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Love Type: Eros (Physical Love)

18+ content.

"It has been such a long, stressful day," you thought while taking off your shoes and entering your home that you share with your boyfriend of 3 years.

Your boyfriend is a professional gamer who has quite the following on the internet so he is stuck behind his computer most of the time. You never quite mind it as it gives you some time to recharge after dealing with people all day and you being introverted.

After talking to your co-worker at lunch, you realized that your relationship was based on physical activities mostly. Your co-worker stating that she has sex with her boyfriend twice a week if lucky and you and yours have sex almost everyday.

Your boyfriend has a very high libido and so do you, and it has never been a problem until you spoke to your co-worker and realized that that should be addressed with your boyfriend.

"Jungkook," you addressed him, seeing that his eyes are fixated on the computer and his hands moving busily. "I'm home," you tried again until you experienced an aha moment seeing his gaming headset on.

You walked to the back of him and pressed your hands on his shoulders, rubbing it around, almost massaging him. He looked up quickly before relaxing when he saw you.

"Welcome home babe," he muttered, eyes never leaving the game. "This game should finish in a few and I ordered dinner that should be here any minute now."

The doorbell rang as soon as he finished his sentence so you took some money and collected the food. Jungkook arrived at the table that you set the food on in less than 5 minutes. You two updated each other on your day while eating.

After eating and clearing up the table, Jungkook laid on the bed while you undressed to go take a shower. Jungkook peeped over his phone, seeing your nude form as you looked for your towel, feeling a tent forming in his sweatpants.

"Can I join you princess?" Jungkook said before sitting up on the bed.

"You just want to fuck me," you sighed before heading to the bathroom.

"I'll keep my hands to myself if you want. I just want to be with you princess." Jungkook followed behind you with his towel in his hand as well.

You showered in silence for the most part, trying your best to ignore Jungkook who kept not so subtly poking you with his cock on your back. You gave in eventually and started stroking him.

"Fuck, finally. I thought I was going to die here babe," he groaned and grabbed you from behind before turning you around to face him.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics before muttering to yourself.

"What was that?" Jungkook asked, making eye contact with you.

"Do you think we have too much sex?" You continued stroking him while breaking the eye contact, feeling silly to ask such a question. But it was bothering you and you believed that Jungkook would understand when he heard the whole story.

"Is there such a thing as too much sex?" Jungkook chuckled before realizing you were serious. "Where did you get that idea baby?"

You explained the talk you had today with your co-worker to him with a furrowed brow, while ironically still stroking him with your hand.

Jungkook picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before inserting himself in you.

"So you think, that I put this cock in you too often? Don't you love having this cock in your cunt?" He mumbled in your ear before biting it slightly.

You couldn’t respond as you were in too much pleasure. Sex with Jungkook always had you feeling like a senseless girl with no intelligent thoughts.

Jungkook kept smacking his body into yours before making you both cum and putting you to stand on the floor. Your legs wobbled and you felt his cum sliding out your pussy while trying to stand without falling. He eventually washed you both up before drying and changing you both.

Only when lying on the bed together you began talking. "I want us to take a break from sex."

"You were really serious about us having too much sex?" He looked at you with a confused face.

"I did some research after my talk with my co-worker and the average couple does it 2-3 times a week, we do it everyday, sometimes even multiple times a day Kook." You muttered.

"You really think you can last a week without me over here?" He touched between your legs.

"I want us to at least try." You replied firmly.

He hummed in response before turning you around to cuddle you from behind. You two fell asleep like that.

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You woke up the next morning because of a poke between your thighs. Today was Sunday which means today is the only day per week that you and Jungkook are both off from work. Usually Sundays were when you would be lazy in bed together and just be physically together. You would kiss, make out and have sex only taking breaks to eat and complete some chores in the afternoon.

You heard a moan in your ear before you felt hands trying to pull your panties to the side.

"Baby no," you mumbled trying to push away from him.

He grabbed you tighter and tried to position himself to slide in between your legs.

You slapped his chest which made him jerk forward and enter you.

"Shit sorry. Do you want to stop?" He said while grinding slowly inside your heat.

"Just this once and then we wouldn't for a week." You muttered.

He moaned and grabbed your hips and began thrusting in and out of you, trying to make it last for a week. But Jungkook knows he wouldn’t be able to last a week without having you like this.

Jungkook was a physical lover. He loved kissing you as much as he can. He loved feeling you and touching you and making love to you. It makes him feel close and connected to you. But he didn’t want you to feel as though he only wanted you for your body, so he decided he would try to oblige with your wishes.

After your eventful morning, you both decided to go for a walk at the park near your home. You figured if you were in public then nothing physical would happen between you two. And you were correct. Other than hand holding and some pecks on your face and lips, there was no suggestive moves made by either of you.

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The next morning you ignored Jungkook's morning wood and left to work without your usual quickie. You snapped at everyone who you thought deserved it and overall just had such a shitty day. When you arrived home, you dropped the take out you picked up on the way home on Jungkook's desk and headed to the bathroom where you showered and went straight to sleep without waiting for Jungkook to join you.

You continued like that for the next 3 days barely speaking to Jungkook with the logic that if you are not around him you won't feel to hump him.

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It was only Friday that you properly held a conversation with Jungkook after ignoring him for the past 4 days. He called you to inform you his gaming friends were having a get together at a club nearby and wanted you and him to join since the guys were bringing their girlfriends as well.

After arriving home, you took a quick shower and got changed, while doing your hair and makeup as quickly as you can since you left work later than usual and you need to arrive at the club to meet Jungkook in 30 minutes. You told him to leave before you since you were going to be late. Luckily the club is only 5 minutes away from your home so you were able to make it in time.

You walked into the club and immediately spotted your boyfriend and his friends. You felt stares on your body as you walked as quickly as you can towards them. You knew you looked good. Great even. It was a club, you had an excuse to dress up so you ended up going all out. You wore a fitted, red, satin dress that hugged your body that stopped midthigh. The straps of the dress were extremely thin and barely held the dress up if you were being honest. But you looked and felt hot so you were grateful for the night to let loose a little.

Jungkook spotted you and his eyes widened. He wanted to stand up and meet you halfway but the problem in his pants told him to sit his ass down unless he wanted to face embarrassment from his friends.

You finally arrived at their table and realized that some of them were already a bit tipsy.

"Hey everyone, sorry for being late but I had so much to do at work and I wanted to complete it since my boss said I can get tomorrow off if I do." You explained before sitting next to Jungkook.

"Its alright, you were only late by 2 hours," Jungkook's oldest friend said sarcastically before smiling to let you know he was joking.

You all continued drinking and having fun until one of the girlfriends suggested that you should play Truth or Dare. After a few turns it was finally your turn.

"So Y/N T or D?" One of them asked.

"Truth," You replied knowing that you weren't as drunk as them to complete the dares they were bringing up.

"When was the last time you and Kook did the dirty?" he jokingly asked.

"Sunday," you responded before trying to get the attention off you.

"WHAT!! Kookie do you have problems getting it up? Why are you not taking care of your girl? I take care of my girl at least once per day. Happy wife happy life understood?" He kissed his girlfriend after saying that while she blushed.

You couldn’t help yourself from asking. "Is it normal to have sex everyday?"

They all nodded and you felt like such a fool.

"Your sex drives should be discussed between you and your partner. But its so hard to believe that Kook here isn't having much sex. He always tells us that he is a physical lover and that he shows love through physical affection."

You felt like such a fool trying to be like everyone else even though you didn’t have to. You whispered in Jungkook's ear that you would like to dance. You excused yourselves before heading to the dancefloor.

You spun around and grinded your butt onto his front. You grabbed his hands and pulled them onto your breasts. You didn’t care who saw you behaving like a whore because you became one whenever you got turned on by this man.

This sexy man with this big body. And his tattoos fuck. He always treated you like nothing less of a princess. Why would you even try to resist him when you could have him between your legs every night? You came to the conclusion that you are a dumb bitch before turning around and wrapping one leg on his hip. Jungkook felt your dress hiking up and not wanting to give anyone a show of HIS girl, grabbed your other leg and lifted you in his arms while your center straddled his stomach. He could feel your warmth and wetness on his shirt and realized you didn’t have on panties.

"Baby lets leave," he whispered in your ear and slid you down his body, ensuring your cunt dragged on the tent in his pants, wetting it in the process.

He quickly said his goodbyes to his friends before walking out the club with you, hands on your ass the entire time.

On the ride home, he kept his hand between your legs, more specifically, his fingers in your cunt while he muttered dirty things that he wanted to do to you under his breath.

When you arrived home, he parked the car in the interior garage before pulling his fingers out of you. He sucked his fingers in his mouth, keeping eye contact with you before opening his door and walking out. You slowly took your seatbelt off, confused by his actions before the door opened on your side and you stared at each other. and you saw a dark eyed Jungkook eyeing your barely covered body. He observed your hiked up dress that showed the wetness between your thighs, your exposed nipples.

Jungkook started at you and how you looked so sexy and fucked out before he barely started with you. The way your dress hiked up and showed the way your pussy was soaked under your dress, the way the straps of your dress pulled down and showed your nipples. Jungkook was so in love with you. He didn't think he could ever feel like this towards another.

"Kook," you muttered his name breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Take your dress off," Jungkook commanded while keeping eye contact with you.

"Let's go upstairs first and then we-" you started.

"Take it off now. I waited so long to be inside you and I don't think I could wait anymore." He said while unbuckling his pants.

You slid your dress off before coming out of the car. Jungkook went to close the door before you stopped him. You bent over the passenger seat with your ass sticking out the car. Jungkook fell to his knees and collected a glob of spit in his mouth before spitting on your pussy. He positioned his cock and slid in as deep as he can go in you.

His hips stuck to your bottom and his cold belt buckle touched your ass making you jump.

He held onto your hips before he started slamming into you repeatedly and moaning out loud with his head thrown back.

"Fuck I missed this pussy so much. Did this pussy miss my cock? Huh?" He growled behind you, his hands squeezing your hips so hard it was beginning to hurt.

"Kook you're hurting me," you whined before he pulled out of you and stood stroking his cock.

"Get the fuck up," he said and walked towards inside the house and waited by the door.

You scrambled behind him, closing the door and picking up your dress to cover yourself.

"Leave that there," he nodded to your dress.

You dropped the dress to the ground and stood next to him at the door.

He silently opened the door and allowed you to enter first. You walked in quickly before you felt him grab you, turn you around and lift you over his shoulder.

You squealed in excitement and giggled and smacked his toned butt.

He laughed and said, "I missed you baby."

You felt tears build in your eyes. This really was your way of showing love to each other. You kissed and held each other. You took care of each other. You did everything for each other. And you were physically compatible with both of you having high sex drives. So what if the world was having sex 2-3 times a week? Kook was your world and you did it every day and that worked for you.

That night you made up for lost time, having endless orgasms and just expressing your love for each other.

The end.

SOMEONE SEND ME SOME FIC IDEAS PLEASE!! IM WRITING FOR

- CHAPPELL ROAN !!

- HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE

- THE JACKASS CREW !!

- PJO CAST/CHARACTERS !!

- STRANGER THINGS !!

- TWD !!

and maybe k-pop idols 😖 IDK THO

and i’m open to more!

THIS WAS SO GOOD AND FLUFFY AND MY HEART AAAA

summary: in which jungkook’s tattoos cure your winter blues and you paint his life with colors.

> fluff / wc: 2.3k

> warnings: brief mention of mother gothel being an abusive gaslighter lol you’ll seeeee, one (1) nipple pinch

note: reblogged this post with the tattoos mentioned in the drabble so you can check those out for better visualization if you want !! :D

my first post of year being about jungkook’s tattoos only feels right. hehe feedback is always appreciated <3

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you breathe out another sigh as your peripheral vision catches the view of snow falling from the heavens yet again. you’re lying on the floor with a pillow and a blanket, only a few feet away from the glass door dividing the balcony and the living room.

“a penny for your thoughts?”

you tilt your head to peek through the book you’re reading. “what?”

“you’ve been sighing and pouting.” jungkook points out from the couch, dedicated to the task of folding the fresh laundry. two stacks of clothes, separated by yours and his, are sitting on his right, while the laundry basket is on his left.

“. . . and your octopus is mad.” referring to that famous reversible octopus plushie you bought for fun many months ago. it’s sitting behind your pillow, color blue and stitched with a displeased expression.

you lay down the book over your chest before sighing deeply. “i feel sad. i miss summer.”

your confession makes him quirk a curious eyebrow. “you miss summer? but you hate summer.”

unsure about how to explain yourself, you stick with silence, eyeing him intently with a frown you don’t even realize you’re making.

“what’s that look for?” he chuckles nervously while clutching a pair of your pajama shorts to his chest.

“you’re wearing a sweater.”

as if on cue, he looks down at the cream-colored sweater embracing his torso. “and? you got this for me.”

“it’s the reason i’m missing summer!” you sit up abruptly, the book stumbling over your lap before it finally lands on the floor. and before you can rethink the words you’ve been whining non-stop inside your head, they break free from the restraints on your tongue. “i miss seeing your tattoos.”

an amused grin paints his face. he throws his head back with his eyes closed and nose scrunched, laughing with no sound as he processes your revelation.

“that’s what this is about?”

“. . . yes.” you answer hesitantly, realizing how you just dug yourself a grave and pushed yourself in it.

he tuts as he tucks his long hair behind his ears, crossing his legs and stretching his tattooed arm on top of the couch’s backrest. you catch the tail of his snake tattoo peeking out of the sweater’s sleeve.

what an evil, sexy, sexy man.

“it’s your fault. you won’t let me turn up the heating so i’m always cold.”

“i woke up sweating yesterday when you turned it up again. this is a house, not a sauna.”

“and you make it too cold!” he interjects with a laugh. “want to meet halfway?”

it seems that the deal he just offered is the only possible solution to your winter blues. the holidays have come and gone. the decorations and lights are already being taken down, and you can’t stand to live a colorless life.

you act defeated, feigning your eagerness, but he doesn’t miss the small smile forming on your face. “fiiine.”

“okay!” he enthusiastically responds with that satisfied grin he makes when he gets his way.

he doesn’t waste any time. he instantly goes to adjust the temperature inside the house, going exactly between the numbers you stubbornly punch in behind each other’s backs. forced to come out of your little cocoon, you rip away the blanket from your body and toss it aside.

“i’ll get rid of the sweater now.” he clicks his tongue and sends a teasing wink your way as he walks to your shared bedroom.

you groan, burying your flustered face in the palm of your hands to hide. “i hate you sometimes.”

his melodic laughter echoes in the hallway.

—

jungkook enters the walk-in closet to replace the sweater with a classic white sleeveless shirt. on sunny days, he often wears this or go shirtless in your home. you’ve been especially happy with that since summer last year— after he got his faded tattoos colored, redesigned, and covered up.

of course, you’ve always shown plenty admiration to his first tattoos and the many more that came after them. he gradually filled up the space on his right arm with the ink and formed a tattoo sleeve. however, his new and improved tattoos seem to bring you a special kind of joy he must admit he doesn’t fully understand.

he’s been planning to get his arm fixed since he noticed the tattoos starting to fade, but he struggled to find the time to finalize his design ideas and get the job done. the truth is you were the one who inspired him to quit overthinking every little detail, and to finally carry on with his long overdue plans.

it all started with his birth flower.

—

“all those days watching from the windows, all those years outside looking in~” you sung along softly to tangled’s most beloved song.

jungkook diverted his attention from the television to observe you, unconsciously smiling to himself as he did so. your legs were draped over his lap, and your back was hunched forward as you entertained yourself with coloring his tiger lily tattoo as if it was a page on a coloring book.

it was seven minutes past midnight, and you like the room as dark as possible when you do movie date nights. that’s why you were practically using the lanterns during rapunzel and flynn rider’s ‘i see the light’ as your own lights of guidance as well.

when you paused the movie just before the song started, he thought you were just going to use the bathroom. but you quickly came back with the box of temporary tattoo markers he forgot that even existed. he bought it years ago and used the black marker to figure out the placements of his hand tattoos because he was scared that he’d end up not liking how they looked together. honestly, he doesn’t even remember packing it when he moved in with you. were you the one who saved it from the discard pile?

and as you held his arm close to you, you innocently asked him. “may i?”

“do whatever you want, baby.” he gave permission not only because your bewitching eyes were sparkling, but also because he knew how you find joy in doing little things like this.

you were most probably inspired by the sundrop flower mother gothel stole, he thought as he watched you bring his birth flower to life. you colored the anthers dark brown, and you were already halfway done with the orange petals.

he noticed that you kept on trying to move your head closer to his arm so you could see the details of his tattoo better, which caused your glasses to often slide down your nose bridge, so he took it upon himself to hang it suspended in the air to make things easier for you.

that was until you slapped his wrist lightly. “put it down. your arm will get sore.”

and he dropped it back down.

“thanks, baby boy.”

the pet name made him blush profusely, the rose tint that adorned the apple of his cheeks concealed by the light from the television screen reflecting on his face. its effect on him, never changing, because you only utter it occasionally and it catches him off guard every damn time.

when she successfully brought rapunzel back to the tower, you brought up how mother gothel is one of scariest disney villains for her realistic portrayal of an abusive gaslighter posing as a loving mother. jungkook didn’t even realize that you were still watching the movie. and then you obstructed his vision with the box of markers to briefly steal his attention away from the screen.

“pick two colors.”

“hmm, red and blue.”

“i’m doing this one next.” you pointed at the ‘WINNERS NEVER QUIT’ tattoo above the crease of his forearm. “should i use the colors interchangeably or like make a gradient?”

“gradient.” he responded, yawning sleepily right after.

“i sound like a real artist, don’t i?” you asked with a toothy grin.

“you are one. this looks pretty, love.” he talked about the tiger lily, stretching his forearm towards the television to shine light over it. “when did you get a glitter pen?”

you waved the gold glitter pen with a giggle. you used it to make the flower look like it was radiating magical star dust. “i brought it with the markers.”

and that’s when he decided to finally contact the tattoo artist he’s been meaning to meet up with since the year prior. you made him see the element of art that his tattoos dangerously lacked. colors.

if there was anyone on earth who would be able to open his eyes to that, it only made sense that it would be you.

—

“you finished showering?” you peeked into the walk-in closet, excitedly skipping your way to jungkook. he was standing infront of his underwear cabinet, fresh from the shower and only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

he chuckled straight away when he noticed you holding the tube of ointment. “wait. let me put on my boxers first.”

“okaaay.”

you eagerly waited for him on the bench from the other side of the small room. he swiftly slid on a pair of black boxers and sat next to you, offering his arm for your therapeutic indulgence. ever since jungkook started getting his cover-ups done, you already made it part of your routine to apply the prescribed ointment on his healing tattoos throughout the day.

some people meditate, some people solve puzzles. you? you sit down and take your sweet time admiring the glorious pieces of art inked on your boyfriend’s skin.

“they’re so itchy. i want to scratch.” he spoke through gritted teeth as you applied a thin layer of the ointment on top of the tattoos on the outside of his forearm.

“i’m practically scratching them, you know?”

you cautiously swiped your fingers across his ‘RATHER BE DEAD THAN COOL’ and ‘MAKE HAY WHILE THE SUN SHINES’ tattoos, connected by the letter T like they were the answers to a crossword puzzle. they were enhanced by giving them colored shadows: the former’s is red, and the latter blue. and because the letter T completes both tattoos, they mixed the two colors and gave it a purple shadow. oh god, it scratches your brain just right every time you see them. you love yourself some color theory.

the ones on the inside are almost completely healed, you’ve been through the itchiness and peeling off phase with them already. it never gets easier no matter how many times he has experienced it, always complaining about the itchy phase being worse than the pain of getting poked with the needles.

“no, you’re not. you’re so gentle that i feel like i’m being tickled. it makes it worse.” he cried out in frustration, head falling on your shoulder as he fought the excruciating urge to scratch his skin.

“so you want me to be rough and infect you?”

“. . . no.” his awkward voice came out muffled against your neck. “it actually makes me feel nice. like, inside my heart. thank you.”

—

“are you happy now, baby?”

jungkook’s mellifluous voice steals your focus from the purple sweater you’re folding over the table. he towers over you with his naked muscular arms crossed infront of his chest— the ravishing view you’ve dearly missed makes your lips slowly curve into a shy smile.

gone is the melancholia that visibly weighed you down, replaced by an aura he can only describe as the sunrise, but even the sunrise would hang its head in shame if challenged by your beauty and grace.

dear god, he wants to spend the rest of his waking days making you happy and learning what it means to be alive from the look on your face.

“very much.” you loop your hands around his forearms, and with a playful roll of his eyes, he lets you pull his weight down to the couch.

“you folded the rest of the clothes? how are you so fast?”

you reward his tattooed shoulder with lingering kisses before caging his face in your hands to give his lips a rather chaste one.

“i did. that’s the last one.” you pout at the direction of the sweater.

being your boyfriend’s diligent self, he scoots forward to fold it, excited to tick off the task of folding laundry from his to-do list. you seize this opportunity to trace the blue ‘BulletProof’ under his elbow, still finding the font super cool despite seeing it almost (fuck winter) everyday. knowing this all too well, jungkook smiles at the feeling of your delicate fingers caressing his skin. it’s almost as if you’re scared you could possibly erase the ink needled under it.

after carrying each of your own pile of folded clothes to the closet, jungkook voices out the idea that popped in his mind when he was changing his top. “let’s watch rapunzel. i’m in the mood for a disney movie today.”

you fail to bottle up a giggle, finding his little mistake so heartwarmingly endearing. “sure. but babe, the movie is called tangled.”

his doe eyes widen comically as if he was struck by headlights in the middle of the night. “that’s what i said!”

you lightly pinch his nipple. “you liar!”

“. . . was that supposed to be a punishment?”

you blink. “yes.”

his mischievous smile tells you everything that you need to know. “i said tangled the first time! cross my heart!”

“not gonna work anymore.” you stick your tongue out playfully, picking up the octopus plushie beside you and turning it inside out to reveal its yellow smiling face.

it’s his turn to sigh dramatically today.

as he starts typing ‘tangled’ on the television using the remote control, he mumbles to himself. “it was a nice try.”

—

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Ok but like the angst-

The fluff-

Jungkook-

I cant-

The absolute BESTEST angst i have read like ever, srsly jk made me soooo mad and then i melted and i LOVED how she didnt just immediately get back together and the fact that he cooked for her waking early everyday during the break, my heart cant-

Honestly loved Sora's character too and yoongi and oh my god miso-

And the drabbles made me fucking melt 🥺🥺🥺

This whole thing was like 🤌🤌

Ok cool im done i swear, also exvuse the gramatic and other errors ols my keyboard is like fucked rn

4-7-8; series masterlist

pairing: jungkook x reader

glimpse: you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you.

alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

warnings: semi-heavy angst (pls take a break when necessary!!), emotional constipation, no cheating happens here btw (neither physical nor emotional), self-loathing, miscommunication, based on the moral dilemma of whether or not it’s okay to be friends with ur ex, intense yearning + specified tags in each installment!

notes: thank you so much for all the love for 478 ♡ i rlly love reading all your feedback and thoughts!! send them in here :)

cross-posted on ao3.

01: part one 

02: intermission

03: part two

04: intermission 02

05: part three; finale

phase one drabbles:

the first meeting

the wedding band habit

miso meets yoongi

the hickeys

the jealousy

tiny bowls for tiny babies

the one with the doubt

maybe physical affection isn’t so bad

the everyday risk

the groveling

phase two drabbles:

the babymaking

jungkook’s birthday

couvade syndrome

the argument (latest!)

📼 Kissing Jungkook

(Why does he looks so much like jungkook tho..?)

Pretty sure this is how Jungkook would kiss you.

Mutual help with Jungkook during the worldcup in dubaï.

“Come on, few kisses will not ruin our friendship”

3 PABOS - Maknae line ff in YouTube @fictional07world

[ Jungkook & Domestic AU ] -

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes

Masterlist

Jungkook likes to slide into the kitchen when your apartment floors are freshly cleaned. Perhaps, you ought to ask him to stop because he’s crashed into the countertop more times than you can possibly count, but he laughs as he picks himself up and the moment passes. He moves to your side before you can say anything and the warmth of his hands finding purchase on your waist pushes the matter from thought. When you next open the kitchen cupboard, the saucepans will fall out as they have a hundred times before after a collision with Jungkook’s shoulder, but it is worth it to see him smile. 

Beyond falling saucepans, being with Jungkook is a passive acceptance that your laundry will remain white until he is responsible for loading the washing machine. It is a silent understanding that unless you hide the pieces of clothing, his red sweatshirts will stray into the wash and turn everything slightly pink. When you hold up what was once a cotton-coloured blouse to show him, he cringes and offers to replace it, all whilst acting mildly surprised about the mishap. If you insist that it is okay, pink is fine, he laughs all the way to his eyes and repeats that pink is fine. Part of him wonders how he had managed to find someone sweet enough to shrug on the shirts stained the shade of rosewater without complaint.

Sometimes he can’t quite believe that it is the same person who welcomed the not-so-little puppy he’d unexpectedly brought home all that time ago into your little family of two. Exercising Bam, now he is less too-long limbs and clumsiness, takes one of two forms – an early morning walk along the Han River, a half-asleep Jungkook trailing somewhere behind, or a late evening stroll along the streets after a busy day at work. Jungkook is insistent on helping you into your jacket, zipping it all the way up to your chin and for a moment, he keeps a hold of the zipper so he can place a soft kiss on your mouth. Sometimes, he pretends to forget and starts to move away, only to suddenly return to kiss away your pout. With one hand he loosely holds Bam, the other firmly grips your own as you slowly wander along the street. He tucks you into the inside of the pavement, safely away from the passing traffic. When you have nowhere to be, the walk does not end until Bam seems to grow tired, you and Jungkook are either too caught up in conversation to realise the time, or enjoying the soft sounds of a city beginning to settle for the night. 

On the days it is raining so heavily that even Bam shies away from walking outside, Jungkook turns the television on and pulls you to the sofa. He lies down and holds your waist and mindlessly flicks through the channels as if the warmth, partnered with the sound of the rain against the apartment windows isn’t going to lull him to sleep in a matter of minutes. He likes to tuck his nose into the crook of your neck and push the outside world away for a little while.

When you’re working late, Jungkook busies himself with a game on his computer. If he doesn’t hear your apartment door, you try to approach him gently – a hand on his shoulder and even after all this time he always seems to get a fright. A single glance and Jungkook knows exactly the sort of day you’ve had – sometimes, he laughs and whirls you away into the kitchen to find you a glass of wine. Otherwise, he shifts slightly in his chair as a silent invitation for you to join him, the exhaustion in your expression telling him that you’re content with moulding into his body and listening to the little sounds escaping from his headphones. After a while, when the slow lift of your chest is evidence enough that you're asleep, he’ll find his phone and order your favourite takeaway, knowing the moment he moves and you’re nudged awake, you’ll be hungry. 

The weekends are for waking up late and a mutual agreement to stay beneath the bedsheets for as long as possible. The comforter is soft and off-white, maybe even slightly pink if you squint, and Jungkook seems to lose you beneath it. With desperate hands, because you suddenly seem so far away, he reaches out for you. He is faintly aware of Bam dozing on your side and he knows that he ought to tell him to move to his own bed, but you’re suddenly cuddling into his chest and it slips from thought. 

read it, bless your eyes.

before we shatter — jjk [one]

genre : established relationship, idol!jungkook

word count : 6k

summary : dating an idol is fun, they said. having a family with one is fun, they said. Until you're falling face forward because of your reality. A reality where Jungkook dreams of a future and a reality where your own future is collapsed.

chapter warnings : nsfw, strong language, mature content, fluff, so much angst, smut, talks of infertility, clit sucking, fingering, Jungkook worships her, dirty talk, doggy style, reader is in so much pain i love her sm, fall vibes <33, gift giving as a love language, pussy slapping with his d, big dick energy, jungkook is desperate. that's about it please mention if i missed anything.

a/n : based on this ask so thank you anon for coming forward and giving me a chance to write this. i also wanna mention that im no doctor so please forgive me if i didn't do the topic of infertility justice. please enjoy and im v v grateful for you. you're so loved.

When you were a child, barely five, an orange butterfly came flying outside your front door. Your mom told you about it since she saw it first causing your entire face to instantly light up like the fourth of july.

An inexplicable joy filled your whole body making your day ten times better, not that you were having a bad one. A five year old can’t have a bad day whatsoever.

After you were done chasing it around, secretly hoping that it would land on your nose just the way they show on television, you had to let it go and head back inside. 

Oddly enough the next morning you saw it again, this time it was not flapping its wings like it had last night, instead it was sitting on the window beside the door. Quiet and still. 

You, ever so curious, had to ask your mom about it. “It might find comfort there,” she said. 

Up until you met your boyfriend you had spent the majority of your time wondering where your comfort place is, what is that one place where you can just be yourself and not pretend to be some stoic woman. A place which lets you cry whenever you want but also replaces those tears with wide smiles and loud giggles. 

Turns out, it’s your boyfriend’s arms. 

It’s true. Jungkook with his kind, sparkly bambi eyes and bunny smile stole your damn heart a few years ago and is not willing to give it back. Although you can’t complain, in a world where people can’t seem to find the one for themselves, the angels up there granted you a guy every inch a gentleman. Safe to say it’s not one like one of those titular relationships you've come across. 

He’s your solace, a roof where you can safely just about exist. 

He heals you.

Dating an Idol comes with several perks, the biggest one of those being dealing with the huge amount of selective criticism. You feel hurt, of course, but when you’re with Jungkook, they are nothing but words behind a pixel. A pain that only lasts momentarily. 

This pain though, is not as mundane. This one is making your stomach twist in apprehension. You’ve lost the count of how many deep breaths you’ve taken.

“I’m afraid this is a case of infertility miss _____” the doctor says, earning your attention.

You’re not able to form a word, however that does nothing to stop your subconscious mind from screaming, I knew it.

Being stupid enough to think you were well prepared to hear her say this, you mustered up the courage to enter the four walled white space which, at that time, didn’t feel as narrow as it does now. It’s almost as if it’s closing up on you.

Only after you sat before the woman in white coat and bad news, did you realize how gut wrenching this actually feels.

You face her with a weak smile, one that doesn’t actually reach your eyes, “Are- are you sure you’re not mistaken?” 

Dr. Ana leans forward, resting her forearms on the table. The move itself tells you more than you need to. “Miss _____, I know it’ll be hard for you to come to terms with this but I suggest you try. I would also like to tell you, and I hope I’m not overstepping, but you can always go with adoption.” 

Doesn’t she understand that you’re defected now? Doesn’t she understand that the little dream that you had of creating a small family with your boyfriend went down the drain the moment she let those cursed words out of her mouth? You can always adopt but what about the little dream that you had? Are you supposed to totally forget about that? Are you supposed to let it go? 

Your throat feels awfully dry and you gulp. “Thank you uh, can I ask you for a favor?” 

“Anything” “If you happen to cross paths with Jungkook, please don’t mention anything about this to him.” 

Dr. Ana flashes you a kind smile, “Of course not ____. It’s your personal matter. I wouldn’t dare.” 

“Thanks a lot.” 

With one last nod you excuse yourself from her office. Your phone buzzes inside your pocket and you take it out, seeing Jungkook’s number stare up at you. 

“Hey” 

“Hey, my love. Are you busy?” His voice nearly brings tears to your eyes. It also brings up a question. Will he act the same towards you after you tell him where you are and what you just heard? Will his voice be filled with the same amount of excitement and affection for you? 

“No, honey. I’m actually at my sister’s place. She was craving some alone time with her husband and asked me to babysit Coco”

You can visualise him awing already. Jungkook has grown attached to your sister’s daughter a little too much. His bond with Coco is just so bright it makes you wonder if they happened to be an actual father and daughter duo in the past life. They’re both full of beans and it’s a delight to see them both together. 

He chimes, “Ah my little Coco bean. Is she near? Let me hear my angel.” 

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you try to come up with any transitory excuse that doesn’t make you run for the hills. “She’s sleeping right now. Made me work for it but I managed to settle her down” 

Jungkook moans from the other side of the line and you mentally curse yourself. Not only are you lying through your teeth but also using your innocent niece as a pawn. From the day you began dating Jungkook, you’ve not looked at any other man. For the first time now, you have this nagging feeling as though you’re cheating on him. 

“Well, alright next time then. When are you coming back home?” 

“As soon as they do. Do you miss me already?” I tease.

“Pfft me and miss you? Impossible” 

You gasp, the audacity of this boy. “How rude!!”

Your goofy boyfriend dares to chuckle, “I carry you with me everywhere I go, love. It’s hard to miss someone who’s this close to you every time of the day.” 

It doesn’t take you long to grasp what he is referring to. The heart shaped bracelet rests proudly on his wrists and the man had refused to take it off ever since you gifted it to him. A sense of longing already creeps up in your heart, twisting it until you run out of breath. 

Your chest expands as you fill it with much needed air, “Listen, honey I’ll give you a call soon yeah? I think Coco has woken up and I must go check if she needs something,” you fake a chuckle, “You know how she gets when she’s irritated” 

“Oh yes of course. Promise to give me a call soon?” 

This time the smile on your face is genuine, “I promise” 

“Give Coco a kiss for me. I love you.” 

“I love you.” 

There’s a heavy weight on your chest as soon as you hang up the call. Maybe it has always been there. So, for a couple of minutes you just stand there in the hallway of the hospital taking in the sterile smell and worrisome patients, praying that the highest power up there gives you one last chance so you could try and fix what’s been ruined.

The commotion around you does nothing to overtake the voices in your head and sadness fires through you as you feel like you’re burning your boats. Despite all of that, you pray for one last time, this time for again being strong enough to let go. 

Let go of your happiness.

Let go of your salvation.

Let go of your comfort.

Let go of Jungkook.

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You click the door shut behind you, hanging the coat on the rack. You’re not even done turning around when a muscular arm wraps around your abdomen and you’re pulled back against a taut chest. 

“I missed you” his voice is muffled against your jumper.

You run your palms over Jungkook’s forearm, stopping to interlace your fingers with his.The way his hands fit with yours is adorable to you as if they were made to do so. The bracelet on his wrist is cool against your skin and you smile. “You know what’s funny? This guy I talked to earlier said it’s impossible for him to miss me” 

He rests his chin on top of your shoulders, cheeks warm against yours. He has grown out a stubble which makes him look manlier for some reason and you can’t stop caressing it with your fingers whenever you cup his face.

“You’re talking to other guys?” If you hadn’t known Jungkook better than himself, you would have missed the pout of his lips when he said that. 

You turn your face and place a sloppy kiss on his cheekbones, “Only my favourite guy in the whole world.” 

He breaks out in a toothy grin and holds your gaze. “You’re my favourite girl too but I think you already know that.” 

You nod but the pang of guilt is still lingering in your heart. “Still love hearing it.” 

Jungkook releases you from his embrace and walks back, rounding the kitchen counter until he’s holding up a large bowl. “Ready for our fall ritual?” 

Jungkook and you have been using your mum’s recipe to bake chocolate chip cookies every fall and while you enjoy baking with him, the thing that you take the most pleasure from is his face when he munches on the first cookie.

It’s one of your favorite sights ever. It takes quite a bit of effort to bake them but hell if you wouldn’t do it all over again just to see him close his eyes and moan like it is the best thing since sliced bread. 

You join him behind the counter and look around. From the way the batter has already been prepared you suppose he’s been at it for a while. There are some chocochips in a small bowl across from you with some cranberries next to them because he knows you like them in your cookies. 

“You don’t ever forget about the cranberries, do you?” 

“Nope. They’re your favourite plus if you eat well, I can eat you well– ouch,” he jumps, “What was that for?” 

You offer him a glare which does nothing to stop the smile threatening to break out of your lips, “Behave” 

His face inches closer to yours, “Now honey don’t be acting like I didn’t give you the best orgasm this morning” 

Oh well, how can you forget about that? Ninety nine percent of the time you love waking up in his arms while he’s the big spoon but there’s that one percent where he wakes you up with his head between your legs, sometimes with his face under your shirt sucking on your nipples. Indissoluble passion within him. His ability to satisfy you with his mouth alone needs to be studied because god if you don’t crave more and more. 

You blink, once twice thrice, “You’re incorrigible” 

He lets out a cackle at your flustered face as you wonder when you will stop blushing like a fool around him. It’s been years and he still makes you feel like you’re wrapped up in a ball of jitters. Jungkook leans back and straightens up. He plucks the apron from the counter before coming up behind you. “Hold your hair up for me” He demands. 

You grab a fistful of your hair and lift them up as he settles it on your neck before tying the knot at your back. With one last kiss on the back of your neck he joins you. 

“How long has it been since you began making this?” 

“Not long ago. Thought I’d wait for you to come back home and then continue”

You watch him add the chocochips into the dough. His tattoos are barely visible behind the cozy sweater he’s wearing. At the risk of sounding like a hypocrite, Jungkook with his perfect physique and gorgeous face looks good in everything, more so naked, but nothing triggers your cuteness aggression more than him wearing a fluffy knitted sweater, believe it or not. One which you knitted at that.

He pulls your attention away pausing your little drooling session, “How’s Coco bean doing?” 

A sudden urge of getting close to him creeps up and you sneak between the counter and him, hugging him as you nuzzle your face in his chest. He smells like cinnamon. He places a gentle kiss on the crown of your head before resting his chin there. 

“You smell so good” 

“Thanks and she’s as chaotic as ever. Nailea bought the cutest pair of pyjamas for her,” you look up at him,  “She looked like a loaf of bread when they made her wear it.” 

“No way. Should we buy her another one of those?” he pulls back, barely able to hide the excitement on his face.

“You’re gonna spoil her” 

“Damn right I will and if you call this spoiling, wait till I get one of those made by me.” 

There it is. 

If Jungkook wasn’t so fond of children, would it have been easier for you to cope? You do realize that you’re a stone’s throw away from losing him for once and for all. In the old days you heard somewhere that it takes a strong man to save to save himself and a great man to save another.

You want to be that brave person who saves him from lifelong loathing and regret towards you. You’re not sure if you would be able to live knowing that you couldn’t give him that one happiness he deserved. 

One day when you’re old and wrinkled you want to look back and see him the same way but with a wife by his side, a child or two. This turning point in your life gives you two options, one where you can hang by a thread and bite your tongue while you continue with your life with him, another where you set him free. The latter one wins and you, however, lose. 

“Hey you went silent there. You okay?” He cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb grazing your cheekbones so gently you try not to cry. 

You nod and flash him a smile. Or at least you try to smile and detach yourself from him. “Perfect. Let’s get those cookies baking shall we?” 

Jungkook keeps looking at you with an expression which tells you he’s trying to search for something, but you try not to give anything away. Yet.

He gives you a look, his eyes sparkling under the low light in the room,

“Wait here for a second i’ll be right back” 

“Where are you goi-”

“Just a second. Don’t move” His voice trails off as he goes further into the bedroom. A minute later when he comes back, there’s nothing different about him except the sneaky smile on his face. He walks towards you and grabs you by the waist as he sits you on the counter. Your hands instantly clutch his shoulders for support. 

“What is happening, baby?” You mumble, clearly in a fog. 

He says nothing as he gets down on his knees. Taking a hold of your right leg, he places it on his thigh. You swallow.

He looks up, clashing his eyes with yours, “You ask too many questions, do you know that?” 

Seconds later he’s taking something out of his jogger pocket and a cool sensation brushes your skin. You peek down, curiosity finally killing the cat as you see a silver anklet adorned by a pink stone in the middle of it embraced around your ankles. 

His name is a whisper on your lips, “Jungkook”  

He gets up, facing you as he stands. But not before pecking the anklet as well as your skin. His face which earlier was eerie, now entirely soft. 

“Mom sent this for you.” 

You don’t hold back tears this time, letting them run free. You glance at the jewellery again as it shines under the light of the kitchen lamp. The pink stone glares at you as if it knows you’re not worthy of such a valuable item. 

“It’s beautiful”

He gently wipes the tears away,

“It’s just the beginning, love. I’m not gonna stop until I see a band wrapped around your finger. I feel too lonely being the only one there.” 

You playfully smack him on the chest, a giggle slipping free. With a tired shake of your head you admit, “This is overwhelming” 

“What is?” he asks,

“All of this,” you keep your gaze on him, sniffing as you continue,“Your little acts of service, your love, your presence and now this gift. I feel like I’m taking too much not giving enough” 

Your throat feels too tight, as if someone is just cutting off your air supply when you should be feeling free in his arms. 

Jungkook’s eyebrows tense as he reaches for you. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear he tries to reassure you, “Don’t say that. I hate when you question your worth,” he pecks the back of your hands, “These hands feed me, hold me when I need them to, give me warmth, gentle touches”,

His lips find both of your eyes next as you close them, feeling his soft lips on them,

“These eyes tear up with happiness every time you listen to me in the studio”,

Your ears follow next, “These ears tolerate my snoring”,

Then your lips, “And this mouth, my favourite, whispers ‘i love you’ to me every morning, leaves kisses on my skin, screams my name and most importantly, forms the loveliest smile when I make you happy.” His eyes are oh so gentle as he says this. 

You’re about to respond when his phone buzzes on the counter next to you. Your heart stops. Fuck is it Dr. Ana?

To your surprise, it’s Jimin’s number on the screen.

“Pick it up, honey. It might be important.” 

His thumb presses on the red button as he declines the call, “I’ll talk to him later. My girlfriend comes first.” 

Neither of you say a word as the room gets filled with a comfortable silence. The cookies are long forgotten, your eyes doing all the talking. Even if you try your hardest you’re not sure you can say anything which is remotely justifiable of what he just said to you.

Jungkook is so much more than meets the eye, he’s vulnerable, he’s empathetic, he’s loving. His eyes shine the brightest when he’s happy about something and you’re so full of contempt about the fact that eventually you will be the one to snatch away that shine. This hornet’s nest is going to ruin me, ruin him. 

“I wanna kiss you so bad” He whispers, leaning closer but you stop him with your palms on his chest.

“Wait, I-I want to talk about something” 

His voice is downright pleading when he says, “Later baby. I’m fucking gonna die if I don’t take that mouth right now. Please?” his breath touches your bare lips. 

Feeling a flutter in your chest you nod and he leans towards you, hand cupping your lower jaw as he touches his lips to yours. Softly at first, then his pace quickens. Your hands grab his sweater as you pull him even closer, deepening the kiss. His moan echoes followed by your own as you both lose yourselves in each other. You let go of every menacing thought and just focus on the taste of his lips. 

He pulls back slightly, taking a deep breath as he fills his chest with air. Those beautiful lips are pink and swollen from the heated kiss you just shared with him. Getting rid of the sweater, he tosses it aside as his eyes sparkle with amusement.

Without wasting any time he begins nibbling at your neck, slightly biting onto it as your hands run over his back. He’s so beautiful it takes your breath away. Not to toot your own horn but you have the most gorgeous boyfriend and you’re not ashamed to show him off. 

His lips ghost over your nipples from over your high neck top and you groan.

“Jungkook, please” 

He pulls back with a smug look on his face, “Please what ____?” 

“Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad.” 

“Yeah? Is that what my girl wants?” 

At this point your body is thrumming with anticipation and desire as you watch him move his hands closer to the waistband of your pants. His hands pause when they meet the lace material, his pupils dilate. 

He smiles, “It’s the one I gifted you. Were you hoping for this huh?” 

Your lips stretch into a smile. You hadn’t particularly hoped for this, no, because your relationship with him is not just based on physical pleasures. You guys have sex of course, but it’s not the prominent part of the bond you share. It’s more than that. The lace lingerie set was gifted to you by Jungkook on a random day. It was one of those quote unquote just because gifts. 

“What do you think?” you ask, giving him a quick kiss. 

He grabs you by the back of your neck and holds you there for a moment before leaning back and looking straight into your eyes. “I think you should lose it or else I’ll ruin it” 

You gasp, swatting him on the bicep. “Don’t you dare. It’s my favourite pair”  

Without preamble he picks you off the counter making you wrap your legs around his waist. You both are so close it takes your breath away. Chest to chest, groin to groin, face to face with lips inches away from each other’s as you share a breath. 

He walks into your shared bedroom as you clash your lips against his, pulling his lower one between yours, earning a groan out of him. You both are downright feral, letting your hands run over every area of each other’s body. Jungkook’s hands grabbing your ass, yours pulling on his hair lightly before trailing down his chest, pausing on his pecs. 

When you reach your bedroom, he sits himself down with you on top of his lap. Your hips move forward and you hiss as your still jean clad pussy brushes his cock. He’s so hard you wonder if he’s close to coming already. 

Rough hands scrape over your back, hips, down your thigh before they finally settle on either side of your waist, gipping them tightly but also with a hint of gentleness. One thing you admire about your man is that he doesn’t treat you like a fragile woman, he knows you’re strong and you’ll not break if he’s rough with you. 

Jungkook pulls back from your lips.“Fuck honey, you’re such a goddess. Look at this body. I still can’t believe I get to call you mine” 

You shake your head, totally under his spell. “I’m the lucky one here, baby. You have no idea how lucky I am.” 

His hand brushes over your ass before he dips it inside your pants, reaching your already soaked pussy as he pushes a finger inside you. This earns a whimper from you as you tip your head back. 

“That’s where you’re wrong, ____. Want me to show you how lucky I am?” He takes the finger out before pumping it back again. You moan as his other hand gips the nape of your neck and he brings his mouth to your neck, biting on it. 

“Oh my god” you cry, seeing him suck the finger clean and face forming an expression filled with the deepest level of satisfaction as he closes his eyes. 

Setting his eyes back on you, he sighs, “This isn’t my first time tasting you, honey. But it gets better every fucking time and I find myself craving you an unhealthy amount, you know that? Do you know how crazy I am for you? Could eat you out everyday and wouldn’t need anything else to feel full.” His words send a shiver down your spine. “You’re my favorite meal.” 

He pushes three fingers back inside with a slight force and you let out a scream, arching your back. He takes one nipple into his mouth and gives it a long suck, letting it go with a loud pop. 

“Oh yes, just like that. Suck it again, baby” You beg and he does exactly that as he takes the other sensitive bud into his mouth. 

You’re not sure if you have been this vocal about your needs with anyone before him. Not that you dated a lot, for a person who’s a hopeless romantic to the core you’ve always found yourself waiting for the right one. Additionally, you believed your body to be as sacred as a temple. Surely there had to be a guy somewhere who would treat it as such.

Then, enters Jungkook who not only was out of your league metaphorically but literally. He lived miles away from your place so there was not a chance you could have let anything take place between the both of you. But as they always say, the heart wants what it wants. To put it briefly, there was chemistry, a connection you didn’t want to lose.

Strong fingers pump into you. In and out, in and out. “You’re so wet. What do you say? Should I lick you clean?” 

“Yes, ah oh my goodness that’s sooo good” you toss your head back, slowly grinding against his hands. 

He wraps an arm around your waist, lifts you off his lap and tosses you back on the bed. Keeping his eyes still locked with yours he gets rid of his jogger, letting his cock spring free.

It bobs and you lick your lips, already wanting to take it into your mouth but you know for a fact that he wouldn’t let you do that, not because he doesn’t want you to but because he wants to give you the highest amount of pleasure first. As he always does. 

Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh as gives his cock a pull, his eyes running over your whole body. Up and down then back at your face again. You’re still not fully bare in front of him while he’s standing there, all in his glory. 

“Lose the pants” he commands. 

You immediately slide out of them and toss them on the floor somewhere. He grabs you by the hips, jerking you to the edge of the bed as he sinks down on his knees. Spreading your legs wider he releases a breath. Warmth touches your wet pussy and you prop yourself up by the elbows to look at him. 

You need to look at him if you want to stay sane, have to feel him with you here. Shivers run through you even by the thought of not being able to feel him and this ever again. This might as well be your last day on this god awful planet from the way the ache in your chest keeps on increasing. It makes a home there, not letting you entirely forget about the eventualities. 

“God you’re dripping, honey” 

“For you” you admit.

Hot and wet kisses are left to the inside of your thigh and your hands find the back of his head as you grip it lightly. 

His head lifts up, his eyes finding yours, “Don’t hold back,____. Grip it as tightly as you want to. I don’t want any hesitations because when I fuck you, I’m not going to be holding back. You hear me?” 

A desperate moan leaves you, and he rewards you by kissing your pussy. Keeping his eyes on you, he doesn’t give you a chance to whine out your needs before his tongue is licking a single line up your clit.

He moans and gently tugs on your clit. “Such a perfect cunt” 

You push his head against your pussy and rock forward, chasing your orgasm. 

“Feels so good, feels so perfect, baby” you murmur.

Just when you’re starting to feel the climax incoming, when Jungkook suddenly grabs you by the waist and flips you, so he’s lying down and you’re on top. Then, he grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you for a heated kiss. 

He pulls back, “Sit on my face, my queen” 

Your eyes widen and you hesitate, but you don’t want to. You wanna let go, knowing you’re lucky enough to get something like this in this lifetime, so you give in. He hoists you up by the hips, positions you over his face and pulls you down. His warm breath feels like a soft whisper against your pussy. 

You cry out in pleasure as soon as his tongue dives deep inside you, squeezing your tits in your hands. Grinding against his face, you close your eyes and just… feel. Feel the heat, feel the emotions, feel the intimacy, feel the ache in your chest.

A thought crosses your head and you wonder if you’re doing something wrong, something selfish. Touching him like this and getting consumed by him feels like you’re doing nothing but ruining him. 

He sucks on your clit with sheer eagerness and desire, pulling you further down so you’re putting your weight on his face. Concern perks up and you look down, trying not to crush him but it seems like he couldn’t care less. 

“Let go, honey. Just focus on my mouth.” 

Let go. God, how bad you hate those words. They feel like acid in your ears. 

“Keep going, Jungkook. Don’t you dare stop” you cry out. 

Soon enough you’re aching your back, cunt pulsing against his lips as you come. He swallows every single drop as if he’d die if he doesn’t and leaves you in awe. You slump, letting your body relax.

Much to your amusement, he doesn’t give you enough time to relax before he’s turning you over until you’re on your knees. Hot passionate kisses are placed on your sweaty back, pulling a gasp from you. 

“What a fucking sight. I wish you could see how stunning you look right now and it’s all because of me, isn’t it? This glistening back, this wet cunt,” he strokes a finger down your pussy, “It’s all because of me and you dare to call yourself lucky?” 

You catch a sight of him stroking himself over your shoulders and your breath quickens. 

His abs are glistening with sweat and his chin still has your cum on it. 

He smirks, “Like what you see, honey” 

“You’re beautiful” 

His eyes soften, letting his hands drop from his angry and already leaking with precum cock, he grabs either side of your hips and lines himself against your needy pussy. You let your head drop on the mattress and clench your fist, preparing yourself for him. He gives your cunt a slight slap with his cock before filling you in, groaning as he goes deeper.

You moan, “Fuck baby. That’s so deep.” 

“You’re so warm, honey. You feel like home” he thrusts again. 

His hands grip yours, and he covers your body with his own, still thrusting inside with rough movements. His chest feels warm and safe against your back as it fills you with a deep sense of safety, protection and love.

You match every thrust of his with your own, moving your hips backwards. Your tits are getting equal attention from him as he pinches the two sensitive buds between his fingers. 

You both chase your high with you screaming out his name and him whispering yours like a prayer. He gives in one last thrust before he’s coming inside you, his teeth biting on your shoulder. You’re following him soon as you grip the bed sheet tighter in your fist, moaning as you come. 

Before you collapse, he pulls you upright and lets his cock slide out of you. His fingers push his cum inside your throbbing cunt, making your stomach twist in pain. You know why he does that, he has told you himself. If it’s not obvious enough, Jungkook wants a family one day. A family you can’t give him. Tears resurface but you put on your best smile and face him. 

“I love you” 

His lips stretch into one of those lazy smiles you love so much. “I love you too, my precious girl. Now, do you wanna sleep or go make those cookies?” a sloppy kiss is pressed on your forehead. 

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you pull him on top of you, “Should we save those for later? I really wanna cuddle” 

He presses a soft kiss on the tip of your button nose, “Sure. Let me clean you up first. You don’t have to move an inch, just relax.” 

Minutes later he’s coming back with a bottle of water and a bowl of marshmallows. You bite back a chuckle when you look at his face. There’s such a deep crease between his eyebrows you’d think he’s trying to win a game of uno or something. 

But it’s short lived when he places the items on the nightstand and gazes at you, his eyes having the same funny look they had earlier in the kitchen.You try to summon your most unbothered and good natured grin but it doesn’t do shit to stop the electricity from running through your blood. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, biting your lip.

An uncertain laugh slips out of him, “I don’t know. I’m- God, I really don’t know but I have this weird feeling that something is not right.” He begins cleaning you up but you can’t shake the feeling of nervousness and anxiety away. 

You know for a fact that he’s right. Something is not right, in fact nothing is right. 

He peeks at you from between your legs, “Hey, what is it that you wanted to talk about?” 

The air whooshes out of your lungs. Should you come clean? Is it the right time? 

You huff a tight laugh. “It’s nothing actually. Can we talk about it later?” 

When he’s done cleaning you up he places a small kiss on both your knees and stands up. Offering you a nod, he says, “Whenever you feel like it. I’m not going anywhere” 

Yet. He’s not going anywhere yet. 

You grin, “I wouldn’t let you” 

He lets a laugh slip out as he walks inside the bathroom. Then, he comes back, settles himself beside you and brings you closer by wrapping his arm around your waist. His feet find yours as he touches the anklet with them. 

“Let’s sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up” he promises. 

Morning comes quickly as the sun casts its glow on your sleepy yet excited eyes. Holding out a hand, you try searching for your boyfriend next to you, but a slight sting arises in your heart when he’s not there. You open your eyes, adjusting to the sunlight. 

Although, you hoped you did not wake up, you hoped death consumed you in your sleep because the person across from you is a total stranger. A stranger whose eyes are misty and mouth is pulled down in deep frown, a sunflower bouquet in one hand and the other one holding a blue file so tightly you can see his knuckles turning white.

Jungkook holds out the file to you, “How long were you planning to hide this from me,____?” 

For the first time in your life, you hate your name. You hate how bitter it sounds coming from his mouth like this.It has always been “____, you’re my everything,” “I love you,____”, “_____, you mean the world to me”.

Acid bubbles in your stomach at his words, and you can’t help but sob. You wonder if the butterfly was preparing you for this day. If she could talk, what would she have said to you? 

The words that leave him next might as well be daggers in your chest, "Tell me, honey. Is it the important thing you wanted to talk about but held back just to get a good fuck out of me?"

@fluttershy-vanilla @theyysam37 love you pookies. enjoy <3

this healed a part of me i didn't know existed.

the habits of a broken heart.

☾ genre : soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers

☾ pairing : jeon jungkook x reader

☾ summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. 

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“You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”

☾ word count: 26.3k (my biggest one yet!)

☾ author’s note: this took forever oh my gosh! i really hope you like it! it’s my first time writing such a big single piece, and trying a different style. thank you so much for your support, always! please let me know what you think ♡

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genre » established relationship, marriage au, angst, fluff

summary » you and your husband have constantly been arguing due to the change in his behaviour and you start to wonder where it all went wrong.

warnings » mentions of cheating, swearing, jungkook is a bit rude, arguing, kissing, planning for baby talk, sweet jungkook as well :)

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a/n » the italics part is a flashback

You were sitting on the couch, folding clothes from the fresh batch of laundry you’d just completed while waiting for your husband to come home from work.

He promised you that he will come early today but as usual, it’s almost 12 am and he's still not here. He’d usually be home by at least 7 or 8 but for the past 4 months, he’s coming home right before midnight or way past it.

You understand that the reason being is due to working on a important project he’s been busy with but you were worried about his health. You’ve already sent him plenty of texts to which he had left on seen. Hearing the keys jiggle and door open, you stand up and turn towards your tired husband who just walks in.

You want to go hug and kiss him but he's been pushing you away a lot lately, resulting to the two of you starting constant arguments. You’re already tired so instead of saying anything, you just go into the kitchen to bring him a glass of water. You don’t want to start another useless argument.

Your husband immediately takes the glass of water and chugges it down before heaving a sigh and giving it back to you. You come back to see him sitting in the same position on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. You wonder if he’s okay.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You ask, sitting beside him.

“Hmm,” he hums.

“Did you have dinner?” You softly ask.

“Yea,” he responds, making you sigh.

When was the last time you two had a proper conversation? You were worried about him but his behaviour was really pissing you off. This isn’t the first time, he’s been doing this very often and you don’t want to doubt him because you know he would never but you sometimes think he might be cheating on you. It’s been on your mind for a while and you really want to ask him but you’re scared.

“What?” He hisses.

“Huh?” You flinch since you kinda zone out.

“Can you stop staring at me?” He bursts out, clearly showing how annoyed he is by it. You don’t even realize when or how you zone out while staring at him.

“Can I not stare at my husband who came home from work after hours and broke his promise to come early?” You smile and hear him let out a sigh.

“I was fucking working Y/N. Sorry for not having time to come early so I could sit around and watch stupid movies with you,” he shouts, leaving the sofa and making his way to your shared bedroom. His words had pierced straight through your heart making it ache.

You quietly continue to fold the leftover clothes while being on the verge of tears. Never in the past 10 years of knowing him and 7 years since the two of you have been together has he ever said such hurtful words in such a rude tone to you.

You met Jungkook at your graduation party as he came to support his sister who was also graduating and happened to be your best friend. 3 years prior meeting Jungkook, you met his sister Jeon Haeun. You transferred from a different school at the time and became really good friends with her since.

You never saw Jungkook around when you’d go visit her house as he was a year older studying in a different school. He would either be at his swimming classes, basketball games, working out in the gym or hanging out with his friends. At least that’s what Haeun and your now mother-in-law would say.

You and your parents had just arrived in the auditorium where the graduation ceremony would be held.

“Y/N here!” You hear Haeun yell, waving her hands towards you.

Immediately smiling and waving back, you start to walk towards her as your parents follow you from behind. Haeun was wearing a hot red dress while you were wearing a black dress which fell right above your knees.

“Oh my god you look gorgeous!” She exclaims, hugging you carefully, making sure not to mess up your makeup or hair. You lightly chuckle and pull out from the hug.

“Shut up look at you, I told you the red one would look better.” You reply, eyeing her from head to toe.

“It does! Thank god I listened to you.” She says making you shake your head. You then avert your eyes to see a handsome man standing by the side along with Haeun’s parents. You do a double take and already catch him staring at you.

“Y/N, this is my brother Jungkook.” She introduces, noticing how the two of you had already started staring at each other. You saw a couple pictures of him at her house but he looked even better in person.

“I hear a lot about you at the dinner table, it’s nice finally meeting you Y/N,” he says, showing a bunny smile as he extends his hand towards you.

“Is that so?” You ask, looking towards Haeun who just grins back at you.

“Nice to meet you too Jungkook,” you reply, accepting his handshake.

You sigh remembering the smile and aura he had around him that day which made you fall for him. Ever since the graduation, you’d see him around the house whenever you’d go visit Haeun. He’d occasionally talk to you and even took both you and Haeun to the amusement park 2 years after you had met. The two of you got closer from that day and he finally asked you out a year later.

Jungkook was a really nice guy with such a cute and bright smile. You wondered what happened in the past 4 months for him to not show you that side of his anymore. You know It’s not the same as it was.

Suddenly the doorbell rings and you frown wondering who’d come by at practically midnight. You walk over to the door, eyeing who it was from the door hole and see Sooah patiently waiting.

You open the door and she instantly smiles at you.

“Hello Mrs. Jeon.” She greets, respectfully bowing down.

“Hi Sooah what brings you here at this time?” You kindly ask.

“I’m sorry for dropping by so late but I needed to give this to Mr. Jeon,” she says holding up a gift bag making you want to frown and bombard her with many questions. However, you just stay calm and decide to take it.

“Oh alright, i’ll give it to him.” You give her a tight smile as she hands you the bag.

“Thank you Mrs. Jeon, have a great night and weekend.” She bows again.

“Thanks, you too.” You reply and with that she left.

Once you close the door you eye the gift bag and peak inside only to spot two blue files and his shirt.

Did he—? you gulp feeling hurt and betrayed. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his behaviour for the past few months was making you very much convinced.

You stomp your way to your shared bedroom only to catch sight of Jungkook drying his wet hair after coming out of the shower.

“I’m so fucking done with you!” You yell, throwing the shirt at him.

“Wha-“

“How could you!” You shout out.

“Y/N don’t start now,” he says rolling his eyes turning to face the other way.

“Shut the fuck up im not starting anything how could you cheat on me!” You yell, finally letting the tears you’ve been holding fall.

“What the hell are you saying!” He yells back turning to face you again. When he does, you could see the anger in his eyes and face turning soft once noticing your tears.

“Y/N I—“ he begins in a softer tone, taking a step towards you but you cut him off.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking lie or touch me.” You say taking a step back.

“I’m not lying,” he retorts.

“Really? Then explain why the fuck you’ve been coming home so late? The company closes by midnight by max so I don’t fucking see a reason why you’d show up at 2am sometimes let alone have your secretary stop by at midnight to hand me your fucking shirt. Why was it with her huh? Don’t you dare deny by saying it’s not yours, I fucking bought that one for you,” you rant, tears streaming down your face which only display the anger and pain you are feeling.

Jungkook quietly listens to your rant before heaving a sigh and finally speaking up.

“Are you done now?” He asks you calmly. You were in no mood for this.

“Yes I’m so done with you Jeon Jungk—“ you feel his soft lips on you. You stand there frozen for a few seconds wanting to kiss him back knowing you haven’t felt his lips since the last 4 months. Not until you remember the current situation and try to push him away. You’re not sure what you expected per say, but your attempt is proven unsuccessful as it only results in him taking you by your waist and pulling you closer until you're smug in his arms.

When he pulls out you slap his chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You exclaim, making him chuckle.

“Are you laughing? This is not funny Jeon,” you sternly say, surprised at how normal he’s acting. You haven’t seen him laugh in what feels like ages.

“Baby, just listen to me okay,” he says cupping your face and wiping your tears.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before focusing your eyes on him, signaling for him to go on.

“I did not cheat on you. I’m not going to deny anything because yes that is in fact my shirt that you bought for me. I gave it to Sooah because she accidentally spilled tea on herself and you know I have spare shirts in my office. We were running late for a meeting so I just grabbed whatever shirt I found and gave it. I swear I had no other intentions. I would never cheat on you, why would you even think that hm? I love you so much,” he assures, pecking your forehead.

After whatever he said, you completely break down and start sobbing with your head buried in his well built chest. You’re very overwhelmed right now, especially by his last 5 words which he hasn’t uttered to you lately. You slowly wrap your arms around him as he carefully caresses the back of your head tangling his hand into your hair.

“Shh, please don’t cry,” he whispers.

“I know I've been such a dick to you lately and I don't even know where to start. I’m sure you hate me now but believe me when I say I didn’t mean any single shit I spat out to you these past months. I know I crossed my limits today and I deeply apologize for it, I’m so fucking sorry. This project is really important for the company and means a lot to my dad so I’ve been really stressed as it needs to be done efficiently and is a long procedure.” He declares as you pull out from his embrace.

“That doesn’t explain your behaviour towards me,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I started talking less to you because I didn’t want to lash out all my frustrations on you. However, you kept asking me questions and it was adding to my headache so I said whatever the hell came in my head. I swear I didn’t mean any of it. I know you were only worried and caring for me. We’re going to be done by Wednesday so I was planning to make it up to you by taking you out on Thursday and surprising you with something,” he explains, making you frown and pursue your lips together.

“Well sorry for worrying too much about my husband's health, and what do you mean by ‘surprising you with something?” You question him.

“I guess I'll just tell you now so that you’ll talk to me, yea?” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously. A habit of his which you found very endearing.

“You were the one not talking to me,” you mumble looking away. You know he heard you.

Turning back to face him, you raise your eyebrows motioning him to go on. You watch him head over to his bedside table before he pulls the drawer taking something out. Jungkook rushes back to you and hands you a small envelope.

“What is this?” You query, looking confused.

“Why don’t you open it and see for yourself,” he says, going behind you to wrap his arms around your waist in order to give you a back hug. His face nuzzled in your neck.

You ignore him and carefully tear open the envelope finding two tickets to—

“Oh my god what!!” You exclaim, widening your eyes.

You immediately turn around and jump onto Jungkook wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his torso. You didn’t care about anything else except the fact that your husband was going to make it up to you by taking you on a trip to the one place you wanted to visit all your life.

Greece.

“I love you so much!” You beam, giving him a quick kiss followed by a bunch of pecks all over his face. That leads you to earn a hearty chuckle from your husband.

“I’m truly sorry for treating you badly lately. I regret it so much I swear. I can’t see you cry, I felt like shit knowing I was the cause of those tears on your beautiful face. Will you forgive me?” He says in a shaky voice and you immediately realize that he is on the verge of crying.

You get off him and grab his hand settling the two of you on the bed. You make sure he uses the headboard as support while you face him and sit on his lap.

“Hey don’t worry, it’s okay, we’re okay now. I was really hurt and scared by your behaviour but at the end I love you okay. Let’s forget it and plan for the trip.” You happily beam, interlocking both your hands with his as you know it comforts him.

“I love you more. Also, I think, the trip to Greece isn’t enough to make up for the shit I caused. Tell me how to make it up to you?” He asks, lightly soothing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Do you really want to know?” You question, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Yes,” he eagerly responds.

“Well then, I want a baby,” you say wrapping your arms around his neck

“Wait— you what!” He shrieks, looking surprised.

“I want your baby,” you whisper in his ears making him smile.

“I was actually planning to have this conversation with you on the trip. I think it’s time we have a little me or you running around the house,” he asserts, connecting his forehead to yours.

“I think so too.” You mumble, leaning in for a kiss which he gladly accepts and kisses you back passionately.

You have a feeling things will be back to normal again. You know it’ll be the same as it once was.

Damn remedyx, I love her work.

Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 39

Here it is y'all! So sorry for the late upload. I've been taking care of my mom since her surgery and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it hard to write in my usual environment 😅. I'm working on more chapters as this is posted, so regularly scheduled releases will be back tomorrow 💜💜

“God. This place is a mess.” I sighed, tiptoeing around all the dismantled racks and merchandise.

Both Hoseok and Jungkook accompanied me to the shop even though I told them they didn’t have to. Neither of them would take no for an answer though, so I couldn’t argue anymore. The damage looked even worse now that it was bright outside.

“We’ll get it sorted out in no time. Kookie, you start in the back. Y/N and I will get to work up here.”

Jungkook set off for the back room before I could stop him.

“Hobi, seriously. You guys don’t have to stay. I’m sure you need to get back to clients, and Jungkook has two businesses to run-“

Hoseok took my shoulders in hand, squeezing them as he gave me that brilliant smile.

“I already called and canceled all of my meetings for today. I can’t just leave you and Kat to clean this all up by yourselves. We’re staying.”

Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Kat made her way through the front doors carrying a carrier full of coffee.

“Holy shit.” She gawked at the state the store was in. “When I get my hands on those assholes.”

She swore colorfully as she handed me and Hoseok a coffee.

“You must be another of the Brady Bunch. Just as sexy as the rest of them, I see.” Kat smirked looking Hoseok up and down.

The poor man looked completely caught off guard. Mouth opening and closing as he held his coffee. I laughed, enjoying seeing him so flustered.

“Kat got your tongue?” her smirk turned into an evil grin.

“Well, I’ve been told you’re rather… bold.”

She shrugged, fishing out the last couple of coffees.

“You’ll get used to me, don’t worry. Now, where’s the stud? I got him one too.”

“Stud?” Hobi looked to me questioningly.

“She means Jungkook.” I giggled and pointed to the back room. “He’s in the back.”

Kat saluted the two of us and headed to the back to find him.

“Where’s my favorite matchmaker?” she sang as she walked through the doors.

“I better be the only matchmaker you know.” I heard Kook reply before I couldn’t hear them anymore.

I shook my head smiling as I took a sip of my drink. Those two were born to be friends. It reminded me a lot of what Jin had said to me the night he had taken me home from the bar fiasco with Tae. Looking back now that seemed like so long ago.

“Well, I’ll start with the glass and the racks.” Hobi volunteered, setting his cup down on the counter.

“I guess I’ll sort through everything and see what I can save.”

We worked through most of the mess pretty quickly. My pile of whatever I wouldn’t be able to put back on the floor a lot larger than I would have liked, but at least it wouldn’t go in the trash. Most of it I could probably keep and refurbish for other projects. The register was toast. I would have to order a new one along with several new mirrors. The racks and tables were functional albeit looking a little worse for wear, but for now they would have to do. I could always swap them out later.

By the time the lunch hour rolled around, I didn’t even have to suggest anything before Taehyung was waltzing through the front doors with arms full of to go bags.

“Someone ordered delivery.” He chirped, setting down everything he had.

“Did we?” I asked skeptically, shooting Hoseok a look.

“Well, not you specifically. Jin ordered for everybody, and I was the only one nice enough to pick it up and bring it to you.”

“The only one slacking off is more like it.” Hobi corrected, sifting through everything Tae brought.

Whether Tae heard it or chose to ignore it remained to be seen as he hugged me.

“It’s looking good, sweet girl. I came to help with whatever you still needed.”

“Hobi and I are pretty much done up here. I haven’t checked on Kat and Jungkook. We do have a bit of trash to take out.”

Tae followed me to the back of the store where Jungkook and Kat were lifting one of the shelves that had been knocked over. It looked so much better than it did last night. The two of them had cleared the floor, whatever wasn’t damaged placed back where it was or close to it and everything else placed in trash bags.

“It’s looking good back here guys.”

“Luckily most of it was just thrown around it looks like. I didn’t find anything missing. There is one shelf we’ll need to replace, but other than that, not too bad. Oh, and the door.” Kat said, wiping her hands together and making sure the shelf was level.

“Yeah that’s toast.” Jungkook grimaced, casting a look over to the back entrance. “I tried to see if I could do anything with it, but I can’t even open it. Probably just be better to replace the whole thing.”

“Noted. The front is a little worse for wear. I’ll have to get a new register and mirrors. Most likely replace the racks at some point too. Tae brought lunch. We should all take a break.”

“My second favorite bestie boy toy?” Kat asked excitedly, peeking around the shelf to see Tae.

“Hey Kat.” He chuckled, fist bumping her as she approached. “I see a congratulations is in order.”

I looked at him confused, his head nodding down at Kat’s hands. Looking down, I noticed the fat engagement ring sitting on her left ring finger that I had no idea how I had missed the first time. A huge gasp escaped me as I grabbed her hand and ogled the diamond.

“Jackson!?” I asked excitedly.

“He asked me last night.” She gushed, showing off the ring.

“Kat! That’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“After the night you had? I didn’t want to make it seem like I was downgrading what happened here at the shop.”

“Are you kidding? I could’ve used news like this. It would have made my shitty day worth it.”

I pulled her into a hug, the two of us squeezing each other tightly.

“It’s about time though. If Jackson wasn’t going to ask you soon, I would have.” I joked.

“Hey. What about us?” Jungkook pouted.

“Chicks before dicks.” Kat shrugged. “Now can we go eat? I’m starving.”

She brushed past both Jungkook and Tae, the former of the two still sporting a pout. Bottom lip deliciously plump as it jutted out.

“I’m just teasing.” I whispered to him.

“No, she’s not. Besides, Y/N is the only woman I would willingly swing for, so just be aware of that if you all ever decide to do something stupid.”

Both Tae and Kook whipped their heads around to stare at me. I threw my hands up in a shrug before following her. Hoseok was still setting out food when I rounded the corner, having completely missed the conversation. Then again, he was just starting to get used to Kat, so maybe it was for the best. Everyone joined us, digging into the meal Tae had brought and Jin had bought. I would have to thank him later.

“So, are you the boyfriend?” Kat directed at Hoseok.

“Boyfriend?” Hoseok asked, looking to me.

“She means the one who I signed the contract with.”

“Yeah. I’ve met five of you now and somehow have still missed the elusive boyfriend. I’m beginning to get impatient.”

Hobi laughed before shaking his head.

“Sorry. No. I’m not.”

“Damn it!” she growled, throwing her plastic spoon at her empty bowl. “Why doesn’t he come around? Does he have something against me?”

“How could he have anything against you? He hasn’t even met you.” I giggled, scooping some of the noodles out of Taehyung’s bowl and popping them in my mouth.

“Unless you’ve been saying things behind my back and now he’s scared.”

I gave her an unimpressed look.

“There’s nothing they know about you that isn’t true. If you scare him off, that’s not my problem.”

“On the contrary, I think you and Yoongi would get along quite well.” Hoseok nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Yoongi. So that’s his name?”

I nodded. “The only two you haven’t met are Yoongi and Namjoon.”

“Namjoon. That one sounds familiar.”

“The lawyer.” I supplied.

“Ah. Right, I remember now.”

I attempted to steal another scoop of noodles from Tae, who had decided to wrestle me for them this time. He deflected all my attempts to sneak my fork in, swatting it back from his food playfully. He held them out of reach and just as I tried to puppy dog eye him for a bite, Jungkook slid his bowl across the table towards me. I abandoned my attack on Tae for the defenseless bowl, but before I could dig in, Taehyung slid it back towards Kook.

“I’ll feed her.” He groused, offering me his bowl once again.

I rolled my eyes at the two of them, but a smile still tugged at the corners of my mouth. A snort had all of us looking at Kat who, along with Hoseok, watched all of us fondly.

“You all are just too cute together. I might become a diabetic.”

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Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 40

Two updates in one day? 😱 😂 just kidding. I figured I owed you guys one.

Psst! By the way, the next chapter contains 18+ content 👀.

Readers, beware! 😁

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Taehyung ended up staying like he said he would, to help us finish. After hauling out all the trash and sweeping and mopping the floors, I went through one last time to make sure nothing was missing. Everything was accounted for and I stashed the boxes of damaged goods that I could still use in the back on one of the shelves. Jungkook was right, the door was officially jammed. It couldn’t be opened, and I guessed the good thing about that was the fact that no one would be getting through it again. At least not without difficulty.

Taehyung begged me to stay the night again, but I had to refuse. Staying with them for most of the week along with just spending the day cleaning meant I was behind on orders and I desperately needed to catch up. So, with a promise to come by again this weekend sometime (and another promise to stay with him one of those nights), Hoseok was nice enough to drop me off at my apartment with a farewell and a reminder of the time his class was tomorrow. I stayed up much later than I should have trying to finish as much as I could.

I completed four that needed to be shipped early next week, so I was proud of the little progress I made. Yoongi called me to check up on me and I made sure to call Jin and thank him for the lunch earlier. By the time I made it to bed, I was exhausted, falling asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

~♡~

The next morning, I was excited to get to see Hobi dancing. He had mentioned he was filling in for one of the other teachers that was on leave for a family issue. He typically didn’t have a whole lot of time for full classes. He did substitute a lot and had one group he committed to meeting with at least twice a week along with maybe a few private lessons here and there, but most of the dancing he did was for his own pleasure. Arriving at the studio, I parked and got out, rushing to the front entrance trying to escape the cold. I opted to drive myself, planning on heading back home afterwards to get some more work done before going back to the shared apartment.

I loved those men, but I certainly can’t get much work done while being in the same room as them. I froze with that thought. My feet cemented to the sidewalk as flurries of snow swirled around me. Did I love them? There was only person in the world I could say with certainty I loved wholeheartedly and that was Kat. But I wasn’t in love with her. I didn’t know what falling in love felt like and I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel once you committed to it. But I did know that what I felt for the seven of them wasn’t anything like I felt for Kat.

It was more intense. Passionate. My heart swelled every time they smiled at me, and the sound of their voices relieved the aching I felt when they weren’t there. I missed them when I couldn’t see them, and I wanted to be with them every second I could. Isn’t that what they say love feels like in the books? Or was it a more abstract definition. You couldn’t logically explain it to someone that didn’t feel the same thing towards the same people you did. Like trying to describe the way water tastes or what silence sounds like. Maybe it was speculative, and no one really knows for certain what it feels like to be in love.

Only that you feel such a strong connection with another person that you would willingly put them above yourself. Someone you could see yourself spending your life with and wanting to give your life to. I could see the kids just inside the entrance to the studio, all surrounding Hoseok with large smiles on their faces as they all shouted over one another to garner his attention. Hobi took it in stride, his mouth moving as he spoke to all of them, and they all were riveted onto his every word.

It was then, standing outside and looking in that I realized that yes, perhaps I did love them. Was in love with them. So impossibly and irrevocably smitten with all seven of them that I would never choose anyone else. Even if they didn’t choose me. If by some twisted fate I was no longer able to be with them, I knew deep down I would never find anything that compared to the way I felt about them with another person. They were it for me. My end all and be all. Hoseok’s eyes lifted to the window, that smile that struck me like an arrow through the heart every time he flashed it at me surfacing as our eyes met.

He waved me in, mouth moving again as he said something to the kids who all collectively turned to see me standing outside. Finding my feet again, I carried myself to the door and entered, barely getting enough time to shed my coat as I was bombarded by all the kids that were once surrounding Hobi.

“Are you Mr. Hoseok’s girlfriend?” one little girl asked.

“I like to think so.” I smiled, seeing Hobi shake his head out of the corner of my eye.

“She is. Don’t let her tell you otherwise.” He hollered while checking the sound system.

One little boy tugged on my sweater until I leaned down far enough for him to whisper in my ear.

“Maybe with you here he won’t be so strict.”

“Oh? Is he usually really strict?”

“Always.” Another little girl chimed in. “But he always gives us cookies afterwards, so we forgive him.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “He bribes you?”

“I don’t bribe them! I reward them for doing such a good job.” Hoseok said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders to lead me to one of the corners of the studio.

“But you just told us you wouldn’t give us cookies if we didn’t say nice things about you to your girlfriend!” the first little girl accuses him.

Hoseok let out a horrified gasp and I burst into laughter.

“Busted.” I said, poking him in the side. “If you don’t give them cookies, I will.”

He grinned, rolling his eyes. “Don’t worry. I always give out cookies. Whether they’re behaved or not. Just don’t tell them that.” He whispered to me.

He clapped once, the sound loud and echoing in the studio. Everyone straightened immediately, turning their attention to him.

“Alright everyone. Let’s start with some stretching exercises. Who wants to lead this week?”

~♡~

Hobi was an amazing dancer to say the least. Even in the slow steps he was using to show the kids what he was doing, every motion was fluid and effortless. No doubt he was born to dance, and I wondered why he didn’t pursue it. Even the kids were enthralled with him. They watched him carefully, mimicking his movements the best they could. Complete admiration on their faces. It was so cute to watch. The class finished without a hitch, and just as he promised, Hoseok gave them all cookies afterwards as parents came to collect them all one by one.

“So, what did you think?” Hobi asked, dropping down in a chair beside me after the last student had left.

I handed him a bottled water that he had placed beside me earlier, thinking he probably needed it more than I did.

“I had a good time! The kids really love you and you do so well with them.”

“I like kids. They’re so eager to learn it makes it easy to teach them.” He admitted, shying away from my compliment as he took a drink.

It was a little past mid-day. The snow outside still going strong as the wind whipped past people on the streets. People held onto their coats tighter and pulled their caps lower on their head to fight the bite of the chilly air. A fresh layer of snow coated most of the ground and sidewalks, bathing everything in white. It was beautiful really. As much as the cold weather sucked, winter was a gorgeous season. The world covered in white was a sight not everyone got to see but should at least once in their life.

“What about you?” Hobi asked.

I turned my head to see him already looking at me.

“What about me what?”

“Do you like kids?”

“Oh, yeah. I love them. I used to babysit to make a little extra cash while in university. I enjoy toddlers, but babies were always my favorite. They’re so cute.”

“So… you wouldn’t be opposed to having your own someday?”

I thought about it for a second. To be honest, I had never thought about having my own kids, but more because I wasn’t at a point in my life where they were something I was ready for rather than something I didn’t want.

“Someday, I would like some of my own. I’m a little scared though. Growing up without having parents who loved me like they should have made me realize how detrimental it is for a child to grow up without having that type of love in their life. Logically, having experienced that for myself I know what not to do, but it’s still terrifying. I want my kids to know I love them and I would be there for them no matter what, but it’s so easy to mess up, you know? What if I’m not a good mother?”

I looked away, back out the window to watch people scurry by. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Hoseok mulling over what I had told him. His own gaze looking out the window, but it was faraway. He took another sip from his water bottle. From the side, his features were even more striking. Sharp jaw and nose, pronounced chin, the ends of his hair had started to curl with the sweat accumulating on his forehead. He cleared his throat before answering.

“Well, I think you’d be a great mom. No one can be perfect all the time. You can’t expect them to be. You’ll make mistakes and shit happens, but at the end of the day, as long as you try to rectify them, it’ll work out. I have no doubt you’d be the best mother you can be.”

I smiled, loving the way his cheeks pinkened just the tiniest bit as he refused to meet my eyes. I scoot my chair a little closer to his and laid my head on his shoulder.

“I think you’d make a good dad. You’ve already got the fatherly advice bit down.” I teased.

He chuckled, my head bouncing with his shoulders as they shifted.

“I’ll leave that to Jin. Lord knows the man has more dad in him than any of us, but I will admit the thought of being a dad myself is a nice one.”

The silence between us after that was a comfortable one. After a few beats, I sat up turning to face him in my chair excitedly.

“Now will you dance for me again? I want to see exactly what Jung Hoseok is capable of.”

Chapter 41》

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Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 41

Alright y'all. I need everyone to take this 18+ warning seriously. This chapter is pure filth. Honest to Namjesus. I have no fucking clue what happened here. My imagination went nuts and I just ran with it. Let's not delve into it too deeply 😅

Once again, it's a ridiculously long smut scene because I apparently am incapable of fitting everything into 4 or 5 pages. So there will be a second part. Look forward to it 💜💜

Famous last words. Watching Hoseok dance in his element was like watching a stripper work the pole. The man exuded power and confidence and all his movements were smooth and sensual. I wasn’t even sure he was meaning them to come off that way, but that’s exactly how it found me. My breath was keeping time with his motions and the beat of the music, catching when he would pause between beats and speeding up as the song did. And God, the hip thrusts had my thighs clenching together painfully tight. My muscles were aching along with my core that was weeping for him, and he wasn’t even touching me.

I would be willing to bet he knew the effect he had on me too. There was no way he didn’t as his gaze would periodically find mine in the mirror and roam my figure, pausing to linger just a little longer at my legs that were tense as I tried to control the ache in my loins. His stare was dark and intense, the way he would tilt his head back and look at me through half-lidded eyes. Inside, I was burning. It was so hard for me to not just go up to him and demand him to fuck me the same way he was doing to the air. But the sun shining through the window illuminating him and the entire rest of the room coupled with the amount of traffic on the street kept me glued to my seat. Barely.

By the time he finished, my panties were ruined. My skin was flushed, and I knew my gaze was heavy with desire. Sweat covered his face and dampened his hair. The slight curl from earlier replaced with almost perfect ringlets and stained a darker brown with the moisture. Never in my life had I ever found sweat on a man as sexy as I did in this moment. And every time his hands pushed it off his face or ran a towel through it, I felt ready to faint.

“You okay?” he asked, grinning at me as he knocked back another bottle of water.

I watched, mesmerized at the way his adams apple bobbed with every swallow. I licked my lips, thirsty as well, but maybe not so much for water as I was something else entirely.

“Huh?” I responded distractedly.

“You look like you were the one dancing for the past hour and a half rather than me.”

I hummed; not sure I could say much more than that as my eyes wandered further down his figure. I could hear the amusement in his voice, matched by his eyes as I finally dragged mine up to meet his again.

“Would you like to dance with me?” he questioned with a tilt of his head as he approached.

“I don’t really dance.” I murmured.

“That’s not what I heard.” He whispered huskily, a wicked grin taking over his features. “I heard you dance quite well. Yoongi and Jimin have sung your praises quite boisterously.”

“Yoongi and Jimin? I didn’t dance wi-“ I trailed off as I understood his meaning. “Oh.”

I licked my lips slowly, Hoseok’s eyes watching the movement ardently. I felt myself nodding before I could remember consciously making the decision.

“I would love to dance with you Hobi.” My voice came out breathlessly.

His own breath came out harshly and his eyes closed as he tried to level his breathing.

“Upstairs. Right now.” He ground out, turning around to quickly shut off the music before dragging me behind him and out the doors.

The wind felt nice against my heated skin as I stood there waiting for Hoseok to lock the doors. He did so swiftly, wrapping one arm around my shoulders as he led us to the stairs beside the studio leading to his office. Neither of us were dressed to be outside in this weather. We didn’t care to grab our coats on the way out. I’m pretty sure we weren’t too bothered by it at the moment either. My head was clouded with lust, too affected at this point to really care what happened as long as I got my hands on the man in front of me.

We barely entered his office before we were on each other. Hoseok’s lips crashing into mine as he kicked the door shut behind him with his heel. He pushed us away from the door, guiding me in the direction of the sofas, leaving my mouth long enough to drop down onto one and pull me onto his lap. I held him tightly, slotting my mouth against his in every angle I could wanting more. We moaned into each other’s mouths, our passion making us desperate.

His hand drifted between us, cupping my pussy, and grinding his hand into my clit. I pulled back with a whine, grinding my hips in time with his hand, letting my head fall back as I lost myself to the feeling.

“Fuck. You’re so wet princess.”

“For you Hobi. I’m so wet because of you.”

A low groan escaped him, his hands fisting my shirt roughly and yanking it over my head. My bra didn’t fare any better as he removed it impatiently. His mouth latched onto one of my nipples, sucking hard a couple of times making me gasp before pulling away with a pop.

“I can’t wait. I’ll worship you and fuck you like you deserve as the princess you are later, but I’m on the edge right now and I have to get off.” His voice was husky as he tugged his own shirt over his head.

He helped me stand, tugging my pants down my legs and kissing me again as he moved us further into the office. He swiped an arm across his desk, everything within reaching distance clattering to the floor as he sat me on top of it. He pulled away, eyes darkening as he looked at me on top of his desk. His fingers finding my pussy again.

“Hoseok.” I whined, bucking my hips.

His fingers ghosted across my panties making me mewl again. “My name sounds so pretty coming from your lips.”

His lips captured mine in another scorching kiss. My legs came around his slender waist, pulling him closer to my body as I cupped the back of his head to keep him with me. The kiss was feverish, both of us past the point of caring where we were. All that mattered was him. His damp hair swept across my forehead as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. I felt his fingers loop through my underwear at my hip and with a hard tug, the fabric ripped. The action was so sexy I couldn’t even be mad about it right now as he yanked the intact portion down my thigh and threw them to the side.

I knew how crazy this was. Me, perched on his desk with him half naked. There were no blinds in his office, the only saving grace being the fact that his desk was far enough from the windows that it wasn’t visible from the street. Hoseok’s hand drifted down the outside of my thigh to my knee, lifting my leg to hike it higher on his waist so he could fit himself better between my thighs. The barrier of my underwear now removed meant that there was nothing between him and I except for his sweatpants which didn’t do anything to hide his erection. It bumped my entrance making my breath hitch.

I ripped my mouth from his beginning to feel lightheaded with all the sensations. Every touch from him was like a direct line to my arousal. My body felt like a separate entity. Everything overwhelming me to the point that I was floating, and my brain was turning to mush. Hoseok was my center, grounding me while inflicting sweet torture on me at the same time. He leaned down, taking one nipple in his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers. The gasp that left me was obscene, my body trembling under his ministrations as he groaned, thrusting his hips into mine.

I’ve never orgasmed without direct stimulation, but I was close. He had me so worked up, his dance serving as enough foreplay for me to be completely soaked and ready for him. My pussy throbbed, begging for more while at the same time I reveled in the way he explored me. My desire pooled between my thighs, no doubt drenching the front of his pants and his desk. If the thought bothered him, he made no indication as he released my nipple with one last tug of his teeth to give the same attention to the other one.

“H-Hobi.” I wailed, literally melting beneath him as my body gave out.

I fell back against his desk, my breath coming out in harsh pants as he followed me, not letting up for a second. The new angle gave him more room to grind against me harder. The head of his cock hitting my clit with every movement. I gripped his hair hard, probably harder than I should have, but I was too far gone. My orgasm hit me like a freight truck, black spots clouding my vision. I shut them tightly, trying to stave off the urge to pass out as I rode it out. I must have been being loud as his mouth came down on mine, drinking in my cries.

As I was beginning to come down, the overstimulation was bordering painful as I squirmed beneath him. I scooted up on the desk just a little to escape his frantic thrusts and tugged at his hair to pull him from my breasts. It took me a second to realize that I still held Hoseok’s head between my hands and the man kissing me wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been. My eyes shot open and one hand left Hobi’s hair to push back the man kissing me. My fingers curled into his shirt as my eyes met the darkened gaze of Namjoon who looked just as fucked as I was sure I did.

“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He breathed, a devastating smile curling the corners of his lips.

“H-how…?”

The aftereffects of my orgasm was making it harder than usual to formulate a sentence let alone my thoughts. Namjoon’s eyes flicked to Hoseok with a look that I noticed he usually reserved for when he’s less than impressed with the behavior of one of the others.

“You didn’t lock the door.”

“Oops.” Hoseok chuckled, licking his swollen lips. “I’m sorry. I was preoccupied.”

“I could tell.”

“Hey, it seemed to work in our favor though. Since you’re here, might as well join us. You don’t mind, do you princess?”

Hoseok looked at me with an eager expression. In the back of my mind, I remembered what he had told me about him and Namjoon being the two to usually share with one another. At the time, I wondered what that was like. I dreamed about it. What it would be like to be under the two of them and now that it was being offered to me and I could experience it for myself, I’ll be damned if I was walking away now. My gaze drifted to Namjoon whose hand had found its own way into my hair. He massaged my scalp softly, the comfort I always seemed to find when I was with him threatening to send me into a catatonic state as I basked in his attention.

“No. I don’t mind.” I whispered, curling my hand tighter in his shirt.

“Are you sure?” he asked, searching my eyes for any hint of doubt.

I was positive he wouldn’t find any. If there was one thing I knew for certain when it came to these men, it was that they would never do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. I trusted them to take care of me.

“Please touch me Namjoon.”

Chapter 42》

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Boyfriend for Hire

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 42

Hey y'all. This honestly probably should've been split into another chapter, but I didn't think it would fair to make you guys wait that long for a third part 😅.

Once again, 18+ warning. I'm serious. This is dirty dirty. Namseok had me feeling it though.

By the way, I'm curious how many of you guessed this coming. I technically didn't count Jin as the next person when I did the votes, so Namjoon and Hobi together are technically our third and fourth members to join the bang gang 😅

The way Namjoon’s eyes darkened even more had me clenching around nothing. He dipped his head, kissing me hungrily and unthreading my fingers from his shirt. He pulled back too soon, a whine escaping me before I could stop it.

“Hoseok.” He growled at the same time he began stripping.

I was momentarily distracted by the expanse of golden honey skin being exposed in front of me. Namjoon was broad and toned and beautiful. Biceps flexing as he popped the button on his pants, pants that were already tenting with what was sure to be an impressive erection at full mast. Already, my body was responding to him.

“I got it.” Hobi answered, gripping my thighs to slide me down the desk towards him.

He helped me down to stand in front of him before turning me around to bend over his desk. I cast a look over my shoulder but was quickly redirected when Namjoon’s fingers caught my chin.

“You were so beautiful when you were cumming. I want to see it again.”

I shivered under his heavy gaze, my desire quickly skyrocketing again as Hoseok forcibly spread my legs a bit further, hand drifting up my inner thigh to brush my clit. I jerked forward, my hips digging into the edge of the desk as Hobi laid a hand on my lower back to settle me.

“Shh princess. I need you as wet as possible if you’re going to take Joonie.”

Unconsciously, my eyes darted to the man in question’s cock. His pants were undone, but everything was still concealed much to my displeasure. Thinking it would be pertinent to have him undressed before I wasn’t capable of doing it once Hobi got his hands on me, I reached out to help him finish undressing. He let me push his pants and underwear down his legs the best I could leaning over the desk. His cock springing out, making my eyes widen. He was huge. I mean, like maybe I would be biting off more than I could chew trying to take him, but fuck. I wanted to.

His head was swollen, precum already beginning to ooze out of his tip. I licked my lips, wanting to swallow him, but even if he stood flush to the desk I would have difficulty reaching him. A complaint was on the tip of my tongue, at least it was, until Hobi’s fingers sank into my pussy. Instinctively, I clenched around them, my hands gripping onto anything they could reach, one of which grasped Namjoon’s dick, squeezing tightly.

“Fuck.” Namjoon groaned through his teeth.

Hoseok’s fingers started a steady rhythm. Pumping in and out of me without much hindrance thanks to my orgasm from earlier.

“Namjoon’s the only one who could possibly rival Tae in size. If you can take him, you’ll take Taehyung. The poor boy’s desperate for it. Shit, we all are. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt about fucking you like this.” Hobi growled, his pace getting faster as he guided me towards another orgasm.

“Do you want that baby? Do you want Hobi to fuck you on top of his desk, so he can think about it time and time again when he’s here working?” Namjoon fanned the flames of my desire whispering in my ear.

I nodded desperately, my legs spreading wider for Hoseok. “Yes. Please. Fuck me.”

Hoseok removed his hand, his wet fingers digging into my hips to move me into position.

“I don’t have a condom on hand, but I’ll pull out. If you’re still worried, I’ll even buy you a morning after pill when we’re done here.”

“Don’t worry about it. I have an IUD.”

Hobi groaned and I could almost picture the way he was biting his lip. I didn’t have to imagine for long, one look behind me revealed he was just as affected by my words as I had thought. His eyes were dark, lips parted with his tongue playing in one corner of them.

“In that case, I won’t pull out. I’ll leave you messy for Joonie. It’ll make it easier for him to slide in anyway.”

Fuck, if they all talked like this during sex, I was in trouble. I wasn’t accustomed to dirty talk. None of my previous lovers had even entertained the idea, but with them, I was quickly realizing I had a kink for it. Namjoon pinched one of my nipples, taking advantage of the way my lips opened in a moan to shove two fingers into my mouth. He held my tongue down, leaving me unable to do much more than pant against them as the head of Hoseok’s cock nudged my opening. I felt his hand coast up my spine before gripping the back of my neck.

Hobi’s entry had my knees threatening to buckle beneath me. He slipped in, the feeling of him without a flimsy piece of rubber separating us was addicting already.

I wasn’t entirely sure I could go back to using condoms after this. I didn’t see Hobi’s length, but I could feel it. Just like the other’s he was well-endowed. Sliding perfectly into my waiting walls. A tad thicker than Yoongi, but not quite as long as Jimin. Still enough to graze my g-spot and have me moaning around Namjoon’s fingers which turned into a choke as my saliva pooled in my mouth. I couldn’t swallow with Namjoon holding down my tongue, so it dribbled out of the corner of my mouth and coated his fingers as I whimpered. Whether it was an intelligible plea for him to let me go or for Hobi to keep going was impossible to say.

Finally, Namjoon pulled his fingers out of my mouth at the same time Hoseok fully seated himself inside me. Instead of wiping his hand off, Namjoon used my spit as lubrication as he painted his cock with it. Gripping my hand that still held his dick, he guided it up and down his shaft, the friction lessened with my saliva coupled with his precum.

“How does she feel Hobi?”

“Like heaven.” Hoseok groaned, pulling back to thrust in again with a hard snap of his hips.

“Ah, please.” I whined.

“Please what?” Namjoon growled, forcing my hand to grip him tighter and pump him a little bit faster.

The words were on the tip of my tongue. The explanation of how desperately I needed to cum. How much I needed the two of them to get me there. Namjoon’s hand came up to cradle my cheek, tilting my head up to gaze at him from under my lashes.

“What is it baby girl?”

The nickname had my pussy clenching around Hobi. The squeeze eliciting a curse out of the man’s mouth as he finally began moving the way I needed him to. His hips rammed into me, skin slapping together as his fingers dug into my flesh harder. But I wanted more. Needed more. Everything my body was taking was too much and not enough at the same time. I was waging an internal battle and I couldn’t decide which way I was being pulled. I was utterly overwhelmed both physically and emotionally and tears ran down my cheeks as a result.

“Ah, baby don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need.” He crooned, wiping my tears away and leaning down to kiss me.

Namjoon readily ravaged my mouth. I moaned into the kiss but couldn’t focus on it. Hoseok was pounding into me savagely, my pelvis digging painfully into the edge of the desk, but it was far from unpleasant. His cock speared me, over and over again, his body on top of mine was hot and my juices were running down my thighs. I could hear every plunge, the squelch with every reentry was lewd and loud in the room. Namjoon released me at the same moment Hobi’s hand came around my neck, wrapping around my throat in a light squeeze as he brought me to him, my back to his chest.

I panted, one of my hands reaching behind me to hold onto the one grip he had on my waist. Namjoon rounded the desk quickly, forcing himself between me and the desk. Hoseok’s pace never faltered; his hot breath ghosted across my ear with the effort of his thrusts. Namjoon took advantage of how open this new position left me, head dipping to take a nipple into his mouth much like how Hoseok had when Namjoon had first found us. I buried my fingers in his hair, nails digging into his scalp. I dropped my head backwards onto Hobi’s shoulder, his lips finding that sensitive spot just under my ear.

“Fuck!” my voice was hoarse, so much stimulation at once was making my mind hazy.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” Hoseok panted into my ear. “You look good in my necklaces, but there’s no better collar than my hand around your neck. You’re all mine, princess. I wanna hear you say it.”

Namjoon continued his assault on my breasts. Mouth switching to the other one at the same time his fingers found my clit. He set a fast pace, drawing circles across my bundle of nerves.

“I’m yours Hobi!” I choked on my cries, toes curling as I felt myself being hurtled from that precipice.

“That’s it princess. Cum for me. Cream on my cock.” Hoseok’s voice was harsh, his hips stuttering as my orgasm brought forth his own.

The high that overcame me was so intense, it tore a scream from me that was barely intelligible as his name. Hoseok released my throat to slap a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream.

“Shit.” He swore under his breath as his cock swelled inside me seconds before I could feel the warmth of his seed flood my inner walls.

The feeling of him cumming sent aftershocks through me, throwing me into another, much smaller and less intense orgasm. It didn’t wreck me any less though as I practically collapsed between the two of them. Namjoon caught me effortlessly. My fingers holding onto his forearms weakly as I tried to catch my breath. My legs felt like jello and my head was a jumbled mess. Hobi slid out of me, from the sound of his breathing it didn’t seem like he fared any better than I did.

“Damn and I thought Jin was the only one with a cum fetish, but that has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Hoseok steadied me, spreading my legs further apart as his cum leaked out of me to run down my thighs and drip to the floor. He brushed his fingers along my opening making me whimper at how sensitive I still was.

“I’m sorry princess.” He cooed, kissing any part of my face that wasn’t buried in Namjoon’s chest.

I turned my head to kiss him properly. His tongue caressing my own, and despite my exhaustion, the embers of desire were quickly building again. Hobi pulled back, giving me an affectionate smile.

“You still have someone to take care of. He’s been waiting patiently.”

It took a lot of energy, but I managed to lift my head enough to meet Namjoon’s eyes. His thumb rubbed my jaw, and he kissed my forehead softly.

“You don’t have to baby girl. I know that was a lot.”

I shook my head, gathering my bearings enough to stand on my own two feet before him. I raised my hands to cup his cheeks, pulling his face to mine to kiss him with as much fervor as he had kissed me earlier.

“Let me take care of you Joonie.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

His answering groan sent shivers through me as he connected our lips again. His hands cupped the backs of my thighs, lifting me into his arms as he spun us around to lay me on Hobi’s desk. He leaned back, letting Hoseok take his place over my head as the other man took it upon himself to give me a panty-melting kiss of his own. I felt Namjoon’s fingers glide up my inner thigh, forcing a whine out of me as he gathered Hobi’s seed on them and swirled his fingers over my entrance.

“Hobi did such a good job getting you nice and ready for me baby girl. You better thank him.”

Two of Namjoon’s fingers entered me making me gasp and lose contact with Hoseok’s kiss. Our eyes met, and it wasn’t until that moment that I realized how intimate this was between the three of us. Now that the raw and unbridled lust had somewhat curbed between Hoseok and I, there was an air of vulnerability in its place. An unspoken connection that we all shared. A palpable silence alluding to the amount of trust we had with each other to be in such close proximity like this.

“T-thank you.” I whispered.

That gorgeously bright smile that drew me in in the first place took residence on Hobi’s face. And with it, I could feel another piece of my heart dedicating itself to these men. Namjoon placed my feet on the edge of the desk, pushing my knees further apart and positioning himself between them. He settled the head of his cock against my pussy, gliding between my lips to lather himself in my own slick and what was left of Hoseok’s release.

“Relax for me baby girl.”

I wanted to obey, but fuck it was hard. No pun intended. Every nudge of the head of his cock against my opening sent a wave of anxiety through me. I had never seen a man as big as Namjoon before, let alone fucked one.

“Hoseok.” Namjoon called him again.

Hobi pulled away again briefly to grab something off the floor. It took me half a second to realize it was Namjoon’s tie that he had tossed away while undressing. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching curiously as he approached me.

“I’m going to take your mind off of Namjoon princess.”

He placed the tie over my eyes, knotting it securely behind my head. The lack of vision made my heart pound harder as I stressed my other senses to figure out what was happening. Hobi’s hands coasted from my hair, down my neck, to my breasts. Taking my nipples between his fingers and rolling them roughly. I whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily as Hoseok’s breath brushed over my ear.

“Focus on me Y/N.” he whispered, licking a path from my neck to that spot just under my ear that turned me to jelly beneath him.

Namjoon didn’t touch me apart from keeping my feet planted on the desk. Hoseok’s ministrations the only form of contact my mind was following. My breath came out harshly and my body practically liquefying as Hoseok sucked on my neck almost as hard as Jimin had. In that second, Namjoon saw his opening. My body relaxed and at the same moment, Namjoon surged forward, the head of his cock slipping in with ease along with an extra inch of his shaft. The burn was almost instantaneous.

I gasped, my pussy clenching around the intrusion. As much as it was uncomfortable, I begged for more, my cunt sucking him in further and letting him sink in a couple more inches. The stretch was intense, a strangled cry leaving my lips as I bit my bottom one to keep it at bay. Hobi’s fingers teased it out from between my teeth gently, whispering into my ear.

“None of that princess. Wouldn’t want you biting your pretty lips raw.”

One of Namjoon’s hands released my ankle to lay a hand on my stomach. His breathing was heavy, my ears more in tune with it since I couldn’t see him.

“You’re doing so good baby girl. Taking me so well.” He encouraged me softly.

“So big.” I whined, my body wiggling trying to cope with Namjoon’s invasion. “Too much.”

“You can take me baby girl. Hobi will help.”

My legs trembled as Namjoon lifted my feet off the desk and pushed them towards my chest. Hoseok leaned over me to grasp them behind my knees, holding them up for him. The new angle opened me further, and I could tell by the fullness in my core and Namjoon’s loud groan that he had slid in the rest of the way.

“Ah, fuck.”

I squeezed my eyelids tight behind the blindfold. Liquid fire ran through my veins and despite the pressure I was feeling between my legs, there was an underlying sense of pride knowing I had taken him. Namjoon didn’t move, opting to stand still while I adjusted around him. Hobi laid kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I turned my head as his face got closer, kissing him aggressively since it was the only thing I could do right now.

Hoseok moaned, his hand finding its way around my throat again, but rather than squeezing, he just held it there. Once again, being my anchor in the whirlpool of emotions trying to pull me under. With one leg now free, I wrapped it around Namjoon’s waist. My movement made his presence all the more prominent as he shifted inside me. There was still a burn, but it was a lot more bearable. Namjoon’s hand grabbed the meaty part of my thigh, nails digging into my skin. The bite of pain a delicious reprieve from the ache between my legs.

“Jesus. She’s so fucking tight.” The words sounded like they were forced between his teeth.

I attempted to tilt my hips, the urge to have him move overflowing as pleasure overtook everything again. He hissed, other hand coming down on my abdomen again.

“Namjoon. Move.” I moaned, my lips brushing against Hobi’s as I spoke.

The first thrust damn near sent me into a state of ecstasy, the second one did. Being completely overstuffed with him increased my sensitivity ten-fold, every stroke and drag through my walls sending tingles through me to settle in the pit of my stomach. My toes going numb as my blood circulation made the executive decision to forgo my extremities and provide more supply to my throbbing clit. Namjoon attempted to keep things under control, but his pace quickly deteriorated, thrusts becoming harder and faster the longer he fucked me.

My voice was loud in the otherwise quiet office, sounds being forced out of me in a high-pitched whine every time Joonie would plunge back into me. Hobi’s hand removed the blindfold swiftly before clapping over my mouth again, muffling my noises. I blinked rapidly, the lights above my head seeming too bright after being in the dark for that short while. Namjoon’s hand knocked Hobi’s out of the way, making sure both of my legs were securely wrapped around his hips as he sped up, hands holding onto my waist tightly.

His head fell back, his eyes closing and eyebrows pinching together in concentration as his hair that had once been meticulously slicked back had fallen out of its hold and hung into his eyes. Sweat began to bead on his skin and soft groans left his mouth bewitchingly. Hoseok’s fingers found my nipples again, tweaking them in time with the snap of Namjoon's hips. My body jerked and my words muffled against his palm.

“What was that princess?”

“I’m gonna cum. I can’t- I need more. Please.” I cried.

“Cum on me baby girl. Milk me of everything I can give you.” Namjoon rumbled.

He let go of my hip, fingers finding my clit easily as he fucked me harder. Rubbing against my oversensitive nub deftly as Hobi pinched my nipples. My orgasm drug me under suddenly, my eyes rolling back and body spasming as I choked on my moans. Namjoon’s thrusts grew frantic, body bucking helplessly against mine as he chased his own high before I came out of my mine. His hips stuttered, once, twice before he exploded inside me. Thick ropes of cum coating my walls and dripping out of me as he kept cumming.

“Fuck!” he shouted, hands slamming down on the desk on either side of me as he continued thrusting, riding it out.

The overstimulation was bordering painful again as a weak mewl escaped me. He stopped moving, dropping his head onto my chest that was heaving just as heavily as his was. Post-orgasm haze was a force to reckoned with. Almost instantly, I wanted to fall asleep, my mind slipping into a state of bliss, never wanting to leave the two men who cradled me gently. Namjoon’s hand cupped my cheek, guiding my gaze to his as he looked at me worriedly.

“You alright baby girl?”

“I’m perfect.” I slurred sleepily, nuzzling his hand.

Hoseok chuckled. “You may have broke her Joonie.”

Namjoon grunted, lifting off me. The action had him slide out of me. Even flaccid, the man was hung and I winced with the motion.

“Ouch.” I murmured with the soreness as I tried to move.

“Let me.”

Namjoon’s arms came under me, lifting me off the desk and carrying me to the sofa. He laid us down, me on top of him, head snuggled into his chest as Hoseok pulled his sweatpants back on. He made quick work of cleaning all three of us up, casting a wry smile to his desk.

“It may be safe to say my desk isn’t any better than our dining table at home now.”

Namjoon chuckled, I would have laughed too except I was beyond tired. My eyes quickly shutting despite my best efforts to keep them open. I felt someone drape a blanket over the two of us, most likely Hobi as he caressed my head and placed a soft kiss again my hair.

“So much for talking.” I heard Hobi say a bit sarcastically.

“Let her sleep. We can talk about it when she wakes up.” Namjoon replied.

I wanted to know what they were talking about. My exhaustion wasn’t having it though. My consciousness checked out only seconds after Namjoon spoke with me comfortably situated in his arms.

Chapter 43》

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all i need—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff, angst

pairing: jungkook x female!reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, crying (does that count??)

summary: sometimes, when the world becomes too much, all jungkook needs is you.

thanks to @alle-rtse for requesting this!!

you're used to jungkook coming home late from work. he's always been one to push himself far too hard, to practice the same dance over and over again until he can barely move. he's nothing short of a perfectionist, always dissatisfied, always convinced that he has to work harder—to just get that timing dead on, or that one note perfect.

he never does. nothing is ever good enough for him. it's always one more hour, one more practice, one more missed meal. which is why you're used to your boyfriend working into the early hours of the morning, coming home and sleeping for a few hours before repeating the same routine once more.

what you're not used to, however, is him seemingly forgetting about you entirely. he always makes a point to reply to your texts and wake you up just to kiss you goodnight, but that doesn't happen this time.

all of your messages are left unread, your calls unanswered. you eventually give up, moving into the bedroom and tucking yourself into bed, trying to ignore the tears forming in your eyes and the painful swelling in your chest. did you do something wrong? is he mad at you?

is he coming home at all tonight?

the sick feeling in your stomach persists until you fall asleep. but even as you stir awake at the sound of shuffling, it's still there.

"jungkook?" you whisper. you catch a glimpse of the digital alarm clock on your bedside table. it reads 3:18 AM.

in the quiet you discern the sound of sniffling, but he doesn't speak. you sit up against the pillow, watching as he pulls a spare t-shirt on with his back facing you.

"why are you home so late?"

he shrugs this time, proving that he's heard you. the anxiety ripples at this—he's definitely mad.

and then he turns around, head bowed so that his brown locks obsure his face. he climbs into bed and lays on his side, facing away from you.

you could go to sleep and leave it to the morning. you're tired, goddamnit, and if he's not going to talk to you, there's no point in trying. two years of dating him has taught you that if he doesn't want to talk about whatever's running through his head, he just won't.

but the feeling is still there, and you think that maybe it's not such a bad thing anymore, as it urges you to reach a gentle hand out and touch his shoulder.

he doesn't jerk away like you feared he would. instead, he exhales shakily.

"look at me, baby," you whisper.

he hesitates, then slowly flips onto his other side. even in the dim moonlight that pokes through the gaps in the blinds, you can recognise his swollen face and glistening eyes.

"oh, baby." you slide down next to him and run your fingers through his hair, the way that makes him shudder and melt at the same time. "talk to me. what's wrong?"

he shakes his head. briefly, you wonder if he's going to refuse, but then he says, "everything."

there's an unmistakable hitch in his voice. that one word seems to strike a nerve within him; his face scrunches up and more tears slip out of his eyes.

"everything's wrong?"

he nods and a muffled sob leaves his mouth. you pull him closer, hand moving to his nape and gently massaging the skin. shaky hands grip your waist, as if he's afraid that you might slip through his fingers if he were to loosen his hold.

"i just want to rest," he says, voice barely audible, "but i can't. i won't let myself. i just... i'm so exhausted, y/n."

something about his words makes the tears from earlier spill over. you take a deep breath, willing them away, and hold him with tender strength, now sharing the same worry that he might disappear the second you let go.

"i know, baby. i know. i'm here for you, alright?"

he only cries harder. you take his face in your hands; flushed cheeks, bloodshot eyes, damp skin. a pearly tear escapes from his eye and rolls down his cheek. you lean forward and capture it with your lips before it can reach the pillow.

jungkook giggles a little at this, the sound sweeter than any melody he could ever sing. you repeat the action, watching his eyelids flutter shut and long, dark lashes brush against his cheekbones as you kiss there, collecting the tears on your lips.

when you pull away, he's smiling. just a little, but it's a start. with a new sense of determination, you press pecks over every part of his face, then finish with a swift kiss to his lips.

"my lips are all wet now," you complain with mock annoyance.

jungkook giggles again. his eyes begin to slowly close, the smile still playing on his moist lips. "i'm sorry if i worried you. i thought i could do this by myself but i can't. i thought all i needed was me but... but all i need is you."

"that's so cheesy."

he pouts, but his sad expression quickly morphs into one of amusement. "you're so cheesy."

"i'm always here if you need me. you know that, right?"

he nods, eyes still shut. "i know."

sleep takes jungkook in a matter of seconds. you stay awake, listening to his steady breaths until you're assured that he's okay. everything he said echoes in your mind, but you try to push the worries out. words and concerns and tears can wait for later, all he needs now is you by his side.

and all you need is him.