fuck! Jungkook, I can’t- too much.”

You’re cumming before he even has the chance to object. Thighs quivering. Arms shaking. Eyes rolling back into oblivion. The darkness is disrupted by lightning bolts of white, hot pleasure. Your entire body tingles like you’ve just stuck your acrylic into an outlet. Jungkook guides you to the light as you brace the crashing tsunami of your orgasm. 

A literal tsunami.

“You squirted.”

“I did?”

“A little.” Unfortunately, he didn’t get the chance to witness it. Just relished in the warm splashes on his pelvis, his upper thighs, and his cock. You nuzzle into his shoulder, groaning disgruntledly in shame. Jungkook humors you by resting his cheek on top of your head, swaying subtly as he holds you. “Guess you’re not my Bambi anymore. Deer can’t swim.”

“They can swim,” you murmur. “You don’t shit about deer, Jungkook.”

“You’re more like a fish or something,” he coos happily, ignoring your correction. “...Ponyo.”

“You like Studio Ghibli movies?” You ask, picking up your heavy head and looking at him with big, animated eyes. “Since when?”

“Since before my balls dropped,” he responds curtly.

“I didn’t know that…” 

“I think there’s a lot about me you don’t know yet, baby.” 

There’s no malice in his words. They’re not a sneaky jab, or an attempt to make you feel guilty. They’re just the truth.

“Can I ask you something, Kook?”

“Of course, you can,” he hums, friskily nipping at the apple of your cheek. 

‘Do you like anime in general? Or just Studio Ghibli?’

‘If so, what’s your favorite? Oh my God, this is so exciting!’

‘Is that your dog in those pictures?’

“You’re crazy, and yes, that’s my dog,” he chuckles at your endless string of curiosity. “But how about I nut first?” As if on cue, his member twitches inside of you, reminding you that he’s still hard and waiting patiently for his release. “And then you can interview me. Sounds good?”

“Yes,” you say, cheeks scalding. “Sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry,” Jungkook repeats, pecking you lovingly. "I'm gonna lay you down now..." Strategically, he maneuvers you onto your side, plopping down behind you. You curl into his frame, back arching with the rise and fall of his panting chest, his beautifully sketched arm wrapped around your waist. The other rests on the bed, sticking straight out for you to use as a pillow. Your top leg is thrown over his hip, spreading you enough to run his length over your puffy cunt. Grabbing the Hitachi, he brings it back to your engorged clit. The touch makes you yelp. 

“Mm, I love how sensitive you get,” he whispers, licking a hot, needy stripe against your cheek. You peep out a confused noise, cowering under his tongue. Yuck. He’s so gross… but so sexy. “It’s not even turned on yet, baby. What would happen if I put it all the way up?”

“I think I’d fall in love with you…”

His heavy breaths stop as locks eyes with you. You can't distinguish the iris from the pupil. It all blends together like the night sky, filled with little stars of raw emotion. He’s pondering something, dewy lips parting and closing as the thought fades. 

Nothing is said, but you don't mind. Because when he enters you, rocking into you with languid, passionate thrusts, you feel it. The unspoken words surround you like the weather. They’re warm like a summer breeze.

“Mine, isn’t it?” He speaks against your lips, Hitachi set to the max, going full throttle on your nub. “Say it.”

“This pussy is yours,” you cry, crystal streams clouding your vision and streaming down towards his arm.

“Not that,” he chokes through gritted teeth, trying to postpone his orgasm. Waiting for you to say the magic words and open Pandora’s box. “You, baby. Tell me that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Yeah,” he nods, lips curling in as he bathes in your dripping cunt. His strokes become short and uneven as he reaches the point of no return. “I’m yours, too.”

The declaration of reciprocal affection and want fills your chest before shooting to your core. You cum together, sighing into each other's mouths as pure, intense bliss takes over every square inch of your body. Every cell tingles. You try to kiss, but the seal of your lips is broken by your needy cries. During the mutual orgasm, Jungkook trembles. Chest, legs, and arms all quivering in unison as he milks both of you dry. Painting your walls with warm, white spurts until he has nothing left to give. The Hitachi isn’t turned off until you beg. 

Euphoria. 

When you’re done, neither of you can bring yourself to disconnect. Sex left your sweaty bodies idle and fucked out, but the intimacy of it all kept you rooted in place. Airy kisses are planted on your shoulder. Light scratches outline his tattoos. His seed is hot inside you in the most disgustingly comfortable way. You don’t move for a while, laying in each other's aura until the rain clouds fade and the milky way can be seen by the naked eye. Twinkling lights of stars and headlights flicker against his skin as you count his breaths. They grow more steady as the minutes pass. 

“I have a plan.”

Intrigued, you crane your neck, quirking a brow at the man behind you. “A plan?

Without warning, Jungkook expertly gets to his knees. Your ankles are hauled up by your head, manicured toes tickling his cotton pillowcase. Folded in half at the waist.

“Jungkook!”

“Bambi,” he huffs above you, softening cock still tucked inside of you. “Hold your legs for me.”

Oh. You know what he wants.

“Baby,” you giggle flirtatiously, hands curling under your thighs to keep them in place, “what are you doing?” He must want another round. Excitement bubbles in your squished chest and cramped stomach at the thought of having him twice in one night. 

“If you stay like this, I should be able to run to the bathroom without getting cum on my bed.”

“Are you kidding me?” You spew in disbelief and disappointment.

“Baby, please,” he groans with pleading eyes. “It’ll take two seconds, I promise.” 

“Fine,” you oblige with an overexaggerated pout, “but hurry. This hurts!”

With your permission, he scurries off into the bathroom. A light turns on and the faucet runs. He must be getting something to clean up with. Despite your best efforts, and the ache in your bent neck, his baby juice leaks out of you, cascading down your butt with impeccable speed.

“Jungkook, It’s dripping!” 

The door slams against the wall with a loud thud as he bursts through, wet cloth in hand. A second too late. “No!” He sighs in annoyance, dropping to his knees on the mattress, angrily watching a fat white droplet splash onto his black comforter. “Really?”

“What was I supposed to do?” You shout back playfully. The whole situation was dumb and immature, but you can’t stop laughing. You cackle like a madwoman when he runs the damp towel through your folds. “‘M ticklish,” you respond dazily when he raises a brow at you. The giggles turn into a sharp hiss when he slowly removes the plug from your swollen hole.

“Does it hurt?” Jungkook coos, spreading your cheeks to get a better view of the slightly red, inflamed area. 

“A little, but I’m okay. I promise.” 

“Good,” he hums, smacking your ass, hinting that he wants you off the bed. “Go pee while I change the sheets.”

There’s a change in your appearance when you look in his bathroom mirror. The girl reflected, wearing her boyfriend’s black, pine-scented, oversized hoodie, seems… happy. She is happy. The resting bitch face that Mina often teased you for is completely gone. All you see is glowy skin, bright eyes, and puffy cheeks. A tiny hand comes up to massage them. Ow. They hurt from smiling so much. From laughing like a maniac. You’ve never seen yourself so lively. You’ve never felt so alive. 

With a content sigh, you skip back into the bedroom. 

Jungkook is already settled, snuggled under the clean bedding like a big baby. The sound of the door opening makes him jump, waking up from the two minute nap he accidentally fell into. Turning to you, he smiles lazily.

You’ll never get used to that face of his. That beautiful face.

“I’m knocked, Bambi,” he yawns, opening his big arms. “C’mere.”

Heart heavy with warmth, you climb between the sheets. You lay on your back, preparing for him to sink his head into your full breasts like feathered pillows. His favorite cuddle position. 

“We never ate the pancakes,” you frown, noticing the plastic bags on his nightstand when you reach over, shutting his lamp off.

“‘S okay. We’ll eat ‘em in the morning.”

“Ew, Jungkook,” you scoff revoltingly. “They’ll be rotten by then.”

“You’re rotten but I still eat you.”

Hm. Touche. 

“You know,” he lulls, lips smacking together. It’s a habit that only comes about when sleep clouds his mind. “I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met.”

“Liar,” you whisper with a smile, twirling the loose strands at the nape of his neck. Just the way he likes. “You called me a bitch, the day we met.”

“You’re so dramatic. I did not call you a bitch.” The way his tired, hooded eyes blare open at your false statement makes you laugh. “I said you were bitchy. There’s a difference.”

You recount the memory.

“You know what, I like you. You’re a little bitchy but-,” he slurred at the end of the night, helping you gather the discarded solo cups, "Also innocent. Kinda like a baby deer. What the fuck was that movie?”

“But underneath that attitude… I don’t know- There was just… something about you. Something special. And I knew that I could bring that side out of you, eventually."

“Bambi! Right… I can’t wait to ruin you.” 

God, why are you so emotional today? 

Tears pile into your waterline. They’re not from sadness or anger. 

Laying in bed with Jungkook, who’s sighing peacefully as he drifts off to sleep, you can’t believe that this is your life. 

After a few minutes of silence, you realize that there’s no way you’re following him into dreamland. You’re way too wired and ecstatic. Who could blame you?

“Jungkook,” you whisper.

No answer.

“Jungkook.”

A grunt of acknowledgment. 

“Are you awake?”

“No…”

“But you just responded, though...”

Silence.

“Can we watch Sailor Moon?”

Crickets.

"Jungkook?"

“Baby!” He whines, high-pitched and huffy as he turns his head in frustration. “‘M sleepin’!’”

“Jeez,” you roll your eyes, still sluggishly playing with his dark ropes. “Someone’s grumpy…” 

There’s another beat of silence before he speaks.

“Fine,” he groans dramatically, twisting back to his original position with a smushed frown against your boob. “I’ll watch one episode. One.” 

You squeak excitedly, pecking the top of his head in appreciation, pulling out your phone and turning on your favorite series with glee. He puts up a good fight; loopily murmuring ‘wow’ and ‘no way’ whenever you share a little fun fact about the character lore. Halfway through, the sound of Usagi and Rei arguing is overtaken by Jungkook’s soft snores. 

Soft for now. You know once he hits the REM phase, he’ll turn into a lawnmower. 

With a defeated sigh, you close the streaming app and put your phone away, cuddling closer to your boyfriend. 

Your boyfriend. 

You're dying to finish the season. At this rate, it's going to take you guys forever to watch Sailor Moon in its entirety. But that’s okay, you suppose, because forever with Jungkook doesn’t sound that bad at all. 

it's requited love yall :')

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distractions | jjk

→pairing: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

→rating: m/18+

→word count: 1.1k

→warnings: cute couple content, they drop the 'L' word guys, n^pple piercings n sucking bc u know... fixation lmao, v suggestive but no actual sm^t, finger sucking lol, the love is requited :')

→summary: Jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

→notes: ugh i missed them dearly!! will be putting out more drabbles soon, but i'm currently trying to focus on my other wip!! i haven't posted anything in so long so i wanted to share this with you guys! school n work is hectic i already feel swamped pls be patient with me :') i miss having time for a hobby lmao!! anyways, i hope you enjoy and let me know ur thoughts! love u <3 also apologize if there's any typos or weirdness, this wasn't beta'd!! if you haven't read practice yet, pls read before this!!

→ SERIES MASTERLIST

“Kook, look up! How many times do I have to tell you?” 

Four months into the relationship and his attention span, or lack thereof, never ceased to amaze you. With a frustrated groan, you place the pointy end of your Sailor Moon brush between your teeth before gripping his chin and turning his wandering gaze back to you. 

“Bambi, I’m looking up!” He yell-laughs, doe-eyes wide and sarcastic as they bear into you, equally frustrated. You can already see the concealer you applied just a few minutes ago creasing. Dramatically, he karate chops his tattooed arm towards the ceiling, paralleling your scantily clad frame straddling him. The sudden jump has you shifting against his crotch deliciously. Now’s not the time for fooling around, though. You’re determined to put the cute brush set Jungkook randomly gifted you a few weeks back to good use, starting with giving your sweet boyfriend a full beat. “This is up! What other direction is up?”

What an asshole. 

You pop the pink plastic out of your mouth, taking an annoyed chomp out of his annoying fingers. It's playful, of course. You mean, you’ve just got done with a whitening strip, after all…

Jungkook takes the opportunity to shove his digits further past your glossy lips, reaching down just enough to feel your throat constrict, then pulling back. He stares up at you with the cheesiest fucking grin, clearly pleased with himself.

“You’re mean,” you cough, wiping the drool at the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“No you,” he counters, pinching your cheek patronizingly. “I love you, though.”

One month into the lovey-dovey phase of the relationship; that one where the initial butterflies fly away and you’re left feeling like ‘wow, maybe this is a forever sort of thing,’ and you still feel lightheaded every time Jungkook murmurs those three words.

“I love you, too,” you coo, reaching down to adjust his teddy-bear headband. Jungkook’s been growing his hair out. This was his last semester and he was determined to go out with a bang. For whatever reason, he had decided that bang was a mullet. You remember how confused you were when he showed up at your dorm at 3am, drunk off Fireball and excitement, asking you to cut his hair. You thought the request was outlandish and foolish, but you did it anyway, in your bathroom with eyebrow scissors. It came out a teeny bit crooked, and a tiny bit choppy, but Jungkook loved it, staring at his reflection with a big bunny smile and starry eyes. “But baby, this-” you tap on the headboard behind him, “-is up.”

He squints his eyes in defiance before complying. Ah, you’ve trained him well. A very good boy, indeed.

You’ve spoken, or thought, too soon, because after a few swipes of the plush bristles, a high-pitched ‘Appa!’ from your phone, leaning against your Kuromi makeup bag on the nightstand beside you, draws his dark pupils back to the cartoon. 

“That’s it,” you huff like an overwhelmed mother of three, yanking the device out of his sight. “Say goodbye to Aang. You’ve lost your Avatar: The Last Airbender privileges.” 

“C’mon, seriously?” He laughs while lunging forward, attempting to wrestle the phone out of your grasp. Giggling wildly, you toss it on the pink shag rug below you, out of his reach. The movement almost sends you toppling over. Luckily, Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Bambi, you know I’m easily distracted.”

“But you said I could do your makeup,” you pout, batting your lashes at him.

“I know, I-”

“Don’t touch!” You shriek, preventing him from rubbing his eye.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes through a chuckle, holding his hands by his head in defense. “Maybe I…” You deadpan him as his eyes scan around the room before, not so subtly, landing on your chest. Cocking his head, he tuts his tongue and grips the hem of your shirt. Shamelessly, he stuffs the nearly transparent material into your mouth, exposing your bare breasts. “There, just like that,” he whispers, warm palms grazing up your torso to cup them, thumbs grazing over your little diamond heart jewelry. You gasp at the touch. “You know, I still can’t believe you actually got ‘em’.” Neither could you, honestly, but if there was one thing Jungkook has taught you, it’s that sometimes, you need to step out of your comfort zone. Take risks. Especially when it results in the cutest little nipple piercings. “So fucking sexy…”

You feel his forming bulge poking against you. God, do you want him. But even Jungkook’s dick couldn’t derail you from the mission at hand. Raising an eyebrow, you lift up the makeup brush.

The tits really seem to keep him preoccupied. With a hand on his cheek, you feel his mouth hollowing, sucking your nipple gingerly as you lean over him and fill in his thick brows. Obviously, it’s a bit hard to focus. Every now and then, you have to tug his hair to redirect his nibbles back down to soft licks. 

“Okay,” you announce, letting the shirt fall from your candy-coated lips and sitting up, “what color?”

Out of the entire thirty-pan rainbow eyeshadow palette you’re holding up for him, he lazily points to the darkest shade in the top color. His favorite color, of course; black. You should’ve known. Your lips scrunch to the side in contemplation. Jungkook would look so yummy with a smokey eye.

So you blend and blend away with blacks, whites, and grays. Shockingly, your boyfriend manages to stay still throughout the entire process. You’re proud of him, really. He’ll definitely get rewarded afterward. And you were right, the final product is absolutely delectable. 

“Baby, your eyelashes are stunning!” You swoon. “And the smokey-eye looks so so so good with your eye shape.”

Silence.

“Jungkook?” You lean forward, gripping his shoulders and shaking softly. Nothing but the sound of faint snores reaches your ears. The little fuck fell asleep. No wonder why he’s been so good. You laugh in disbelief, picking your phone off the floor and snapping a few pictures to show him in the morning. Reaching into your drawer, you take out a couple makeup wipes and start cleaning him up. You loathe makeup wipes and only keep them for emergencies, but Jungkook looks so peaceful that you can’t bring yourself to wake him.

Next, you snuggle beside him with a spare blanket, unable to yank your comforter out from under his thick, muscular thighs. He stirs when you gently pull off his headband. “I love you…” he mumbles, still half asleep. It’s as if the emotion is so ingrained in his subconscious that they bubble to the surface, even when he’s sleepy and incoherent. 

And you feel the same exact way. 

“I love you, Jungkook. Goodnight.”

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midnight mistakes | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING: m/18+

⇢ WC: 2.5k

⇢ WARNINGS: v brief sm*t, v slight angst, oc is sick rip, pregnancy scare putting their relationship to the test eep!!!

⇢ SUMMARY: a midnight romp with jungkook leads to tears on your cheeks and a pregnancy test in your hand

⇢ NOTES: i miss writing sm so here's a lil drabble of our otp :') school has been v overwhelming lately and it makes me so sad that i don't have as much time to write on here anymore. hopefully, things will calm down soon. for now, enjoy this crumb!! i love you all, let me know what you think!! if you haven't read the series yet, pls read that before this if u want to!! this wasn't beta'd so i apologize for any grammar issues or typos rip

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

The sequence of events that landed you in this situation; having a teary, heaving breakdown in front of your bathroom mirror, was absolutely ridiculous, to say the least.

“I’m gonna kill someone,” you squeak, breathless from the endless stream of sneezes ripping through you. The glow of the alarm clock on your nightstand reads 1 a.m. as you reach for a tissue. Violently blowing your nose does little to ease its congestion. With a shaky sigh, you crumple the sodden napkin and toss it into the bin beside your bed; overthrown by contents alike. The wet ball hits the paper mountain before rolling onto your pretty pink area rug.

You shudder, how fucking disgusting. 

A stressful week of labs and quizzes has tanked your immune system, making you susceptible to all the little germs and illnesses that strike when the brisk winter air transitions into the pollen-laced breeze of spring. The antibiotics you were prescribed did little to help your runny nose and sore throat. Pausing the anime playing on your phone, you open your messages. 

dumbo love you, get some rest please xx

So much for getting rest. You weren’t expecting a text back. Jungkook had offered to spend the night, but you encouraged him to go. It was his last semester after all. Still, you were pouty and needy, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into his arms and let the swirls of his delicate fingers on your back lull you to sleep. Instead, here you were, confined to your bed, watching Naruto solo as Jungkook, Tae, and Mina lived it up; taking shots until they were belligerent. 

A distinguishable knock rattles the door before you can press play again.

“What are you doing here?” 

Jungkook stands in your doorway, oversized black tee hanging over his equally oversized green cargo pants. His cute little mullet falls in sweaty loops around his face. “Still feelin’ like shit?” He coos, cringing at your disheveled appearance and the croak in your voice. Ignoring your question, he holds up the various items in his big hands. “I picked up a few things; cough drops—not the cherry kind ‘cause those are fucking nasty,” you laugh at the side note, “—extra spicy ramen and hot sauce to clear out your sinuses.”

Your peer at the array of remedies with wide eyes. Their ability to cure your flu symptoms is questionable. You don’t even have a way of boiling water to make said ramen in your cramped dorm, but the sentiment has your chest swelling with something other than a violent cough for the first time in days. Abruptly, you pull him into a tight embrace. 

“Ah, I see,” he laughs, wrapping an arm around the small of your back and walking you back into the room, kicking the door closed behind him. “My Bambi missed me.”

“I did,” you nuzzle into him further, “but you shouldn’t be here… you should be having fun with your friends.”

“Nah, fuck ‘em,” he retorts playfully, putting the quote-unquote medicine down and then plopping onto the bed, taking you with him. “Besides, what kind of shit boyfriend ditches their sick girlfriend to go to a party anyways?”

“The kind that should be enjoying his last semester,” you frown. 

“I am, though. I enjoy spending time with you more than anything else.”

As he lays under you, black tresses splayed against your white comforter like a misshapen halo, you feel so incredibly lucky. Gently, you run your fingers through his choppy bangs, pushing them out of his doe eyes. “Have you been drinking?” 

“Not really, just a couple shots of Fireball and a few beers.” That much alcohol would have knocked you on your lightweight ass, but after years of beer pong and keg stands, Jungkook’s tolerance was damn near Kage level. It took a lot more than that to get him drunk. “I kinda…” he averts your gaze, something he does when he’s sad or guilty. “I felt really bad so I left.”

“Jungkook, I told you it was okay.”

“I know,” he nods, sliding a warm palm under your shirt, rubbing his thumb against your skin in soothing lines. “But I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” Using your fingertip, you brush an eyelash off the apple of his cheek. “Thank you… for coming back for me.”

“Of course, Bambi.” He leans up and presses a deep kiss to your dehydrated lips.

“Kook, stop,” you mumble, craning your neck back. “You’re gonna get sick.”

“I don’t care.”

It doesn’t take much convincing. If Jungkook doesn’t care, why should you? 

What follows is a battle of warm tongues and the needy clash of his bunny teeth against yours. Tender touches coax your Sailor Moon pajama set to the floor with the promise of Jungkook’s delicious love. Before you know it, you’re sinking down onto his hard length, fingers digging into his shoulders as he slouches against your headboard.

“Take it all,” he whispers, jaw slacking as he tilts his head down, getting a clear view of your wet cunt swallowing the remaining few inches. A slick film coats the two fingers he used to hold himself up for you as your lip pillow around the base. “Yeah, just like that.” His face contorts in pleasure, overcome by your warm, slippery walls after a week of illness-induced celibacy. “Feels good, huh baby? Tell me how good my dick makes you feel.”

He wants praise and dirty talk, but the tickle in your nose makes you pause, bracing yourself as a slew of sneezes pours out of you. Eight sneezes to be exact. Jungkook’s high-pitched cackle is drowned out by a shriek as you cup your hand over your leaking nostrils. “EW!”

“Shut up, it’s fine!” He grabs a tissue from the nearly empty box. “Lemme see,” he mumbles, pulling your hand down and wiping it clean, then doing the same to your face afterward and tossing the kleenex in your glittery pink trash bin. 

“I’m sorry,” you peep, completely mortified.

“Don’t worry.” The crooked bunny grin eases your nerves. “That was fire, actually. You clenched around me so tight.”

You squint at him and then bury your head into the crook of his neck. You make love to each other; slow and gentle. At one point, Jungkook locks his tattooed fingers in between yours, pecking your bare shoulder as lazy drags of your hips bring you both to writhing climaxes. And he looks so beautiful when he climaxes, gnawing at his lip piercing, skin dewy from sweat and the moonlight shining through the blinds. 

At that moment, you felt nothing but love and pure ecstasy. 

Isn’t it funny how pleasures of the past can create complete devastation in the present?

Clutching the edge of the porcelain sink, you stare down at the pink box of pregnancy tests. There’s tear stains on your cheeks. A pain in your lungs from all the sobbing. You wish Jungkook had been a shit boyfriend that night. You’d give anything to take it all back. 

Like a sixth sense, there’s a distinguishable knock at the door. 

“Hey, I-” he stops short, brows furrowing as his dark pupils scan your face. “Have you been crying?”

“What do you think?” You shouldn’t snap at him, but the waves of anxiety washing over you make you highly sensitive. Truthfully, you weren’t going to tell Jungkook any of this. His showing up had put an awful wrench in your plans. Well, unless the test came back positive. Then, you’d be forced to tell him. You clamp your hand over your mouth, the thought making you sick to your stomach. 

“__, take a deep breath. Sit down.” You do and he follows suit. “What's going on?”  

“I-” you gulp, swallowing back a whine, struggling to form a coherent sentence. There’s no escape, you have to confess. “I think I might be pregnant.”

There’s an eerie silence once the words hit the air, lingering over you both like a dark, dreary cloud. It takes Jungkook a moment to internalize the weight of the situation, but you can tell when the thunder strikes. The pink tinge in his cheeks fades to a stark, sickly white as he inhales shakily. “Fuck-” Leaning his elbows against his knees, he digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, shielding them. “I thought you were on the pill.” 

“I am, but I was taking antibiotics last week and I read that they can make birth control less effective- and I’ve been having symptoms lately.” It all comes out in a jumbled mess like word vomit. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t move. And it scares you. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.” Despite his posture, his tone is still and calm. “I just… don’t know what to say. It’s a lot to take in.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as the floodgates finally burst. You were still in the swell of your STEM program. Jungkook is just about to graduate with a Bachelor’s in photography. Both of your lives would come to a screeching halt if the worst were true. You weren’t ready for a baby, not in the slightest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, don’t-.” Finally, Jungkook sits up, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. The other arm repeats as he rests his chin on top of your head, rocking your shaking frame back and forth for comfort. “Don’t apologize, don’t cry. Why don’t you take a test before we start freaking the fuck out?”

You suppose he’s right. 

The walk to the bathroom is a blur. Suddenly, you’re on the toilet with that evil stick in hand. Jungkook is sitting on the floor with his eyes closed, knees bent and head leaned back against the wood of the cabinet. Normally, you’re extremely pee-shy. It literally will not come out. Under these circumstances, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

“You pee so softly,” Jungkook says through an airy laugh. “I pee really hard- and fast. Like-” he makes a little whooshing noise with his mouth, “like a hose.” 

“Baby, please,” you huff, setting the test aside and pulling your sweats up. You know he’s trying to ease your nerves, but this is one situation where his lighthearted jokes and comments ceased to make you smile. “This is serious.”

“Trust me, I know.” Spreading his legs, he pats the carpet between them. “C’mere.” As soon as you hit the ground he’s embracing you, trailing kisses all over your exposed skin. “What now?”

“Now,” you sigh, setting a timer on your phone for three minutes, “we wait.”

“You know… it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if it’s positive.”

“It would be absolutely awful, Jungkook.” It’s a sweet sentiment but you know he’s lying, right through his bunny teeth. Late-night conversations in bed about the future ring in your head. ‘Honestly, I don’t think I want kids,’ Jungkook had hummed in the middle of My Neighbor Totoro, ‘ever.’ Generally, you felt the same way, but the memory is terrifying in this context; sitting on the bathroom floor with him, waiting for an answer that could contradict all of your plans and possibly crumble the entire foundation of your relationship.

“Who am I kidding?” He chuckles humorlessly. “You’re right, it would be fucking awful.”

Nervously, you toy with the silver rings on his inked fingers. “What if it’s positive, Jungkook?”

“Let’s just wait until we get the results.”

“But what if it’s positive?” You twist in his arms, showing him your glassy eyes and deep frown. Showing him that his answer, regardless of what the test says, was very important to you. 

He blinks at you, lips opening and then closing promptly as he mulls over his words. “If it is… then we’ll take care of it.”

There’s a dual meaning to the sentiment that makes you chew on your bottom lip, eyes flickering up to the white ceiling to stop yourself from crying. Take care of it as in going through with it? Or take care of it as in… the other option? Honestly, the latter would be your first choice, and you’re sure it’s his as well. But for whatever reason, the fact that he assumed it makes your heart ache. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means whatever you want it to mean.” Gently, he smooths a hand over your trembling thighs before they frantically search for yours. “Just… whatever you want to do… whatever you want, I’ll support it… I’m here.”

A breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in releases in relief. You feel stupid for even questioning him. After all these months of unconditional love, you should know better. Bringing your locked hands up, you kiss his fingertips. The smile it brings out of him is just as soft as your touch. “I love you so much.”

“I love y-.”

He’s cut off by the blaring ring of your timer.

“Please, can you look?” You mumble, shaking your head and covering your eyes. “I can’t do it.”

You feel his torso twist against your back as he reaches for the test on your countertop. The time between him grabbing it and the dreaded answer feels like an eternity.

“Negative.” 

“Thank fuck!” You groan, doing a complete 180 and wrapping your arms around his neck in celebration. You haven’t felt this type of excitement since you were a child, waking up on Christmas morning and seeing colorful presents under the tree.

“What made you think you were pregnant in the first place?”

You hesitate to respond. In retrospect, it’s not as valid of a reason as you originally thought. “I’ve been feeling sick in the morning.”

Pulling back, Jungkook deadpans you. “Bambi, no shit. You’ve been sick all week.”

“I know but,” you pout, twirling a ringlet at the nape of his neck, “google said I could be pregnant…”

“You’re so fucking lucky you’re cute,” he laughs, holding you flush to him and nipping your cheek playfully. “You’ve got to be the most dramatic person I’ve ever met in my life.” You know he’s joking, but the comment makes your expression drop a bit. “But that’s part of the reason I love you so much. I’m never bored with you.”

Once again, you truly don’t know how you got so lucky. 

“Alright,” he huffs, using all of his strength to haul you up into the air and walk you back to your bedroom. Instinctually and habitually, you wrap your legs around his cinched waist. “We finished Avatar last time, so what’re we watching tonight?”

You click your tongue in contemplation. “Naruto.”

“Naruto? Bambi, isn’t Naruto like- a billion episodes long?”

When he tosses you down onto the mattress, you pout and bat your long lashes at him, pulling out all the provenly successful manipulation tactics. “Please?”

“Fine,” he grumbles, plopping down beside you. “But don’t be mad if I knock out.”

And like clockwork, Jungkook dozes off in the middle of the second episode, but that’s okay, because despite how horrible the pregnancy scare was, it truly solidified Jungkook’s presence in your life. You have all the time in the world to watch hours and hours of subpar filler episodes, and you’ll do it happily as long as you’re with him.

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the a-listers | ksj; masterlist

plot | Meet Y/N and Jin, two of Hollywood's hottest celebrities and couple — or are they? Media and fans have been wanting to hear a confirmation for years now. But you two are always good at confusing everyone. Watch as everyone else play this guessing game of what's the relationship between Y/N and Jin.

genres | humor/crack, fluff, angst, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | drabble series! everything that will be posted in this probably didn't happen in order. below are the titles/prompts. asks are always open.

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instagram official — Your fans cheered as you two finally posted photos of each other on your personal accounts, possibly confirming the relationship.But it all changed quickly when you accidentally started an Instagram live.

lie detector test— During promotions of his new movie, Jin was set in a lie detector test. Surprise, surprise! He was asked about you.

masters of handling break-ups — After the tabloids released news of you and Jin ending your unconfirmed relationship, the world watches how you two will handle it.

reading thirst tweets — You and Jin read thirst tweets to each other.

the lover and the love songs — You co-wrote songs for Taylor Swift's Lover, unintentionally fueling the rumors.

year-end affair — Everyone heard nothing from you when Jin's birthday came. Only for you to reveal something during your appearance on The Tonight Show a month later.

the house is on fire — The best way to set a virtual fire is to suddenly take an unexpected break.

birthday tradition — All the things you did to greet Jin, unconsciously making it a tradition.

recently with the a listers... — A dating rumor with another personality there, a Taylor Swift collab here. This is one of the confusing days to be in the a-listers fandom.

drama, drama, drama - Being the two of the biggest celebrities in Hollywood, rumors are always unavoidable. Eyes and cameras were always pointed at you and everything you will do can be used to form some new type of ✨drama✨.

proof, they say — Every proof that random people took just to prove your relationship.

what a week! (finale) — Get ready. This is the busiest, craziest, and most intriguing week ever in your fandom with you coming back to the Hollywood scene with a bang, causing more tweets, more memes, and maybe drama about you and Jin.

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—lost.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff, non-established relationship, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: when hyunjin invites you over to watch a movie. or maybe two.

a/n: helloooo, this is a watercolor bonus part i had in my drafts for forever lmao. it's supposed to be right after part 21, when hyunjin invites y/n over to watch a movie. since i had nothing planned for jinnie's birthday and this was pretty much done, i decided to finish it (fix it) for once and for all jdñskdñs. i hope you guys enjoy! please let me know your thoughts on it, you know i love gossiping with you all<3

You had been the one to make the first move that evening. It was subtle, innocent — your head gently resting on Hyunjin's shoulder as your backs rested against the couch.

For a moment there, you had wondered whether he had even noticed that small act of yours, for his eyes remained focused on the movie playing in front —Your Name, just like he had promised when he had invited you over— and you had not felt him neither relax nor tense up over your bold move.

His lack of reaction could only make you anxious, not to say embarrassed. However, just as you had given up and were starting to sit back up, Hyunjin's arm was loosely placed over your shoulders, stopping you from moving away from him and then taking it one step further by resting his hand on your upper arm, so he could pull you closer to him and keep you from moving further away.

A small smile curved up the corners of your mouth, snuggling up against him and then letting a contented sigh out when his head rested on yours.

That's how it started, at least. Snuggling with him being as much as you were expecting that day.

That being as much as you needed to be the happiest.

But then his thumb began to draw small circles on your arm — goosebumps showing up on your skin, managing to let you know just how much the most simple of touches from him affected you. It would've been embarrassing if you weren't already so open about your feelings for him.

Then you looked up at him with a shy smile, and he smiled back; his eyes matching the sweetness of yours as they looked up at him.

Everything after that felt natural, almost familiar.

He leaned in ever so carefully and gently bumped his nose on yours. You let out a breathy laugh, and cupped his cheek in your hand as your lips finally met midway.

Just like that, not even a minute later, you were lying down on the sofa after Hyunjin had softly pushed you back down on it — the movie now long forgotten while he laid on top of you and his tongue opened its way into your mouth.

No matter how many times you kissed —which, to be fair, had not been that many since that one night at the art studio—, you could not seem to get used to it.

The ever so soft feel of his plump lips on yours, the way they trapped your own in between, the way his tongue would massage yours in a way that would drive you crazy in a second and the way his hot breathing would mix with yours… Everything about him and his kisses was perfect. Absolutely perfect. And you were sure that no matter how many times you got to get a taste of his lips, you would not be able to grow used to it, nor to get enough of it.

Which is why a small whine abandoned your mouth when his lips were no longer on yours, leaning in looking for them once again and earning a low chuckle from him before he leaned down to plant one last chaste kiss on them to calm your needy ass. Before you could protest again, his mouth was placed on the corner of your lips, then on your cheek, on your chin — simply as that, peppering kisses all the way down to your neck.

Your breathing became heavier with the first touch of his wet lips to the sensitive skin on your neck, unconsciously tilting your head so he could have better access to it. You could feel Hyunjin smiling against your flesh, enjoying both the taste of you and the effect he had on you, as he felt you shiver under his touch.

Nuzzling the crook of your neck, he couldn't help a breathy laugh from escaping his mouth over the way you had pulled slightly away before he could press a kiss to it. 

Ticklish. 

That didn't stop him, though, and you were glad he did not give up. If anything, you smiled in utter content when his lips were placed on the sensitive spot they had tried kissing seconds ago.

"Don't you dare leave a mark" you warned him the moment you felt his teeth ever so faintly graze your skin.

Hyunjin chuckled against the spot he had been teasing, pressing one last open mouth kiss to it before he went back up to your mouth. "Why?" his lips brushed yours. "Don't want other guys to know you were with me?"

Your laugh was muffled by him, as his lips trapped your bottom one. "They wouldn't know you were the one I was with anyway".

Watching his mouth open slightly agape in defeat, you chuckled, pulling him into another kiss by the collar of his hoodie. That was all it took for him to let your taunting words go, as he got lost in your addictive touch.

A small, breathy moan escaped his mouth and was muffled by yours when your fingers ran through his hair and gently pulled at it. That got you a lip bite in response — his teeth ever so teasingly catching your bottom lip in between them and tenderly pulling at it, before his mouth was once again doing wonders on yours.

The hand of his that had been holding your waist all along loosened its grip on you, travelling down to the hem of your sweater and lifting it slightly up as he dug his hand inside. An almost inaudible gasp ran past your lips at the feel of his warm hand on your bare skin. 

His touch was gentle, as opposed to the rather passionate way his mouth was sucking on yours. He held your waist once more, just like he had been doing before — only now his thumb was drawing gentle circles on your hot skin.

Gentle. Everything about his touch right then was gentle. So goddamn gentle, it was almost painful. 

Gentle enough to make you melt underneath him. Gentle enough to let you know you were in too deep.

"Wait…" you managed to mumble against his lips. "I don't—I'm not…"

"I'm not trying anything," he promised, catching on to your hesitation. "I won't do anything, don't worry".

You nodded, only then managing to catch your breath. "Okay…"

Hyunjin smiled, allowing a light laugh to escape his mouth as he rested his forehead on yours.

"What?" you wondered, feeling the corners of your mouth curving up at the mere sight of his smile.

He shook his head in amusement, simply cupping your cheek in his other hand. "You're so cute".

You felt your cheeks burn, having to look down in order for him not to realise just how flustered he made you feel.

"I just wanna touch you here," he confessed, running his thumb up and down the curve of your waist. "Can I?"

You smiled softly, with a simple nod giving him the green light he was waiting for not to remove his hand, and to connect his lips with yours for what felt like the hundredth time that night. His kisses now matched the gentleness of his thumb against your skin.

Pressing one last kiss to your mouth and giving you a smile that had you once more melting right then and there, he rested his head on your chest — hand still caressing your waist under your sweater as he focused back on the movie.

As delusional as it sounded, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering back to when you and Felix had been watching movies together at your place. He remembered how Felix had told him you made a great pillow, and although he one hundred percent agreed, he could only wonder if he had been lying down on you like this.

Hyunjin thought he only hated the idea of you and Changbin together. But right then, as images of Felix being in his place before invaded his mind, he realised he also hated the idea of you and him together.

One of your hands resting on his back and the other one on his head, so your fingers could ever so tenderly run through his hair in such a way he wished you would never stop, was all it took for all those thoughts of his to go away.

You were with him right then. You were underneath him, kissing him and snuggling him. Every other guy in your life could not mean any less of a threat.

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Letting out a relaxed sigh when the credits began to roll, Hyunjin made himself more comfortable on your body, quietly enjoying the way your fingers were still lovingly massaging his scalp.

"Should we watch another movie?" he wondered after a couple of seconds, scared of either saying or doing anything that would have you move away from him.

You failed to give him an answer, instead removing your hand from his hair, just like he had feared. Confused at the sudden loss of your touch, he lifted his head up to take a look at you, only to be met with your glossy eyes and wet cheeks as you rushed to dry them out with the back of your hands.

"You're crying?" Hyunjin asked, a pinch of worry and one of endearment clear in his eyes.

You shook your head no. "M—not".

A soft smile curved up his mouth, removing your hands from off your face so he could take over instead — small strokes of his thumbs on your cheeks managing to wipe the few tear stains that were left. 

"You're so cute, oh my God" he giggled.

"Shut up…" you whined, not finding it in you to hold his stare as his eyes turned into two crescent moons. "I wasn't joking when I told you to have tissues prepared for me".

Hyunjin laughed under his breath, nuzzling the crook of your neck before he obnoxiously wrapped his arms around you. "And I told you my arms around you were better".

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah… I'm not so sure about that".

"You don't believe that" he hummed, playfully pinching your sides before he looked back up at you. "So how about another movie? One that'll lift up your mood?"

"Do we have time for another one?" you wondered.

His eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Isn't Changbin coming home soon? Or Seungmin?" you tilted your head questioningly. "Although I guess they could always join us".

Eyebrows knitting even closer together, he took his phone out of his pocket so he could check the time. "There's still some time before Bin hyung comes back. And I doubt Min-ie is coming back anytime soon, he'll probably still be at yours when you go back".

You joined in his laughter at that. Chae hadn't texted you at all, so you thought Hyunjin was onto something. She and Seungmin were probably going to enjoy every last second they got alone together at your dorm.

"Okay then," you smiled. "Do I get to pick the next one?"

"Mhm…" he nodded, sitting up for a moment so he could look for the remote that had been thrown somewhere in the middle of your previous make out session. "Something that won't make you cry".

"Oh! Let's watch something from Studio Ghibli" you perked up, taking the remote from his hands. 

"Oh, so you're one of those?" he teased, a bright smile adorning his lips.

"Shut up, their art style is amazing" you bit back, not sparing him one glance while you searched for the movie you were looking for. "We're watching Howl's Moving Castle and you're liking it".

"I do like it" he chucked, going back to rest on your chest. 

"Good," you nodded as you pressed play. 

"You know, you're very defensive when it comes to Studio Ghibli" Hyunjin taunted.

You laughed under your breath, earning a small laugh from him as he felt your chest shake underneath him. "I just love their movies so much".

"I can see that," he smiled. "Although I can't tell whether you like Howl's Moving Castle for the plot or for Howl, like every other screaming girl".

Your mouth opened in full offense, shoving him off by his shoulders and having him giggle at the sight of you. "You take that back now".

"Am I wrong, though?" he pushed it instead.

"I'd choose my next words very carefully if I were you, Hwang Hyunjin" you squinted your eyes at him. "You do look like Howl after all".

His mouth opened in what looked like a perfect 'o'. "I so do not".

"You do!" you fought back, hands digging back in his hair. "If you let your hair grow, you'd be a perfect cosplay of him".

"You're delusional now" he accused you.

"I'm not" you tauntingly stuck your tongue out.

Watching his eyes roll in amusement, you did not miss the way his smile had turned into a smirk. "Is that why you like me so much then?"

Your cheeks burned up in a second, looking away from him as a throaty laugh of his reached your ears. 

Good thing you had always been open about your enormous crush on him.

Before you could move on to another topic or even try to come up with a witty reply, you felt his cloudlike lips trap your bottom one in them. "You're cute" he mumbled against your mouth, pressing another chaste kiss to it.

"You've said that a lot today" you smiled, shyly.

He chuckled. "Just being honest".

"Can we watch my one and only love, Howl, now?" you teased.

Hyunjin laughed under his breath, giving you a small nod and a soft kiss before he was resting on your chest again. "Yeah, we can watch the cartoon version of me now".

Although you had rolled your eyes at his way with words, you said nothing, finding yourself getting lost in the moment not even a minute into the movie — lost in the way Hyunjin's face pressed on your chest, lost in the way his hand dug back inside your sweater and caressed your skin just like he had asked for permission earlier that day.

Lost in the movie, and in the way your breathing was in sync with his. 

Lost in the way the warmness of his body was enough to make you feel the most as peace you had ever been.

So lost in it, that you missed the way Hyunjin had snuck his phone out of his pocket and had texted Changbin, asking, if not begging, for him to stay out of their shared place for a couple more hours so he could be alone with you.

So lost in your feelings for him and how you did not want this moment to ever end, that you managed to miss the way he, too, wanted to stay with you like this for as long as he could.

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THE ZONE: Appendix

«MAIN SERIES MASTERLIST»

LEGEND 🖤Pairing · 📜Word Count · 🪐AU/Genre/Trope · 🚨 Warnings

TI VOGLIO BENE 📜7.3k | Approx. 30-min. read 🖤Hyunjin x Reader 🪐Established relationship, Romance, Smut with so much feeling 🚨Reading the main series first is highly recommended for the references to make sense: (Semi) public sex, Hyunjin has developed a tattoo kink, accidental voyeurism, vaginal fingering, squirting, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!

SYNOPSIS Well into your relationship with the love of your life, things couldn't be any better. One day, you tell Hyunjin you're craving dessert, and he's very glad that you asked.

THE ZONE has an official soundtrack. Looping it in the background while reading is obligatory.

In Italian, "Ti voglio bene" implies unconditional, selfless love and literally means “I want you to be well.” Often abbreviated as “TVB,” it’s used as a salutation to those who mean the most to you. Ref.

When normal people had date nights, it usually included getting dolled up, having dinner together at a nice place, maybe taking a night stroll, and coming back home. 

When it was Hwang Hyunjin in question, however, it always turned into some kind of performance, and quite frankly, that was one of the many reasons why you were super looking forward to date nights.

“Care to be my model for an intimate photoshoot tonight, beautiful?”

Normal people would pick up their girlfriends from their apartments whereas only Hwang Hyunjin would attempt to pick you up from some bar and seduce you until you agreed to spend the night with him. His disguise for the night was an ‘erotic photographer’, which was not that far off from what he was already doing with you every chance he got.

“Just like that. Keep that pose for me.”

You had been together for quite a while now, already having been through graduations, job searches, and several other life events that you used to think only belonged to the bleak life of boring married couples. The more time passed by, the more you expected the effect of Hyunjin’s diabolical charm on you to wear off. Yet, every time you were out wearing different personas on your sleeve, it still didn’t take him more than half an hour to disarm whatever defenses you had up and make you cave. He was as spellbinding as the first time he uttered only two words to you. As irresistible as the first time you laid eyes on him. As passionate as your first night alone together. 

Hyunjin loved conquering you all over again with a different mask on every time, and he always, always lived up to his promise.

I’ll show you a great time if you come home with me tonight, beautiful.

There you were in Hyunjin’s apartment again. His own this time, but it was crawling with traces of you. The photos of the two of you latched on a rope adorned with fairy lights in his living room, solo shots of you framed in his bedroom, the bedsheets you liked, the wine glasses you picked together, the library you filled with books neither of you had read before… It was his apartment on paper, but you were practically living together, and every time you stepped foot in there, it smelled like home.

Hyunjin kept feeding you the cocktails he concocted even after stripping you bare under the soft mood lights of the living room, shooting frame after frame of closeups of you. Your eyes, your lips, your collarbones, your thighs… He had consumed the same amount of alcohol as you that night, but he was indubitably much drunker. Of course he was drunker. How could he not lose complete control of his inhibitions every single time he caught a glimpse of you?

When he shot the last frame, he looked at the screen of his camera to admire you and bit into his smile.

“Can’t fucking believe what a lucky bastard I am sometimes.”

You cackled at his sudden declaration, “Where did that even come from?”

“Can you blame me? I get to sleep with this beauty every night,” he turned his camera off, “That’s cause for bragging,”

“You’re fucking drunk, prince.”

“Yes, I am, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re beautiful,” he crawled closer to you on the floor covered with the soft, shaggy rug, “When we wake up tomorrow, I’ll be sober, but you’ll still be beautiful.”

His large hands found your face and pulled you in for a kiss. Kissing Hyunjin was among your favorite things to do. With him. To him. On him. His lips were so full that you were convinced they were made to be kissed by you the way they filled the space inside your mouth so snugly. Clicked like a puzzle piece. Belonged to you and you only.

“Now about this…”

He brushed his fingers on your tattoo, a geometric four-leaf clover on the left side of your torso, and immediately sent a shiver down your spine. Something had happened to him ever since you got it done some time ago. He kept asking you to show it to him, and for some mindboggling reason, the sight of it was turning him on so much that it always led to you having sex at wherever the fuck you were. At a bar restroom, in his car, in his living room while taking monochrome nudes of you apparently…

“Are you still sore, or can I do things to you again?”

Again. Hyunjin didn’t know how to do things in moderation, especially when it involved you, so his insatiable sex drive was probably the least surprising thing about him. Having you whimper under him until you begged him to stop was one of his favorite things to do, and while you were well aware of the havoc he was going to wreak on your body every time, you were simply incapable of saying no to him.

“I’m always in the mood for you.”

“Told you I’m a lucky bastard. You’re my good luck charm,” he licked a stripe on your tattoo and then grabbed your hand, “Come closer.”

He sat down behind you in front of the full-length mirror, legs spread to either side of you, and pressed your naked body against his clothed chest. You could feel his slow breathing on your nape. You could feel his growing erection on your hips. You could feel his fingers dangerously traveling on your thighs, warning you that he was about to do something utterly outrageous again.

“I have a favor to ask, beautiful.”

You knew what was going to follow by heart. His ‘Will you let me play with you?’s might have shapeshifted, but they still led to the same road in their essence. You threw your arm back to grab his nape and contently sighed as a response.

“I wanna finger you until your eyes roll back,” he fixated his gaze on your reflection in the mirror and spread your pussy lips to admire it, “I wanna make your toes curl again.”

He started caressing your inner thighs knowing damn well what it did to you. It was always the way the ticklishness morphed into sheer arousal when his light touches became straight up needy groping.

“Watch us,” Hyunjin lifted your chin up for you to open your eyes, “Watch how I’m gonna pleasure you.”

You followed the way his fingers moved in the mirror. Every time he came dangerously close to your pussy, you could feel the pressure building inside you, and you kept on anticipating that touch that was going to electrocute you.

Very much in vain. 

The upside of being together for so long was that he knew your body too well. The downside was that… he knew your body too well.

And he frequently used that knowledge for the ulterior motive of torturing you until you started wriggling restlessly because couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hyunjin… Please.”

“Did I drag the teasing on a little too much, beautiful?”

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the teasing; you loved it, but if there was something you loved even more it was Hyunjin caving. You watched the way he licked a clean stripe on his fingers in pure excitement, and when he finally pressed them on your clit—

“Hyunjin!”

“There’s the pitch I love. Music to my ears,” he gently pushed your chest for you to recline some more, “Melt into me. I’ll make it feel so good.”

He didn’t need to openly declare it. Hyunjin never not made it feel good. It wasn’t the eventual dopamine release you were looking forward to. It never was. It was the way literal fireworks went off in the distance every time you touched each other. It was how Hyunjin’s soul was in the deepest shade of crimson, completely made up of passion. His need, his appetite, and his zeal oozed from every single orifice of his body, and he spilled some of that pigment in you every time he made love to you.

It was the feeling of absolute completeness you kept yearning for.

“Just the way you like, isn’t it? Slow and precise,” he placed an open mouth kiss on your shoulder, “I’ve fucking memorized every inch of your body.”

He stopped his delightful ministrations and brought his middle finger right over your entrance.

“You’re gonna flinch when I touch you there.”

You jolted in your place when he sank just the first knuckle of his finger into you and pumped a few shallow thrusts.

“You’re gonna moan when I kiss you there.”

You felt the exact outline of his lips right under your nape, which was the ground zero of the tingle outbreak all over your body.

“You’re gonna get wetter when I lick you there.”

He dragged his tongue on the crossroads of your left ear and neck. Your sensitivity quadrupled when you felt his quiet little moans amplify on your skin.

“You’re gonna want more of me when I start working you there.”

He pushed his fingers into your mouth to get them as slippery as possible. You sucked on them a little too intensely like you were actually sucking his cock, swirling your tongue around them just the way he liked, and Hyunjin almost forgot what his end goal was.

Then you felt the absolutely delectable stretch provided by his long, slender fingers sinking inside you.

“Hyunjin!!!”

“Don’t hold it in. Scream if you like. I don’t care who hears it.”

Long ago, Hyunjin had found a very particular spot inside you and whenever he worked it with his middle and ring fingers, the end result ended up being something spectacular to witness. His lips started traveling from your temple, down to your cheek, to your jawline, and to your neck. He kept breathing on your skin and moaned at the same rhythm as you. For what it’s worth, he could just record himself moaning and play it for you and you would cum untouched—it had that much of an intense effect on you. 

“And you’re gonna cum when I go faster.”

Your walls were so thick with arousal that you were already contracting, signaling your impending doom on the horizon, and oozing on his fingers. Your thighs were tense. The soft melodies of his chuckle suddenly hit your ears.

“I know you like the back of my hand, beautiful,” he filled his lungs to the brim with your scent, and his voice decreased to a mere whisper, “I worship the floor you walk on, fucking christ.”

Your moans were out of control by then. I fucking love the way you talk to me, you wanted to say, but you weren’t able to put together two coherent words together.

“I love you,” his fingering suddenly got way more fervent, “Give it to me. Soak me again.”

In Hyunjinese, ‘Soak me’ did not simply mean ‘Cum’. He really meant what he said. There was a reason he always used the same two fingers because if he kept rubbing that spongy spot inside you after your walls reached a certain thickness, you always…

…always…

…squirted on him.

And it was such a fucking erotic sight that one of those days, he was going to cum untouched while simply watching you.

While you were diminished to a puddle in his lap, high as a kite with the afterglow of your orgasm, Hyunjin helped you come down with the little kisses he peppered all over your face while laying you down on the rug. You stupidly smiled at him as your wits started coming back to you.

“You know what I’m craving right now?” you unwittingly asked.

“Tiramisu.”

You raised your brows in mild shock because when the fuck did Hyunjin start reading minds?

“How’d you know?!”

“You can’t shut up about it ever since we’ve been to that Italian place. It’s been months.”

“Not my fault they transformed sex into dessert, okay? That’s alchemy.”

He burst into a peal of heartfelt laughter and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I actually know another spot. Wanna go tomorrow?”

“I’d love to!”

In one-tenth of a nanosecond, you watched the expression on Hyunjin’s face mutate from complete adoration to something thrillingly dangerous.

“I take the payment upfront,” he pressed your hand on his crotch so that you’d feel how hard he was, “Cash only.”

You let him fuck you on the floor to his heart’s content until he collapsed on you. You grabbed the blanket on the couch with whatever minuscule amount of strength you had to cover yourselves and you drifted to sleep on the soft rug that night.

Because all hail floor heating.

The following day, Hyunjin texted you an address to fulfill his dessert promise, but the sign on the door didn’t make any sense to you.

“I didn’t know the Italian Embassy served tiramisu,” you chortled with furrowed brows, “What’s going on?”

Without saying anything, Hyunjin flashed an envelope to you, and when you looked inside, you saw two plane tickets to Rome dated three weeks from now.

“Where– What– How– Jus… WHAT?!”

“I’ve been putting aside a little ever since I started my job at the studio,” he leisurely explained as if he was telling you about commonplace knowledge, “My phone tells me I’ve finally hit my goal.”

You looked at his phone screen and saw a full green bar with the title ‘Tiramisu Fund’. You didn’t know whether to shriek in happiness or sob violently.

Because Hyunjin didn’t know how to do things in moderation, especially when it involved you.

“You’re fucking nuts, prince,” was all you could manage to utter.

“I know.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“I know.”

“I mean you’re legit clinically insane.”

“Then take responsibility. I told you you were driving me insane,” Hyunjin wrapped you in his embrace and started caressing your hair, “You and me. Good music, even better food, and back-arching, toe-curling amazing sex. What do you say, beautiful?”

Hyunjin had suggested a stupid pact that you shouldn’t fuck until you left the country because, in his words, he wanted the sex to be legendary. You had absolutely no fucking idea why you agreed to this because by the end of those three weeks, you were on the brink of cumming untouched if he so much as breathed in your general direction. Who the fuck would be able to keep it in their pants when they lived with this man, jesus fucking christ?!

At long last, you were finally on a plane headed to Rome, but even as you were on the way, it didn’t seem real to you. This had to be a fever dream.

Like most of your memories with Hyunjin.

“I need to use the restroom,” he interrupted the movie you were watching, “Can you wait for me outside the door?”

“Why? Are you scared you’re gonna fall down?” you wheezed at your own subpar joke.

“I actually am scared. I might need your help.”

“What’s going on?”

“Just… Please?”

You followed him to the restroom door with a tinge of worry, hoping your assistance would not be needed for whatever that was. But much to your dismay…

“Could you help me with this?” Hyunjin peeked out of the restroom door, “I think I’m bleeding.”

“You what?”

You barged into that tiny space with your blood pressure suddenly peaking with concern, and as he locked the door behind you, you scanned him from head to toe to spot an injury…

...that didn’t exist.

“You’re not bleeding,” you pressed your hand on your chest and heaved a deep sigh of relief, “You scared the crap out of me. I really thought some shit was going down.”

“It will,” he roughly lifted you up from your waist and placed you on the sink, “Me. On you.”

“What are you doing?” you yanked on his shoulders as he harshly dragged your bottoms down, “You’re gonna get us busted!”

“I won’t if you keep quiet,” he grabbed your face, “I could literally smell how wet you were the entire way. I’m not gonna be able to wait until we land.”

When he unleashed himself on your lips, your sanity immediately evanesced. Boom. Just like that. God, you had missed him. You had missed him so fucking much, and it was annoying as fuck that he had put you through this because of some dumb rule he self-imposed.

“Spread wide for me, beautiful. Let me get a taste.”

Taste? Getting a taste meant sampling something whereas he was full on devouring your pussy right there. Truth be told, you’d had some banger orgasms courtesy of Hyunjin’s tongue game throughout your relationship, but if you knew you were going to explode in his face that hard?

You would have suggested a chastity pact way sooner.

“I got a surprise for you.”

Hyunjin lifted up his shirt while dragging his belt down to flash you a piece of his bare skin. You saw a shadow of something that wasn’t there before. When you looked closer you realized it was ink. Delicate lines that looked like they came from his own charcoal pencil joined together to depict a fancy fountain pen writing Lust for Life on an open parchment scroll.

A tattoo. On his fucking crotch… 

You were barely able to restrain yourself from jumping Hyunjin whenever you caught a glimpse of him as it was, so he most definitely didn’t need to get any sexier. Your jaw dropped so hard at his surprise that you almost caused turbulence in the plane.

“If you don’t let me lick that right now, I swear to fucking god…”

“I showed you mine,” he whispered in his usual soft velvety tone, “Now show me yours.”

When you flashed your own tattoo back to him, he instinctively sank his teeth into his lips again.

“There it is,” he wrapped one hand around your waist and pulled your body flush against his while aligning himself with your drenched cunt, “We fuck first, baby. Then do whatever you want to me.”

It took everything in your willpower not to scream when you felt him slide in to occupy that entire space in you. You knew for a fact that whenever he was this hard and moaning that gutturally, he was only mere seconds away from aggressively blowing, and the thought alone was driving you up a wall. You clenched as hard as you could to claim your load, and the way his eyes rolled back when he came was everything to you.

“No leaking,” Hyunjin barely restrained himself from making your lips bleed for he bit into the flesh a little too harshly, “Keep it inside.”

Minus that severe short-circuit caused by your lizard brains, it was a nice trip overall. After you landed, you went straight to an information desk nearby to rent a car, which was going to take you to your accommodation. Hyunjin had booked a cute B&B near the Vatican for you. It was literally a vintage-looking apartment building, and the woman running it was really friendly. She even told you you could take the bikes parked out front for a little cruise.

After settling into your room, you walked out to the balcony to breathe in the crisp evening air. You looked at the cathedral wall facing the street, and considering what you were going to be doing later in this room—repeatedly for that matter— you felt a weird sense of… guilt.

“This feels horribly wrong.” 

“Not really, if you think about it,” Hyunjin threw his arm around your waist and spoke in the most nonchalant tone ever, “We might be fucking, but it still involves screaming to a deity. I’d say it still works.”

While it was cute in theory, you were so travel-worn that you both passed out on the bed while watching a movie together.

The next morning, instead of an alarm, you were woken up with kisses all over your face, your hair, and your neck.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Hyunjin whispered against your skin, “Good morning to the most incredible woman on earth.”

It had been so long already, but you could never really get used to waking up next to him. He was a dream. He was a dream you never wanted to wake up from. 

Screw real life very disrespectfully.

When his lips found their way to yours, it took only mere seconds before you started stripping each other. He needed you. You needed him. And you needed him now.

Hyunjin guided your hand to his leaking cock, incredibly warm under your touch for all the blood in his body was rushing down to his crotch. He was so hard that there was no way it didn’t hurt.

“I want you so bad,” he spoke quietly in between the cold sheets covering your naked bodies, “Let’s fuck, baby.”

He pronounced it fuck but what he meant was something else entirely. No matter how intensely you ravaged each other, you and Hyunjin always took your sweet time within the confines of a bed, excruciatingly slow for that matter, as if you were exploring each other afresh. Making sure you felt one another to the core. This wasn’t simply having sex for you; it was another way of communication. A thinly veiled love confession that seeped through your very being.

Morning coffees and morning sex. Second, third, and fourth rounds. Yeah, you didn’t come all the way here just to lock yourselves within walls and fuck each other’s brains out, but fucking Hyunjin under the Italian sky still counted as tourism for you. An astral one at that.

And it never stopped feeling surreal.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Baby, please!”

For any other person, this would be a simple exchange of bodily fluids. For you, it felt like a renewal of unspoken vows. Every time you and Hyunjin made each other cum, it wasn’t just an orgasm you were having. It was a goddamn out-of-body experience. 

You wished you had a way of explaining this that didn’t sound corny, but that was just what love was to you. And maybe fuck the people who found it corny. What would they know?

The next day, you were finally ready to function as normal human beings again. You both woke up super early to come up with a route. No one in their right mind would start their day with a coup de grâce, but there you were at St. Peter’s Basilica first thing in the morning.

You weren’t a religious person per se, but after stepping foot into that place you certainly understood why some people were. Be it the extremely high ceilings of that mesmerizing piece of architecture, or the oddly hushed atmosphere all around, you felt more exposed than you ever were as if someone was focusing a hidden camera on you. You felt watched, which was why you clung to Hyunjin’s arm like a spooked little kid. 

You just felt microscopically tiny.

After cruising the streets of the Vatican for a while, you took the owner of the B&B up on her offer and decided to spend the entire day cycling throughout Rome, doing a little bit of touristing seeing the Colosseum, the Hard Rock Café, and the Spanish Steps. Hyunjin insisted on visiting a little eatery that was supposed to be really famous, which ended up being a gelato place, and you lost your whole entire shit when he ordered tiramisu ice cream for the both of you.

“Fun fact,” you pointed your little spoon at him, “Did you know ‘Tirami sù’ actually means ‘Pick me up’?”

“Did you know tiramisu was the natural aphrodisiac of the 19th century?”

“DEADASS?!” your shriek caused a couple of heads to turn to you.

“Yeah,” he scooped a generous amount of ice cream from the glass container, “Legend has it it was served in houses of pleasure in Treviso at the end of the night for reinvigoration purposes.”

You were briefly distracted by the way Hyunjin sucked on his spoon as if he was trying to separate the components of the ice cream. You never explicitly told him this, but watching him eat was among your favorite guilty pleasures, and for some reason, it always induced an intense desire to kiss those plush lips of his. You chuckled to yourself.

“Is there anything you don’t know?”

“Not when it comes to you, beautiful,” he mischievously winked at you.

You spent the afternoon strolling on the streets hand in hand, just walking around appreciating the air and the fantastic coffee smell oozing from everywhere. It was as if the law required the locals of all ages to look extremely good-looking at all times. You didn’t know any of these people; you didn’t know the struggles they had, but it was the vibe they were exuding. Laid-back. Friendly. Cheerful. Somewhat sensual. And it was super contagious. You had no idea what they were talking about, but you could listen to the most mundane of things rendered by that melodious language for hours on end.

Maybe positivity was indeed one of the most attractive qualities in a person.

Your very last destination of the day was the Trevi Fountain. Hyunjin got off his bike and handed you some change.

“We’re supposed to make a wish here.”

You gaped at the beautiful piece of architecture with an awestruck expression, thinking to yourself it really wasn’t fair for the rest of the world that every enchanting piece of art seemed to be gathered in a single place. You threw the coin into the water, closed your eyes with a deep breath, and made your wish. You could have wished for a jillion different things, but on the off-chance that it might come true this once, you only wished for happiness and well-being. With Hyunjin. For the rest of your life if possible.

“What did you wish for?” he asked resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Come on, prince, you know the rule,” you feigned disapproval with creased brows, “If you say it out loud, it doesn’t come true.”

You didn’t need to say it out loud. Every time you made a wish, you had a habit of silently moving your lips.

And Hyunjin had figured out how to read your lips long ago.

When you finally arrived in Florence, you were convinced that this was the Hyunjin capital. He at least had to be born here in his previous life or something. It was a charming little city chock-full of muse material, and if Rome was sky blue, Florence was soft peach. There was no other way to define it.

And for some reason, it smelled like Hyunjin here.

After checking in to your hotel, you quickly went through the places you could see in the vicinity on your phone. The way everything seemed to be to Hyunjin’s taste was so uncanny that it felt like someone tapped into the man’s brain and decided to create a city after it. It quickly sparked an idea in your mind.

“Let’s dedicate today to you. I’ll plan a surprise itinerary,” you placed a kiss on his nose, “Maybe it’s time to reunite with your alleged roots, prince.”

Hyunjin’s sanity meter was still around the normal threshold as you were visiting the Uffizi Galleries. It was so cute watching him be mesmerized by witnessing some of these pieces in the flesh. You were right there with him, but he couldn’t help squeezing your arm and pointing at stuff as if you were in an amusement park. You were about to combust with endearment by the end of your visit.

The art was great alright, but with all due respect, none of it could compare to Hyunjin.

He had somewhat calmed down as you made your way to Ponte Vecchio, but when you took him to a Leica branch, you could feel the way he started vibrating at a concerning frequency looking at the cameras and lenses.

And finally…

“Oh, you gotta be FUCKING kidding me!!!”

…he spectacularly lost his shit when you dragged him to a stationery store called Scrivimi. You didn’t own this place or anything, but Hyunjin was acting like you built it there for his sake. He almost overdosed on euphoria among all that craft paper, custom-made seals, fountain pens, and luxury ink. When you walked out, he basically attacked your lips right in the middle of that street and spoke into your mouth.

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard tonight, you have no fucking idea.”

Since you had taken over the daytime planning, Hyunjin took the liberty of making a dinner reservation. You had a fantastic evening tasting the specials of the trattoria paired with their house wine, and obviously the course had to end with tiramisu.

“How was everything, beautiful?”

“Magnificent,” you looked at him with an utterly satiated smile on your face, “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Room for dessert?”

“What do you mean? We’ve just had it.”

You were sitting diagonally to him. Hyunjin dragged your chair closer and you felt his hand sliding up your inner thighs.

“Here?” you burst into a flustered giggle fit, “You’re fucking crazy.”

“I am,” he tilted his head and responded nonchalantly, “I’m crazy about you.”

Your eyes automatically closed when Hyunjin pulled your panties to the side and pushed his fingers into you, fixating his gaze on you intently. The way you were trying to keep a straight face while crumbling into pieces was extremely entertaining for him. You pressed your hand over your mouth and started taking deep breaths to mute your moans, and while you were mostly successful, you weren’t able to control the tensing of your muscles and your legs shaking.

“Please don’t make me squirt here,” you pleaded in a whisper.

“Don’t make a scene, beautiful. No one will know. Just let it go,” he leaned into you with a smile as if you were in the middle of a disgustingly romantic conversation, “You dedicated this day to your prince, remember?”

When he fully hooked his fingers inside you, his fingering got way more fervent, and you inadvertently slammed your fist on the table. You were quivering, your eyes were squeezed tight, and you were panting hysterically with your mouth still closed. With the increased pressure of those goddamn dexterous fingers inside you, you finally snapped and felt a splash between your legs.

“That’s it,” Hyunjin pressed his head on your forehead and spoke in a comforting voice, “Just like that. Give it to me.”

The way you were crouched over that table with your hand still covering your mouth and breathing heavily, it looked like you were about to throw up, which piqued the attention of your waiter.

“Is everything okay, sir?”

“I think someone had a little too much wine,” Hyunjin tsked in disappointment, “Can we get the check, please?”

He took the opportunity to wipe your legs clean under the table for residual evidence and broke into a fit of laughter.

“See? Told you no one would know,” he placed a kiss in your hair.

Once your check arrived, he reached the inner pocket of his blazer to grab a pen to sign the credit card slip with, however—

“Dammit!”

You flinched in your seat due to his sudden reaction.

“What’s going on?”

“My Caran d’Ache is gone.”

Oh, hell no. Anything but that. 

His beloved fountain pen of many years had indeed joined your trip no matter how much you told him to leave it home exactly for fear of something like this. You did a quick replay of the day in your head to draw out a map as he finished paying the bill. 

“Get up,” you jumped to your feet, “We’ll go look for it.”

You retraced your steps all the way from the gallery to even a bunch of alleys you’d been to that day to absolutely no avail. You both eventually collapsed on some narrow street against the wall of some church named Santa Margherita dei Cerchi.

“Let’s just go back,” Hyunjin finally admitted defeat, “We’re never gonna find it.”

A part of you wanted to give him a mouthful of scolding, but it didn’t seem like the right time for an I told you so. You hated it when he sulked. The only thing that suited his porcelain features was a heartfelt smile. You grabbed his hand instead and gave it a firm squeeze.

“You okay, prince?”

His pout started to melt right away when you looked at him like that.

“Of course I am,” he beamed and placed a kiss on the back of your hand, “You’re right next to me, no?”

You pulled each other up and started walking back hand in hand in silence just listening to the cozy chatter of the streets, the canorous voices of people telling each other things through words you didn’t understand. Maybe you could start learning Italian when you went back because you were convinced that even fighting in this language would sound somehow sexy.

“You know what we’re walking on, beautiful?” Hyunjin interrupted your thoughts.

“On… a bridge?”

“True,” he knowingly nodded and added matter-of-factly, “This is Ponte Santa Trinità.”

“Nice to meet you Ponte Santa Trinità,” you bowed to the bridge, making him burst out laughing at your antics.

“This is supposedly where Dante met his muse, Beatrice,” he continued with his little fact sheet, “Did you know he only saw her twice but fell madly in love with her? Allegedly for the rest of his life.”

“Allegedly,” you emphasized with raised brows and a smile.

“Yes, allegedly,” he gently pulled on your hand to stop you in your tracks, “You lied to me.”

You were looking at him with a blank expression, utterly confused, trying to figure out what the hell he was referring to.

“Excuse me?”

“You lied to me,” he repeated, “The day of the blizzard, remember? You told me you didn’t believe in soulmates.”

“That’s– I sa– I didn’t–”

Yes, you had. You had told him maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates because admitting otherwise and facing the cold truth that it was an illusion would push you towards becoming a bitter person. Even though you wished with your entire soul that Hyunjin was your soulmate, you didn’t want to know if he wasn’t. You loved him. You had loved him for so long. You had put your heart on the line for him, bled for him, and had to endure so many things for him because you wanted to. It was a huge gamble with such high stakes, but to your absolute luck, it turned out that it was worth it. You knew you belonged together; everything else was just noise at this point.

“You’re my muse,” Hyunjin pulled you back to earth by wrapping his arms around you, “Every time I look at you, my heart skips a beat. I don’t have to be some Renaissance man to know that I will be in love with you as long as I live. More and more every day.”

He reached into the inner pocket of his blazer to fish for something and when he took it out, you recognized the beautiful patterns of his 1010 Chrono Sport.

“You– You didn’t lose it.”

“I didn’t.”

When he removed his thumb from the cap, the streetlight illuminating the bridge ricocheted off the ornate fountain pen, and you saw something glint.

“Will you let me make you happy for the rest of my life, beautiful?”

You had never been this stunned in your entire life to the point of being left speechless. You thought maybe you were dying because everything you had been through started flashing right before your eyes. The very first time you saw him. The poem he wrote on your back. Your little Sambuca trick. Chris’ birthday. The day that it snowed like shit. Minho. Jongyeon. Yeji. The day he dropped out of school. The very first time he called you baby. Everything. Everything. Everything.

All this time you were so wrapped in your little cocoon of routine that you had forgotten about all this. It was as if they were someone else’s memories now. Being happy did not mean that the wounds you were carrying had magically disappeared. They were only scars now. But Hyunjin…

Hyunjin…

The only man ever.

The exclusive owner of your heart.

And a life without him was simply unimaginable.

“Baby?” he tilted his head and looked at you with something akin to concern in his eyes.

“I love you,” your tears started running down your face uncontrollably, “I’ve never loved someone else as much as I love you.”

You unleashed yourself on his lips, hoping it would suffice as an answer. You didn’t care if anyone would be uncomfortable by the public display of affection; you were going to pass out if you didn’t feel his breathing on your skin. Contrary to your expectations, the passersby who saw you actually initiated a round of applause around that bridge. You didn’t need to be fluent in Italian to know that these strangers were just wishing you a lifetime of happiness as you let Hyunjin place the ring on your finger.

After returning to your hotel, Hyunjin spotted a bottle of champagne at the empty reception desk.

“It tastes better when it’s stolen.”

He grabbed the bottle and you made a run for the rooftop. As it was pretty late, it was only the two of you on the dark terrace to enjoy the night view. Hyunjin popped the champagne and as you were taking your sips directly from the bottle, some movement caught your attention in your peripheral vision.

“Oh my fucking god,” you harshly grabbed Hyunjin’s arm, “Check this out.”

A couple was having sex in the building diagonal to yours, and apparently, they couldn’t have been bothered to purchase curtains for their gigantic windows, not that you would urge them to for how hot they looked. You just watched them with your lips slightly parted, and Hyunjin took a step closer to you.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, shut up,” you hit his hand and immediately found yourself in his arms.

“Find a way to shut me up, then.”

What better way to shut this gorgeous man up than kissing his perfect lips… He walked you towards the sunbed behind you with his mouth still latched to yours and laid you down. The cold of the leathery mattress against your back made you shudder. You felt his hand getting rid of your underwear and watched him descend between your legs while placing kisses all over your thighs.

“Ah, fuck…”

Hyunjin’s ridiculous beauty and impeccable technique aside, it was his sheer need and enthusiasm that made getting eaten out such an extraordinarily sensual experience. Every. Single. Time. His little content hums on your folds with intense teasing of your clit. His warm breath on you. The way he moaned against you when you pulled on his sunray hair. The wetness of his mouth mixed with yours dripping down his chin as he licked more. And more. And more. 

“Just like that. Fuck, that’s perfect.”

He intertwined his fingers with yours when your words came out as a half-moan like that. It was always when he held your hands your arousal went through the roof. Hyunjin kept kissing your pussy in between his licks just the way you liked it.

“Don’t stop, baby. Faster. Faster.”

“Then pull harder.”

“Yes. Ah, yes. Hyunj– FUCK!”

He buried his face deeper into your dripping cunt as you were cumming, which he immediately followed with a kiss. His kisses always tasted better when they were laced with your own taste.

“Let’s go back to our bed,” Hyunjin helped you get up.

“Why not here?” you tugged at the collar of his shirt.

It was usually him that wasn’t aware of the concept of patience, so your suggestion took him by surprise.

“You want it here?” he placed those sweet kisses of his on your naked shoulders.

“Told you, I’m always in the mood for you.”

You swiftly pulled the skirt of your dress up all the way to your chest to flash your tattoo to him. Why of course he would immediately lose his shit right then and there. 

“Now you’ve fucking done it. Bend over.”

You held onto the iron rails as Hyunjin dropped his pants at record speed and slid right in for how wet you still were.

“God, I missed this,” he loudly groaned as he settled into you.

“We fucked just yesterday, prince.”

“I don’t fucking care. I miss you even right now.”

Delicious. The way he rubbed against your still-thick walls was simply delicious. Stretching you open was so satisfying in itself, but fucking you hard right after you came was always much better for Hyunjin. It was just mind-numbingly hot to think he made you like this, perfectly ready for him to take you however the fuck he pleased.

“Fucking love it when you’re purring for me like that,” he hissed while sinking his fingertips into the soft flesh of your hips, “Arch it, beautiful. I’ll hit that so good.”

Hyunjin’s otherwordly sexiness and immaculate body control aside, it was his manner of speaking that made you lose your fucking mind. Every. Single. Time. The way he uttered his words was already dripping with eroticism even if he said the banalest things, so when absolute filth started spilling from his lips every time he was overcome with arousal, it sent shockwaves throughout your body. In return, the way you were reacting to him transformed his whole entire personality, and he turned into this animalistically raw being that had a tunnel vision for pleasure.

“God, yes. Milk it out of me. Harder. Harder!”

Once you squeezed him inside you with as much pressure as you could muster, you felt the satisfying spurts of his cum spraying all over your walls along with his throaty moans. This was the only downside of having sex outside; he had to hold off on asking you to cockwarm him until he was hard again to fuck his cum deeper into you.

“Hold it inside,” Hyunjin urged you as he put your underwear back on, “I have plans for it downstairs.”

You inadvertently burst out laughing and threw your arms around his neck.

“You’re a sicko, prince.”

“And you love it, beautiful.”

“Yes, I do,” you emphatically uttered while looking deep into his eyes, “I love you so much.”

You melted into each other’s mouths for quite some time. Then Hyunjin picked up the champagne bottle and grabbed your hand to take you downstairs.

“Get in Future Ms. Hwang,” he landed a playful smack on your ass as you walked inside the room.

“Nuh uh, my guy. If anything, you’re taking my name.”

“That’s so fucking hot. Say it again,” he tackled you into the bed.

All those years ago, some man had fallen madly in love with a woman under the Florentine sky. To the extent that he depicted her as the angel guiding him through heaven in a story that would be talked about for centuries to come. 

That very night, under the same Florentine sky, you and Hyunjin fell madly in love with each other all over again. Your love was not that legendary maybe; maybe he didn’t guide you through the underworld, but you did have to go through hell to be able to reach heaven. And in your not-so-humble opinion, that still counted as a story worth telling.

The story of the first day of the rest of your life.

With the other half of your crimson-smeared soul.

Your prince.

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p&p | jjk masterlist

⛓️paired & pierced⛓️reader's pov✨smut✨

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader(f)

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: When your professor assigns a collaborative midterm project, you’re paired up with Jeon Jungkook, the quiet grumpy smartass who keeps to himself and doesn’t fuck with popular kids like you. If you can win him over, he might give you a taste of the tatted and pierced body he’s carefully tucked away beneath those oversized hoodies.

⛓️word count: 5.3k

⛓️warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected rough sex, daddy kink, good girl kink, she’s tight, he’s big, fingering, mutual masturbation, begging, edging, orgasm denial, cumshot, dick tattoo, not the soft jjk i usually write

⛓️paired & puppy-eyed⛓️jjk's pov

⛓️summary: When Jeon Jungkook agrees to be your partner for a class project, he doesn’t realize what that might escalate to until you show up at his door in a teeny-tiny crop top and cling to his tattooed arm like his naughty little kitten.

⛓️word count: 4.6k

⛓️warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, dirty talk, reader calls herself a sl*t one time, dick tattoo, many rounds of sex off screen😔

⛓️pastries & promises⛓️reader's pov

⛓️summary: After hooking up with the hot nerdy boy in your coding class over the weekend, you’ll use any excuse to keep his hands on your body all week long.

⛓️word count: 3k

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, mention of getting wasted at parties, one instance of slut-shaming, oc makes an ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol, no explicit smut in this drabble

if you guys have any specific things you want to see from the p&p couple, feel free to lmk and i might write a drabble for it if i have time!✨ here's a list of ideas for future drabbles✏️ also adding the teaser link here bc the amount of notes is memeable✨

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