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🌷I have to say that Namjoon being our couple's cupid was such a standout character that I wanted to see more of him 😁. I could just imagine him wriggling his eyebrows teasing Yoongi about his unrequited feelings. Speaking of, I love unrequited aus where the character is thrown in this situation they can't say NO to because they want to experience it all, but oh the agony when the blissful moments end. I like that it all started with Yoongi's perspective and I absolutely have no idea what OC might be going through until that end part. It felt a bit "cool", even during the smut scenes, only because I am just seeing how all these are making Yoongi crazy physically and emotionally (and with OC, just seems a physical experiment). But it's all good, because we get to suffer along with Yoongi until that moment OC finally had her chance to share her side.

Illicit Favors | MYG | Oneshot

Pair: Min Yoongi x f!reader

Summary: When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

Genre: ONESHOT. Fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au. Friends to Lovers.

Warnings: Producer Yoongi, virgin and inexperienced reader, teaching-sex au. From Yoongi’s POV. Yoongi is relatable and slightly overthinks and is a little socially awkward, but he’s whipped for her and cute as fuck. There’s lots of smut in this. Long hair Yoongi. Side pairing Jikook. Some text messages edited, but not a smau.

A/N: Happy birthday to our favorite cat boy! The love of our lives, the man who gets proposals on the daily!

WC: 29k.

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SEPTEMBER 18TH | 19:35

Ever since Yoongi met you at a coffee shop four years ago, when you simply asked him to look after your computer while you used the bathroom, coming back with an orange muffin for him as a ‘thank you’, visiting him in the studio wasn’t a rare feature in itself for you. But Yoongi knew those eyes.

Even in emoji form, the pleading, puppy-kitty eyes told him you wanted something from him. And, chances were, you’d get it. No matter what it was. From picking you up in the middle of the night because you were craving convenience store corn dogs, to going to the bulk supermarket with you once a month because the prices were better and he could reach things you simply could not.

It didn’t help that he had a spring in his step as he got up from his rolling chair and walked to the door of his production studio, quickly typing out the code that unlocked it. And there you were, standing in the slightly dark hallway, heavy backpack thrown precariously over a shoulder –even if he always told you to put on both straps, lest your back get crooked–, a pout on your lips and the perfect copy of the aforementioned pleading eye emoji.

You were already stepping out of your shoes, knowing Yoongi didn’t like them inside his space, and throwing your arms around his middle as you hid your face on his chest. Now that wasn’t a common occurrence at all. Yoongi didn’t like people in his personal space, a fact you very much knew and respected. Then again, you weren’t just people.

“What happened?” he asked, arms wrapping around your smaller frame almost instantly, resisting the urge to sniff the top of your head.

“Kibhamun.” was your muffled reply, making him chuckle.

“What was that?”

“Kim Namjoon.” you corrected, pulling away from him to step into the studio properly, placing your bag on the floor as you dropped to his couch.

Ah, yes, Kim Namjoon.

Yoongi’s best friend, the chairman of a family run publishing company.

Call it nepotism, but Yoongi had introduced the two of you and put in a good word for you, so that his dongsaeng would read your manuscript; the one you had been working on on that fateful day at the coffee shop. To this day, Yoongi still insisted you got a publishing contract –and now had three books out in bookstores of South Korea– all on your own.

Namjoon took every opportunity to tease Yoongi about his obvious crush on you, which was a small price to pay for not only the friendship that blossomed between you and Joon, but for the fact you were able to kickstart your career as a writer.

“I'm trashing my book.” you said with the jutting out of your bottom lip, folding your arms on your chest and your legs under you.

“What–why? You were so excited to hand in the new chapters last week.” Yoongi sat down on the couch beside you, with one seat cushion still between you. His brows were knitted together as he wondered just how wrong your meeting with your editor had gone down this afternoon.

“Yes, but your best friend changed that.” you grumbled with a tiny shrug of your shoulders, leaning sideways against the couch to lay your head on the backrest.

With a sigh and the tilting of his head to mimic yours, Yoongi asked: “What did he do now?”

“He said my new chapters are shit.”

“He did not say that.” Yoongi reasoned.

He was the blunt one of the two, there’s no way Namjoon would ever say something of that nature to you. If your chapters were bad, he’d give you pointers and ways of making them better. But you were resolute.

“Not with so many words, but the sentiment was there!” you complained with a pretty pout that made Yoongi’s gaze flit to your plump lips.

“What happened, doll?” he asked, a little softer, knowing how to work you into telling him what really happened.

You sighed dramatically, back straightening as you looked down to your hands on your lap. Yoongi followed the movement, watching how you fiddled with the ring on your middle finger of your left hand; it had belonged to your grandma once, he knew, and you always wore it when you needed that little extra pick-me-up.

“Apparently I can't write smut.” you told him so quietly he barely heard you.

Your new book, the one you’ve been working on for the past three months, had adult scenes in it. Not necessary essential to the plot but not gratuitous fucking either. Just something to spice it up, to open up to a different market. You were never scared of trying something new and Yoongi admired that.

Yoongi himself was the kind of person that never even changed his coffee order, sticking to it forever when he found the one he liked. You were brave and adventurous, while Yoongi liked his routine and comfort zone.

“What makes you say that?” he asked you once you didn’t elaborate.

“Joon said I got many things wrong. I believe his exact words were 'it doesn't happen like that, that's not how it tastes, or how it feels’–” you said with a roll of your eyes, which made Yoongi bite back a chuckle. But then your fire was aimed at him: “You've read the chapters! Why didn't you tell me it was shit?!”

“It wasn't shit–”

How could he tell you the reason he didn't notice some things were off was because when reading your smut, all he could do was picture you? And him. In the various situations you wrote in rich descriptions. Like a fucking creep, he got off to his friend's writing.

“Yeah, well, I'm a fraud.”

“You're not a fraud, doll.” the pet name he had for you came out a lot more natural now than the first few times he blurted them out on slips of the tongue, but it still made his neck flush.

��No, no, Joon is right. I know he wasn't trying to hurt me, and I don't want to publish something bad either.” you insisted, quieting the fidgeting of your hands after turning the ring on your finger a few times. “Just... he said I should write from experience.”

“Oh. Yeah, that usually helps when writing lyrics, too.”

Yoongi felt cold sweat clinging to his back as he wouldn’t want to read about your sex adventures, if you started writing about them in your new book. Some of the things you wrote about were pretty wild, Yoongi could only imagine what you were up to in your private life. You never really told him about it, but he guessed it was something you shared with your girlfriends. Or Jimin. Not with him.

“That’s the problem.” again, you spoke too quietly. “I don't have them.”

“Don’t have what?” he asked with the nervous nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip.

“The experiences to write about.” you supplied with a small grit of your teeth, as if you were pretending you weren’t the one saying those words.

“Sure you do. I'm sure you can change a few things to make it fit the plot–”

“No, Yoon.” you interrupted, crestfallen, rubbing your hands on your thighs in what should be a self soothing manner. “I haven't... Done anything.”

The weight of those news was shocking to him, but Yoongi tried not to let it show in his face. He watched you for a while, too, trying to decide if you were joking or trying to pull one on him, but your pink cheeks of embarrassment were too real and you weren’t that good of an actress.

It just didn’t really make sense to him. You were a few years younger than him, but not by much, and you were so pretty and clearly attractive. Whenever he agreed to go to a night out with your group –most likely being dragged out by a lying Hoseok that told him it would be chill– guys hit on you all the time, much to his own chagrin.

“Ever?” Yoongi hushed with a frown. This whole conversation had his forehead hurting from how confused he was.

“Ever.” you shook your head, a stray piece of hair moving out of place and Yoongi’s fingers flexed in want to fix it. “I'm not ashamed of it, okay? I'm also not saving myself for marriage or anything. I just never had a boyfriend and I didn't want to just hook up with a stranger for a night.”

“Yeah, no, that's... dangerous.” he agreed with a single nod of his own.

“Mhm! I mean, I thought that would happen with Jungkook the night we met. He was nice enough and just my type.” you said, not meaning much by it, but damn if it didn’t feel like a punch in the gut. Ouch. “But he turned out to be gay and only chatted with me to get to Jimin.”

“Yeah, I remember that.” Yoongi was there the night Jungkook showed up in their lives and would later become part of their small group and subsequently Jimin’s boyfriend.

“I don't know what to do, Yoon. I had so many hopes and plans for this book!” you cried, a hand running through your hair in frustration.

“I know, maybe... maybe you should read more smut? To be able to write it better?” he tried, but it only made you huff.

“If you look at my search history you'll think I’m a sex addict that should get an intervention.” you shook your head. “I’ve read it all.”

“Didn't Joon give you some advice? Isn't that his job as your editor?”

Yoongi might need to have a chat with his bestie, as his job was to help you out, not leave you feeling lost and defeated. Yoongi knew first hand how happy you were with your latest project, all of the twists and turns you had planned for it. And here you were, sulking on his couch, questioning whether or not you should throw it out.

“He did, and I'm starting to think he's right.” you said, and it gave Yoongi a glimmer of hope, giving up on scolding Namjoon. At least for now.

“There we go, what did he say?”

“He said that if I don't have any experiences to write about, then I should create some.” you avoided Yoongi's eyes as you said it, which didn’t help his choking on air.

“He said what–”

“It makes sense.” you insisted, gathering your courage to finally look at him.

“It does not– you can't possibly think that going out to find someone random to be your first is a good idea!” Yoongi couldn’t help how worked up he was getting over this. The mere hypothesis of you getting out there to find someone to lose your virginity to just for the sake of experiences was making his blood boil. “It's dangerous, and borderline traumatizing, and you can't expect to write well after that–”

“No, that's not what he said at all!” you waved a hand in the air, reaching for his arm with the other. Your touch was firm, but gentle at the same time. As you wanted to make sure he understood. “Joon didn’t mean I should find someone random.”

There Yoongi went, with the choking again. Because your eyes… Those eyes that were the front door to your soul. They told him so much. And Yoongi was slightly scared to read what they were trying to tell him at that moment.

“He said I should consider talking to a friend.” you continued after Yoongi didn’t say anything, but your hand stayed in his arm. “Someone I trust, someone I know won't use me, and that won't let things get awkward after.”

Okay, Yoongi would have to have that chat with Namjoon afterall. He could just about imagine his best friend sitting in his suburban house right now, with a drink in his hand, chuckling to himself, thinking he was a mastermind.

Of course he planned all of this. Namjoon knew of Yoongi’s feelings for you, and he knew that he’d be the one you’d come to with this. He just hadn’t decided if Namjoon was trying to play cupid or pull a prank on him.

“You're considering it?” Yoongi asked, not wanting to believe what was happening right now.

“I've decided. I'm either doing that or throwing the whole book away and starting something else.” you sounded so sure of yourself that Yoongi really started to worry. “Which would just be stressful, because I'm already way into the deadlines. So what's it gonna be?”

“Wha-why are you asking me?” Yoongi’s heart was going a mile a minute inside his chest, and it most definitely wasn’t the caffeine he’d been drinking all day.

“Are you going to make me say it?” you pleaded, squeezing his bicep just once.

“Yes, because I don’t know what you want from me.” he wheezed.

“I trust you.”

“No, you're not serious. You want me to–”

“Teach me, yeah.” you assured him, tugging on the sleeve of the cardigan he was wearing. “Or at least have those experiences with me so that I know how things work.”

Yoongi was about to start hyperventilating. Maybe he had drunk so much coffee all his adult life that it didn’t work on him anymore and he fell asleep on his desk and this was all a dream. Because there’s no way in hell that the girl he had a crush on for the past four years –yet wasn’t brave enough to do something about it– was asking him to–

“Are you even attracted to me?!” his voice came out more high pitched than he wanted, making him cough behind his fist.

With a deadpan, you stated: “I have eyes, Yoongi.”

“And also a nose and a mouth, what does that have to do with anything?”

“I think you're hot!” you specified with a giggle and Yoongi went back to the dream axiom. “Especially ever since you decided to let your hair grow long. And I like your face.”

“Thanks.” it should have come out as sarcasm, but his face was too red and the word sounded too breathy.

“And you’re... strong and tall.” you continued, eyes obviously settling on the width of his chest.

“Hoseok is taller, why didn't you ask him?” Yoongi didn’t mean to ask that, not one bit, not for a second. It was just one of those things that came out of his mouth when he was nervous.

“I can. I'll go to him after I leave here, if you really say no.” you were clearly taken aback, hand finally dropping from his arm as you pulled back just a little further away from him. You blinked a few times before offering him an awkward smile. “Which you're already doing. Yeah, sorry, no, I just assumed that you'd be up for it because, after Jimin, you're my closest friend. But I guess being close to someone doesn't mean you're attracted to them? God, this is awkward, I don't know why I just assumed that.”

You were getting up and Yoongi was panicking. Because he didn’t want you to think that he wasn’t attracted to you, and he didn’t want to offend you. But, above all, he didn’t want you to bring this to Hoseok.

Because Hoseok might say yes.

Honestly, not many people he knows would ever say no to you.

“Wait, that's not what I meant.” Yoongi insisted as you were already standing and on the way of going after your backpack.

“No, Yoon, it's fine!” you waved him off, as if trying to take the burden you had dropped on him off. “Might be better to do it with someone I'm not that close to, anyway. I'll try Hobi.”

“Doll, stop, hang on.” Yoongi reached for your wrist as you walked in front of him and you stopped your stride. “Let me consider this.”

“You don't have to.” you repeated, but didn't take your wrist from his grasp and didn’t walk away.

“What is it you want, exactly? And please be honest with me, so we both know what we're getting ourselves into here and so there's no misunderstandings.” if he was even entertaining the idea of saying yes to this crazy plan, then he needed you to be as straightforward as possible.

“I haven't thought this far? But I guess we could do stuff.”

“I said to be specific.” Yoongi pressed.

You huffed and, dare he say, squirmed, as you sat down on the couch again, this time closer to him. “I mean, would you fuck me? You know, so I know how it works? And, uhm. Stuff?”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah, we should probably start with, like... Kissing. Handjobs? I'd like to suck you off if you're okay with that?”

Nevermind his dreaming theory, Yoongi might have died and this was his personal version of heaven. Or maybe hell, depending how long it would take for you to start laughing in his face, saying that Namjoon was right and he would fall for it. But that wasn’t like you at all, too sweet and nice for your own good, and –despite his little hours of sleep and caffeine intake– Yoongi was pretty healthy to have died all of a sudden.

“You can't be serious.” Yoongi was still incredulous.

“I am! And I can ask Hobi, you don't have to feel pressured.” you told him as the wrist he was still holding on to finally slipped from his grasp, but just so you could hold his hand instead. “Even though this is all Namjoon’s fault and you're the one who introduced me to him and so this is also your fault, and I think you should fix it.”

There it was, the arguments, the innocent guilt trip, your special little way of getting Yoongi to do what you wanted, while not actually forcing him to do anything he didn’t want. And this? You? This was something he wanted. For a really long time. This might not be the way he ever thought he would get to be with you, but if anything, Yoongi was an opportunist.

And he wasn’t about to let you walk into the studio next door to ask Hoseok to do this favor for you. He’d never forgive himself if he let you walk away now, if he handed you over to one of his closest friends. You might fall in love with each other, get married, and make Yoongi give a speech during the ceremony. You might even name your first born after Yoongi.

“So.” you squeezed his hand, looking at the difference in size of your palms. “What do you say?”

“You're crazy. But if you're gonna do this anyway.” his shrug was supposed to be nonchalant.

“Yes! Yoon, thank you! Okay, so what do we do? I promise I'll pay attention!” your excitement made him chuckle, despite the weight of reality slowly sinking in, and untamed butterflies going haywire in his stomach.

“Calm down, we're not starting right now.”

He needed time to let this new reality settle and tame his anxiety and the voices in his head that were screaming at him. Besides making a list of everything that could go wrong by having agreed with this.

“Right, I should probably shave down there.” you said with a side pout, as if you were thinking hard about what you had to do to prepare.

“You– that's not a problem.” Yoongi wanted to make sure you understood you were perfect, just as natural as you wanted to be, but he couldn’t just say that. “Just do what you feel comfortable with, this is not about me. You shouldn't have to worry about things like that, unless you want to.”

“Okay. I should still get on the pill, right?” you asked him, too innocently for the type of conversation you were having.

“I mean... maybe? You should talk to your doctor about it?” he had no idea really, as that question made Yoongi wonder just how much you needed help with. “There are side effects and long term commitments with that kind of stuff, that you shouldn't put yourself through just for a few experiences? And I'll get tested too, just so you're sure I'm clean.”

“I trust you, Yoon, I don't want you to go through that trouble.”

“It's no trouble, really, I've been meaning to do it anyways, just to be safe.” not that his own sex life was a particularly crazy one at that, and he always wore a condom.

“This is exciting. Nerve-wracking but exciting.” you giggled, looking at him as your fingers gently traced his knuckles.

This was the longest you had ever touched each other, even if it was just a simple hand holding. And his insides were already churning and he felt like he could pass out at any given moment, blood wasn’t reaching all the way to his brain apparently. He couldn’t even comprehend what it would be like to be intimate with you.

“I'm glad you think so.” he said with a low chuckle.

“Now we just... set up a time and place?”

“Mhmm.” he nodded, as there wasn’t much else he could do with how mentally frozen he was.

“Okay, but I really want to start fixing these chapters, so can you give me something today?” you asked sheepishly, fingers tightening around his.

“What?”

“Can you show me how to kiss?” was your request, and Yoongi’s eyes fell to your mouth on command.

“You've kissed before.” it wasn’t a question, but an affirmation. In fact, Yoongi had seen you kiss someone before.

It was years ago, during a stupid game of truth or dare –which was Jimin’s idea– during one of Taehyung’s house parties. Namjoon had thought it would be a good idea to make the two of you play, no doubt another ploy to get something to happen between the two of you. But luck was never on Yoongi’s side and you were dared to kiss another guy; some dude named Seo-joon that Tae knew from acting class.

“Yeah, but it was never satisfactory and I lack skills.” you told him, bringing him back to the present. “Besides, it might be good to break the ice. Make sure things don’t get awkward between us after I leave.”

“Why would things get awkward–”

“Are you saying you’re not going to overthink everything that just happened as soon as I walk out of this studio?” you challenged with a little grin and Yoongi rolled his eyes. “That’s what I thought.”

“Alright, I’ll kiss you.” he agreed, and there’s no way he ever thought he’d be saying those words to you.

“Gee, Yoon, thanks.” you were giggling as you got up from the couch to stand in the middle of the studio. “Try to pretend to be into it, at least.”

If you only knew.

Yoongi got up on wobbly legs, but pretended to stretch his back to get his body work properly. Walking the two steps it took to reach you was the most nerve wrecking course he ever had to take. But at least you looked as nervous as he felt, even if you were doing your best to mask it.

You stood in front of each other, awkwardly staring at one another, hands on your sides. And Yoongi knew he had to move. He had to take the lead, he was the one meant to be showing you how things worked, of course you wouldn’t take the first step. And unless he wanted you to change your mind and actually go to Hoseok instead, he had to act fast.

“Do you need a step by step guide?” he asked in a low voice, as if sharing a secret.

“I know how it works, I’m not that inexperienced.” you giggled, hitting his chest playfully.

Yoongi took your wrist as your hand landed on his chest in your pillowy light attempt of provoking him, bringing your hand up to rest it on the back of his neck. He didn’t miss the way your breath hitched, or your giggles replaced a soft gasp as his other arm circled your waist to bring your body flush against his, or even how your fingers softly threaded through the long hairs at his nape.

A lot was on the line when it came to this kiss, Yoongi realized wearily. It would be your first kiss together, something he only ever daydreamed about before. And it would set the tone for your future interactions. You could just as well change your mind after it, and it would not only be a blow to his self-esteem, but also his pride.

“It’s just me.” you said in a meek voice that did nothing to calm his nerves.

“I know.”

That’s the problem, he wanted to say.

Yoongi’s free hand touched the side of your face to tilt it up towards him, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. With a teeny sigh, your eyes fluttered closed and Yoongi took that chance to study your face, as he had never seen you so up close like this before. Even if you changed your mind later, he still committed your every trace, every little detail about you that he possibly could.

From your dark, long lashes that kissed the apples of your cheeks, to the outline of your cupid’s bow and your plump bottom lip. As you were about to open your eyes again, Yoongi pressed his lips to yours and you pulled back. Not enough for your mouths to part, but with a little surprised reaction. Thankfully, and before Yoongi’s anxieties could settle in, you moved closer to him again, pulling him towards you by the back of his neck.

Yoongi’s lips started moving against yours, hesitantly, but his second guessing went out the non-existing windows of his studio as you followed his lead and moved yours along with his.

Your mouths moved together slowly, his tongue sliding between his lips to lick between yours and you crooned; a small sound that Yoongi didn’t want to focus on, unless he wanted all of his blood to run south.

“Relax your jaw for me.” Yoongi mumbled, not wanting to go too far.

Your hand tensed on his neck as your breath grew a little heavier and you did just as he requested, lips parting wider so his tongue could finally slip into your mouth. Yoongi cradled your face by your jaw, feeling it move as your tongues brushed together.

He could taste your peach flavored lip balm and right then he decided it was his favorite flavor in the world. Your other hand was resting on his chest and Yoongi wondered if you could feel just how fast his heart was beating as you tipped your head sideways so he could deepen the kiss.

It made his own hand slip to the back of your neck, hold turning firm as he kept you in place to lick around your mouth, exploring it as if he wanted to map it out.

You pulled away first, having a hard time breathing, which did wonders for Yoongi’s swelling pride, but he wasn't ready to let you go just yet, acting on instinct and taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

It was worth it as your surprised gasp turned into a moan, making the man smirk. It eventually made him let go of your lip and he watched as your eyes opened; as blown out as his probably were.

“That was… Good, right?” you asked in a breathy tone that Yoongi wanted to hear more of.

“Really good, yeah.” he nodded, so close to your face, hands still holding you close. “If the rest of it is anything like this, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

SEPTEMBER 23RD | 17:41

Yoongi’s apartment wasn’t the biggest one, but his producer salary allowed him to have enough room to fit all of his friends comfortably whenever they decided to use his place as a hang out spot. Is not that he hated to have friends over, if anything Yoongi really enjoyed hosting and cooking for everybody. But the bunch could get rowdy, and Yoongi was left cleaning up the aftermath alone most of the time.

The group-chat had decided that their Saturday plans should include movie night at Yoongi’s place, just because of his soundproof walls and surround sound system that matched his big flat screen TV. Yoongi enjoyed few things in life, not really one to flaunt his status as one of the most sought out Korean producers of present times, but he was proud of his entertainment set up.

A light rain was falling outside, the pitter patter of the drops of the early autumn falls being drawn out by the music video playing on the television as he and his so-called-best-friend organized the living room before the rest of the group arrived.

“I don't know why you're mad at me.” Namjoon was saying as he pulled out the seat cushions of Yoongi’s dark gray couch to make it just a little longer and more comfortable to be laid on for the duration of the movie.

“Really.” Yoongi deadpanned from the kitchen as he rummaged through his food cupboard in search of the kind of microwavable popcorn you liked. “You have nooo idea?”

“I mean, yeah, sure, I might have acted with mischief, but I meant what I said–”

“In what world did you think that telling her to find someone to have sex with was a good idea?” Yoongi finally snapped, letting the popcorn packets drop to the kitchen island with a smack. “What if she went after some rando at a club?”

“I see your point, hyung, but she didn't!” Namjoon tried to apologize by doing a better job of fluffing the cushions. “She went after you!”

“Thank fuck for that.”

Namjoon stepped away from the couch to look at his OCD-friendly set up, making sure the decorative cushions were symmetrically parted from each other and the wool blankets Yoongi always had laying around were folded in perfect squares. Yoongi liked his apartment to be a little on the colder side, and he wasn’t ready to let go of summer just yet, but he also got cold easily.

“Shouldn't you be thankful that you got to kiss the girl of your dreams?” Namjoon turned to his older friend, walking to the kitchen to inspect the snacks that were already littering the dark marble island. “And you'll be doing a lot more than that–”

“I don’t know if I am.” Yoongi confessed with a sigh, which picked Namjoon’s curiosity.

“Why not?”

“She– It’s been a week and nothing else happened.” Yoongi shrugged, as if trying to downplay it and mask his disappointment.

“Haven’t you seen each other again since that day at your studio?” Namjoon leaned over the island to read the label on the honey and mustard chips, but his attentive eyes always went back to him.

“We have. We were never alone, though, because Jimin and Jungkook were there when we had takeout, and then everyone was at Jin's on game night.” Yoongi recalled all of the times he managed to see you during this past week.

“True, but you did look closer during game night.” Namjoon offered, but Yoongi scoffed. “I'm serious! She was always touching your arm, sitting closer to you... hugging you when you scored a point.”

“She's always like that with everyone, I'm not reading into it.” Yoongi refused to see things where there weren’t, because he knew that he would be the one broken hearted at the end of whatever this was.

“Yeah, but she wasn't like that with you.” Namjoon pointed out.

“Because she knows I'm not clingy like the rest of you.” Yoongi rebutted.

“She picked you to be on her team, and you're a bad player!”

“Hey!”

“Am I wrong?” Namjoon arched an eyebrow, dropping the bag of chips back onto the counter, which made Yoongi flinch, thinking about the broken snacks. “Didn’t think so. She usually goes for Kook because that kid is good at everything.”

“Of course, just something else I come second in.”

Yoongi didn’t mean to sound so bitter. He didn’t even intend on speaking out loud in the first place. But he did, and Namjoon raised an eyebrow at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” his friend prodded, and Yoongi had no choice but to turn his back and pretend to be searching for something as he replied:

“She said Jungkook is her type.”

“Really? So... gay af, pouts like a baby, dresses like a hobo most of the time?” Namjoon chuckled fondly of the maknae of their weird friend group.

“I think it's more like muscles, piercings and tattoos.” he couldn’t sound more dejected if he tried.

“Is that why you're wearing your hoops again?” Namjoon’s laughter grew louder, pointing at his own pierced ears as he looked at Yoongi’s. “And why are you going to the gym again?”

“No– how do you know I went to the gym?”

“Hobi told me he ran into you. It's cool though. I’m not here to judge.”

Namjoon better not judge him, as he was the one to get Yoongi in this mess in the first place. Yeah, he had unrequited feelings for you, and yeah, he imagined plenty of what if scenarios where he grew the balls to ask you out, or make a move on you. But was this the way his friend had to help him out? By planting ideas in your head and making you offer him something like this?

Yoongi’s heated thought process was interrupted as his phone started to buzz inside his pants pocket and his heart skipped a beat when he read the name on the notifications.

“Oof, that friendzone gotta hurt.” Namjoon said, over Yoongi’s shoulder. His height gave him an advantage that was almost as annoying as his nosy tendencies.

“I swear to fucking god–” Yoongi rasped, shutting his phone and shoving it in his pocket.

“Hey, at least you might get a handy today, huh?” the younger man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, running away before Yoongi could throw a bag of chips on his head. “And clearly your kiss can't have been that bad, if she's coming to you for help again.”

“Not helping, Joonah.”

Your text did light him up a little bit, and Namjoon wasn’t all that wrong. If you were asking him for help with whatever it was you needed, you didn’t change your mind about this, and you didn’t go to someone else for it; friend or foe.

You didn’t specify just what you needed help with, but Yoongi took a longer shower just in case, scrubbing his body from top to bottom, brushing his teeth just a little harder, blow drying his hair just a little fluffier. Just in case.

You might just ask him questions and not actually want to do anything, but on the off chance that you did, Yoongi wanted to be ready for you.

He wasn’t proud to say that he spent just a little longer inside his decent sized closet deciding on what to wear. Yoongi didn’t want to try too hard, as it would make things too obvious, but he also didn’t think sweats and a white t-shirt were good enough either. But then again, if Jeon Jungkook was your ideal type, maybe he could grab oversized black clothes and call it a night.

“Everyone is already here, hyung.” Namjoon said from the outside of his door, and that’s when Yoongi started to rush.

He ended up picking a pair of jeans with holes on the knees, but that was nicely fitted on his hips, and a soft blue sweater with some green at the end of the sleeves. Hoping he didn’t go too hard on his favorite cologne, Yoongi left his bedroom to find the seven of you already taking over his living room and kitchen space.

Jimin and Taehyung were being disgusting on his couch, giggling as they looked over something on the former’s phone. Jungkook and Seokjin were sitting on the floor, looking up at the TV as they clearly searched for something to watch tonight. Hoseok and Namjoon were in the kitchen, helping you make popcorn.

Microwave popcorn shouldn’t be so hard that it took three people to make it, but you had a routine. You hated it when you took it out too early, meaning half the corn didn’t have time to pop, but it was even worse to leave it in the machine for too long so that it burned. So it took one of you sniffing for any hint of burnt popcorn, another one to pilot the STOP and ON buttons, and a third one listening in for the popping sounds.

And, of course, it took giving you a good look over to almost stop Yoongi’s heart altogether.

Just because you had no business looking so damn pretty all the time.

Today you were wearing one of Yoongi’s favorite styles on you; a lilac suede overall dress that made you look like a cute gardener with a long sleeved shirt under it. Your hair was falling in soft waves, as if you had taken the time to style them before coming, which made Yoongi wonder if you had the same thought process as he had.

“Hyung! There you are!” Hoseok announced his presence for everyone to hear, in that chirpy way of his, and Yoongi’s ears burned a little as the attention of the room landed on him. “The popcorn is almost– wait, wait, stop!”

“Stopping!” you announced, clicking on the button to pause the microwave. “That was a close one, commander.”

Yoongi couldn’t help the little chuckle he let out while watching you and his two best friend’s dramatics, shoulders shaking a little, gums probably out for the others to see.

“Have you gotten from here, Joon?” you turned to the taller man, who nodded while taking the last popcorn packet from the microwave.

You turned towards Yoongi again, who seemed frozen in place until that very moment. You grabbed the three tubs of popcorn that were already ready and took them with you to the couch, nodding your head for Yoongi to follow you. And he was a little socially awkward by nature, but he didn’t think he made a fool out of himself as the others knew he was more on the quiet side most of the time.

“Alright, who let the maknaes choose the movie?” you were saying as you stepped on the soft black rug that took over half of the living room.

“Who are you calling a maknae–” Seokjin threw a glare over his shoulder, one you answered with a scrunch of your nose.

“What’s wrong with our movie taste, noona?” Jungkook asked you, about to pout.

You handed Jungkook and Seokjin a tub of popcorn, and another one to Taehyung and Jimin, keeping the last one for yourself as you sat down in the middle of the couch, having to scoot a little awkwardly as if your overall-dress made it hard for you to move.

“The problem is not your taste in movies, but you never agree on anything.” Yoongi supplied, making you nod in agreement. “Jungkook-ah is going to either pick a superhero movie that we’ve all seen before, or a horror movie, and hyung will be too scared to watch anything with serial killers or ghosts and shit.”

“That’s because I live alone and have an old man's bladder and don’t like having to run from demons on the way back from the bathroom, in the middle of the night, thank you very much!” Seokjin complained in that rushed way of his, making you giggle.

Namjoon and Hoseok joined the rest of you in the living room, with the last tub of popcorn. The packs of chips and other snacks were already on the center table, alongside glasses of soda.

Yes, Yoongi was still standing, but that’s because he always had to be the last one to sit down. Everyone always complained that they didn’t know how to work the lighting system of his smart home, and Yoongi had to be the one to dim the lights low enough so the television was the focus point, but not dark enough that they couldn’t see anything else.

When Yoongi finally made his way to the couch, everyone was already paired up and laying down with their snacks of choice.

Jimin had exchanged his best friend for his boyfriend and was now sitting between Jungkook’s legs, resting against his chest. Tae was still sitting beside them, never minding the third willing. You were right in the middle of the couch, where it was your preferred spot. Hoseok was right next to you, followed by Namjoon and Seokjin.

Before Yoongi could walk to the edge of the couch, to join the hyung, you spoke:

“Hobi, can you scoot over a little?” you asked the man with little taps to his thigh. “Come sit next to me, Yoon.”

The living room was silent as everyone stared at Yoongi once again, just another proof that the only person oblivious to his feelings toward you was, well, you. But at least Yoongi wasn’t completely awkward when it came to you; there was no stumbling, no hesitating, no fumbling around as space was opened on the sofa so he could sit between you and Hoseok.

You handed him the popcorn you were about to share as you unfolded one of the wool blankets and threw it over your legs, more concerned about covering your legs and getting comfortable than actually escaping the cold. While the younger boys bickered over the final movie choice and which sound configuration was best for the settled genre, the three other guys started a heated discussion over something political they heard on the news.

When Yoongi looked at you, you were already looking at him.

“I like your ripped pants.” you said with an easy smile, reaching to slip two fingers inside the wide holes on his knees. “Didn’t know you had things like this.”

“That’s because hyung’s fashion sense only includes either a blazer and white shirt or dress pants and a hoodie.” Jimin teased from the other side.

“I’m sorry I’m not into Chelsea boots and skinny jeans.” Yoongi scoffed, which wasn’t really a jab at Jimin’s fashion sense. Even Yoongi could admit the blonde man knew how to dress better than most.

“You’re forgiven.” Jimin was grinning, which was noticeable even in the dimmed atmosphere of the room.

Your fingers were still tracing random patterns on his knee as you said: “Don’t listen to Jiminie, I like your style.”

“Thanks. I like yours too.” he said, which somehow made you giggle.

“You don’t think I look like a little girl?” you asked in what must have been a moment of self doubt.

“Nah, just cute.”

You smiled appreciatively at him, throwing half of the blanket over Yoongi’s legs so you could share. He handed you the tub with popcorn and the movie finally started; the thumping of the bass from the intro not the only thing making his heart accelerate.

The group ended up deciding on a new movie with a few known actors, like IU –the only woman Jungkook would ever turn straight for–, no demons to scare Seokjin, and no blood to make Taehyung queasy.

The drama wasn’t Yoongi’s particular cup of tea, but he wouldn’t be paying attention to it anyways. Not when you felt so warm sitting so close to him, smelling so good. And not when his brain was filled with the possibilities of what was coming next, after everyone had left.

You and Yoongi shared the popcorn, hands brushing every now and then as if you were in a teen movie. You didn’t seem to notice it, however, engrossed in the movie. You had tears in your eyes during some of the more emotionally heavy scenes, but held them in pretty well.

While you could.

Thirty minutes into the movie and the popcorn was over, the tub resting somewhere on the floor, and you were aggressively wiping tears from your eyes with your sleeves.

“Just let her keep her baby.” you said under your breath, moving your arm under Yoongi’s so you could hug it like a safety blanket, cheek pressed hard against his shoulder. “They will be okay, right?”

“Mhm, yeah. Everything is going to be fine.”

Yoongi had no way of knowing that, especially when it came to this kind of movie. But he’d be damned if he didn’t try to soothe you. You nodded softly in response, snuggling into his arm a little harder, pressing your body to his completely. You were exactly like this, Yoongi told himself. You’d be clinging to whoever was sitting next to you, and it just so happened to be him.

That was okay, he told himself as he quietly sniffed your hair, because, at least right now, it was him you were clinging to.

SEPTEMBER 23RD | 22:15

It wasn’t surprising the way Yoongi was a lot more relaxed by the end of the movie, but it was a little shameful that he grew more and more at ease as his friends started to take their leave. Yoongi dealt better with smaller groups of people at a time, even if he loved every one of his friends; yes, even Jungkook and all his piercings and tattoos. It wasn’t the maknae’s fault that you were apparently so attracted to him when you first met.

Hell, even Yoongi caught himself gawking at Jungkook whenever he put a little more effort into looking good; like when he combed his hair off his forehead, or wore the black jeans that may or may not belong to Jimin.

“You guys can leave it, I’ll do it.” Yoongi insisted as you and Hoseok continued to clean up the living room.

“It’s alright, hyung, I don’t mind.” Hoseok told him as he knelt on the rug to pick up stray pieces of popcorn and chips that eventually made it to the floor. “We’ll just finish it up and go. I’ll drive you home when we’re done.”

“Me?” you blinked, as Hoseok clearly meant you, eyes moving to Yoongi as you silently asked for help. “Thank’s, but I’m not going home yet.”

“Oh.” Hoseok nodded. Then stopped. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second and his neck almost snapped with how fast he turned to Yoongi’s direction, sending him a sly grin. “Ohh.”

Yoongi was shaking his head at Hoseok, with wide eyes and behind your back, telling his friend to cut it out as you picked up the empty boxes of pizza. Hobi winked in slow motion and sent Yoongi a thumbs up, which made him sigh.

The job of tying it up the living room and kitchen was a lot easier now that he had more help, and fifteen minutes later, the dishes were washed, the couch was clear of any mess, and Yoongi was walking Hoseok out of his apartment.

“So.” Hoseok spoke quietly, which Yoongi appreciated, but it still made him cringe a little on the inside as his friend teased: “You two, huh?”

“It’s not what you’re thinking.” Yoongi stated, holding the front door open while the younger man put his shoes on.

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” Hoseok squinted his eyes, but his knowing smile was enough to make Yoongi’s ears burn.

“I can assure you.” Yoongi chuckled, as there was no way his friend would ever be able to guess why you were staying longer tonight. “Night, Hobah.”

Hoseok waited as the elevator dinged and walked in after the automatic doors opened for him, singing: “Goodnight, hyung. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

And, just like that, he was gone and Yoongi could breathe a little easier. And, just like that, you were alone together after what felt like ages.

Yoongi found you sitting on the couch, looking a little tired, eyes still a little red from when you cried at the end of the movie. He mustn’t look so hot either, social battery on its lowest setting. At least he never felt like he needed to try hard with you, surprisingly. There was never a need to be entertaining, to talk more than he wanted to, to constantly search for something to do.

He could just sit next to you and do nothing, and it didn’t feel awkward, you were never bothered by his quieter moments. You also had a way of bringing out his other sides, too; the joker, the one with the weird noises and funky dances, and also the deep one that could talk about music for hours and had random facts to spill.

“Movie nights are fun, but you always look a little dead after.” you giggled, and it wasn’t even an insult. Yoongi felt a little dead as he sat down next to you, relaxing into his couch cushion.

“I know I’m not that much older than them, but sometimes I feel like I can't keep up.” he chuckled with closed eyes, basking on the quietude that was only ever broken by your giggles.

“Okay, grandpa. Do you want me to leave?” you offered, which made Yoongi open his eyes and look at you.

By now, the mood lights in the living room had been put into a brighter setting than during the movie, but not uncomfortably so. Yoongi could still see the blush on your cheeks, the hesitation in your eyes and the way your fingers fiddled with each other.

Yoongi didn’t want you to leave, however. No matter how tired or drained he felt, this was the first time he had a chance to be alone with you all week. And when the last memory he had of a moment like this came along with the feeling of your lips on him, he really wanted you to stay.

“Not really.” he replied, and maybe it was wishful thinking, but he thought he saw you breathe a little easier. “You, uh, needed help, right?”

“Yeah, but I can just come back another time, I don't mind.” you assured him, always one to worry about his boundaries and need for the occasional alone time. It warmed his heart, in more ways than one.

“I promise I'm fine, doll. You said something about your book?” Yoongi wasn’t trying to push, in case you changed your mind, but your eager nod as he mentioned it made him sit up a little straighter on the sofa.

“Okay, so, I was reading chapter eleven again and I really agreed with Joon's notes on it.” you said as you turned a little more to the side, so you were facing him.

“Which were?”

“It wasn't realistic, the, uh, sexy scene.” you explained with a nibble on your bottom lip, the blush was dusted on your cheeks again. “Just because there are things that I don't exactly know how they happen.”

“Okay. You wanna ask me about it?”

“Sure. But I was hoping that showing me might work better?” there it was, the hesitation again. Your words were already causing something to stir in Yoongi’s lower belly, but he kept his cool. “Maybe. If you're okay with that.”

“You need to tell me what it is first, doll, or I can't tell you that.” he chuckled, hoping it would help you relax a little more around him.

Not that Yoongi wasn’t having a little moment of nervous anxiety himself, this was you, he didn’t think he’d ever be completely cool about any of this. But he wanted to help you, and he wanted to be good for you. Even if the only chance he ever got to do that was purely platonic.

“Right, right, just... I feel kinda bad now that we're here.” you said with a frown, reaching out on instinct to thread your pinky through his.

“Did you change your mind? Because that’s okay, too, we can just forget about it.” Yoongi had to swallow a lump in his throat, but he meant every word.

“No, not at all... I just feel like I'm using you in a way.” you said, eyes downcast as you looked at your linked fingers. You let out a small laugh, but it was a bitter one. “This is ridiculous, right? I'm sitting here, about to ask you to show me how you get hard. And what do you get in return?”

Yoongi’s breath intake was a little harsh as he held back a groan, fingers flexing of their own accord. In what should be a joke to lighten the mood, but that immediately made him fluster, he said: “An orgasm, maybe?”

“Be serious.” you rolled your pretty eyes, but an even prettier smile broke on your face.

“I am! Unless you want to see how it goes down naturally as well?” Yoongi really hoped you said no.

“No, that's not part of it. There's something else I want, but–”

“Oh?”

“–we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

The possibilities were making Yoongi’s mind go a little hazy, butterflies that felt more like bats in the cave of his stomach, and his dick was already twitching in his pants. So much so that he feared he might get hard before you even had the chance to actually see it happen.

“Kay. How do you wanna do this?”

“Uh, I really didn't think this far.” you admitted sheepishly.

“Do you wanna help?” Yoongi asked, wondering if you wanted him to pull it out and touch himself into full hardness, or if you wanted in on it. “I can guide you.”

“That might be better, yes.” you nodded, too cute for what was about to happen, and scooted even closer to him so your knees were pressed against his thigh.

Was he really about to do this? Was Yoongi actually going to drop his pants, show you his cock, and let you study him like a guinea pig? God, don’t let this get awkward, he was reasoning to whoever was out there listening. He didn’t want to scare you with it either, as it wouldn’t be good for your kinky-field-search, and even worse for his own pride, so he asked:

“You don't want to start the chapter with the guy just pulling it out, right?” bringing it back to your book might be easier to set the scene for the two of you, too. “You wanna tease the reader as much as you wanna tease your character.”

“Yes, yes, of course.”

“You might wanna start with some light making out?” he offered, words taking a turn and missing his brain filter altogether.

Your eyes widened just a little, instantly dropping to his lips. “Should we?”

“We don't have to. I'm just telling you what might work well on a scene.” he lied.

“What if I want to?”

Yoongi thought he might be dreaming again as you moved first, leaning closer to him to press your lips together just once, just a peck. Nervous eyes stared up at him as you pulled back but didn’t go all too far.

“Is this okay?” you asked in a whisper.

“Mm. Shouldn't I be asking that?” Yoongi spoke as quietly as you, his hand reaching out to push your hair behind your ear.

“I'm not sure.” you looked at his lips again, with a small nervous laugh as your hand rested on his thigh.

“I’m okay with it.” he told you, holding back from lunging for your lips again.

“Me too. Definitely.”

That was all Yoongi needed to slip his hand to the back of your neck and drag you into another kiss. This time it was longer, a little harder than the soft peck. He moved his mouth first and you followed suit, slightly parting your lips for his tongue to slip into yours. Your little breathy sounds, paired with the tightening of your hand on his thigh, were making Yoongi a little dizzy.

You were melting into his kiss, following every lick and every flick of his tongue, allowing him to dictate the pace, deepen the kiss when he wanted. It wasn’t missed on Yoongi how much trust you actually put on him to have these experiences with, and he would make sure you never regretted it.

Even if nothing ever came of this, he wouldn’t burden you with his broken heart, but continue to support you and be there for you regardless.

As your hand started moving on his thigh, hiking up, Yoongi groaned against your lips and you swallowed the noise, replying to it with a tiny moan. Yoongi took your bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it gently, which made your hand squeeze at his thigh and he parted his legs for you in an invitation.

You didn’t move it to where Yoongi wanted and when he let go of your lip and studied your face, he understood why. He could see how reluctant and shy you looked, eyes pleading with him to help you just a little more.

“It’s okay.” he assured you, voice coming out raspy. “Give me your hand.”

You put your palm in his and when Yoongi gently tugged it closer to his ever growing bulge, there was no pulling back, no halting. Just the fear of not knowing what to do. You let out a little gasp as Yoongi placed your hand over the outline of his cock, molding your fingers around it so you could feel all of him.

“Oh my god.” you breathed out with a little laugh.

“Too much?” he checked, loosening the hold on your hand in case you wished to pull back.

But now that you were let go of, you didn’t retreat, but started touching him, over his pants, at your own accord. You squeezed a little, testing the pressure, tracing the length, and Yoongi’s head fell against the back of the couch, eyes hooded and stuck on you, reading your every reaction.

Small sighs and groans left his lips each time you did something he really liked, which made you ask:

“Does it feel nice?” your whole hand was palming at his crotch and he had to suppress the need to push his hips into your hand, only managing to nod. “You look so good like this.”

The praise was too much, and he didn’t want to cum inside his pants, just from this, so he chose to stare into the ceiling instead. It did little to quell his worries of not lasting long as you took it as an invitation to kiss his neck. Your lips felt as soft as they did against his and the way you let your tongue lick at his heated skin made him bite back a moan.

“Can I see you?” you asked in a whiny tone, delivered to his ear, making his cock jump. He wondered if you could feel it.

“Yeah.” Yoongi nodded and you moved your hand back to his thigh, leaving his neck with one last kiss under his jaw. It was his turn to become a little embarrassed as he said: “Uh, you should know, dicks are pretty different from one another, so.”

“I know, I’ve seen dicks before.” you giggled. “I’ve watched porn, Yoon.”

Right.

Yoongi cursed at himself, because of course you knew what a dick was supposed to look like. You might be inexperienced when it came to having practice, but you weren’t sheltered, you weren’t naive, and you clearly weren’t innocent; not with the type of stuff you wrote about. At least your giggle calmed him down a little, and his own embarrassment made his impending release recede.

He pushed his sleeves all the way up to his elbows and pulled the hem of the sweater from the inside of his pants, revealing a small strip of skin of his lower stomach for you. Yoongi didn’t know what your little gasp meant, but he chose to believe it was positive. You adjusted yourself on the couch as his fingers reached his pants’ button and fly, squeezing your thighs together as he pulled them down.

Not trying to drag this out or make a mystery of it, Yoongi lifted his hips to push his pants and underwear to the middle of his thighs; a quick pull off of a bandaid, so to speak. His cock jumped free, resting against his lower belly. Hard, leaking pre-cum, the tip a familiar shade of darker pink.

He really regretted not masturbating in the shower before everyone arrived, because at least the edge would be off and Yoongi wouldn’t need to fear getting off the moment you touched him for the first time.

You didn’t do much at first, and Yoongi was almost afraid to look at you and find disappointment in your eyes. Your eyes were a little glossy as your tongue poked between your pouty lips. When you noticed his gaze was on you, the spell broke and you reacted.

“You– Uhm. That’s a big one, right?” you asked with a flushed face and neck. “I know I said I’ve seen them, and I know what it’s supposed to be like, but. I didn’t expect it to be so long? And fat.”

Your choice of words made Yoongi laugh, an actual belly laugh, shaking shoulders and everything. It made your eyes widen as you blinked cutely, clearly embarrassed.

“Thanks, doll.” he grinned as his laughter subsided. “And yeah, I’m a little above average.”

“A little?” your eyebrow arched in suspicion as your eyes followed the movement of his hand as he held his cock, squeezing a little to alleviate some of the ache. “Since when are you modest?”

“Alright, I have a big dick.” he agreed with a shrug as he took a leap of faith and kissed your cheek with a hot smack.

“That’s more like the Yoongi I know and love.” you giggled, clearly oblivious to the way your words affected him.

Yoongi knew you meant in a friendly kind of love, he felt the same way towards you. But his feelings went a little beyond that, which caused his heart to clench and expand in his chest as he basked in your love, however innocent and platonic it was.

“Can I touch you?” you asked and Yoongi really wanted to say you could do anything at all to him.

“Go ahead.”

This is the part Yoongi thought would be weird. In his mind, maybe he pictured you poking him in the dick, giggling like a schoolgirl, maybe frowning or looking a little disgusted. God knows that he didn’t really know what to do when he saw a pussy for the first time.

But you were gentle with the way your fingertips touched him, following the vein on the underside of it, using your thumb to spread the leaking pre-cum around his velvety tip. You were paying attention, yes, and studying him. But it didn’t make him feel under a microscope. If anything, it made Yoongi feel appreciated.

Your small hand wrapped around his cock and Yoongi sighed, his free hand was resting next to you on the sofa and he had to hold back the urge of touching you. Your thigh was so close to his hand that he could feel the warmth emanating from you, but you hadn’t talked about it yet and he feared you might not like that.

For now he had to appreciate the feeling of your hand on him, which was more than he ever thought he’d get.

When you let go of him, Yoongi feared that might be it, all you needed from him tonight, that you’d tell him you gathered all the information you needed for the chapter. He missed your touch already and having to touch himself after you left would not only be sad, but a little pathetic.

You were full of surprises, however, as you brought your hand to your lips and sucked on your tongue, letting your spit fall on your palm. You did know what you were doing after all, as he didn’t need to instruct you when your hand got back to his cock and you spread your spit all over him.

There were things you were trying, Yoongi noticed as he let go of his shaft in order to allow you to take over. The more you touched him, the more confident you grew, tugging him a little harder, jerking him a little faster. When you fisted at his tip, your small hand wrapping around it and squeezing as your wrist flicked, Yoongi’s moan was too loud.

“Oh, you like that.” it wasn’t a question, but an affirmation as you repeated it one more time before dropping your hand in a tight ‘o’ all the way down to his base.

“Yeah, it’s uhm–sensitive.”

Yoongi was breathing heavily as you tugged and stroked his cock. You were a little messy, a bit awkward at times, not really following a steady rhythm, but Yoongi found out that he liked that.

“I can feel you pulsing.” you commented in awe, letting out small whines that were half the cause for that very throbbing you were feeling against your palm. “Does that mean you’re close?”

“Not always.” he shook his head, not sure if he rather look at his cock disappearing and poking out from your fist, or your pretty face as you were obviously getting hot and bothered by this. “But I am.”

That last information seemed to light a whole new fire within you, making your movements a little more firm and determined. You teased his slit with your thumb as the rest of your hand worked on the underside of his head, making him let out raspy moans, sweat starting to cling at his skin.

It took him completely by surprise as your free hand dipped into his hair and you stared at his lips until Yoongi took the hint and leaned in the rest of the way to capture your lips with his. He couldn’t really kiss you properly, not in the way that he wanted to, and it basically meant that he was moaning against your lips and licking around your mouth more than actually kissing, but it was tearing whines from you either way, and your movements never stopped.

“Gonna cum, baby–”

The term of endearment was a slip, one that Yoongi would justify by being in the throes of the moment if you ever asked him about it, and not because he dreamed about calling you baby for years now. You didn’t complain, however, as you flicked your wrist in an upstroke, in that way you already knew he liked, and you squeezed at his hair just as he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Yoongi felt his lower stomach tense, his cock throb as it felt impossibly hard and borderline painful. He let go of what was holding him back and allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure the girl of his dreams was giving him; thick ribbons of white shooting out of his tip as he groaned what sounded a lot like your name.

You pulled away from his lips to look as the last strings leaked out, movements slowing down, but not completely stopping.

“That was beautiful.” you said in that breathy tone that let Yoongi know you were affected. “You’re so beautiful, Yoongi.”

“Stop that.” he chuckled, cheeks flustered as he watched you milk his cock of the last drops. “I’m the one who had an orgasm, you’re not supposed to be the delirious one.”

“I mean it.” you assured him, not an ounce of doubt in your words. “You’re incredible.”

"You're the one who did all the work, doll."

You giggled softly because you agreed, letting his softening cock go as you rested it against his stomach. Clearly you didn't know what to do next, and Yoongi intended on getting up to clean himself up, grab some tissues to clean your hand, he just needed a couple of minutes to catch his breath.

Yoongi watched as you brought your dirty hand to your face to sniff his release and then swipe your tongue, licking at his cum. It made him groan and intake a breath, wanting to laugh at your childish curiosity. Your nose scrunched a little, obviously surprised, but you weren't gaging, which was a good thing.

"That's stronger than I thought." was your conclusion. "Not horrible, though."

Yoongi wanted to tell you that the taste and the way cum looked changed a little, depending on how many times and how often people with dicks had sex or masturbated, but that would include telling you that his sex life was practically nonexistent and even his solo time was cut short by his long studio hours.

"Can I wash my hands on your sink?" you asked already up from the couch and walking a little funny as you tried to play it cool.

"Sure."

Yoongi could only imagine why you were walking like that, wondering if your panties were so wet with your arousal that you were a little uncomfortable. Of course that would mean that you actually enjoyed yourself while jerking him off, that it wasn't purely for your research.

And then again, didn't he already know that? He saw the way you looked at him, he heard your little mewls and moans and you didn't have to kiss him like that but you still did.

When you got back to the couch, your hand was clean and you were offering him a paper towel so he could clean himself too, realizing then that he was just sitting there, pants still around his thighs and cock out. He felt a little silly, but took the paper and wiped himself as best as he could before tucking himself back into his underwear and buttoning his pants in place.

"I had fun tonight." you told him, in what should be a way of saying goodbye, but it didn't match the way you settled on his couch once more, folding your legs under you

"Yeah? You seemed to enjoy the movie." Yoongi turned toward you after bunching the paper towel in a sticky ball and throwing it at his center table.

"I mean with you." you half whispered, tapping your bottom lip as an irrational movement, which inevitably dragged Yoongi’s eyes to them. "I'm glad I came to you with this."

"So you haven't changed your mind?"

You shook your head, lighting up with a smile as you said: "I'm excited to try more."

"Like what?" Yoongi had suggestions of his own, but this was about you so he didn't want to project his own wishes and wants on you.

And, thankfully, you were pretty good at telling him what you wanted, despite how shy you got while at it.

"Maybe you could do something to me next time?" you offered, Yoongi nodded. "Like… whatever you feel like."

"Want me to eat you out?"

"Are you offering or asking me?" you replied, eyes a little wide, breath a little dragged.

"Same thing, doll."

"Okay."

You agreed softly and it was all Yoongi needed to pull his legs up and crawl to you. Your eyes only grew as you watched him approach, hands resting on his chest as he began laying you down on his couch, gazes stuck to each other.

“Y–you mean n–now?” you stuttered and even that sounded cute to Yoongi.

“Is that okay?” he paused, nose an inch away from yours.

“Yeah.” you sighed, letting your back fall against the couch, head resting on the arm of the sofa.

“Stop me anytime you want.” Yoongi told you, leaning forward to peck your lips. “Or tell me to keep going when you like something.”

“I’m convinced I’ll like everything coming from you.” you admitted with a shy chuckle, hands on each side of Yoongi’s neck as you kept him there to kiss his lips a little longer.

“I sure hope so.” his laugh was easy, as was everything when it came to you. No matter how complicated his feelings were.

Yoongi dragged his lips against your skin, from your jaw and down to your throat. Your legs parted for him to fit in between them and as your hands got lost in his long hair, making him grunt appreciatively each time you pulled, it felt like an invitation for him to touch you, to feel you. He trusted that you would stop him if you didn’t want any of it, and you never did.

This didn’t feel like an agreement, didn’t feel like he was doing you a favor by showing you how things worked, making you feel things for the sake of gathering experience for your book. So it was easy to forget that’s all it was, and even easier to feel like you were lovers.

Yoongi’s hands were roaming your body, touching your sides until he reached your thigh. His mouth was opening and closing against your neck, tongue licking at your skin as you squirmed under him, letting out the prettiest moans. More than anything, he wanted to bite you, leave a pretty bruise on your skin, mark you as his.

But you weren’t. So he couldn’t.

“Yoon, please.” you pleaded, so sweetly that it made his cock stir inside his pants.

Yoongi could never deny you, he wasn’t about to start now. Pulling back from you to kneel between your legs, he was slow with the way he raised the skirt of your overalls, just enough to let him see your bottom half, the softness of your lower stomach and your cute belly button. He didn't want to seem too greedy and raise it up too much.

Even though he was.

You were wearing black panties, a little sheer, delicate fabric, with tiny lace frills around the elastic band and an even tinier bow at the front. It wasn’t the kind of underwear one wore if no one was about to see them. It made him wonder if you picked those for him.

Did you wear them just in case? Did you worry about him liking it?

The way you were staring at him expectantly let him know that you did.

“I like these.” he told you and you smiled with pink cheeks. “Were you thinking of me when you chose to wear them?”

“I bought them for you.” you admitted with a squirm, threatening to close your legs, but his body was on the way. “I didn’t really have any reasons to own lingerie before.”

Does the top match? He wanted to ask, but refrained from it. All in due time.

Yoongi touched your knees, thighs, feeling your smooth skin under his fingertips, all the way up your hips to hook his fingers on the elastic bands. “Is it okay if I take them off?”

“Uh–” you hesitated, which made Yoongi worry. He started to retrieve his hands when you held onto his wrists to keep them there. “Yeah, it’s fine, just– What if you think I look weird?”

“You could never look weird, doll.” he marveled.

You huffed in a ‘how would you know’ way and chided: “I hope you know you’ll be the first to see me like this.” as if he didn’t know. As if he wasn’t fucking proud of that. “Well, you and the brazilian lady from the waxing place yesterday, but I don’t think she counts.”

“I can live with that.”

He could also live here. With you under him. On his couch. Sharing his space. Your laughs filling the silence of his home, your touches filling the empty spots of his heart.

When you let go of his wrists and lifted your hips, Yoongi pulled your underwear down your legs, trying not to stare, but unable to look away as you were revealed for him. You were perfect, but he knew you would be. Soft lips, looking a little puffy as your arousal clinged to you, making you all shiny and delicious.

You spread your legs a little wider, opening yourself to him, inviting him in. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, there was no question about it. Yoongi had never been rendered speechless like this before, hands resting on your legs as he just… Breathed.

Hard.

Heavy.

You reached out for his wrist, squeezing it, thumb caressing his skin in a way that was soothing, as if he was the one that needed reassurance. It was enough to make him snap out of whatever trance he was under and lean down to lay on the couch, between your legs, and start to kiss the inside of your thigh.

“Oh, fuck.”

He had never heard you curse like that before, and it made him greedy to hear more of that. Yoongi trailed kisses on your skin, moving closer and closer to your pussy until he reached it. Yoongi didn’t want to overwhelm you, but he couldn’t really go slow, not when he was dying to taste you.

His tongue slipped out of his mouth and dipped between your folds, licking a stripe all the way up. Your moan was worth it, your taste was better than he could have expected.

“How’s that?” Yoongi checked in with you, peppering kisses all over your lips before moving his tongue up and down your soaking cunt.

“That–shit, I– my god, Yoongi!”

“That good, huh?” he chuckled close to your pussy so you would feel the vibrations and it made you arch your back.

“Can you just– keep going?”

Yoongi looked at you from between your legs, noticing the lip worried between your teeth, your half lidded gaze, the hands resting on your lower stomach as you squeezed the suede fabric of your dress.

His hands slipped under your thighs and he pulled you down with strong arms, making you squeal and cry out as his mouth latched onto your pussy and he ate you like a man starved. Yoongi was good at it, if he said so himself, and he was about to prove it to you.

His tongue was quick and purposeful as he explored your pussy, teasing your hole with little circles, only to drag all the way up to your clit. He was drinking from you, swallowing hard, using his lips and tongue to make you feel good. You weren’t able to stay quiet, it seemed, hips starting to rock at their own accord.

“You taste so fucking good.” he told you, and it was true.

“You feel really good, too.” you admitted with a long, dragged moan.

His lips formed a pout around your clit and Yoongi held it there, sucking softly with rhythmic movements of his tongue around it. That’s when your hand grabbed onto his hair and you held on for dear life, keeping him there. Not that he would dare move as your moans and the clenching of your cunt under him were telling him you were close.

It was more than a little exciting, to know he was the first to taste you, the first to make you unravel like this, the first person to make you cum. In a way, even if nothing serious came out of this, Yoongi would still forever be your first. He hoped you’d always remember him like this, with his face shoved between your legs. A more selfish part of him hoped no one would ever be this good to you, no one would make you moan and cry so loud that the neighbors might hear.

Yoongi could worry about those implications later, for now he would focus on making you cum on his tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close, please don’t stop, please–”

Your pleas and moans were desperate, making Yoongi almost start to hump his own couch just to find relief for his bulge that was already swollen and begging for attention. The sting on his scalp was painful, but he loved it, especially because it meant you were enjoying yourself.

Yoongi’s sole focus was on your clit, drawing quick circles with the flat of his tongue, until a cry of his name made his ears buzz and his eyes roll to the back of his head as you started trembling underneath him, your orgasm washing over you. Your thighs closed around his head, keeping him there, and he continued to lick you through your climax, a little gentler this time, so that you could enjoy that feeling for as long as possible.

Only when your hand dropped from his hair and your legs fell open, did he stop.

You were both breathless when Yoongi pulled away to lay down next to you. He was so drunk on you and your taste on his lips that he didn’t let his overthinking get the best of him. Yoongi simply pulled you into his chest, and you willingly clung to him, laying on your side, as you tried to regulate your breathing.

“If that’s how it always feels, I’m really fucking mad at myself for not doing this before.” you giggled, but it was muffled by his chest.

“That’s how it always feels with me.” Yoongi pointed out, letting himself brag. “Unfortunately, most guys out there don’t know where anything is.”

“Oh.” you looked up at him with somewhat wet eyes and red bitten lips. “Well. I might just keep coming back to you, then.”

“That’s fine with me, doll.”

OCTOBER 11TH | 16:05

If one wanted to find Min Yoongi, chances were, he’d be in his studio. His workspace, located in a tall building in Yeongsan, was where he spent most of his days, including weekends. The studio, affectionately named Genius Lab, had everything Yoongi needed; his desk filled with the best equipment for recording and producing, a couch where he could nap whenever he was too tired to function properly, a mini fridge where he kept a few drinks and quick snacks, and dark decor and lighting that made the space entertaining and homey enough.

On a good day, he’d be in the zone. So focused on whatever he was working on that day that the world could be falling to pieces outside of his soundproof walls, there could be a zombie outbreak, and Yoongi wouldn’t even notice it.

But then there were days like today.

Yoongi had been going over the same verse for what felt like the thousandth time and he simply did not like how it sounded, his metaphors weren’t good enough, the flow was weak. And the producer, lyricist and rapper wasn’t the kind to just easily move on to the next project, come back to this later with a clearer mind. No, Yoongi would obsess over something and only actually move forward once he fixed what needed fixing.

His back was killing him from being hunched over his keyboard for the last however many minutes, his neck felt stiff, and he was stressed. Grabbing for his phone on his desk, Yoongi noticed two things.

Firstly, it was the middle of the afternoon already, when he thought it was just after lunch, so maybe he was stuck on this one song for longer than he hoped.

And, secondly, Yoongi missed you.

Now, he didn’t have it that bad for you that simply looking at the time reminded him of you, no. But your face was the image that greeted him when he awoke his sleeping phone, staring back at him, right on his screen background. Again, he was that obsessed to have made you his wallpaper, you had done it yourself, just five days ago, in what he was sure was supposed to be a joke, a lesson to not leave his phone unattended next to you.

Yoongi just didn’t have the time to change it back to the picture of his family dog just yet.

Things between the two of you had been going steady for the past few weeks now, almost a whole month ever since you walked into this very room and asked him to help you learn things for your book. You saw each other a few times every week, either with your friends or just you and him, but something always happened.

Either hidden kisses and stolen moments behind the boys’ backs, or you’d go to his apartment over the weekend and stay the night. Your sessions usually involved a lot of making out, some heavy groping, handjobs, fingering or he’d eat you out. You always had lots of questions for him, which he did his best to answer with examples and practicing time.

Yoongi wondered if you were as affected by it as he was. Sometimes he asked himself if your yearning eyes, long lasting touches and sweet kisses even after you were done meant something to you as much as they meant to him. He didn’t think you were a cruel person to pretend not to notice how infatuated he was with you, but there were only so many times one could call another person baby or fall asleep holding each other, before one starts to wonder if there’s something more there.

As Yoongi’s phone turned dark again, he wondered if you were busy. You lived fairly close to his work, everyone in the building pretty much already knew you, so he wouldn’t get in trouble if you came over. He could use a distraction, maybe you could have something to drink at the coffee shop downstairs, it’s been a while since you met there for an afternoon snack.

To say that escalated would be an understatement. Yoongi didn’t message you with those intentions in mind, but after reading the text conversation again, he could understand how he sounded. The man was slightly awkward when it came to texting, much preferring calls or talking in person. You were always full of emojis and funny ways of communicating, which he thought was cute.

But then again, Yoongi thought everything you did was cute.

And he had exactly twenty minutes to get his shit together and stop acting like such a simp, as that was the time that it took for you to walk from your apartment to his studio. A little more than that if you were in your pajamas and had to change before leaving the house.

At the knock on his door, Yoongi got up to unlock his studio and let you in, but before he could even say hello, you were throwing your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his. Just a smack of your lips, but still enough to surprise Yoongi.

“Hi.” you whispered with a little smile. You had never greeted him like this before, especially not in the middle of the hallway, where anyone could see.

“Hey–” Yoongi finally snapped out of it as you slipped your shoes off and walked into the room, going straight to the couch. “I swear this isn’t a booty call.”

He didn’t really know why he felt the need to reiterate his pure intentions, lest you think that’s the only reason he had to want you over.

“I know, I was just messing with you.” you giggled as you folded your legs under yourself and Yoongi took a breath of relief. “I just guessed you either wanted to show me something new or a distraction from your genius creations.”

Yoongi scoffed lightly as he walked back to his chair, dropping down onto it with a squeak. “Got nothing genius to share today, I’m afraid.”

“New project giving you a hard time?” you asked, leaning forward and tilting your head as you watched him.

“You could say that.” Yoongi nodded, bringing a thumb to his mouth to bite and pull at the little piece of skin that had been bothering him for the past hour.

“Is it for the important meeting you have next week?” you asked as you pulled his hand away from his mouth and brought it to your own lips to kiss at the corner of his finger as you noticed how red it looked.

And this shit right here, this is exactly what he meant. There’s no way you didn’t feel something for him, when you did things like these, right? Wishful thinking or not, it made Yoongi’s heart swoon and his cheeks feel hot.

“Not at all, so I guess I have two reasons to be worried.” his laugh was void of amusement and filled with self-deprecation.

“Oh, no.” you scrunched your nose, only now letting go of his hand. “Honestly, Yoon, you have no reason to worry at all. Not about the meeting, not about whatever project is being annoying. You’re great. You’re more than great, you’re the best producer I know.”

“Do you know many producers?” Yoongi challenged you with a cocked eyebrow, and this time his laugh was a little more real.

“At least two.” you pointed out in a matter of factly way. “And don’t tell Hobi, but you’re my favorite one.”

“How can I be sure you don’t tell him the same thing?”

“I guess you’ll never know.” you grinned, white teeth behind a dark lipstick smile. Now that autumn was in full swing, your wardrobe and seasonal makeup were changing, it seemed. “Is that for Agust D or someone else?”

You were nodding at his computer screen behind him, which was still opened in the latest mixing program he used to add his vocals to the melody he already had.

“That’s mine, yeah.”

“What’s the problem with it?” you got up from the couch, walking to the desk and leaning over it with your hands flat on the wood top. Yoongi turned his chair to face you, smiling at the lines on your forehead as you tried to figure out what all of the lines, splits and soundwaves meant.

“Not sure I like it.” he told you with a long, dragged out sigh.

“Can I hear what you have so far?” you asked as you turned to him instead of the monitor.

And, the thing was, Yoongi never let anybody hear his songs before he was 100% happy with it. Not Hoseok. Not Pdogg. Not even Bang PD and that was his boss. But you were looking at him so expectantly, and you were always so excited to be one of the firsts to hear his music that he couldn’t say no to you. Ever.

Yoongi nodded and your sweet smile was already enough to calm his nerves and ill intended feelings towards his music.

Yoongi rolled his chair a little closer to you, so he could reach for his mouse and move the song back to the start so he could play it for you, but you took it as an invitation to sit on his lap. Not that he wouldn’t actually invite you if he thought it was an option. Which he didn’t. But he was glad that it was.

The producer was also glad for the way that you so naturally fit there, sitting on his leg, one arm naturally circling his shoulders as his wrapped around your waist to make sure you were balanced.

“What is it called?” you were asking, looking at him from so close that he could see the little freckle on your eye.

“People.”

Yoongi pressed the right button with the mouse and adjusted the volume of the song so you could hear everything as one and not be deafened by the bass that he was working on previously. The song sounded a little different from what he was used to putting out, like ‘Agust D’, ‘Give it to me’ or ‘The last’, which was probably the reason he was feeling so weird about it in the first place.

It’s not that he didn’t like the song itself, but he was worried that it was not what people expected of him.

You were nodding your head as you both listened to it playing, trying to school your features in an attempt to not let it show how you felt about it. But when it got to the chorus, you couldn’t hold back the smile that was pushed onto your lips as you heard him sing.

Yoongi avoided looking at you after that, as his own smile was difficult to contain.

When the song came to an end, you turned to him with the biggest grin, and Yoongi’s cheeks were puffed as she smiled at your reactions; internally rolling his eyes at himself and his inability of keeping a straight face when it came to you and his music.

“So, what’s wrong with it?” you asked as the hand that was around his shoulders touched the back of his neck, nails scratching at his nape.

“I–” Yoongi sighed, almost purred, relaxing into your touch, forehead resting on your cheek as he couldn’t help himself. “Don’t remember.”

“That sounds more like it.” you giggled, wrapping the other arm around him as he did the same to your middle. “All you needed was to get out of your head a little, huh?”

“I guess.”

And you. He definitely needed you. To wordlessly assure him his song was good, to enjoy listening to it, making him laugh and breathe and stop overthinking. You barely did anything at all and yet it felt like so much.

“Glad I could help.” you were smiling. Yoongi could feel it even if he couldn’t see it.

“You always do.”

“I can… You know?” you started softly, almost hesitantly, and Yoongi pulled back enough to look at you. Explaining, you said: “Help you.”

“You just did.” he insisted, but Yoongi could read it in your eyes that there was something more.

“No, I mean… This arrangement doesn’t have to be just for me.” your eyes dropped to his lips and Yoongi licked at his bottom lip on instinct, something inside him stirring into life. “I’m here if you need me. For whatever.”

“Doll.”

It was a warning, but Yoongi wasn’t sure of what. Was he warning you that he might say yes? That he might be falling for you? At this point it felt like it was too late to warn you about that last one.

“Would you let me?” you asked, a little more steadily, hand touching the side of his face, thumb running across his cheek. “Let me take care of you.”

“Okay.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Yoongi nodded, even if you didn’t even have to ask. This was dangerous, at least for the man, as kissing you was easily becoming one of his favorite things to do. He hugged you a little tighter as you started placing tiny kisses against his lips, just because. And then your mouth pressed against his, properly this time, and it stayed there for a while longer.

You were dictating the pace and the intensity of the kiss, and Yoongi let you. He wanted to see how far you would take this, how you intended on taking care of him, so he followed your lead, moving his lips against yours only when you did so. Your tongue slipped past your lips to lick at his and Yoongi parted his mouth and chased yours.

Only for you to pull back with a teasing little smile and playful eyes.

“What a greedy boy.” you whispered, the hand on his nape slipping into his hair.

“Baby, please.” Yoongi heard himself saying, avoiding your eyes.

“Hm. I like that.” with a stronger hold of his hair, you made his neck bend backwards.

Yoongi gasped in surprise and asked: “When I say please?”

“When you call me baby.”

You were smiling against his neck as you kissed just under his jaw, teeth nipping at his skin and Yoongi wanted you to claim him just as much as he wished he could claim you.

Yoongi’s hands were around you, squeezing you, pressing his fingertips as he tried to feel more of you. Your sweet smile was the last thing he saw when his eyes fluttered closed and you kissed his lips. Really kissed, squeezing his long hair between your fingers once more, slipping your tongue past his lips to lick at his.

Your lips moved in sync, dragging over each other’s, with so much more familiarity than the first time you kissed, but the bat-like butterflies were still there. Yoongi knew the taste of your lips, and he knew you liked it when he sucked on your bottom lip or pushed his tongue deeper into your mouth to take control back.

Your little, breathy moan was swallowed by Yoongi as his hand dropped to your ass and he squeezed.

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you, babe.” you said with a little whine and Yoongi’s body twitched with the new pet name.

“How are you planning on doing that?” he challenged, staring at your swollen bottom lip, taking it into his mouth before you had the chance to reply.

With a new moan, eyes closing shut, your hand slid down Yoongi’s body, between his legs, to palm his growing bulge. Yoongi hissed and let go of your lip, spreading his legs wider and shamelessly so you’d have more space to work with.

“Let me show you.”

With one last press of your mouths, you left his lap and sunk down to the floor, sitting on your feet between his legs, thighs pressed together as your small hands rested atop his. Yoongi’s breath got caught up in his throat as this was a sight he longed to see for longer than he’d ever openly admit.

Up until this point in your arrangement, you hadn’t yet done what you were so clearly hinting at. You hadn’t reached that part of your book just yet, but it was just another proof that today wasn’t about your book, but about Yoongi. As long as you wanted it too, so he checked:

“You know you don’t have to, right?” his hand landed softly on top of yours as he caressed your smooth skin.

“I want you, Yoongi.”

The way you said those words made Yoongi believe in much more than what you were about to do right now. It gave him hope that, maybe, one day they would be true the way he wanted them to be.

You scooted just a little closer to his legs, cheek rubbing on the inside of his thigh as you laid your head there, staring up at him with uncertain eyes that told him you weren’t quite sure what to do. But Yoongi didn’t hurry you, more than okay with following your pace, letting you explore and experiment.

Just as long as he could keep looking at you like this.

A gentle hand touched your face, tracing the curve of your nose, down to the shape of your cupid's bow, pulling gently on your bottom lip to see it part. You closed your eyes as you basked in his caresses, mouth opening to lick at the pad of Yoongi’s thumb making not only his breath grow heavy, but his dick twitch in his pants.

“My pretty girl.” Yoongi’s words left him without much thought.

“Yeah?” you sighed, eyes fluttering as your face pulled away from his legs and your hands reached for the waistband of his pants. “Are you claiming me?”

Yoongi felt hot all over, in his cheeks, in his chest, toes curling inside his studio slippers. You had no idea just how badly he wanted to claim you, in every sense of the word.

He lifted his hips higher as you pulled his trousers down his legs; not sure if this was the best day to not wear anything else under his soft cotton pants. It made your job easier and it cut back on the teasing, but when his cock sprung free, already hard and ready, your eyes widened slightly with overwhelming.

You tried not to let it show, or maybe you were just a little more eager to see him bare, letting the pants fall around his ankles as he spread his legs just a little wider. Yoongi was past the point of feeling self conscious about showing himself to you like this, letting your curious eyes roam all of him, but this was a new angle for you, and he wondered what you were thinking.

You held his cock from the base, raising a little on your knees to reach his tip. Your hand wrapping around him was familiar, he knew your grip, the feel of your smooth fingers. But the feeling of your lips dragging up his shaft was brand new, as was the wetness of your tongue as you licked at the tip.

Yoongi pushed the backrest of his chair a little further back to recline it, hands holding tightly onto the arm rests on each side of him. Suddenly his shirt felt too hot as it started clinging to his chest, but removing it felt like too much for right now, even for him.

You teased the slit of his cock with the tip of your tongue, swirling it around the crown, hand moving up and down slowly, as if you had done this a million times before, as if you knew what Yoongi liked. The slide of your hand was a little dry, so you pulled away from him to spit on your palm and make it better.

Yoongi’s breath hitched and came out as a slow moan as you wrapped your lips around his tip once you returned to what you were doing, looking up at him as if asking if it was okay.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” he told you in a raspy voice that made your eyes flutter. “Keep going.”

You nodded, seemingly forgetting you had a cock in your mouth, which made it slide just a little deeper into your mouth. It made Yoongi moan a little louder as he felt more of the warmth of your mouth, and you liked that, sinking down just a little further until you both felt the moment he hit the back of your throat.

You sputtered with surprise, pulling off of him as you held back a cough with a hand over your lips.

“Easy, baby. Don’t want to hurt you.” he assured you with a fond smile. “You’ll learn to deepthroat with time.”

“Wanna make you feel good, Yoon.” you pouted, bringing your lips to his cock again.

“You are.” he nodded through half lidded eyes, fingers twitching on the arm rests as he controlled the urge to hold you by the hair or back of your head. “Just put it in your mouth. Suck a little.”

You did exactly that, wrapping pouty lips around the tip, moving your tongue around it inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you gave it experimental sucks. You hummed as his pre-cum dribbled out of him and onto your tongue, and Yoongi’s eyes rolled as he heard you audibly swallow.

“Fuck, that’s it.” he cursed low and heavy.

A little more confident, your lips dragged down his cock, pushing a little more of him inside, sliding on the flat of your tongue. Whatever you couldn’t fit inside –which was a lot–, you worked with your hand in tugs and strokes. You looked so perfect like this, spit coming out of the corners of your mouth, tears brimming your eyes, jaw probably aching to accommodate his girth.

When you pulled out again it was in search of air, breathing as hard as he was. Your hand stroked Yoongi’s cock in that way you already knew he liked, closing a fist around the head as you twisted your wrist and pumped up and down. You were mouthing on his shaft, licking and sucking on his skin, tracing the engorged vein.

Instead of making it up to the top again, your lips dragged down and down and Yoongi’s heart was in his throat. Your mouth was hot and wet as you took one of his heavy balls into your mouth, eyes on his face as if to ask if that was okay.

“Shit, that’s nice–” he made sure to tell you, no longer able to control his hands on his sides.

He held you by the back of your neck with a firm hold, squeezing your nape to encourage you to suck a little harder, which he instantly regretted as it made his lower stomach tense. Yoongi tugged gently on your hair to pull you off his sac and it should be illegal how innocent and wide eyes you looked during such an act.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” you asked with a scratchy voice, which made you frown and Yoongi chuckle.

“No, doll, that was too good.” he sighed a breathy gasp.

“Oh.” you smiled, a little shy, hand never stopping the long tugs of his cock. With a giggle, you admitted: “I think I like sucking you off.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi’s smile was still fond, despite the tension on his limbs and the sweat covering his body. “Think you can make me cum like this, hm?”

You nodded with vigor, not an ounce of doubt in your stance. Yoongi chuckled, but it would hardly be a challenge when you were getting him so close to his end already.

A jolt of hot, white pleasure coursed through him as you mouth was on him again, fingers tightening on your hair as you covered your teeth with your lips as you sunk down and sucked harder as you pulled off. You started bobbing on his cock, pumping his shaft, fist connected to your lips to give Yoongi the feeling of being buried deep into your wet mouth.

You started sinking lower and lower, not taking him all the way, but Yoongi felt your throat open and contract around him as you tried and tried to push him as deep as you could. Yoongi was a mindless mess, nothing else existed outside of his studio, nothing else mattered but the pure bliss you were inflicting on him.

With droopy eyes, Yoongi watched you make a mess out of him, spit leaking from your mouth and covering your fingers and his cock. His cock was throbbing, painfully hard, twitching in time with his untamed moans that only made you keep going.

Your free hand cradled his balls gently, squeezing as they felt heavier, drawing up as his lower stomach tensed. He wanted to hold your pretty face in place and fuck his cook deep down your throat, but it was much too soon for that. Instead, he just sat there, about to go insane with how good you were making him feel.

Yoongi had no warning words for you, but you didn’t need them as you read the familiar signs of when he was about to cum; the pulsing of the fat vein on the underside, the twitches of his muscles, the groans and rough moans he wasn’t trying to contain anymore.

Your lips stayed around his crown, tongue swirling and twirling around it with little sucks of your mouth as your fist twisted just under the tip. That and the harder squeeze of his balls was too much for him to hold back from. Yoongi felt his whole body flush, jolting with pure ecstasy that pushed him a little deeper, just as his orgasm hit him like a truck.

He spilled inside your mouth with thick ribbons of white and you closed your eyes as you let him use your mouth. You were humming, he thought he heard it through his ringing ears, as you swallowed his load like a good girl.

Some of it escaped from the corner of your mouth and you licked it clean after you pulled off of him once you milked the last drop of his release. Yoongi was breathing hard, with a stupidly proud grin on his face as you gave his softening cock little kisses.

“Was that acceptable?” you asked with those innocent eyes again.

“It was great, doll.” he nodded with a gummy smile, eyes closed as his hand dropped from the back of your head. “More than great. It was perfect.”

You were giggling as you stood up on wobbly legs, pulling Yoongi’s pants along. “I’ll believe you once you're not drunk on your orgasm.”

“Ask me again in ten minutes then.” he laughed, settling his pants around his hips and reaching for you.

“Does that mean I get to stay a little more?” you beamed, sitting on his lap, resting your red cheek against his shoulder.

“You can stay all day if you want.” You could stay forever.

OCTOBER 19TH | 17:26

Yoongi avoided leaving his studio in the middle of his workday. Not only did he have deadlines he had to match, but it was his safe space. A place that more often than not felt like his home more than his own apartment. But he didn’t mind leaving Genius Lab if it meant he got to see you for an hour, share a cup of coffee in the place that meant so much for the two of you.

The coffee shop across the street from the music company he worked for was the very place the two of you had met all those years ago. In an afternoon much like this one, where the autumn leaves were stuck to the wet pavement, a light rain was falling over central Seoul and the weather made you dress a little warmer.

That day you had been searching for a change of scenery as you wrote what would soon become your first published book, and Yoongi was looking for a different background after staring at his computer screen all day.

As he crossed the street, hands deep in his military-green jacket, hair partially hidden by a black beanie, Yoongi could already see you sitting at your preferred spot, by the big glass wall. Yoongi much rather sit deep into the shop, as the busy passers-by always posed a distraction to him whenever he tried to write lyrics outside of his usual set up.

You, however, always said that you liked to watch people walking by, often getting lost in watching the life outside the café. You were both writers, he supposed. But while he wrote songs to sing or rap, you built worlds for people to get lost in.

Yoongi could never do what you did.

He was about to knock on the glass, wave at you to show he arrived and was coming in, but as a guy approached you and took your attention completely, Yoongi froze. He knew who the guy was, having been served by the man many times during his visits to the coffee shop. And he also knew that Kai had a not so secret and very obvious crush on you.

Yoongi couldn’t blame the guy, he was in the same boat afterall, and you seemed oblivious to both of their infatuations with you. But it always rubbed Yoongi the wrong way, especially now. Even if he knew that this agreement you had going on gave him absolutely no claim over you whatsoever.

In fact, it made Yoongi’s throat feel a little dry as he realized that he wasn’t just teaching you things you could use in your book, but you could also use in real life. With other guys. With guys like Kai.

Not that hooking up with him –if he could even really call it that– would mean any great changes in your life. You were naturally flirty, but not obnoxiously so. And you were already confident, never afraid of speaking your mind, a social butterfly that made friends with anyone, anywhere.

All Yoongi was doing was taking the pressure off.

By sharing these experiences with you, all he did was make sure that your “firsts” were with someone you trusted, someone you wouldn’t regret down the line. Even if virginity was just a concept created by society to control and overpower women over the centuries and dictate their values, it was still kind of a big deal.

But once you were done with that unnecessary pressure, you’d be free to have all of the one night stands and adventures that your heart desired. You said so yourself, you never had them before because that’s not how you envisioned your first time.

Yoongi didn’t think that’s what you had in mind when you asked for his help, and he was positive you were focused on writing your book and that was it. But it didn’t mean that you wouldn’t realize this once you were done with the novel. Once you were done with him.

“Hey!” the knocking on the glass, coming from the inside, made Yoongi jump. You were looking at him expectantly with that sweet smile of yours, a little wave as you called him in. "Aren't you coming?"

"Yeah, yeah."

By the time Yoongi walked into the neutral colored coffee shop, Kai was already gone and you were closing the lid of your laptop, waiting for him to walk to you.

The smell of coffee and fresh pastries attacked Yoongi’s stomach, reminding him he had skipped lunch; a fact you’d definitely scold him for if you found out. He’d order something to eat in a bit, Kai never spent too long without an excuse to go back to your table anyway, at least he could do some work while blatantly flirting with you.

“What were you doing out there?” you asked him with an amused smile, looking cute in your mustard-yellow knitted sweater.

“Thought I forgot my phone for a sec.” he lied, patting the device on his pocket just to make sure he hadn’t actually.

“I highly doubt you would, that’s like an appendage to you at this point.” you joked, pushing the plate with an orange muffin towards Yoongi. “Here. Eat.”

“How–”

“How did I know you didn’t eat? Call it an educated guess.” you jutted out your chin, resting back against your chair and taking a sip of your drink. You were having a hot chocolate today, which wasn't surprising as it was your drink of choice whenever the weather started to turn cold. “I like to think I know you pretty well, Yoon.”

“If you really knew me, you’d have coffee waiting too.” Yoongi grumbled, using it to cover the fact that the knowledge you had of him and his habits made him a little giddy.

“Nope, not until you eat. I don’t want you developing stomach problems with the amount of caffeine you already drink.”

You shook your head, blowing on your hot chocolate before taking another sip. Yoongi listened to you, as he always did, and plucked pieces of the muffin to take into his mouth. This was his favorite baked good from this coffee shop, something he had never tried before you showed up in his life.

Now it was his usual order, his guilty pleasure to indulge in whenever he had a craving for something sweet. It didn’t have anything to do with you, he always tried to convince himself, it was just another one of his habits.

“Were you writing?” Yoongi asked as you seemed distracted watching a woman walk a small dog outside. The dog was wearing even smaller rain boots, which was no doubt the reason for your delighted smile.

“Mhm, I’m making progress, thankfully.” you nodded, attention moving back to him. “Thanks to you.”

“You’re the writer, I’m not doing anything.” he shrugged noncommittally, swallowing the last piece of his muffin.

“We both know that’s not true.” after noticing he was done eating, you looked at the counter of the shop, lifting your hand in a thumbs up that made Kai nod in the distance. “You’re helping me in an unconventional way, but you are.”

“As long as it’s really helping.”

Not even a minute later, Kai was back at your table, greeting Yoongi with an ‘afternoon, hyung’ and placing a coffee in front of him. One Yoongi hadn’t ordered or paid for. You had a proud little smile pulling on your berry-lipstick-lips, raising an eyebrow as if challenging Yoongi to say you didn’t know him again.

“I think I managed to fix most scenes.” you got back on the subject, leaning forward on the table with your elbows, holding the hot chocolate mug between your hands.

“Already?” Yoongi was surprised to say the least, but he knew what it was like to be under pressure to make through deadlines.

“Yes, but the first chapters are pretty tame, so.” you justified. “Nothing I really need to delete and start over.”

“Good.”

Yoongi got a little lost on the way you brought your drink to your lips, watching as your lipstick left a stain on the rim of the mug. He wondered how good that color would look staining his skin instead; his lips, his neck, his chest.

“What about you? How did that meeting go yesterday?” you asked him earnestly, reaching out to hold his hand on top of the table and Yoongi felt little shocks where your hands met.

“Ah, it went well, yeah. Pretty well, actually.” a tight lipped smile turned into a gummy one as he said: “I’m going to be working with Jae-sang sunbaenim.”

Your scoff was pained as you frowned: “I’m sorry, am I so out of the loop that I don’t know who that is?”

“You know him as PSY.”

The squeal that escaped your lips was high pitched enough to catch the attention of the table next to yours, but you never minded that and this time Yoongi didn’t mind the looks from strangers either.

“What?!” you hissed, a lot more contained this time. “No way!”

“I’m pretty excited about it, actually.” Yoongi let out a small sound of his own; one that sounded like a squeak as he wanted to get up and do a little dance. But he didn’t.

“You should be! That’s huge!” your hold on his hand was a little firmer, smile a little brighter.

Yoongi had worked with famous musicians many times before. The main part of his job was writing and producing for other artists, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his own mixtapes, and his own collaborations with stars that be admired; like IU –much for Jungkook’s delight and Jimin’s panic–, Suran, MAX and Lee Sora. But none of those had the potential of really making it internationally as this collab with PSY had.

“He wants me to feature on it, too.” he told you, and your jaw dropped.

“Yoongi! That’s amazing!” your other hand reached for his and you held it between yours. “You deserve it so much. I’m so proud of you, I hope you know that.”

“Thanks, doll.”

“We should do something to celebrate.” you stated before he had the chance to deflect.

With a shrug, and the desire to hold onto your hands for the next three hours, he said: “We’re having coffee at our spot, that’s good enough.”

“Not for a collab with PSY it’s not.” you sounded almost offended. “I’d say we should go to Serendipity, but you hate clubs.”

“Please don’t make me go there again.” his laugh was one of suffering and despair, which made you giggle.

“Oh! I know!” you chirped, letting go of his hands in order to clap excitedly, just once. “I’m going to cook for you!”

“I thought you wanted to do something nice–”

“Hajimaaaa!” you complained with another laugh, one so contagious Yoongi found himself mimicking. “Maybe I’ll order something from Jin’s restaurant then, and put it in pans and dishes, so you think I cooked.”

“Sounds good, doll.” Yoongi agreed, which was the easiest thing to do.

“Perfect! It’s a date then.”

OCTOBER 21ST | 18:03

By the time Yoongi made it to his car, he had already opened and buttoned up his shirt all of five times. He did trust Jimin when it came to fashion choices, but not when it came to mischief. And that group chat screamed ‘dongsaengs up to no good’. But the two boys did make Yoongi feel good about his choice of clothing, how he did his hair and the little bit of makeup he added to his lids just to make them pop.

He could only hope you didn’t think he was trying too hard.

Even though he was.

Even if this wasn’t a date.

Yoongi’s routine each time he sat in his car was always the same: Sit down, make sure the mirrors were all in the right position, start the car, connect his phone to the bluetooth sound system, pick a playlist he was in the mood for, seatbelt, drive. But this afternoon as he drove out of the parking lot of his not-so-modest-building in Hannam, the soundtrack for Yoongi’s drive was the beep of a connecting call.

“Hyung!” Namjoon’s voice was the one fill his car as the call was connected. “You know you’re the only person who even makes calls these days, right? A text would have been fine.”

“I’m driving, can’t text.” Yoongi provided as he leaned a little further front to see that his road was free and he could go.

“Oh. Ohhh, are you going to see our favorite writer for your celebratory date?” Namjoon’s all knowing tone made a tiny smudge of heat taint his cheeks, but at least he wasn’t there to see it and tease him about it.

More to himself than to his best friend, Yoongi felt the need to clarify: “Not a date, but yeah, I’m on my way.”

“And you called me to get tips on her latest chapters?” on the other line of the call, Yoongi could hear Namjoon’s voice turning a little clearer, as if he’d closed the door of his office. “I just read the edited ones and damn, hyung! Who knew you had that dirty mouth–”

“That’s not– She doesn’t write what we do word by word.” Yoongi panicked for a second, thinking about not only Namjoon, but the rest of the world reading what the two of you had been doing. With a whisper, he hissed: “Right?”

“Don’t worry, I’m just messing with you.” Namjoon laughed and Yoongi shook his head, fingers relaxing on the steering wheel. “But she’s been doing well, I don’t have any new pointers for the chapters. She’s a lot happier too, it seems, and I don’t think the book is the only reason why.”

“You know, that right there is the reason I’m calling you.” Yoongi scoffed for no one to see as he drove out of his neighborhood and into the busy roads of Seoul. So much for avoiding rush hour when the capital was hustling 24/7.

“What did I do this time?” Namjoon sighed on the other side.

“Not this time, still the same thing.” he said. “Why did you put this crazy idea into her head?”

“Hyung. It's been weeks.” his best friend sounded tired, as if they went over this time and time again. And they had.

“Over a month and I already regret this–”

“Do you regret accepting it? Or do you wish she never asked you?” Namjoon had a way of using hard phrases and poetic analogies sometimes, the perks of being an editor and a published poet, no doubt.

“What's the difference?”

“Well, in one scenario you realize you work better as friends, and in the other it means you got it bad.”

“I got it so fucking bad is not even funny.”

Admitting that to his best friend was easier over the phone. Even if Yoongi knew Namjoon and all of their other friends also knew about it. It was a miracle that you didn’t, at this point. Unless you did, but had been ignoring it in order to not make things awkward.

If that was the case, Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should be thankful or worried.

“Ahh, I see. So your feelings are growing impossibly fast and you're starting to feel bad because you don't think this means the same for her as it means for you?” Namjoon summed it up as Yoongi stopped his car at a red light.

The trees were in full autumn colors, all shades of red, yellow and orange. If Yoongi rolled his windows down, he was sure he could smell the pumpkin spice and cinnamon in the air, which always brought him a nice, warm feeling inside.

“Was this part of a master plan to get back at me for senior year?” Yoongi asked after a lightbulb moment.

“What?”

“You know, Jiheun?”

Jiheun was a girl Namjoon had a massive crush on, back when they were both in High School. And Yoongi might have read the signs wrong and told his best friend that the girl liked him back. Only for poor, string bean, bowl cut, awkward Namjoon to ask her out and get rejected in the middle of the school cafeteria.

“Wha- hyung! Of course not, it's been years I’m not that petty.”

“Okay, okay.” not that Yoongi thought Namjoon would do something like this as they were both adults now, but his anxiety-filled-brain still asked stupid stuff sometimes.

“Besides, I have a simple solution to your problem.” Namjoon stated.

“Do tell, because I'm almost at her place.” not completely true, he still had one more stop on the way to your apartment.

“Have you thought about confessing?”

Yoongi’s answer was the love child between a wheeze and a snicker.

“If you're not happy about this agreement, but you still wanna help her, and be with her for real,” Namjoon continued, seeing as Yoongi was too gobsmacked to reply. “Then tell her how you're feeling.”

“What part of that solution is simple?” Yoongi asked with a glare directed to the panel of his car, hoping Namjoon could feel its heat.

“It’s simple because it’s telling the truth.”

“The truth that could ruin everything. Her book, our friendship–” Yoongi argued, being interrupted by his best friend:

“Are you so afraid of rejection that you would rather keep hurting yourself? You know this arrangement won't last forever.”

“I know.”

“And maybe she feels the same way.”

Yoongi’s fingers tightened against the steering wheel just a little harder as he said: “That’s a big fucking maybe.”

“Didn’t you say she’s been calling you babe and shit? And you like… cuddle now?”

“Mhm.”

“Those are good signs, hyung!”

He knew that, it’s been plaguing his mind for the past couple of weeks. But to hear someone else say it, someone as rational as he was, made him feel like maybe it wasn’t just wishful thinking on his part.

As if the universe was on his side for once in his life, Yoongi found a parking spot right in front of Maybell Bakery. You had promised to cook for Yoongi tonight, but he said he’d bring dessert. And you really liked the double layered, pumpkin pie that was only sold during the month of october and was extremely overpriced, so he placed an order and paid a little extra for it to be done by the time he was able to pick it up.

“Alright, I’m here. Gotta go.”

“Okay. Call me if something happens, I’m invested in this.” Namjoon said and Yoongi could picture his little grin that would most likely poke a dimple in his cheeks.

“You better be, you’re the one who threw me into this mess.” Yoongi took his seatbelt off, but didn’t move, waiting for his friend to hang up.

“You fail to remember that she’s the one who asked you, I didn’t tell her to go after you.” Namjoon pointed out in that know-it-all tone that fit him so well. “If I’m being honest, I thought she’d go for Hoseok hyung and not you.”

“What?!” Yoongi frowned at that new piece of information, hand freezing on the way to his key to turn off the car.

“He’s more… Dom, you know? That seems to be more like her type.”

“Great–”

Yoongi did take control with you, and he had his moments in bed before, where he had girls and guys begging for him to let them cum, but he wouldn’t define himself as a Dom. Not the way Hoseok was, Namjoon was right about that.

“But she still went after you, hyung! That counts for a lot.” Namjoon tried to backtrack but the damage was done.

“I know, okay.” Yoongi took a deep, calming breath that didn’t do much to quell his nerves; of seeing you, of considering the ideas Namjoon was planting in his mind. “Nice going on telling the kids about this, by the way. Jiminie and Jungkook were teasing me about this date.”

“First of all, stop stalling and get out of your car already.” Namjoon laughed on the other side and Yoongi nodded to himself. “And second of all, I didn’t tell anybody.”

“Then how did they know–”

“Well, hyung. Have you ever thought that maybe she told them? And she’s thinking of this as a date?”

Yoongi had not, in fact, thought about that possibility. Not only were you a lot closer to the three younglings –who were closer to you in age– than Namjoon, you usually told each other everything, seeing as Jimin had been your best friend since way before he even met you.

So to say it gave Yoongi all kinds of butterflies, the simple chance of you telling your best friend and his boyfriend that you were having a date tonight, officially, would be an understatement.

“Go get your girl.”

Namjoon’s encouragement was the last thing he heard before leaving his car to pick up your pie in the bakery.

On the drive to your place, Yoongi’s nose was being attacked by the fresh baked goods resting on the passenger’s seat of his car, as his mind was plagued with the thoughts of you and him.

You, who had walked into his life by mere chance, and stayed in it from your own insistence, as Yoongi hardly made new friends. You, who had the most expressive eyes Yoongi had ever seen. You, who owned his heart in a tight grip and you didn’t even know.

You, who were already waiting for him at the front door of your apartment as the elevator dropped him off on your floor.

“You don’t have to call me to buzz you in everytime, Yoon, you know the code to the gate.” was the first thing out of your pretty mouth as you walked him into your apartment.

“So, what, am I supposed to just let myself in?” Yoongi’s smile was easy as he slipped out of his shoes. “Why don’t you give me the key to your apartment while you’re at it?”

You giggled as you said: “Because then you might come in and steal all of my tangerines.”

Yoongi was rolling his eyes at your words, pink cheeks as you called him out on his small addiction to the fruit. You reached for him after you locked the door of your apartment, raising on your toes to kiss his lips in that way that made Yoongi feel like you were something more.

“You look so handsome tonight.” you told him so, a hand smoothing the black silk shirt he was wearing.

“Thanks. You’re always looking pretty.” Yoongi told you in an unbribed moment of boldness, making you smile sweetly, hand still on his chest.

You were wearing a black sundress with a tiny red cherries pattern that was too light for the weather outside, but perfect for the toasty ambiance you kept your apartment in.

“Thank you.” you beamed, walking deeper into your apartment and leading him inside. “What’s that you got there?”

“Can’t you take a guess?”

Yoongi saw you eyeing the cardboard box with the pretty fall themed design when he walked in, and there was no way you couldn’t smell the festive pie. But you were still playing coy, as you usually did whenever anyone gave you gifts or did something nice for you; never one who liked to assume.

You and him were pretty alike in that sense.

“I know what I want it to be, but that would be impossible, because I’ve been calling Maybell and they keep telling me they are booked for the double layer pumpkin pie until next year.” you told him with a pretty pout. Yoongi had just felt your lips, but he wanted more.

Focusing on the matter at hand, he placed the box on top of your small kitchen counter and pushed it closer to you as he said: “Why don’t you open it, then?”

You did so, pulling apart the dark orange bow to open the box, letting out a high pitched squeal as you saw the pie. Yoongi’s mouth watered at the sight, he could only imagine your excitement.

“Yoongi!” you gushed with a small jump. “How the hell did you do this?!”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” he said, not really calculating his words and offering you a tight lipped smile as he realized how he sounded.

“Cheesy.” you giggled, but reached out to squeeze his arm. “Thank you.”

“What smells so good?” Yoongi deflected.

“That would be the bulgogi!” you chirped, pointing to the pan in the oven. “We can eat in a bit, and I hope it tastes as good as it smells.”

“Well, you’re making it, so I’m sure it probably won’t–”

“Than–hey!” you laughed at his joke, huffing as you pretended to be mad, which made Yoongi laugh along.

You shook your head and walked to the fridge, opening it to grab a wine bottle that Yoongi could recognize the label of. It was the brand and kind that he used to have at home, alongside his many bottles of whiskey.

“Should we open this? It’s supposed to go well with the food, according to Naver.” you offered, and your eyes were pleading.

“I’m driving, doll. If you had told me you wanted to drink, I would have taken a lift.” it hurt him to say that, and Yoongi didn’t like the way it made you bite your lip, uncertain.

“You can spend the night.” you told him, avoiding his eyes as you placed the bottle on the counter. Not moving to open it, but not putting it away either. “Or you can leave your car here and I’ll drive it back to you tomorrow.”

You didn’t like driving in Seoul, Yoongi knew that. You did have a license, and you drove whenever you absolutely had to, but it wasn’t something you’d offer lightly. Not only wouldn’t he put you through that, but the option of sleeping over at your place tonight was an inviting one.

You had spent the night at his place before, shared a bed, so it wasn’t the end of the world and wouldn’t make Yoongi spiral. But this was the first time that you’d share your bed. And somehow that felt like a new step you were taking in whatever this was.

Yoongi moved around you to take the bottle opener resting on the counter behind you and you smiled at his acceptance grabbing the two wine glasses you had already left out.

Once the drink was poured into the glasses, you made the move to sit on the small couch of your modest apartment and Yoongi followed you closely.

Your apartment was a small one bedroom unit, with a tiny kitchen and small living room. Enough for a single woman living alone in Seoul. It was filled with creams, whites and a few pops of color here and there. Yoongi could already notice the pumpkin shaped candle holder on top of your center table, and the cookie jar that looked like a ghost on your kitchen counter.

“I see you’re getting ready for halloween.” Yoongi pointed out.

“Oh, those have been out since October first.” you smiled, following his line of vision. You pulled a maple leaf printed cushion and rested it over your legs to sit comfortably. “You have to see my room, it’s really cute.”

Yoongi chuckled, because he could imagine the sheets that must be in autumn colors, maybe some bunting and pumpkin shaped fairy lights.

“I’m thinking I want to do Halloween differently this year.” you started again, softly swirling the wine in your glass.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Jiminie wants to go to Serendipity for costume night.” you were nodding as you told Yoongi of the plans.

“Of course he does.” he mused. “What are you thinking about dressing as? Sexy Anne Rice again?”

“Oh my god, that wasn’t supposed to be sexy!” you giggled with a cute blush on your cheeks, hiding your eyes behind a hand.

“The fang marks on your neck made it sexy.” Yoongi hadn’t seen you dressed in the costume that was supposed to represent your favorite writer, that would mean he actually went to the halloween party last year, but he got many selcas and pictures of the night.

“Well, it was an homage to her Interview With a Vampire world.” you explained and he smiled, because that was just so you.

“What are you thinking of changing this year?” he asked and you moved a little on your seat.

“I’m thinking about a couple's costume.” you said, not looking at him, and Yoongi’s blood ran cold. “Maybe I’ll dress up as Agatha Christie. Now I just need to find my Poirot.”

“That’s, uhm–” Yoongi nodded, gaining time to drink a few long sips of his wine.

How was he supposed to answer that? You were thinking of going to a club with someone else? Wearing a couple’s costume? You knew Yoongi didn’t go to clubs or parties, so you obviously didn’t mean you thought you and him should go together. It was easy to wonder if you were talking to someone on the side.

On the side of what? Yoongi asked himself bitterly. It’s not like you two were dating in the first place. It was easy for him to forget about it, but you clearly didn’t.

“Are you thinking of doing anything?” you pushed as the silence grew too thick.

“Nah. My building might have trick or treaters again, so I’ll just give out candy.” he shrugged, bringing the glass to his lips.

“I can help you with that!”

“I’m sure you’ll find your Poirot by then and will be too busy for your friends.”

That was a jab at himself, a way for him to get it through his head that that’s what the two of you were. You were just offering him help to be nice, because you were really nice. So nice you’d have anyone wishing to go to a club with you as your date.

Yoongi included. If you asked him.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” you sounded a little disappointed as you sipped quietly on your wine, but that could have been his own projecting. “So how’s the collab with PSY coming along?”

As you both sipped on your wine, Yoongi told you all of what he knew so far about That That. He’d have a meeting with the artist again this following week, to talk about their expectations and schedules, but he was staying positive.

You were so excited for him, hanging off to his every word, asking questions and being so supportive of him and everything he did that his hunched shoulders turned a little straighter and his breathing got a little easier.

There was no need to be worried right now, Yoongi decided, the more wine he drank, the further away the lump in his throat got. No matter what happened tomorrow, he still had tonight.

“I really hope he makes you dance.” you were saying as you brought the dinner to the small table, making Yoongi scoff.

“There’s no fucking way I’m dancing.” he told you with a squint, following you with the last of the banchans.

“Oh, come on, you’d be so good at it!” you told him without an ounce of doubt, giggling as you turned to face him. “I’m sure you can move those hips!”

Yoongi had a bowl of kimchi in one hand and another of fresh cabbage slaw in the other, so he had no way of protecting himself when you held him by the hips, making him turn this way and that as if you were proving he could dance.

“Hajimaaaa.” he warned you with closed eyes and a laugh on his lips.

“Admit it, you’d be great at shaking that ass!” you continued to sway him, both of your laughs mixing together as he was just trying to put the food down.

“I will do no such thing.”

With each step forward Yoongi took, you took one backwards, until you both reached the table and he could place the banchans down. His hands were now free, so he could take yours away from his hips and pin them to his chest.

“Hajima.” he repeated, a little lower this time, as he could smell the wine on your breath from close to each other you were.

“Or what?” you challenged with a pretty, innocent smile.

“Or I’ll have to stop you myself.”

“I think Min Yoongi is the greatest dancer this country has ever–”

Yoongi felt your smile against his as his lips pressed against yours, softly, but determined. He let go of your hands in order to hold both sides of your face as his lips moved against yours, tongue licking between your lips for you to part them for him. You were holding onto his shirt, little gasps leaving you as his tongue swiped at yours.

Yeah. At least he had tonight.

OCTOBER 21ST | 21:17

As it turns out, Yoongi did not have tonight.

Towards the end of the dinner –which was delicious, by the way–, you started to grow a little restless. Too stuck in your mind at times, not really answering Yoongi’s questions as if there was something worrying you. And Yoongi knew not to push you, you’d tell him whatever was bothering you whenever you felt comfortable to do so.

He knew something was really wrong when he got up to take the empty dishes to the sink and you didn’t try to stop him, nor did you move to help. You stayed in your spot, looking at the top of the table as if you were reading something really important there.

And then it came, the three words that made Yoongi’s stomach drop: “Can we talk?”

Yoongi left the dishes where they were, too nervous and hands too trembling for him to attempt to wash any of them. When he turned to you, you weren’t sitting at the table anymore, but standing in the living room, looking over at the city lights outside your window, arms around yourself as if you were trying to self soothe.

“What’s up?” he asked you, voice wavering.

“I’m not sure how I feel about this agreement anymore.” you were blunt and straight to the point. The dinner and the wine were trying to make a comeback, but Yoongi held himself together.

“Oh.”

“I mean, I did learn a lot–I am learning a lot. Each time we… do something, it’s fun and nice and I really enjoy myself.” this is when you turned around to face him and it wasn’t fucking fair that you looked this good while you were about to break his heart.

“Okay.”

“Maybe you were expecting to have sex tonight–”

Hearing this made Yoongi take a couple steps to close the distance between you, but stopped short of touching you. “No, doll. Stop, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to explain yourself to me, you know I’d never push you.”

“I know.” you nodded softly, avoiding his eyes, twirling the ring on your finger.

“We can just drop everything, I told you from the start.” he assured you once more, having to stick his hands into his pocket to stop himself from reaching out to touch you. He’d never get to touch you again. Pretending this wasn’t hurting him, that his hands wouldn’t shake if they were out of his pockets, that the lump in his throat wasn’t back. “There’s no pressure. You’re free to walk away whenever you want.”

“Yeah, okay.” you sniffed, as if you were about to cry. Yoongi’s heart broke for a whole different reason. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” he shrugged, even if he was positive nothing would ever be right again.

“It’s not. I really didn’t mean for this to happen… God, I’m so silly.” you chuckled, but it was a heavy one. You took a step back, both hands on your waist as you shook your head.

“You’re not silly, you wanted to make your book better.” Yoongi supplied.

He wondered if he should just count his losses and leave, walk away with the little bit of dignity he still had left, make this easier for you as well. And he couldn’t even drive home, not with how much wine he had. He could take a cab and ask one of his friends to come back for his car tomorrow; what annoyed him was that he couldn’t even have Namjoon do that as payback when the man didn’t drive.

“Yeah, and what do I do?” you asked, obviously a rhetorical question as you laughed at yourself. “I ask the guy I have a crush on to help me.”

“What–”

“As if that crush wouldn’t turn into feelings!” you continued, waving a hand in the air.

Yoongi’s mind was a mess as he tried to make sense of your words. His voice came out as a high pitched sound as he asked: “Feelings?”

“I know I made this awkward. I’ll understand if you need me to step away for a little while.” you said, still not looking at him, still talking to yourself as you started walking from one side to the other, hands and arms making random gestures. “You know what, if anything, Namjoon made this awkward.”

“Doll.”

“He knows how I’ve always felt about you, and you know what he told me just this afternoon?” you looked at him then, but it was fleeting. “That I should just confess! As if that was so damn easy.”

Yoongi’s lips split into a grin and suddenly the weight was lifted. His stomach stopped turning, but the butterflies were still there. His cold sweat wasn’t of anxiety anymore and the trembling in his body was from excitement, not dread.

“Doll.”

“Well, this is the last time I’m ever listening to that giant fool–”

“Baby.”

At the term of endearment your mouth closed and you looked at Yoongi with wide, sparkling eyes. He walked to you then, hesitance flying out the window. When his hand touched your face, you didn’t flinch or pull away from him, leaning into his touch.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked softly, eyes closing, bottom lip pushing out. “Shouldn’t you be running?”

“I should be doing exactly this.” Yoongi pressed his lips to your forehead and you let out a shuddering breath.

“Yoon, it will only hurt more when you leave.” you pouted, and the producer guessed it was a good time to let you in on a little detail you seemed to still be missing.

“What if I don’t leave, hm?” he lifted your face when you avoided looking at him. “What if I have feelings for you too?”

“Well, that would be great, but–” you were about to start spinning again when you gasped. “Do you?”

“Thought it was obvious.” he chuckled, gums out and everything.

“Nuh-uh!”

Your jaw dropped and you blinked slowly, kinda like a cat, letting his words sink in, the small brushing of his thumb on your cheek that dragged down to touch your bottom lip. Then your lips kissed the pad of Yoongi’s digit, he looked at your eyes to find nothing but joy.

“Will you take me out on a date, then?” you asked, hands circling his torso in a hug.

“I think we just had our first date.” Yoongi looked over his shoulder to the table where your dinner had been perfectly pleasant until the moment you got in your head.

But Yoongi understood now why you were so restless, why you sunk in on yourself and barely touched your food towards the end of the dinner. He could imagine exactly all that had been plaguing your mind, as the same thing was running through his.

“But I’ll take you on a second one.” he said, kissing your cheek. “And on a third one. And fourth one.”

You were giggling and squeezing him as he kissed all over your face, just to hear more of your sweet noises. “Does that mean you’re my boyfriend now?”

“If you want me to be.” Yoongi nodded, pulling his face away from yours so he could look into your eyes as he asked: “Do you want to be mine?”

“I’ve been yours, babe.” your arms unwrapped from his middle so you could hug his shoulders. “You have no idea for how long.”

“Let’s keep it that way, okay?”

“Okay.”

You were smiling as Yoongi held your face a little firmer, pressed his lips to yours a little harder. It was just supposed to be a celebratory kiss, really, one that marked the end of your arrangement and the start of your relationship. Until he swiped his tongue between your lips and you parted them with a moan. Your hands slipped into his hair, his dropped to your waist.

The wet sounds of your mouths sliding together were turning Yoongi’s happiness and elation into pure desire, greed and desperation. You were his now. Properly. Truly. You were with him because you had feelings for each other, not because of a silly book.

With the way you were pressing yourself to him, as if trying to melt and mold the two of you into one being, he could guess you were feeling the same way. When you pulled your lips from his, they were red and slightly swollen, and your eyes were like a kaleidoscope, pulling him in, making him dizzy with all of your colors and shapes.

“You wanna see my room?” you invited, making Yoongi’s stomach do a flip.

“I do wanna see your Halloween decor.” he nodded with a grin.

You smiled and took his hand with yours, palms and fingers slotting together as if they belonged just like that. You dragged him out of the living room, through the short hallway and into your bedroom, turning the lights on to let him see the space.

Your bedroom followed the same color patterns as the rest of the apartment, lots of whites and creams, but the apricot orange bed sheets complimented the halloween decorations sprinkled here and there. Your double bed was pressed against the furthest wall, right under a high window. Your dresser was cluttered with makeup, an opened jewelry box, a few papers and your laptop. On the headboard of your bed, a string light with little white ghosts was hanging, which you turned on as soon as you walked into the room.

Next to your bed, on top of the white nightstand, was a book, a case of wireless earbuds Yoongi had gifted you on your last birthday, and a printed picture of you and him. It had been taken months ago, by Hoseok and one of his many disposable cameras, but Yoongi didn’t know you had kept it.

“Ah.” you said with a small laugh, wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s middle as you noticed what he was looking at. “I was hoping you might see that and realize I’m in love with you.”

“You could have my face as a blanket and I still wouldn’t have realized that.” Yoongi chuckled, pulling you to his front and bending down to pick you up. “It’s nice to hear it, though.”

You squealed as he lifted you with strong arms, biceps bulging in his tight shirt as you wrapped your legs around his waist and held on. Your gasp made him feel really good about himself.

“Bed?” you offered with a smile and an eyebrow wiggle.

“Bed.”

Yoongi was nodding as he took the two steps to reach your bed, holding you with a tight grip until he sat down against your headboard. The little plastic ghosts clinked and poked him in the back of the neck as he settled with you on his lap, making you giggle.

“Come here.” Yoongi urged and you complied.

Your small hands were on his chest, sliding on the silk fabric until your fingers came in contact with the triangle of skin created by the three buttons he left open –per Jimin’s advice–. Each of your legs were on one side of Yoongi’s hips, straddling him as you sat right on top of him.

“Did I tell you that you look pretty tonight?” you asked him as you dragged your nails on his skin, nose touching his, lips brushing together.

“Did I tell you that you look pretty every night?” he countered, eyes closing as he took your bottom lip between his teeth.

You mewled softly, chasing Yoongi’s mouth once he let go of your lip. Your kiss was heated, deep, full of tongue and little moans that grew louder and louder as you started to rock your hips back and forward, dragging your core on Yoongi’s erection, making it feel harder and harder with every slow sway of your hips.

Yoongi’s hands were moving up and down your legs, slipping under your dress and growing bolder as you pushed into his hands when they settled on your ass. He squeezed the flesh, fingertips dragging on the tiny material that felt like lace under his touch.

His hips flexed up at the same time that you pressed down and the pressure on your core must have felt good, for you to throw your head back with closed eyes and parted lips. Yoongi took that as an invitation to kiss down your jaw, covering your throat in kisses, choosing a spot at the side of your neck to latch on.

“Yes, babe–” you breathed out, a hand slipping into his hair as if you were trying to keep him there.

“Mine.” he growled against your skin.

Yoongi licked your neck, as if preparing the skin to take his mark, sucking on the soft patch once he deemed it warm enough. Yoongi suckled hard enough to hurt, but you were lighting up with the sting, skin blooming with a red and purple bruise.

“All yours.” you nodded breathlessly, moaning as your hips never settled.

With one arm around your waist, Yoongi trailed kisses on the length of your shoulder, knocking the tiny strap of your sundress down. Your movement made Yoongi pull back a little to watch you push the other strap of your dress down, looking at him with an inviting bite on your bottom lip.

He was looking at you, gaze boring into yours, as his hands moved from under your dress to climb up your ribs to touch your breasts. They felt so full and soft and perfect as he squeezed both on each palm, your lips falling open with a sigh as he pulled the top of your dress down.

Your breasts spilled free and Yoongi groaned, looking at your pretty, perky and pebbled nipples, shade a little darker than your own skin.

“My eyes are up here.” you giggled, but you weren’t able to mask your nervousness.

“Mhm, and I love them too.” Yoongi nodded, but his gaze stayed where they were, watching the mounds of your breasts move as he cupped them both, rolling your nipples with his thumbs. You gasped and whined, which prompted the question: “Sensitive?”

“Guess so.” you nodded shyly, nails scraping at his scalp. “My own hands never really did much, but guess your fingers–ooh.”

You gasped, closing your eyes as Yoongi watched your face contort in pleasure as he pinched your nipples between his pointer fingers and thumbs.

“My fingers?” he probed, just to hear more of your shaky tone.

“I love them.” you mewled. “You have really sexy hands, did you know?”

Yoongi chuckled, not thinking much as he said: “Yeah, I’ve been told.”

Your grasp on his hair tightened as you stared at him right in the eye, lines between your eyebrows as you frowned.

“Only I can have them now.” you stated with a hint of possessiveness that made Yoongi shiver. “Just so you know.”

“I know, doll.” he told you so with a little chuckle that didn’t last long as his mouth met the heated skin of your collar bones.

“Yeah?” you whined, squeezing his hair between your fingers.

“Mhm, I’m all yours.” he told you in hopes of quelling your worries, even though your jealousy was hot. “And you’re all mine.”

You whispered a tiny ‘okay’ that turned into a moan as Yoongi kissed his way to your breasts, choosing a nipple to latch on. His lips wrapped around the bud and he sucked it into his mouth, dragging his tongue around it to hear you make more of those delicious sounds, just for him.

Pushing your chest harder against his face, you resumed the rocking of your hips, making him groan around your nipple, pulling off of it with a pop. As Yoongi switched to repeat the same treatment with your other nipple, you started to unbutton his shirt, button by button, getting a little worked up when your trembling fingers took longer to pop one open.

“Can you lay down for me?” Yoongi asked as his kisses changed direction and his hands squeezed your hips.

“Are we really doing this?” you asked with a nibble on your bottom lip, which made Yoongi pause.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I do, just… Don’t want you to think I asked to be your girlfriend so I could get in your pants.” you reasoned, making him laugh.

“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?” he mused. “You’ve been in my pants, baby.”

“Ahh, yeah, okay.” you giggled sweetly, moving off of his lap to keel on your bed.

“Cute.”

Yoongi was smiling like a fool in love as he moved to give you space to lay on your pillows, in the middle of your bed. While he pushed his shirt off his arms and let it fall on the floor, you pulled your sundress off the rest of the way. Yoongi’s breath got caught as he looked at you like that, for the first time, only a flimsy pair of panties on, which you removed even before you laid down for him.

He wanted to tell you that you were absolutely perfect, gorgeous all over, but the way you spread your legs for him, as your hands rested on your lower stomach, lip worried between your teeth, Yoongi didn’t know any words anymore.

Except maybe ‘want’ and ‘now’.

Yoongi was lowering himself between your legs, laying on his stomach as he kissed your inner thighs, sucking on the signs of your arousal that he found there. You smelled so good and looked so wet that he couldn’t resist bringing two of his fingers to your pussy, spreading your lips so he could see all of you.

You mewled as your back arched off the mattress, spreading your legs even wider for him.

“You’re so tight, baby.” he teased as the tips of his fingers circled your little entrance, watching as it clenched at his words. “How am I ever going to fit here, hm?”

“Been wondering the same thing, if I’m honest–” you chuckled breathlessly, hands falling to grab onto the comforter under you.

“I’ll be gentle.” Yoongi told you as his middle finger pushed deeper inside you, just the tip, pulling it out to bring it to your clit. “Stretch you nice and slow at first.”

“Yoongi–” you moaned as he flicked your bundle of nerves.

“Gonna have to fuck you over and over again, so your body understands you’re mine.” he told you so, fingers touching you all over as his lips met your lower ones. “That okay with you, doll?”

“Mhmm, so okay.”

Yoongi’s fingers dragged down to your clenching hole again and stayed there, teasing your entrance, collecting more of your wetness, pushing in slowly but retrieving whenever your moaning became pained. Yoongi didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted you to feel nothing but pleasure and love.

The flat of his tongue met your clit, lapping slowly and repetitively, until your moans became those of enjoyment. Once he was sure you were relaxed and content, Yoongi pushed the fingers into you again. He could feel your walls stretch to accommodate the digits, cock complaining inside his pants for being so constricted as all he wanted was to be buried inside you.

The more he sucked on your clit, the more you moaned and moved your hips in little circles, pushing his fingers deeper and deeper inside you. You were growing wetter and wetter and Yoongi was swallowing every sweet drop you gave him.

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly, between rubs of your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Doesn’t hurt as much anymore… Better than I thought.” you told him with a little whine. “Want more, babe.”

“Yeah? Think you’re ready for me?”

“Born ready!” you chirped with a little drunk giggle and the nodding of your head. “Please fuck me.”

Yoongi hummed and left one last kiss against your clit, which made you squirm and squeal. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, scissoring them apart for good measure, to stretch you around them so you could take his cock.

You moved up a little on your pillows, from where you had slipped down with all your squirming, attentive eyes watching all of him, making him grow a little shy. Yoongi could read the desire in your eyes, you wanted him as bad as he wanted you and it was making him fluster a little, neck and chest feeling a little hot.

As he pulled his wallet from his back pocket you asked: “Are you buying anything right now?”

“I’m getting a condom, doll.” Yoongi laughed at your wide eyes as you understood.

“We don’t need one.” you told him while sitting up to touch his stomach and chest, kissing his lower belly as your hands got to work on his belt and button. “I’ve been on the pill since we started this.”

“A–are you sure?” his stammering was what made you giggle no doubt.

With your little nod, Yoongi let his wallet drop to the floor where his shirt lay discarded and helped you push his pants and underwear off in one go, baring himself to you just as you were to him. You smiled sweetly and playfully licked at his tip, sending a rocking shiver all over his body.

“Jesus–” he hissed, taking a finger under your chin to make you look at him. “Lay down.”

“Be gentle.” you begged with a pout, which Yoongi kissed. “Go slow.” another kiss, one that became a dragged moan as your hand wrapped around his shaft. “And make me cum all over your big cock–”

“Okay, lay down, now.”

Your giggle was high pitched as Yoongi pinched your sides and had you squirming away from him to lay down on the bed. The man pushed your knees apart so he could lay on top of you, between your legs, heavy, painfully hard cock resting between your warm and slippery folds, making you both moan.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, nails and fingertips dragging up and down his back as he pulled you into a kiss. Yoongi kissed you slowly, deeply, full of passion and want and need. Your lips moved together as your tongues clashed with one another, breaths fanning each other’s faces.

When you started to move your hips back and forth, rubbing yourself on his cock, Yoongi moaned into your lips and you took his bottom one into your mouth to suck on and drag between your teeth.

His hand ventured between your bodies to stroke his cock a few times, teasing himself, pumping him to make him drip beads of pre-cum on your lips. He brushed the tip between your folds to open you up to him, leading his cock to your entrance. You started breathing harshly, so Yoongi kissed your cheek and jaw to relax you, whispering praises that made you calm down.

“I promise it won’t hurt as much as you expect it to.” he told you and you hit him with a snort that screamed ‘how would you know?’ which made him bite back a little smile. “I’ll be careful. You’ll be begging me to fuck you harder in no time.”

“Fuck, okay, I like that.” you writhed under him as he pressed his thumb to your clit to distract you from the sting as he pushed his cock into you, just the tip, breaching you for the very first time. “Shit, that’s– a lot.”

“Just breathe, you’re doing so well…”

Yoongi was holding himself up with an arm, chest pressed against yours, your body so small in comparison to his. Your small hands were on each side of his neck, your lips pressed against the side of his face as you let out the prettiest little sounds.

He was gentle with you, just as he promised, allowing you to get used to him, while holding back from taking you as he wanted. You felt so warm and so fucking tight, wet as slippery as he pushed in little by little, listening to your moans and stopping whenever you showed any signs of discomfort.

Yoongi could feel you clenching around him as his cock throbbed inside you and he made the mistake to look down, where your bodies met, and he saw the way your cunt was swallowing him, swollen clit and puffy lips.

“You’re amazing.” he told you as an afterthought.

“Pretty sure you’re doing all the work–” you managed to croak out.

“I’m sorry it hurts, baby.” he leaned down to kiss the frown between your brows, the pout on your lips.

“It feels good.” you whispered against his lips as they found yours. “Just feel so full, but it’s nice.”

“Yeah? Can I move a little?”

“Mhmm, you can.”

With desperation, you parted your mouth to take Yoongi’s lips and he kissed you back, the hand between the two of you easily finding your clit to rub it in small circles as his hips pulled out and then fucked him back in, making you cry out. The more you moaned, the more he rolled your clit to distract you and little by little you opened up to him, making the slide in and out a little easier.

Soon he couldn’t see any traces of pain in your pretty face, and that’s when he started to let go of his own restraints, starting to fuck you in a quicker pace that would catapult him into a different dimension with how hard you were squeezing him and how deep your nails were sinking in on his skin.

Your body was rocking with each fuller thrust and harsher pace, little cries of yes, yes, yes! letting him know that it was okay and you could take it.

“You feel so good, baby–” his voice was broken as his hips snapped back and forward. “I didn’t think anything could be better than your mouth, but–”

“Good to know you liked my blowjob so much.” you bantered, a dopey smile on your lips. “I can suck you off anytime you–fuck, Yoongi!”

Instead of fucking in and out of you, Yoongi tentatively rolled his hips, pressing deeper and harder, and you seemed to like that, wrapping your legs around him to keep him close to you.

“Like this?” he gruffed next to your ear.

“Yeah, right there–oh my god, the fuck is that–”

Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh as his cock started to repetitively hit your g-spot with each new shallow thrust that was still enough to make you bounce under him, some so strong that it made the little ghosts on the headboard shake.

“I’m gonna cum, babe, please–!”

You warned but he already knew it. Could feel you squeeze him impossibly tight, walls milking him for his own release, but he wouldn’t get there before you did. His thumb rolled your clit in quick figure eight movements, despite the tight fit for his arm between the two of you, as his hips pulled almost all the way out, only to snap back in and roll against yours.

The noises of the creaking bed under your combined weights and the skin slapping against skin only lost to your loud yelp as you let go and your orgasm washed over you. Yoongi’s mouth latched onto your nipple to suck and you trembled all over, twitching with the aftershocks as your climax lasted and lasted.

Your cunt was clamping so tight, sucking him in so strongly that Yoongi couldn’t even pull out of you, he just stayed there, letting your pussy milk his orgasm out of him. You both moaned together, bodies sticking with sweat, hugging each other for dear life as Yoongi filled you up.

As your breathing calmed down, Yoongi stayed close to you, peppering kisses all over your face.

“I love you.” he finally told you, hearing your tiny chuckle of bliss.

“I know.”

“Do you, now?” he laughed, pulling out of you slowly to fall onto the bed next to you, trying not to crush you with his weight.

“Mhm. You wouldn’t fuck me this good if you didn’t.” you grinned, trying to mask a wince as you were empty again, legs closing shut to keep his mess inside.

“You’d be surprised.” Yoongi joked, which earned him a slap to the chest.

“Stop making me jealous!” you whined, but couldn’t hold onto your pout as you laughed.

“I didn’t know you were so jealous, doll.”

Yoongi got up from your bed, not bothering to put his clothes back on as he left your room to walk into your bathroom. There he found more makeup bits, perfumes he knew well, and a vampire soap dispenser that made him laugh.

“You have no idea how many times I had to tell Kai you were straight.” you were saying as Yoongi looked through your cabinet to grab a clean towel, almost hitting his head on the marble top as he heard you.

“Wait, what?”

Once the small tower was wet, and his dick was properly clean, he made it back to your room to find your abashed little smile.

“You know Kai, the guy from our coffee shop?” you said as if it should be obvious. “He keeps hitting on you, but you’re always clueless. So he keeps asking me what’s your deal and I always tell him you don’t like boys.”

“You’re kinda right, I just like you.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but be amused about this new development, but as long as Kai was into him, Yoongi wouldn’t have to worry he might be into you. And it offered many opportunities for him to make you a little jealous, maybe a little more possessive over him.

Not that you ever had anything to worry about, as far as Yoongi was concerned, he’d belong to you for as long as you wanted him.

He got back to the bed and helped you pry your legs open, just so he could clean the mess the two of you had made together, both choosing to stay naked as you pulled him back to lay down next to you.

You were laying on his chest as you said:

“That was so good, Yoon.”

“Yeah?” he squeezed you a little tighter against his chest, lips pressing to the crown of your head. “Better than the pie?”

“The pie!”

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🌷 I am a sucker for exes fic where they are obviously still in love with each other but the break-up is a much needed space for each to realize a few things. I feel you, OC. It was obvious OC's love language is Quality Time and it must have hurt when people don't show up during her essential moments/milestones when she's been the best "cheerleader", as Yoongi has put it, to the people she loves and cares about. That was such a nice and smooth development from the longing to expressing their apologies. Ending it with a hot smut to reconnect the two was also so, so fine you'd want to break up just to experience that kind of make up sex too.

P.S. Shout out to Mrs. Min for being our unintentional matchmaker in this. These two would have stayed apart if not for your need to change the photo frame every few months lol.

🎵Whole Again🎵

Pairing: Rocker!Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Exes to LOVERS🥰

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual encounter (unprotected sex, spanking with a belt, m&f receiving oral, soft dom if you squint), jealousy, Tae offers unsolicited xxx pics as a joke, as usual all edited/proofed by me so, she’s a mess.

Summary: When your ex, Yoongi, reaches out for a favor, you have to decide if you can continue acquiescing his requests without it being too painful. Your feelings are still very real but you can’t be sure if his are.

“I’m at work,” you all but whine into the phone.

“Sounds like you’re in your car to me,” Yoongis voice echoes through the vehicle. You roll your eyes. Observant little shit.

“I’m on my way to a meeting,” you argue.

“You’re in the line at Starbucks, bet anything,” he clicks his teeth and you can all but see his sassy little mouth twist up at the corners.

“Here’s your flat white,” the barista in the window beams and you hear Yoongi cackle through the speaker.

You grab your coffee and smile as politely as you can, throwing some cash into the clear box on the edge of the window.

“Well, I’m on my way now then. Like I said Yoongi,” you sigh as you pull back into traffic, “working. What do you want?”

“A favor, like always,” he says flatly.

You rub your forehead as you halt at a traffic light, “Not that. Please be joking.”

“It’s just-,”

“Don’t you dare utter the words ‘it’s just one last time’ you lying sack,” you huff.

“I’ll tell her eventually! She loves you, it’ll kill her to know,” he whines. He’s of course talking about his mother, the only human on earth the man is petrified of. Despite the fact you’ve been broken up for months, Mrs. Min is still very much under the impression that you are still together.

“Of course she does, I’m a fucking delight.”

“Right,” he mutters, “It’s easy this time. I just need you to come to my show tonight.”

“Your show?” you furrow your brows, “Bullshit. There’s no way your mother is going to your show tonight.”

You try to picture his mom standing in the middle of the mosh pit, her favorite bag clutched tight under her arm. You hold in a giggle thinking of it.

“She wants a picture of the two of us,” he sighs, “she likes to switch the frame on the mantle out every few months. I told her about the show and she asked me to text her a photo, that’s it.”

“This is sick Yoongi,” you shake your head, “we broke up three months ago and your mother is still putting up pictures of us? You have to tell that poor woman!”

“I will.”

“Liar,” you laugh dryly, “but fine. Text me the address, I’ll come and snap a pic, then I’m out. Out. O-U-T.”

“Okay, yeah, loud and clear boss,” he chuckles.

“You say that, but you better tell Taehyung. He’s always trying to guilt me into staying at these things, the kid clearly wants us back together.”

Yoongi snorts into the phone, “Yeah, that’s the reason he’s so incessant with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. Get to your meeting - I’ll text you the details. Later.”

The phone goes silent and you toss it into your bag in the passenger seat.

This is part of it all, you think. This is why you broke it off with him. He is a perpetual child. The man can’t even tell his own mother he’s no longer seeing someone!

Everyone, including Yoongi, thought it was because of the music. That you wanted a man with a “grown up” job, that you wanted someone who would pay your bills, buy you stuff. That’s what hurt you the most, aside from the reality of losing him as a partner. It stung learning that evidently they all thought that little of you, that they thought you were that insufferably shallow.

In actuality it was the immaturity. The fact that you showed up for him, front row, every time - but he rarely showed up for you. Last December you won the award for highest commission earnings in the region - they had a ceremony where everyone dressed up and had it catered - but suits and ties and that crowd “isn’t his thing” he’d said. You were just proud of yourself and wanted to share the moment with him. You wanted him to be proud of you too - but it was too much to ask.

That had probably been the last straw. It hadn’t been the first time, and at some point you had to accept that it wasn’t going to be the last.

You pull back into the parking lot of your office and take breath, wipe some pesky tears that seemed to have come from no where, then get back to it.

You can hear the broken riffs blaring from guitars before you even get inside the bar. Warm up and sound check.

“Cover charge is fifteen,” a man standing at the door states.

“Oh, right,” you dig your wallet out of your purse.

“She’s with us,” a familiar voice interrupts and you turn to see Taehyung sauntering around the corner, tossing a cigarette butt into the street.

“Cool, good luck tonight,” the bouncer nods and Taehyung wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you in.

“Thanks,” you nudge him, “I really didn’t want to pay fifteen bucks for a picture.”

“Huh? A picture?” he scrunches his nose, flipping some of his wavy locks out of his eyes.

“It’s so dumb, but I just need to take a picture, and then I’m out of here,” you tell him.

“Baby if you wanted a picture of my dick you could’ve just texted me, you didn’t have to come all this way-,”

“That’s good Tae, thanks, you think you could tape down some of these cords? Or are you still on your smoke break?” Yoongi raises a brow and Taehyung removes his hand from your shoulder.

“You’re gross sometimes Tae,” you add with an eye roll.

“Nobody takes a fuckin’ joke around here, swear to God,” he mutters but grabs the roll of electrical tape.

“Howdy,” he finally says, setting his guitar on the stand.

“Hey.”

He had to wear the leather jacket. Of course he did. It’s practically one of his uniforms for performances. It’s also one of your weaknesses. Along with the ripped jeans and the chunky rings on his hand that would look stupid on any other man. His hair is also getting so long, you notice he’s covered up the green, all of it back to his natural black that now hangs in effortless waves all over his head. He probably just woke up like that, you think. You end up having to look away, because he’s just too fucking hot right now and you’re suddenly fighting the urge to touch him, kiss him.

“You look all dressed up, you got plans tonight?” he asks, laying some of the cords flat on the stage so Tae can tape them proper.

You think of lying, maybe telling him you’re going out with friends - but the truth is most of your friends will be here, watching his band perform. You swallow a heaviness down your throat.

“No, just thought I’d make your picture look good,” you tease weakly.

He smiles as he continues sorting equipment on stage.

Maybe you did go a little overboard, subconsciously. Maybe you put on an outfit that was a little tighter than necessary. Maybe you took more time with your hair. Maybe you did your makeup in a way that you know he likes. Maybe you did it for him, it’s hard to say, it all still feels so weird. Seeing him. Being this close to him. You miss him - does he miss you? Did you make a mistake? Will you be alone forever now because you broke up with your soulmate?

“I guess you want to get it done then,” he sighs, dragging his phone out of his jeans, “Joon! Can you take a picture of us real quick?”

You almost interject, tell him he can take his time, but that contradicts your sour attitude from the phone conversation earlier.

“Sure…,” Namjoon takes Yoongis phone, “You guys do know you’re broken up right?”

“It’s a whole story Joon, just take the picture,” Yoongi says flatly. He wraps his arms around you from behind and for a brief second it’s the most natural feeling. His head comes around so your cheeks are pressed together and your heart aches in your chest. You can’t keep doing these things for him. It hurts.

“Uh. You guys both look like someone died, maybe like…smile?”

You hear Yoongi let out a breath by your ear and you’re not sure if it’s a laugh or out of frustration. You turn your head and the two of you look at one another briefly but can’t seem to manage to keep each others gaze.

“One, two, three…” Namjoon counts and you plaster a bright smile across your lips, trying to pull that light up to your eyes but likely failing miserably.

“That’ll do,” he says stepping over to hand Yoongis phone back, “you sticking around ___?” he asks.

“Oh, um-,” you trail off.

“Of course she is!” Taehyung pipes up, “We’ve got a new song to play, and we’re trying out a new cover, of course she’s staying.”

“You wrote a new song?” you look at Yoongi who just nods, looking a bit uncomfortable.

“Please stay ___,” Taehyung pouts, “we need you to tell us if the new song is trash or not, please?”

“I could…,” you look at Yoongi, “if you’d be okay with that?”

He doesn’t look at you as he starts rolling out extension cords, “I always want you around ___. I need a longer cord, be right back,” he says hopping off the stage to go find the manager.

“It’s settled then,” Joon pats you on the back, “it’s good to see you by the way. He misses you, ya know?”

You feel your face get hot. You simultaneously want to ask him to spill it all, what Yoongi has said about you, and also want to tell him yeah, you get it because you miss him too.

“Oh,” is all you muster up.

“Just…listen to the new song close tonight? Okay?” he instructs and you nod.

He leaves you standing there with Taehyung and you’re silent for several moments.

“I need a beer,” you finally sigh.

“No shit,” Tae agrees, pulling some cash out of his pocket, “get me one too.”

Where did you go?

You took me with you

Pulled me out of my body

And left me behind

I just wanna be whole

With no one but you

Put me back baby

I just wanna be whole

You sit at the bar, a very good distance away from the band, and you watch Yoongi.

The song was obviously a break up song and you found your hands shaking during the tune. What does this mean? Or does it mean nothing, he’s a musician, and musicians write stuff to get things out - but it doesn’t always mean anything significant. It could’ve been as simple as needing a softer track, something other than ‘fuck capitalism, fuck the man.’

You need to talk to him. You look back toward the band who stand on the floor in front of the stage taking photos with fans. You smile, you can remember when the only person at their shows on purpose was you and a few of your friends.

You watch as a girl in basically nothing wraps herself around Yoongi and obnoxiously begs her friend to snap a picture. She wraps her arms around his neck and puts her lips against his cheek.

And you fucking hate it. Your blood instantly reaches a boil as you watch him smile awkwardly. As if he can sense it, his eyes find yours across the expansive space, and you angrily grab your beer and stomp out of the bar to the outdoor area.

What the fuck is wrong with you? You never gave a shit about fans flirting or touching him. You know he hates it, you know he doesn’t like being touched or hugged by strangers but he allows it because they have to have fans to grow. You know he’d never do anything with a fan. Their drummer, Jungkook, once took a girl home after their show, a fan, and Yoongi nearly lost his mind. Seriously considered kicking him out of the band. Namjoon and Tae had to talk him down for days. ‘It’s unethical, unprofessional, and no one’s going to take them seriously if they fuck groupies he’d said.

So why are you pouting out on the patio with steam all but rolling out of your ears?

You look up at the sound of metal doors opening and Yoongi emerges, his eyes scanning the area until he finds you sitting in the furthest corner.

“Hey,” he approaches and you look at the ground, your knee bouncing with anger and jealousy like a lunatic.

“Hi.”

“Why did you fly out here like a bat from Hell?” he laughs, sitting in the chair beside you.

“Hot.”

“You’re doing the thing,” he warns.

“What thing?”

“That thing where you give me one syllable answers with a tone that sounds like you’d love to gauge my eyes out with a melon baller,” he laughs.

“Hmm, you think they keep one at the bar?” you ask flatly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Go ask little miss skanky pants in there,” you huff, taking a long sip of your beer.

“Little miss skanky pants…really?” he laughs and you have to press your lips in a tight line to stop yourself from laughing too.

“I didn’t like it,” you admit.

“Yeah? How do you think I feel when Tae says dumb shit to you like joking about sending you dick pics?” he counters.

“Please,” you roll your eyes, “Taehyung is a pig, whose dick has probably been inside every human being within a ten mile radius of wherever he’s standing at the moment. No thanks. You know me better than that.”

“…and I think you know that I hate being touched by strangers. I physically cringe. So why are we out here being jealous?” he sighs, “I mean fuck, we’re not even together.”

He sniffs, resting his chin on his hand.

The song.

“The new song you wrote,” you start cautiously, “was that…about us?”

“What do you think?”

“Well, at the risk of sounding like a self-centered ass who’s trying to make it about me…yeah, the shoe kind of fits there, doesn’t it?”

“It’s about us,” he admits, “about our split. About how it made me feel - I don’t feel like me without you - it’s stupid…” he shakes his head.

“It’s not stupid Yoongi,” you touch his shoulder, wondering if you should say what you’re really feeling, may as well. “I don’t feel like myself without you either, if I’m being honest.”

“I know better now, you know?” he looks at you.

“Know what better?”

“Why you left. It took me a while, but when I was writing that song it kind of hit me. You were always such a willing participant in our relationship. My cheerleader. Hell, we’re not even together and you came here to take moms stupid photo and stayed to watch the show, and you never asked for anything in return - but the few times you did I never returned the favor did I?” he says with a sad smile.

Your eyes prickle with tears.

“I just wanted you to be proud of me, the way I was proud of you Yoongi. I wanted you to look at me the way I looked at you and say “yeah, that’s my girl, she’s fucking killing it” but it never seemed like you cared to do that,” you sniff.

He pulls your chin with his fingers so you’re eye to eye, “I’m so sorry ___. You deserved as big of a cheerleader as you were to me, and I never gave that to you but I am. God I am so fucking impressed by you on a daily basis, and for the life of me I can’t understand why I never showed you that.”

You smile and squeeze his hands. Wipe the tear from your cheek and chuckle.

“That’s all I ever wanted to know.”

“I know. I’m not trying to force you back into anything you don’t want, but I swear on my life I won’t make the same mistakes twice. Now that I understand, I promise I won’t.”

“Jesus Yoongi,” you laugh, “you keep talking like that and we’re gonna end the night with me on your lap and my panties pulled to the side.”

Whoa. Where did that come from? Did that come out of your mouth? You look back over at him and he’s just staring. Eyes a little darker, lips pressed into a mischievous smile. He looks around, scoots his chair closer.

“Do you want to?” he whispers, “because I’d love to feel you right now. Fuck, I miss how it feels to fuck into that tight cunt, your nails on my back. Take us home baby, let me make you feel good.”

Your clit is throbbing and you bite down on your bottom lip, nodding hard as he takes your hand.

“What about loading up the equipment?” you ask as he drags you back through the bar.

“I’ve single handedly packed our shit up enough times that I think they’ll be okay this once,” he points out.

“I’m leaving, you guys are on your own,” he hollers to them.

Namjoon looks up, then centers on where your and Yoongis hands connect, his lips curling up, “Nice. Go on you two, we’ll load up!”

“Let’s go,” Yoongi pulls you into him, his mouth against your ear, “I want to do the worst fuckin’ things to you, we got time to make up for.”

You couldn't describe in words the noise you make if your life depended on it.

When you shut the door to your apartment things feel real suddenly. You'd half expected him to shove you up against the door, ravish you, and part of you wishes he would.

In typical Yoongi fashion though, he takes a moment, wanders around the room as if he's looking for something new. As if he's trying to learn something about a woman he's on a first date with.

"What are you doing?" you finally ask, hanging your jacket up on a hook.

"Can I ask something stupid before we do this?" he looks at you, removing the leather jacket you admire so much and tossing it over the back of your couch.

"Sure."

"In the time we've been...not together - did you...have you been with-," he trails off. It's adorable.

You smile, "No, Yoongi. There hasn't been anyone else."

He nods, "Good. I haven't either, just FYI, if you needed to know. Not that you asked but...yeah. There's only ever been you on my mind ___, just you."

"Yoongi?"

"Yeah?"

"Come here and touch me."

"Right."

Finally you're alone with him. You were alone in the car, of course, and you had to stop yourself from touching him, tasting him on the ride here. No one needs to die in a fiery crash because they're horny.

"I missed you so fucking much," he whispers, and his lips brush over yours.

"I know," you manage to rasp out, lips pressed against his. "Me too."

Now he pushes you against the wall, "Never again, you're mine," he all but whimpers as his mouth descends on your neck, your jaw.

His lips and tongue move erratically over your skin, reclaiming it, and you fist the sides of his shirt willing him to stay forever. You pull at the hem a little, and he pauses just long enough for you to slide his tee shirt up and over his head.

"Come on," he pulls your hand and guides you to the bedroom.

Noticing the blinds are open he walks across the room to pull them down, pulls your curtains in. Then he turns and looks at you.

"Strip," he tells you clearly and your heart skips a beat.

You'd never admit it out loud, but one of your favorite things is when he gets bossy in the bedroom. It's something you missed quite a bit - your vibrator certainly knows - but he doesn't. You're unsure of how bossy he plans to be, so you test the waters.

"Aren't you going to say please?" you tease him, and the corners of his mouth do twist up into a grin, but his eyes aren't playing your game.

"No. I'm going to tell you one more time nicely, but after that I'll just do it myself baby," he licks his lips.

“Alright, okay,” you giggle, pulling your dress off, trying to get it in the laundry basket but missing.

“Was all this for me?” he eliminates the distance between the two of you, his fingertips flitting over the hemline of your bra, then down your stomach to play with the lace line of your panties.

“I didn’t know this would happen,” you admit, your arms sliding around his neck, your lips brush against his, “but maybe, subconsciously, it’s always all for you Yoongi.”

“I like that,” he smirks, his tongue tickling your lips and you open up to give him access, to give him anything he wants.

“Turn around,” he finally commands, his voice coming out in a sharp breath.

You do. You spin for him slowly, making sure your ass rubs across his hips, before you brace yourself against the footboard of your bed.

“Like this?” you ask.

“Yes baby, very good,” he palms your ass cheek, giving it a squeeze.

You can hear him behind you unbuckling his belt, hear it sliding through the loops on his jeans. Then suddenly a sharp snap of the leather. He drags it over the skin of your ass. He knows how much you love being spanked.

“Not too hard, please,” you remind him, mouth dry.

“Never,” he bends down and places a wet kiss on each side of your butt, where the swell of it peeks out from your underwear. “I’d never hurt you baby.”

You nod, feeling him stand back up behind you. The clink of the belt buckle fumbles in his hands and you grab the board a bit tighter.

It doesn’t hurt, when it hits your ass, but it leaves a sting that radiates outward, straight to your cunt. You stifle a loud moan, biting down hard on your lip.

Again the sting hits, though the smack of the belt is barely audible in the quiet room. A few more times and your head is spinning.

“Okay?” he pushes his body against your back side, his face disappearing in your neck.

“Yes…Yoongi please I-,” you’re on your tip toes, calves twitching as he grinds his hard, clothed cock against your ass, between your thighs.

“Mm, been waiting to hear that for what feels like forever,” he smiles against your skin, biting your shoulder a bit and you whimper.

“Hear me beg for it?” you chuckle at yourself.

“Yes ma’am,” he grips your hips and drags you against his hard length.

You’re about to say something but he suddenly hooks his fingers in your panties, dragging them down as he lowers himself until he’s kneeled behind you, delicately pulling your feet out of the underwear and tossing them over where your dress lies.

“Open up for me,” you feel his breath hot against the back of your thigh and you shudder, but do as you’re told, widening your stance.

He licks and sucks the skin on your legs, right under your ass, delicately moving his tongue closer to your slick heat.

“Yoongi…” his name comes out as a plea and you bend ever so slightly, trying to silently direct his tongue to your cunt.

“God you’re so fucking wet baby,” he whispers. “It’s practically dripping down your thighs.”

“I missed yo- oh fuck!” you gasp when you feel his tongue wriggle between your folds, gliding effortlessly through your slick. You nearly double over when he starts softly lapping at your clit, his entire face buried in your wetness.

“Mmmmm,” he moans into your body and you reel, your grip on the bed frame becoming pathetically weak with every flick of his tongue.

“Oh god…I’m so close,” you whine, lips parted in want as you move your hips with his tongue, grinding on his mouth as he fucks you so well with it.

You’re right there, the build of an orgasm getting stronger and stronger. Then he’s gone, his tongue pulls off your dripping pussy, his body heat dissipating. He’s fucking edging you?

“Wait…wh-,” you whine.

“Bed. Now.”

You catapult yourself over the frame and land on the mattress softly with a giggle. You watch as he walks around, pulling the rest of his clothes off. He grabs your legs and drags you to the edge of the bed, slotting himself between your thighs. His hand scoops you up behind your neck and he drags your mouth onto his.

“Fuck me,” you breathe into him, your hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him softly.

He grins into your mouth, his hand moving from behind your neck, his fingers wrapping gently around your throat, “Then ask nicely baby.”

“Are you punishing me or something?” you pout.

He laughs, running the back of his knuckle through your slit and you hiss.

“Is asking you to be polite a punishment?”

“It just feels like you’re making me work awfully hard for something you clearly want to give me,” you say, squeezing his cock a little tighter.

“Maybe I am,” he breathes, fucking your fist a bit, “maybe it’s payback, for you breaking up with me, maybe I need to know how bad you want it, that you really mean all this - and it’s not just you wanting me to fill that sweet fucking cunt up,” he explains, teasing your lips with his tongue.

“Is that so?” you ask.

You take your hand off his dick, place them on his lean hips, then pull him onto the bed.

“Sit up, let me show you,” you tell him gently.

“You taking control baby?”

“Just for a bit, wanna take care of you, let me show you,” you repeat.

You watch him get comfortable, his legs spread over your bed so you can crawl up between them. Unhooking your bra, you let it slide down your arms and drop it.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful,” he smiles.

“So are you baby,” you reply, dragging your tongue up the shaft of his throbbing cock gently.

He makes a sexy noise and lets his head fall back into the pillows.

You lick and massage his testicles, then kiss your way back up, taking the head of his cock in your mouth with a soft suck, using the tip of your tongue to kitten lick his head, relishing in the way he squirms.

“Fuck, that’s so good, just like that baby,” he buries his fingers in your hair as you take him deeper.

“Missed your dick in my mouth,” you admit between sucking.

“I missed watching you take it,” he pants. “I’m gonna bust if you keep going,” he warns.

“I can finish you,” you offer, “you could cum all over me, you like that if I recall,” you smirk.

“I do like that,” he says, scooting up, “but that’s not what I want right now.”

“What do you want?” you ask, he’s pulling you into him now, limbs tangling as he eases you into the position he wants.

“Wanna be inside you, want you under me, thighs wrapped around my waist, fucking yourself onto my dick because you want it so bad too,” he whispers.

“I can do that too,” you smile, taking his head between your hands as you kiss him.

“I know you can baby,” he lays you down so you’re on your back, “you take me so fucking good.”

“Yoongi,” his name slips out in a soft whimper, you can feel him aligning with your body.

“So good for me,” he utters as he pushes into you.

You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed him in this way until he’s fully inside you. You both open your eyes and look at each other, the entire moment screaming how good this feels, how right it feels, without either of you saying a word.

He moves like that slowly, letting your bodies readjust to each other. You feel every centimeter of his length drag against your insides, laying that foundation, and you already feel the pull. The heat of a spark that’s about to turn into an explosion.

So you give him what he wants as his pace quickens, and you lock your thighs around his waist, holding your hips up and off the mattress. He grabs a fistful of your ass as he plunges harder, deeper, and you meet his thrusts with a grind.

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, that pull is getting tighter and tighter, you have to chase it now. You continue meeting his thrusts, continue to fuck him, hard. You wonder if he can feel what he needed to feel in your strokes against him, how desperate you were to get him back, not just for this, but in your very bones how you need him. You’d wished him to say what he said at the bar, about understanding now that you needed him, you need his presence in your life.

You think of this as you drag your nails down his back, think of how his breaths are getting shallow and erratic. You watch the muscles in his arms and chest move as he works his body into yours and before you can even tell him - the pull of that spark ignites and explodes. Your legs tighten around him and your back arches up off the bed as your fists disappear into the blankets, scrunching them up as you come.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes, sitting back on his knees and gripping your hips so he can drag you onto his cock. He fucks you hard until his thrusts cease for a moment, you can feel him twitch as he releases it all inside you.

“I love you,” you say softly, pulling him back to you, wrapping yourself around him with no immediate plans to let him go.

“I love you too, so much ___. I missed you so much. I should’ve showed up at your door a million times to tell you how sorry-,” he sniffs, but you place your finger over his lips.

“Don’t be sorry, you don’t have to be. You showed me tonight everything I needed to know. We’re okay now,” you promise him.

“You’re sure right? I can’t lose you ever again,” he presses his forehead against yours.

“I’m positive,” you kiss him, “and lucky you - you never even had to tell your mother.”

You both start laughing, laying together on your bed - and you feel whole again.

T H E E N D

Endnotes:

1. Special thanks to my Tumblies ( @btsgotjams27 @starlightjoon @kittycat1dsn @minholykingofkorea ) who all ran to help me when I got stuck on this fic and had no idea where to take it. Ya’lls slutty ideas gave me the inspo I needed to continue and I love you all to pieces. Truly💜

2. This story started as a fic titled “Remember Paris.” Which some of you will recognize bc you voted for it to be my next wip-to-fic in a poll. I’m here to swear to tell you that this is that fic😂 after editing, deleting, rewriting and that photo 🥴etc; this fic looks about as much like my original idea as I look like Min Yoongi (I do not btw). Sooo 🙃 enjoy!!!

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🌷OC is better than me because I won't be able to keep my cool hearing people talk about my LDR boyfriend probably playing around and getting some coochies hahaha. LDR is so tough and the beginning of this fic showed valid reasons why OC started having these feelings of doubt. I am also glad she took a more mature route in handing her feelings, which is more inspiring to see/read. It was also easy to see how their relationship also matured compared to the previous fic where their relationship fit the college vibes. They still retained their cute banter and the familiarity with their dynamic is quite reassuring. I had guessed what JK was trying to pull off and I am glad OC didn’t have to worry about anything. I love this couple and I enjoyed reading this continuation of their love story 😍.

2002 | jjk (m)

summary: the year was 2002. kelly clarkson won the first season of american idol, mtv had everybody glued to their tvs, von dutch was the brand, people were total losers if they didn’t quote shrek or harry potter and you broke the distance with your pro athlete boyfriend, jungkook. pairing: hockey player!jungkook x f reader genre: one shot, early 2000s au, hockey au, est relationship, fluff, crack, angst, smut rating: 18+ word count: 15.8k warnings: step on up we got swearing, 2000s slang, crack humor, banter, jk calls reader tiny, mentions of steroids & drugs (eg. coke + meth), smoking (eg. marijuana + cigarettes), minor alcohol consumption, 2000s pop culture references & technology, hockey lingo, amas 2021 jk, long distance relationship, minor character death, big time rush angst, tears rip, insecurities, miscommunication, jealousy, sexual tension, jk has eyebrow + lip piercings, lotta kissing, hugs & cuddles, pet names, dry humping, explicit smut so oral (m + f receiving), cum eating, handjob, clit stimulation, fingering kinda?, playing w titties & balls, big dick!jk, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap that willy), overstimulation, multiple positions (doggy + missionary), multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare

a/n: thank you all so much for the love you’ve given 1999! ♡ because of how well received it was, i decided to give y’all more of these silly goofy funny loved up idiots! i really appreciate everyone’s patience and understanding as i wrote this fic and i’m crossing my fingers that it lives up to standards. a shout out to sav (@jeonjcngkook) and sana (@sweetieguk) for being my biggest supporters of this couple! while i recommend reading 1999 first, this can also be read as a standalone. please let me know your thoughts as feedback is greatly welcomed ☻

masterlist | taglist | 1999

Tiger lilies.

An enormous and exuberant bouquet of them was the first thing you saw when you walked into the clinic earlier that morning.

The assembly of vivid oranges, deep fuchsias, stark whites and brilliant yellows snatched your breath from the back of your throat. The flowers were spectacular and you couldn’t help but think of him.

Tiger lilies were his birth flower after all.

“Good morning Mia,” you greeted the blonde behind the reception desk, giving her an agreeable smile, “did someone deliver flowers for you?”

Your coworker snickered and shook her head, “someone delivered flowers for you.” She emphasized, gesturing to the dainty note that was nestled in the grand bouquet.

“Me?” You echoed, eyebrows shooting upwards as you looked over at the note. It wasn’t handwritten, no, instead a piece of simple beige cardstock, with words printed onto it in black ink. Although it was rather impersonal in presentation, you could recognize the mannerisms used in the text from anywhere.

Mia leant her chin onto her hands while she watched realization spark in your eyes, your hands reaching for the note and plucking it from where it was positioned.

“Thinking of you majorly. I hope these make you think of me too. Counting down the days ‘til I see you again. I love you Tiny,” you read aloud while a dusting of carmine appeared on your cheeks, “he’s so cute sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” Mia squawked, shaking her head reproachfully, “hun I think you mean all the time. Your boyfriend is a total heartthrob and phat as hell.”

You smiled dreamily, glancing down at the note and then carefully (very gently) placed it back in its delegated spot. “You know, you sound like every girl on the east coast right now.”

You meant it as a joke, totally lighthearted but you also weren’t wrong.

Women of all ages shamelessly drooled over Jungkook and have been since his first season. Though you could argue that girls have been ogling him since middle school, the shift most certainly inaugurated the day he graced the ice professionally, with him adorning that infamous blue and white jersey.

“Are you gonna open up a can of whoop ass on me?” Mia chortled with a blinding grin, shielding her face in a joking manner.

You playfully shook your head, “no. That means I would have to smack down half of this country and Canada as well,” you snorted, lifting up the bouquet of flowers with intention of taking them to your office, “I know Kook is gorgeous. I’m not one of those wacko girlfriends that hates when people compliment my boyfriend.”

“See, I wish I was as level headed as you. I would go batshit crazy on anyone who fawns over my partner.”

Your lips curved upwards into a smile, “I’m not a trained psychiatrist for no reason. Need to have my head somewhat screwed on for that line of work.”

Mia nodded in agreement and eagerly followed you down the hallway to your allocated office.

Yes, your office. Not shared with anyone else—completely yours and yours alone.

It was still baffling to you how far you’d progressed since graduation, and in such a short amount of time. The move to Boston hadn’t been as perverse as you’d anticipated. Sure, you found yourself homesick a couple of times within the first few weeks but soon enough you were settling in and finding your feet amidst the internship.

Just before Labor Day (during the first six months of your internship), you were offered the incredible opportunity to conclude your internship prematurely and move into a permanent junior position. Naturally, you accepted it.

That weekend was beyond memorable for you, as you’d not only landed your dream job but Jungkook had flown in from Toronto to celebrate with you. He stayed an entire long weekend and frankly, you barely left your apartment. He practically made it his mission to show you just how proud of you he was and he sure as hell completed that mission with flying colors.

Understandably, it had been hard to say goodbye again after those glorious three days. But before you knew it, the two of you had developed a steady rhythm for the long distance relationship.

And that’s why you were still going strong two years later (technically two and a half, since Jungkook loved to count the day you wore his varsity jersey as being the day you both started dating and you don’t ever debate him on that).

“So why tiger lilies? I thought your favorite kind of flowers were peonies.”

You placed the bouquet into the vase you kept near the windowsill, “peonies are my favorite. Tiger lily is Jungkook’s birth flower.” You kindly informed the receptionist who had quickly become one of your closest friends.

“That makes the note ten times cuter!” Mia gushed, clapping her hands together with glimmering eyes.

“Did you read my note?” You tried to hide your smile by sucking in your lips and raising an eyebrow.

Mia’s shoulders immediately upthrusted towards her jawline, cheeks turning a shade of rose. “Busted… I’m sorry, I was curious!”

“I’m just messing with you Mia, I don’t mind if you read it.” You tittered while pouring some good old Boston tap water from your water bottle into the vase.

The blonde visibly relaxed then, the tension leaving her body. “Oh wicked sweet. Wendy always bites my head off when I read her delivery notes.” She grimaced, clearly remembering a time that wasn’t too pleasant.

You went to reassure her that you weren’t that uptight, when the woman in question walked into your office unannounced.

Speak of the devil.

“Flowers, Y/N?” Wendy drawled, bringing her lit cigarette to her pursed lips and taking a drag.

You absolutely despised that she smoked indoors but she unfortunately got away with a lot of things given her long-standing position with the clinic. Her nasty habit of smoking was one of the key reasons you kept Febreze in your office, as well as a fire blanket and stain remover.

Forcing a polite smile, you nodded once, “yes. They’re from Jungkook.” You didn’t owe her any kind of explanation, but your entire body warmed with adoration any time you spoke of your boyfriend. And you simply loved that feeling.

Wendy puffed out smoke, almost blowing it in Mia’s face whilst she glanced at the magnificent bouquet. With a click of her tongue, Wendy flicked her cigarette ash into your trash can. “Hm, a big bunch like that… either he cheated or he forgot an important date like an anniversary or birthday.”

You stiffened in response to her comment, bristling at the negative connotations. “Jungkook has a better memory than I do. Not that it’s any of your business, Wendy, but he sent me flowers because he was thinking of me.” You squared your shoulders, instinctively becoming defensive over the love of your life.

“He’s supes sweet!” Mia raved.

You were thankful that Mia came to your aid, because you weren’t fond of the way Wendy kissed her teeth. She was a miserable woman that loved to bring down others in order to make herself feel good. You detested the fact you had to be nice to her every single day but you dealt with it for the sake of your career.

“I see,” Wendy mused, blowing out the last few rings of smoke before ditching her cigarette butt in the trash. God, the sight almost made your eye twitch. “Perhaps he was thinking of you because he betrayed you. You know how those sports players can be, they don’t value loyalty unless it comes in the form of a uniform.”

You bristled. Her utterance prickled at your skin, making your stomach churn. The very idea of Jungkook being unfaithful to you was absurd but not entirely impossible. He resided in another country, for crying out loud. Toronto was six hundred and five miles from Boston. A ten hour drive or a two hour flight. Sure, the distance could be far worse but there was still an entire international border between you both. If he was to cheat, you wouldn’t have a clue.

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Mia confronted Wendy on her cynicism, lips curled up in disgust.

You, on the other hand, reached for the note stashed in the floral arrangement and held the piece of cardboard to your chest. Your boyfriend organized for a bouquet to be sent to you because he simply missed you. He wanted you to be thinking of him because you were on his mind. There was nothing backhanded about his gesture. Jungkook wasn’t like other athletes. He was in hockey for the game—for his passion—not for fame, fortune and fans. You knew this to rein true.

“Isn’t he some hot-shot hockey player?” Wendy cackled humourlessly, resembling that on a cold hearted witch. Although really, you should replace the W with a B. “From what I’ve seen, he has girls fawning over him all the time. Men are brainless idiots that only think with their dicks. They fall into temptation too easily. Wouldn’t shock me if he’s already fucked a dozen Canadian hoochies.”

Nasty ass bitch. “I appreciate your concern,” you mustered up the fakest, most saccharinely sweet smile, “but I know my boyfriend. I’ve been friends with him almost my whole life. He wouldn’t ever do such a thing. We are happy and we are solid.” Your voice was unwaveringly strong and composed, whilst you kept your head held high. There was no weakness displayed, therefore you knew that Wendy would ultimately fail in any attempt to tear you down further.

“You know Wendy, if I ever get divorced in the future, I hope I’m not as callous as you.” Mia shrugged, giving you a knowing smile before exiting your office to return to the front desk.

Wendy stalked out without another word. She didn’t even spare you a parting glance and for that you were thankful. Her negativity was stifling and this wasn’t the kind of atmosphere you wished for the first thing in the morning.

Taking a seat in your office chair, you lifted the note from your chest and smiled endearingly at the beige cardstock. There was no chance in hell Jungkook did this out of guilt. He wasn’t wired that way. He unashamedly wore his heart on his sleeve and had since the day you first met him at the tender age of eight. Even when you were pretending to be his girlfriend during your last year of college, he could barely keep up with the charade. He lasted all but two weeks before it was real to him. He wasn’t a good liar and he wasn’t manipulative. Wendy was wrong on so many levels and you weren’t going to let her poison your thoughts.

Retrieving your Nokia 3310 from your Guess denim bag, you immediately sifted through your address book until you found Jungkook’s contact. You decided to send him a text message. Not only to thank him, but to ease any sort of anxiety Wendy may have pinpricked.

you

thx 4 the flowers <3 they r so pretty

Once the message had been sent, you proceeded with setting up your desk for the day. You first client wasn’t until eleven, so you had two hours to respond to emails, reorganize your schedule for the next week in order to see as many clients as possible before your trip and call back anyone who left a voice message on your answering machine last night.

You turned on the computer base and waited for it to beep to life. Once the little light flashed green, you pressed the power button on the monitor. Your desktop computer always took a couple of minutes to start up every morning—so you instantly perked up when your cellphone sounded, indicating that you had a new SMS.

2 messages received from kook

anything 4 u <3 miss u supes :( can i hit u up 2nite?

you

miss u 2 <3 yes u can call me l8r

Glancing at the analogue clock that hung above the doorframe, you smiled to yourself. It was just past nine, meaning your boyfriend had finished his morning practice. His routine was relatively the same all year round, but he kept a strict schedule during the hockey season. It was currently the beginning of November, meaning the season had just begun last month.

You both had tried to get you to visit Toronto during the summer, but your work schedule simply didn’t align with his pre-season training schedule. Hence why you’d arranged to visit him during the fall. It was just unfortunate that your impending trip would coincide with two of his games.

But that was just the reality of dating a professional hockey player.

You were in the middle of logging into Windows when your cellphone resounded once again.

1 message received from kook

sweet :) dats gr8. in my sched 4 9pm ok?

you

look at u & ur fancy blackberry LOL

1 message received from kook

r u jealous :P baby i told u i would buy u 1

you

i dont need 1 my nokia is fine

1 message received from kook

but i wanna spoil my gurl :D

Your heart jackhammered in your chest, like it always did whenever Jungkook was indisputably romantic. Your entire mind, body and soul yearned for him. The distance was certainly eating away at you this time and it only became ten times more difficult when he does things like that.

you

kook u do spoil me. its ok. i luv u 4 u & not ur money

1 message received from kook

wish u were here so u could sit on my face

Thank god you were alone in your office, because you could feel your cheeks burning profusely.

you

babe im at work! can u not

1 message received from kook

wot i miss u! i miss ur voice ur smile ur laugh ur tits ur badonkadonk

you

shut ur face ur so horny

1 message received from kook

cum do it with ur pussy :P

You rolled your eyes at his text message, albeit smiling like a goddamn buffoon. He’s ridiculous!

you

i will delete ur digits

1 message received from kook

ur so hot when ur mad :D i hav a boner plz cum fix it

you

puck u ur so annoying

1 message received from kook

ur so funny :P hockey jokes LOL i hav da best gf eva. i luv u

Your heart skipped a beat. No matter how goofy your boyfriend was; he never joked around with his feelings. Since the day you both graduated back in Rhode Island, the two of you never went a day without saying those three little words. Jungkook meant them with every piece of his heart and that’s why you were swooning in your office at half past nine in the morning.

you

i hate when u do that

1 message received from kook

no u luv it :D & me

you

yes i do :) i miss teasing u :( 3 months is 2 long :(

1 message received from kook

i know tiny :( but 10 days til u r here <3

A knock could be heard from your doorframe. You looked up to see your boss, holding a Filofax and a cardboard cup holder with two steaming hot takeaway coffees.

“Michelle, come on in.” You welcomed her warmly and gestured to the unoccupied seat adjacent to your desk. You quickly typed out a text message, so you wouldn’t leave your boyfriend hanging.

you

i cant wait. ttyl luv u <3

1 message received from kook

luv u 4eva <3

His text left you beaming brilliantly. God, I love him.

“Morning Y/N. Now was it just me or was Wendy a frigid bitch this morning?”

The miasma of marijuana pervaded your bedroom as Lisa smoked a joint while lounging on your polka dot bean bag.

You were in the process of packing for your upcoming trip to Toronto and enlisted your roommate for help, but unsurprisingly, she hadn’t really done anything except for lighting up and indulging in the devil’s grass.

Lisa was an eccentric person and reminded you a little of Rose—your roommate from college who was now living in Philadelphia—but they also had slightly contrasting personalities. Rose preferred to stay in her room and do her own thing until invited out, whereas Lisa didn’t know the textbook definition of personal space. She loved being involved at all times. She thrived off being the center of attention too. Both of them were good roommates though as they stopped you from overworking and falling into a stressful heap.

“Are you nervous?” Your pixie haired roommate questioned, blowing out smoke and peering over at you with hooded, dazed and partially reddened eyes.

You furrowed your brows. “Why would I be nervous?”

Lisa hummed lazily, “hasn’t it been over three months? Hun, that’s like a whole season. A lot can change in that time.”

A lot can change?

You pondered her statement, having paused folding a pair of bootleg jeans. Although you were well aware that it’d been over three months since you last saw Jungkook in person, the sheer extent of the time passed hadn’t occurred to you.

Who knows when you would see him after this visit. Most likely Christmas, since he will probably have a game on Thanksgiving. Last year you were able to see each other more often because you had less patients. But now with your growing client base, things are becoming a little more recalcitrant. You were able to overcome that though, so surely it wouldn’t get any worse… right?

Fragments of doubt swum around in the forefront of your mind for a moment, leaving you chewing on your bottom lip. Thankfully Lisa was preoccupied with discarding her joint, so she didn’t see your physical reaction.

“We’ll be fine,” you spoke, flashing your roommate an inspiriting smile (although it was to reassure yourself rather than her), “I’m sweet, chillin’. Excited for this trip.”

Lisa smiled lopsidedly. “Baller. Make sure you take a bunch of piccies. I’ve never been to Canada.”

“I will.” You promised her, crossing your heart and then placing the folded pair of denim you’d been holding onto for the last couple of minutes into your suitcase.

You certainly intended on capturing as much of Toronto as you could. Despite Jungkook moving to the biggest Canadian city around the same time you moved to Boston, you hadn’t been able to make the trip there yet. Whenever you saw your boyfriend, he was the one coming to you. To be fair, out of the both of you, he was the one that could afford to drop wads of cash on airfares without batting an eyelid. He offered to pay your way countless times, but your fierce independence shone through when you bargained that if you were to come to him, you would save for the trip to Toronto and use your PTO for it. Jungkook undoubtedly understood the importance behind it, so he didn’t have any kind of rebuttal. Instead, he selected a week that would work best for him and then a plan was set into motion.

“Are you gonna pack lingerie?”

Cocking an eyebrow, you turned your gaze to your roommate who was no longer occupying your beanbag, but rather rummaging through your drawers instead. “Lisa!”

She blatantly ignored your exclamation, proceeding to dig through your undergarments until she located one of your newest sets.

“You gotta wear this!” She declared, turning on her heel to show you the sheer black colored lingerie, “I know it’ll make your coochie look fire, like for shizzle.”

You pursed your lips, mildly unconvinced. “Did you miss the point last night where I said that Jungkook has two home games this coming week? I can’t be a distraction.”

The last thing you ever wanted to do was to hinder your boyfriend’s focus. Especially given the stellar record his team has maintained so far in the season. The Leafs could very well make their way into the playoffs this year and you know for a fact that Jungkook needed to be at the top of his game to help his teammates achieve that goal.

“Distraction?” Lisa snorted, tossing the set of undergarments onto your bed before turning her attention back to your designated underwear drawer. “Don’t be a total bonehead! Wait actually, do be one. Bone his brains out. It’s been three months, babe.” Your roommate smirked, dangling a blush pink babydoll from her fingertips.

You folded your arms over your chest, shooting her a look. “Lis, you know what I mean. I don’t wanna pack with the intention of screwing my boyfriend. Jungkook and I never plan sex, it just happens.”

“Okay I feel you,” she closed the drawer, albeit placing the set onto your dark gray comforter alongside the black pair, “but there’s really no harm in packing them just in case. Who knows? I bet he’d be happier than a pig in shit if you wore one of those.” Lisa wiggled her eyebrows knowingly and hummed to herself in triumph when you reached for the lingerie and packed in the two sets with your underwear. “You’ll totes thank me later.”

“Whatevs,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “now since you’re actually helping me, can you do me a solid and pick out some cute fall outfits? I don’t wanna look major busted in Toronto.”

Lisa skipped over to your closet and immediately started sifting through your clothes. “Bitch, I’d never let you look fugly.”

You knew that statement to be a fact. Lisa had wicked sweet taste and would rather choke on a cactus than leave the house looking sloppy. She prided herself on her appearance and since living with her, she’d been quite the positive influence on your approach to fashion and personal style. She was truly your number one hype woman and never failed to make you feel good in your own skin.

The two of you then spent the next half an hour deliberating, discussing and debating the perfect outfits for your trip. Eventually, you’d come to a unanimous decision and you were more than satisfied with the selection.

“Have fun, okay?” Lisa pulled you in for a warm hug, once you’d packed in your disposable Kodak camera as promised, “don’t listen to the rumors. I know they’ve been eating away at you lately.” She can really read me like a book!

How could they not though?

Every single day you were hearing more passing comments about the NHL and how hockey players loved to get all kinds of blitzed, laid and jacked up. It never really fazed you until you overheard someone on the subway a week ago, talking about the Leafs and how seventy percent of the team was made up of young men under thirty and were partying it up after every game.

Jungkook was twenty five—bang smack in the middle of that age bracket.

It pained you to think about him getting sloshed after a game, since your boyfriend was a cheery and cuddly drunk. He was affectionately called a ‘hangnail’ by Taehyung back in college, claiming that Jungkook was the clingiest when shitfaced. So with that being said, the possibility of puck bunnies swooping in at an after game party and trying to make moves on your boyfriend was more than probable.

Yes, you trusted Jungkook more than anyone on this planet but you couldn’t help but worry. Who knows what kind of influence his teammates have on him? Who knows what kind of pressure he may be under by the sports media? Who knows what really goes on when you’re not talking over the phone?

“Y/N,” the soft sound of your roommate’s voice snapped you back to reality, “are you okay? You went like dead silent.”

You blinked rapidly. “Yeah, um, sorry. Just got lost in thought.” You forced an apologetic smile, trying not to linger on your introspection and how bewildered you felt coming out of it.

Lips etched into a tiny frown, Lisa reached out and took your hands into her own. She gave them a reassuring squeeze, one that clearly expressed her support and comforted you within milliseconds.

“Thanks,” you exhaled, offering her a collected half-smile, “I’m okay. We’re okay.”

“I know.” Lisa squeezed your hands once more. “JK loves you so much, hun. He looks at you like you hung every single star in the sky, invented ice hockey and stuffed crust pizza all in one.”

Her words evoked a giggle out of you.

“He wouldn’t ever cheat on you. And if he did fuck around behind your back, I will go nutso on that punk bitch and yank off his favorite appendage.”

You laughed aloud this time, feeling ten times better than before. The build up of concerns had surely left your body (as your shoulders felt two hundred pounds lighter) and your stomach didn’t feel like it was churning itself anymore.

“You’re the best Lis.” You released her hands to give her a hug in order to extend your gratitude.

She hugged you back without hesitation. “Gotta keep it real,” she mused, pulling away and then gesturing to beneath your bed, “be sure to pack a vibrator! I expect you to return to Boston majorly fucked out or I’ll be disappointed in your boy’s game.”

You puffed out a raspberry and shook your head. “That’s enough outta you. I think it’s time you lockdown a booty call.” You cracked a grin, playfully shooing her towards the door of the bedroom.

“All my hookups are limp-dicked and boring! Let me know if JK has any hot teammates!”

Lisa sauntered out of your room then, giving you a playful wiggle of the eyebrows before closing your bedroom door and leaving you alone to finalize your packing status.

You were about to start compiling your toiletries when your Nokia beeped, alerting you of a new text message.

And what you read then, saw all your previous anxieties and doubts evaporating into nothingness.

1 message received from kook

2 days tiny <3 48 hrs til icu

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you tried your hardest not to appear frazzled (and frankly feel it too) over the length of the customs line at Toronto Pearson International Airport.

You really didn’t want a border officer to become suspicious of you, especially given the fact your boyfriend was undoubtedly waiting for you at arrivals. You couldn’t afford to waste valuable time answering immigration questions when you could be spending it with Jungkook instead.

“Yo that pilot owned when he asked who was traveling to Toronto for the Leafs games!” The man in front of you enthused, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet as the two women he was with nodded eagerly in agreement.

“He should’ve asked which player is the best.” The shorter of the two women giggled.

Truthfully, you knew better than to be eavesdropping but the conversation had piqued your interest now. You wondered what kind of juice you could uncover regarding Jungkook’s teammates. And knowing your boyfriend, he would want to know everything so he could tease them with it.

“Matthew Snyder for shizzle.” The male said emphatically; leaving no room for argument.

The taller woman laughed, “the captain? Don’t cha think that’s a bit basic?”

“The man is a fucking legend!” The man argued defensively. “He had some of the best assists last season.”

You mentally took note of that statistic. From what you’d learned listening to your boyfriend ramble about his hockey team for the past two years, Jungkook looked up to his captain tremendously. You were sure that he would keenly pass that information onto Snyder in a heartbeat. Not in an effort to suck up, but to praise his captain because in his eyes the man deserved it and also because Jungkook had the most golden heart and loved to make others feel appreciated.

“He’s like almost forty,” the shorter woman snorted, shaking her head in disapproval, “the best is easily Jungkook Jeon.”

You almost choked on air. My Jungkook?

“Oh for reals!” The taller woman giggled, reaching up to twirl a strand of hair around her finger. Seriously?

“Just because he’s young and aight looking doesn’t make him the best player on the team.” The man bit out gruffly, folding his arms firmly across his chest. Hold on… does Kook have haters?

“Get real, of course it does! Yahoo says that he’s like the best center forward the team has seen in almost a decade. Plus he’s buff as hell. Have you seen his arms?”

“And his tattoos! Totally yummy!”

“And his lips? Hot damn, he could easily be an actor or a Calvin Klein model.”

You hadn’t realized you bit down on your cheek so hard, so much so, you could now taste blood. Your entire body was on fire. Your stomach had tightened, your skin was burning, your knuckles were now white from how hard you were clutching the handle of your suitcase. Jealousy coursed through your veins and It was certainly a nasty feeling. You didn’t want to become a green monster on this trip.

“Whatever. He’s pretty dope but Snyder is still the shiznit—oh hey we’re up.”

Never had you been so relieved to watch people leave your line of sight. You hoped with all your might that they wouldn’t notice Jungkook when they exit the airport later. Because if they recognized him? All hell would break loose for sure. You didn’t need that on top of overhearing girls fawn over your man (as it’s not exactly the best start to your trip).

Once you cleared customs, you breezed through baggage claim within five minutes and finally made it to arrivals. Giddiness flooded through your body as you glanced around the terminal with eager eyes. But that upbeat feeling soon deflated when you realized you couldn’t locate his all too familiar figure.

Retrieving your cellphone from your carry on, you immediately dialed his number. Putting the phone to your ear, you waited as it began to ring on the receiving end.

“Hello?” Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. He was nearby. You were both finally in the same place. Your entire mind, body and soul really missed him so much and it was starting to hit you just how long the two of you had been away from each other.

“Kook, babe, I’m here. Where—”

“Gotcha! It’s my voicemail. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

You sucked in your lips and squeezed your eyes shut, feeling discouraged that he hadn’t picked up, “hey babe it’s me. I’m at arrivals and can’t see you? Are you at a different spot in the airport? Please call me back. Love you.” Hanging up the phone, you caught a glimpse of the three people in front of you at customs earlier. You smiled to yourself, feeling satisfied that Jungkook wasn’t here to endure that madness. Maybe a little bitchy of you to admit that, but you didn’t really care.

After another ten minutes of waiting around, you were beginning to grow antsy. You had sent him a text during that time, asking where he was and that you were still waiting for him at arrivals.

To your disappointment, the text went unanswered.

Did he forget? A tiny frown was now formed on your face, taking one last look around the arrivals. You’d both agreed to meet here at the time your plane was scheduled to land. And considering the twenty five minutes it took you to make your way through customs, there was really no excuse for him not to be here.

With a heavy, disheartened sigh, you dragged your suitcase alongside you as you wandered towards the taxi rank. It hadn’t been on your bingo card for the trip to catch a cab from the airport but what else could you do? You were in a foreign city. Alone. There weren’t any other alternatives.

Just as you trudged towards the exit, you heard the sound of your name coming from the left side of the terminal.

Turning your head, you spot your boyfriend instantaneously. He’s rushing through the terminal, wearing a pair of straight wide leg denim, a black Tommy Hilfiger tee, a loose flannel and a pair of Chucks. His obsidian colored hair is messily swept off his face and parted in the middle.

He looked irresistible.

As much as you want to be upset with him for not answering your call or texts, you simply can’t be. Instead, you’re overwhelmed with love for him. It’s what makes you gently place your arms on his biceps the second he stands in front of you, slightly panting with widened (and undeniably apologetic) doe brown eyes.

“Shit baby, I’m so sorry I got held up at train—hmph!” You silenced him with your mouth, pushing your lips keenly against his own. You immediately sigh in the kiss, your body melting at the taste of him and the familiarity.

Jungkook wasted no time in kissing you back, his adoring smile evident through the kiss as he brought his large hands to your hips and lifted you up effortlessly. A squeal ripped from your throat as he spun you around, giving you the main character energy that you’d only ever seen in movies.

“Kook! Oh my god, you’ll draw a crowd!” You giggled, tapping his shoulder in lieu of verbally telling him to put you down.

Chuckling with a broadened grin, Jungkook steadied you back on your own two feet and moved his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks ever so gently. “I missed you so fucking much, Tiny.” he confessed, doe eyes big and bright with nothing but unwavering love for you.

You gazed up at him the same way, your eyes softened and glimmering with pure, unadulterated adoration. “I missed you more.”

His nose scrunched up in the way that resembled a baby rabbit when he processed your words, his smile only becoming more radiant.

Jungkook leaned down and placed a tender kiss to your lips once again, delicately stroking the skin of your cheek with his calloused thumb, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Four little words that you could say proudly—without hesitation—every single time.

The two of you shared a few more sweet kisses before your boyfriend reluctantly pulled away, reaching for the handle of the suitcase you’d abandoned approximately five minutes ago when he swept you up in his embrace.

“C’mon baby, let’s roll out.” Jungkook chimed, wheeling your luggage behind him and holding out his inked right hand for your left. You hastened in clasping your hands together and intertwining your fingers, absolutely relishing in the way your hand felt in his.

He led you out of the arrivals terminal and towards the parking lot. “I drove,” he informed you with a light hum, “there’s no way in hell I’m letting my girl on the TTC.”

You giggled in amusement because clearly this city had their own form of unreliable public transit, just like the MBTA back home. You couldn’t deny that you found Jungkook’s abhorrence for Toronto’s transit rather entertaining.

Before you could cross the intersection to the parking lot, the pair of you were stopped by two timid teenagers (or so they looked like to you).

“Hi-sorry-are-you-Toronto-Maple-Leafs-Center-Forward-Number-7-Jungkook-Jeon?” The blonde boy with spiky hair burbled, nervously rubbing his bicep as he peered up at your boyfriend. The girl next to him looked starstruck, her lips parted into a distinct zero shape and eyes blown out wide.

Jungkook flashed them his signature smile, “sure am. You guys want a quick autograph?”

The teenaged duo who couldn’t be older than sixteen gaped at him in salubrious shock, nodding their heads jerkingly and fumbling with their backpacks for a notepad and pen.

“Thank you Mr Jeon, sir!” The boy rambled nervously, thrusting a high school notebook into your boyfriend’s hands with a blue ballpoint pen.

“I’m not old enough for that yet, dude. You can call me JK,” he advised the teenagers with a knowing grin, biting on his piercing to keep in his laughter as the pair almost fainted at his offer.

“Wow! We can call him JK!” The brunette girl beside the boy practically shrieked, her eyes glimmering with undiluted joy. “This is the best day of my life.”

You smiled warmly down at the two teens before turning your attention to Jungkook, who had taken the liberty of drawing a hockey stick (alongside his infamous signature) and scribbled beside it: Never forget to chase your dreams — JK.

He returned the book and pen back to the pair, watching as they both gushed over the autograph belonging to their favorite hockey player.

“Thanks supes times a gazillion JK!”

Jungkook bowed his head with a kind smile before the teenagers ran off in excitement, reaching for their cellphones and proclaiming that they needed to call their friends.

“Everybody in this city is in love with you.” You mused, reaching for his hand once again and giving it a gentle squeeze. First the girls on the plane salivating over him, now those two kids flossin’ his autograph. Your boyfriend was so well known that you could argue he was a celebrity.

He chortled, doe brown eyes glistening. “The only person I care about being in love with me is you.”

He sure as hell earned a kiss for that heart melting comment.

A couple of minutes later you found yourself standing in front of Jungkook’s new car and practically wheezing.

“What’s so funny?” He grumbled, keying the trunk open and propping in your suitcase.

You inhaled through your nose and tried not to burst out laughing again, placing your hands on your hips for support. “Jungkook. This is the car from The Fast and The Furious.”

He grinned boyishly. “Yeah I know! How fucking sick, right?”

You sucked in your lips and forced a nod. You wanted to cackle again so badly. Honestly, it shouldn’t even be that much of a shock to you. Ever since your boyfriend had watched the street-racing action movie in the theaters last year, he had become somewhat obsessed. So of course he purchased a Subaru Impreza.

“You know people are gonna think you’re overcompensating.” You teased him playfully as he closed the trunk, burbling out a giggle when he tossed you the middle finger.

“Stop drillin’ me, baby. Or I’ll have to show you just how fast and furious I can be.” He smirked, reaching over to open the passenger side door like a true gentleman (despite how raunchy his double entendre was).

“Shut your mouth and get in the car, Toretto.”

“Fuck!” Jungkook choked out a guttural groan, raven haired head knocked back against the headrest of his leather sofa. “How’re you so fucking good at this?”

The praise blossoms in your chest while you continue to bob your head, taking as much of his thickness in your mouth as physically possible. Jungkook had an impressive girth and no matter how many times you sucked his cock, you still couldn’t get used to taking his size all the way.

You then expertly swirled your tongue around his mushroom tip, focusing on the ridges where his head meets his shaft and also teasing his slit, which was oozing with dollops of pre-cum. He tasted salty on your tongue and frankly it’s a bitterness that you’ve come to enjoy after the past two years.

Labored breaths start filling his living room, with Jungkook’s tattooed right hand delving into your hair and grasping at the strands to (gently) hold you in place.

“Baby—ungh—fuck,” he rasped. His pelvis bucked up involuntarily, causing his cock to hit the back of your throat. You gagged briefly, not having anticipated the intrusion. “Shit sorry… sorry baby.” He almost whimpered, beads of sweat appearing at his hairline as you regained composure and continued to slurp on his throbbing dick as if it were a popsicle.

You didn’t understand women who didn’t like giving their partners head. You thrived on Jungkook’s praises, moans, grunts and whimpers. You loved that you could make him feel like he was floating on cloud nine while being the king of the world simultaneously. Pleasuring your boyfriend was just as satisfying as receiving pleasure yourself.

So with that being said, you never shied away from getting his cock in your mouth whenever he visited.

“Mm,” you gargled around his length, using your left hand to fist the part of his dick that you couldn’t get down your throat. With your right hand, you dipped beneath his erection and fondled his testicles, knowing it drove him absolutely crazy when you touched him so intimately.

“Hngh! T-Tiny… wanna come,” he practically whined, his brows knitting together while his thighs tensed. You knew he was close as his balls were drawing upwards in your palm, “wanna come on y-your tits.” He shamelessly begged while his hardened cock throbbed on your tongue.

You moaned around his dick at his filthy words, releasing him with a lewd pop and immediately wrapping both hands around his moistened erection. His dick pulsated; hot and heavy in your grasp.

“You’re so hard, babe.” You lifted your gaze, wanting to bear witness to the way his body responded to you jerking him off. You kept your rhythm even, briskly moving your fist all the way up and down his cock.

Jungkook’s jaw slackened at your ministrations, his chest heaving up and down as his orgasm drew closer. A slew of strangled moans and throaty pleas of your name were thrown in with a bunch of vulgarity. The way he was losing control made you feel triumphant, as all your desire to do was bringing him immense satisfaction.

He looked effortlessly handsome in that moment: his hair matted to his forehead by sweat, his new eyebrow piercing peeking from beneath his onyx strands, his lips kiss bitten and swollen and his doe brown eyes hooded and dazed. You couldn’t believe how this remarkable man was yours and only yours.

The second his dick twitched in your palm, you knew he was on the verge of climaxing. “Let go Kook,” you murmured, squeezing just below the head of his cock in hope to spark his orgasm.

It was certainly the final push he needed, because before you knew it, his orgasm washed over him and ropes of hot white cum were spurting from the bulbous tip and landing directly on your chest.

The wine red camisole you were wearing was now irreplaceably ruined.

You continued to pump him slowly, aiding in riding out his high as he focused on steadying his breathing. He mustered up a lazy grin, leering at you with half-lidded eyes. Nothing could ever compare to watching Jungkook fall apart during sex. Knowing you were the one to make him feel that good? Oh it boosted your confidence tenfold.

Once his cock softened in your hand, you let go of him and leaned up to press a kiss to his awaiting lips. He kissed you back instantly, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and not being fazed in the slightest in that he could taste some of his own pre-cum.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard so quickly before.” Jungkook puffed out through a lopsided smile, reaching up to run a hand through his dampened strands.

You grinned cheekily. “Well after all, you did say you’d show me how fast and furious you could be.”

Only a second later your boyfriend was howling in laughter and reaching for your hips, determined to tickle your sides until you too were out of breath.

The nail salon was absolutely buzzing.

You weren’t entirely sure why people were out getting manicures and pedicures, since it was an uneventful Wednesday evening in the midst of fall and the weather wasn’t overly spectacular either. The sun had been shielded by clouds all day and it was drizzling with rain about an hour ago, making the sidewalks slippery and cold.

The only reason you were even here was courtesy of Jungkook, who had presented a gift voucher to you this morning after you’d both indulged in a delicious round of sweet, slow, missionary sex. Lots of kisses and caresses were exchanged between the two of you, leaving you in a blissful mood all day long after your lovemaking (despite the dreary weather).

You ought to apologize to Lisa, given the way you shot down the idea of packing lingerie as you didn’t want to be presumptive regarding sex—yet here you were, getting frisky with your man every day since you arrived.

The primary reason Jungkook had gifted you the voucher was due to his unavoidable training schedule.

He felt guilty that he would have to leave you alone most of the day and practice with his team for the impending game Friday night. Although you tried to reassure him that he had no reason to feel guilty, elucidating that you were well aware of what you were signing up for when coming to visit during the season (due to your unavoidable schedule this time) but Jungkook refused to take no for an answer. He wanted you to enjoy yourself and even threw in a little side comment that all the WAGs get their nails done here, so why not give it a try?

You eventually accepted the voucher and guaranteed that you would use it. Hence why you were here, sitting in a swivel chair whilst a technician buffed at your nails.

In the corner of the salon, resided a 36 inch Sony Trinitron television on its very own customized stand. That monstrous thing was all the rage right now (according to your father who just so happened to purchase one two weeks ago and has it proudly standing tall in his living room).

As to be expected in downtown Toronto, the television was set to the sports channel, where the news anchors were discussing the Leafs and their upcoming game at Air Canada Center.

“I’m not really a hockey fanatic,” your nail technician admitted while preparing the acrylic base, “but holy hell did the Leafs lock down some fine specimen.”

You snickered at her comment and before long, the women around you were hooting and hollering at the screen. You glanced over at the television to see who captured their attention and surprise, surprise it was Jungkook and his closest teammate Felix.

The anchor on the left proceeded to divulge information about Jungkook to his co-anchor and spoke highly of your boyfriend’s statistics from last year’s season. You couldn’t stop the bright smile that etched across your lips. The co-anchor then expressed confidently how Jungkook is an indisputable asset to the team. The well renowned hat trick from the playoffs was also mentioned and the news anchors unanimously agreed that him pulling it off undoubtedly helped the Leafs finish at the top of their division for the season.

God, you were so immensely proud of him.

“Number 7 is sex on a stick!” The woman beside you gushed, her words getting lodged in her throat as if she was seconds away from moaning.

“It’s too bad he has a girlfriend.” You noted quietly, keeping your eyes fixated on the table in front of you as you didn’t want to look directly at the woman or you may end up glaring. You wanted to keep things friendly so you don’t end up with acetone dunked on your head.

The woman snorted incredulously, “puh-lease. Everybody knows that hockey players get around. That poor girl probably has no idea, meanwhile he’s swimming in coochie all week long.”

You visibly stiffened. “He doesn’t seem like that kind of guy.” Don’t blow your cover! Keep your cool!

“Girl, you don’t even know him! My best friend’s roommate got his digits at an after party like a month ago. They text like all the time. She works for Cartier so he defs has a type. Pretty and successful.”

You’d been pretty successful at drowning her out. The second that infuriating woman called you girl, you didn’t want to pay attention to her any further. So you simply let her words fall on deaf ears (or so you thought).

Besides, you didn’t believe her for a minute. Anyone could make up a story about getting someone’s cell phone number, right? It wasn’t too far-fetched. And what on earth would Jungkook want from someone that works at Cartier anyway? Did he plan on trying to swindle a discount for diamond studded earrings? Unlikely. He liked sticking to the basic black and silvers. He preferred it, actually. Especially regarding his facial piercings. The whole thing seemed totally bonkers and you refused to let doubt brew in the back of your mind.

Once your nails were finished, you graciously smiled at your nail technician and tipped the lady ten dollars for her hard work, granted the service was already prepaid thanks to the gift voucher.

You ignored the woman beside you as you gathered your things, not wanting to let you guard down. You weren’t going to allow her stupid little comments to fester. She had no idea what Jungkook was really like. Nobody in that godforsaken salon did—only you. Lisa had encouraged you not to listen to the rumors, therefore you were going to do your very best to push the canards out of your mind.

A twenty minute cab ride later, you were now standing outside Jungkook’s lavish condo and unlocking the front door with the spare key he’d provided to you the day you arrived in Toronto. He wasn’t due home for another half hour or so, which didn’t bother you as you certainly needed some time to relax and unwind after that whole fiasco back at the nail salon.

Padding over towards his open plan kitchen, you were in dire need for a nice glass of cold, filtered water. Reaching for the handle of the refrigerator, you paused your movements when you caught sight of the magnetic calendar adorning the front of the freezer compartment.

Your eyebrows furrowed together instantly when you noticed a name—a female name—scrawled over today’s date and the day you had flown into the city.

“Tiffany?” You whispered aloud, wracking your brain in hopes to figure out whether you knew of someone by that name.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t recall anyone.

Your phone sounded from your back pocket and you scrambled to retrieve it. There was an SMS from your boyfriend awaiting you in your inbox.

Meekly, you pressed on the button that opened up the message and it read:

1 message received from kook

hey tiny i’m gonna b late :( held up at training :( will b home asap

Swallowing thickly, you dropped your hands to your sides and tried not to lose your composure. You put your phone into your back pocket so it wouldn’t fall to the ground.

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. Not when your brain was racing a million miles per hour. Jungkook had been late picking you up from the airport with the same excuse that training had been delayed. Now that could very well be the case, except for the fact both days on the calendar had the name Tiffany written in bolded ink.

Is he actually seeing other people? You thought to yourself queasily, your stomach churning unpleasantly at the connotation.

You didn’t want to lose trust in him. You didn’t want to lose faith in him. Not after everything you’ve been through. Not after seventeen years of being in each other’s lives. There had to be more to it. He wouldn’t betray you like this… right?

Abandoning the idea of getting a glass of water, you swallowed the harsh lump in your throat and made your way to his bedroom.

You were utterly confused. Upset. Ashamed. Pissed off.

Doubt poisoned your mind and you were growing more anxious and devastated as the minutes ticked by. You didn’t want to envision Jungkook being unfaithful to you. That was a prescription for one disturbing nightmare.

1 message received from kook

just got away from team. on my way home 2u

You left that text message unanswered again.

Instead, you changed out of your clothes and into a pair of pajamas, albeit consistent of bed shorts and one of Jungkook’s muscle tees. Oh how you wished his clothes weren’t so comfortable at a time like this.

Sliding into his queen sized bed, you hoisted the duvet over your body and curled up into the blankets. You forced back tears with determination; you blatantly scorned the idea of crying over this debacle. You were stronger than that. Right now, you just wanted to sleep off this headache of a day and talk things out with Jungkook when he wasn’t so wrapped up with training.

Because despite how mentally draining this was and how badly you wanted to confront him, you couldn’t bring yourself to throw him off his game. He needed to be at his utmost focus for the sake of the team.

A short while after, Jungkook entered his bedroom with a heavy sigh and dumped his gym bag at the door, “Tiny?”

You pretended to be asleep. Childish, but necessary for how you were feeling in that moment.

“Baby are you awake?” He asked in a gentle voice, creeping over to the bed and no doubt taking a peek at your ‘sleeping’ form. A dejected sigh escaped his lips then. The bed dipped on the opposite side to you from his weight and you heard his palms make contact with his thighs, “stop being a pussy ass, Jeon. Don’t shit the stick. Get it off your chest. Just be honest with her.”

Upon hearing his little monologue, you bite down on your bottom lip to prevent from making any sound. You couldn’t cry. You wouldn’t cry.

You’re overthinking this. That’s all it is.

A few reticent moments pass, with Jungkook shifting around the edge of the bed before hopping in beside you. He faintly smelled of cedar shampoo, sandalwood body wash and something that could only be described as intoxicatingly Jungkook.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest flush against your back so that your bodies were inclined. His pierced lips made contact with the back of your neck, leaving a delicate kiss at the nape before nuzzling into the curvature of where your neck meets your shoulder.

Within minutes Jungkook’s breathing evened out as sleep overcame his body. Yourself, on the contrary, remained wide awake for hours to come.

Overthinker.

That should be your new middle name.

Having woken up in your boyfriend’s thick, muscular, tattooed arms with his long fingers gently stroking through your tousled strands; you couldn’t detect a second where you didn’t feel his love.

Jungkook loved you wholly. He loved you profoundly and he loved you unreservedly. His love language was physical touch, therefore his unequivocal love for you was designed to be expressed through acts of affection rather than spoken words.

You felt his love earlier that morning and you unquestionably felt it now.

It made you feel ridiculous for ever second guessing his loyalty to you. Who cares if there’s a woman’s name written on his calendar more than once? Yes, it raised concern but you shouldn’t be focusing on anything other than Jungkook and the way he expresses his feelings for you.

“Let’s get a photo!” Your boyfriend insisted with a blindingly bright grin, his dimples making an acute appearance.

You giggled at his enthusiasm and reached into your handbag for your Kodak. “Babe, is the view even gonna be noticeable?” You questioned, referring to the breathtaking view of Toronto City that resided below you.

Jungkook had brought you to the world renowned CN Tower and bargained you into seeing the view from the very top. He promulgated that the locals would dub you a hoser if you didn’t follow through with it, as it was the ‘bare minimum’ for tourists.

Of course you didn’t back down from the challenge. Plus, it was well worth it as the view of the Toronto Islands was truly magnificent.

“Sure it will.”

“I don’t know, it’s hard to see behind that big head of yours.” You teased playfully.

His lips quirked upwards into a shrewd smirk. “You love this big head of mine. Especially when it’s between your legs.”

“Kook! We’re in public.” You chastised him. “Go to horny jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.”

Jungkook blew out a raspberry-esque chuckle, “oh c’mon Tiny, that hasn’t stopped us before—ouch!”

You flicked his forehead in retaliation, evoking a disgruntled whine from your boyfriend.

Somehow, between the banter and the bickering, you both managed to rope a kind middle aged woman into taking a couple of photos of you both with the view in the background. Jungkook had his arm proudly secured around your waist, while your hand rested on his pectoral as you both smiled for your cheap little disposable camera. You couldn’t wait to get those developed once you were back in Boston and indisputably frame the best one of the lot.

“I was thinking we could have lunch by the waterfront?” Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing your ear as you gazed down at the view of the islands one last time. “There’s a really bomb poutine place by the ferry docks.”

You slowly turned in his embrace and instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. “Sounds perfect. I’m excited to try this Canadian delicacy you won’t shut up about.”

“Oh trust, it’ll change your fucking life baby.”

Lunch was just as excellent as Jungkook hyped it up to be, much to your dismay. Poutine was utterly delicious. The concoction of fries with gravy and cheese curds was surely crafted by the gods. The bright, triumphant grin your man sported when you admitted he was right could’ve easily taken out an entire village. You let his ego win that round.

You both caught the ferry to the islands after consuming your respective servings of poutine. The ferry ride from the quay to Center Island approximated fifteen minutes and the journey across the harbor of Lake Ontario was more than pleasant.

As you descended the ferry, you noticed that Jungkook was fiddling with the pocket of his black bomber jacket once again. He’d been doing that habitually throughout the day. You briefly wondered if there was a loose string of cotton or something that he kept getting distracted by.

You soon forgot about that when Jungkook took your hand in his, leading you away from the docks and towards Center Island. You could hear the sound of shrieks and laughter coming from the amusement park located on the island. Already this had to be your favorite part of Toronto.

“So one of the beaches was permitted as clothing optional this year. Wanna check it out?” Jungkook asked with a wolfish grin.

“Is it also boyfriend optional? Cause that blows.” You couldn’t help yourself. You just had to tease him.

“I can think of something else you can blow inst—fuck!”

You bursted out into a fit of cackled laughter as Jungkook walked right into a fire hydrant. Talk about a physical definition and example of cockblock.

Daylight hours passed within the blink of an eye.

Exploring the Toronto Islands had been a tranquil experience. Hand-in-hand with the love of your life, you wandered around the numerous evergreen parks and sandy beaches talking about anything and everything.

You were originally going to bring up the name that had been scribbled on Jungkook’s magnetic calendar with dry erase, but you eventually decided against it. What good would it do anyway? You’d come to the realization that you were being silly yesterday and that you’d fallen victim to one of the seven deadly sins: envy.

Jealousy was nothing but a fucking menace. You didn’t meticulously study and become qualified in psychiatry for nothing—you knew how the green eyed demon could affect one’s mental health and well-being.

That heinous, viridescent leech had sucked some of the joy from your romantic life last night and you couldn’t allow that to happen again. You had the utmost faith in Jungkook and his commitment to you and this relationship.

He’d demonstrated said commitment on more than one occasion and unashamedly exhibited his loyalty from the second your eyes fluttered open this morning, up until this very moment:

Dusk had fallen upon the City of Toronto and you were currently situated in Jungkook’s lap (atop his spectacular thighs) with your back nestled against his chest, whilst the two of you shared a funnel cake he’d acquired from the food cart outside the amusement park.

The sun was setting over the lake and it rendered you speechless. The view was utterly breathtaking and what made everything even more special, was the way children played jovially in the water as families gathered together to behold the sunset with picnic baskets full of food and wine.

It was like something straight out of a Hallmark movie.

“Tiny?” Jungkook’s familiar timbre broke you out of your peaceful reverie.

“Mm?”

“I uh… I have something I wanna ask you,” he rumbled, his fingers haphazardly playing with the hem of your sweater, “it’s kinda important.”

Now that had caught your undivided attention.

You sat up in his lap, tilting your head so that you could make eye contact with him. Jungkook appeared to be visibly nervous, chewing on his lip ring.

“What is it babe?” You gently tried to coax it out of him, reaching up to place your hand on his cheek. “You can be honest with me.” Please don’t let it be him breaking up with me…

He swallowed thickly then, causing his Adam’s apple to bobble in his throat. After a few beats, he cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you wanted to stay in the VIP box with the other WAGs tomorrow night?”

Your heart clenched for a split second, before relief overwhelmed your chest. You hoped that small voice in the back of your mind felt beyond embarrassed to have second guessed him at the last second.

“Yeah sure. I’m majorly down.”

Jungkook broke out into his signature bunny smile. “You’re the total shiznit, baby.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at his idioms (like always). If there was going to be one thing that would reign true throughout your relationship over time, it would be the teasing between both parties. It’s what made you and Jungkook yourselves, after all.

Sniggering at your reaction, Jungkook encircled his arms around your waist and hauled you into his cosy embrace. His chortling slowly ceased as hugged you close, keeping his lips pressed firmly against your forehead. Despite it having been over two years, you could never quite get used to the tingling sensation of his cold lip ring directly contrasting with the heat of his lips.

With his hands now perched at your hips, his lips began moving from your forehead to your temples and within seconds, he was peppering sweet kisses all over your face. “Kook!” The delightful gesture invoked a bubble of giggles to erupt from your mouth. And Jungkook? Well he absolutely adored the sound of your joy, so he continued his ministrations until he settled with one impassioned kiss to your lips.

You sighed dazedly into his mouth, allowing him to suck your bottom lip into his mouth and entangle his tongue with your own. That particular action incited a low, chesty noise from the back of his throat and in turn, caused your clitoris to throb. He tasted addictive. Soft serve ice cream and cinnamon sugar (a dangerously tantalizing combination). No wonder he inadvertently groaned the second he got a sample of your tongue.

“So sweet,” he husked against your mouth, “so goddamn perfect.”

“Jungkook.” Your panties were now pooling with your arousal. He’d veritably mastered the art of getting you wet without even overtly trying. A 99.9% success rate in one attempt.

Jungkook was well aware of what that tone indicated. He didn’t need a sky writer or a billboard to spell it out for him. You were needy—no achy—for him. The way your hips were involuntarily jutting forward was a definite tell-tale. He couldn’t deny that he was feeling the exact same way.

“I’m right here baby,” he consoled, massaging his hands along the curves of your waist, “mm… wanna get you home.”

Your thighs clamped together. “Don’t you wanna stay ‘til the sunset is gone? It’s really pretty.”

“So? You’re prettier and so is your pussy.”

“Ah-huh! Ulterior motives!” Even though you were taking the mickey out of him, your panties certainly dampened in effect of his vulgarity. It was rather unfair how your boyfriend could have you leaking like a broken faucet at any given time.

Jungkook smirked mischievously. “You’re the one practically dry humping me in public,” he snickered, bringing both his hands to his cheeks and making a face that briefly resembled Van Gogh’s The Scream, “golly gosh! Think of the children!”

“I’ll take away your ability to have children if you don’t shut your face.” You threatened, albeit playfully and without a single trace of malice or authenticity.

His smirk only doubled in size. “Shut my face up with your pretty little cunt then.”

And so you did.

Forty minutes later, you were both unclothed in the comfort of his master bedroom, preoccupied with granting his wish. You recalled the first time he brought up riding his face with ease. It has been via text message the day you received that stupendous bouquet of tiger lilies. Time really does fly when you’re having fun, because that occurred almost two weeks ago now.

Below you, Jungkook was having the time of his life. His eyes were closed shut, eyebrows knitted together furiously as he obscenely lapped at your folds, slurping up your arousal and expertly nudging your sensitive clit with his buttoned nose.

“Mm J-Jungk-kook,” you stammered, tripping over your words as he ate you out with fervour, “fuck!” Your thighs were slotted against the sides of his head, hands grasping at the headboard so that you wouldn’t completely suffocate him (although you had a sneaking suspicion that he would love that).

“Don’t be shy baby, fuck my face.” His words were muffled but you could still decipher them loud and clear. His tongue danced along your slit, teasing your tight little hole. Each flick of his tongue had you a whimpering mess.

Timidly, you rocked your pelvis forward. The sensation that followed suit was mind blowing. For some reason unbeknownst to you, moving your hips against your boyfriend’s chin resulted in his tongue hitting all the right places. Your clit was pulsing in need due to the stimulation.

Jungkook groaned unabashedly then, the noise rumbling from deep within his chest. You had no doubt that his hardened erection was straining against his boxer briefs, begging to be released from its confines.

While you continued to slowly grind your hips down onto his skilful tongue, Jungkook took the liberty of grasping the twin globes of your ass and dragged your cunt over his mouth. He kneaded at the soft flesh simultaneously, eliciting a string of breathy moans from your swollen lips.

“Please!” You beseech him. Your thighs were beginning to tremble now and you recognized that tightening in the pit of your stomach all too well.

Besides the sound of your desperate whines, yearns and pleas, all that could be heard throughout his bedroom was indecorous slurping, skin slapping skin salaciously and gravelly noises (that could arguably be labeled as growls) from your boyfriend.

Jungkook was steadfast in his actions—insistent and persistent in getting you off. He wanted you to cream all over his tongue. He needed it more than his next breath.

“Close?” His voice was so deep it sent pleasurable shivers down your spine.

You jerked a nod pathetically, mewling in lieu of a verbal response. You were so far gone and in dire need of that orgasm.

He noticed the way his chest heated with triumph, feeling utterly accomplished by how affected you were. It boosted his ego knowing that he was the only man that could ever leave an intelligent, well-spoken woman like you totally dumbstruck.

“Wanna.” You almost wailed, your voice practically unrecognizable as it was now breathy, erratic and high-pitched. You were overcome with pleasure, despite not having come yet, “K-Kook!”

“I know. Come for me, babygirl.” Jungkook demanded softly, flicking his tongue over your clit a few times to drive you over the edge and he had been successful.

Your orgasm rippled through your body in a series of shudders. Your toes curled, your head fell forward and a few lone tears slipped from the corners of your eyes. One could describe it as an earth shattering climax. You would’ve collapsed on top of Jungkook if he hadn’t held you in place, his hands still groping your behind as he aided you in riding out your high.

“That’s it Tiny, good girl.” Jungkook praised you ardently, pressing a delicate kiss to your inner thigh and then upheaving you off his face and onto his muscular chest. “Did so good for me. My perfect baby.”

Panting heavily, you felt your cheeks warm at his affirmations, resorting in covering your face to hide your blush.

“God you’re so cute,” Jungkook cooed, reaching up to remove your hands from your cheeks as he gazed up at you with enamored eyes. “That was fucking hot as balls, baby. Don’t hide from me, okay?”

You bubbled out a laugh. “You just ate me out and now you’re talking about balls?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes lightheartedly and smacked his hand against your right ass cheek, prompting you to gasp in astonishment. “Smartass.”

“Aww babe, you think my ass is smart?”

Jungkook tongued his cheek and gently pushed you sideways then, causing your back to fall onto the mattress.

You tee-heed at his reaction. He was way too easy to poke fun of. Teasing Jungkook was something you could see yourself doing for the rest of your life.

“Oh you think you’re so funny, don’t you Tiny?” He smirked, nibbling on that goddamn piercing of his as he crawled over to you, hovering his body above yours.

“Yessum.”

Jungkook shook his head in amusement. He didn’t say anything else, instead he shrugged his boxer briefs down his taut thighs. His cock slapped hard against his toned abdominals, reddened and leaking from the tip.

His naked body was a sight to behold.

If a picture was worth a thousand words, then you required an entire photo album to accurately describe Jungkook’s body. You let your eyes drink him in as he discarded his underwear somewhere on the carpet, joining the rest of your clothes no doubt.

You made grabby hands at him, eager to feel his rigid length on your palms but he shook his head resolutely.

“Hands and knees.”

Your mouth dropped open. You were undeniably wet again.

“Catching flies Tiny?” Jungkook taunted playfully, his doe brown eyes dancing with mischief. “You heard me. On your hands and knees.”

Moistening your bottom lip (since your mouth had dried out at his request), you clambered up onto your knees and placed your hands at the edge of the bed.

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, clearly enjoying the view. “So sexy. How are you mine?”

“I could say the same for you.”

He grasped at the swell of your backside once more, kneading and massaging the flesh. “Yeah? You think I’m sexy?” God, you could detect the minor cockiness hidden in his tone. You really loved him and his big head so much.

“You know you’re sexy.” You whined, wiggling your ass in hopes to get him to do something. Anything.

Jungkook chuckled before placing a kiss to the center of your spine. “Only for you.” His words were filled with promise and that sparked your heart to begin sledgehammering against your rib cage.

He never failed to leave you feeling like your heart was going to start beating out of your chest. Over two years had passed and he still managed to romance you effortlessly. It didn’t fucking matter what other people thought or what the tabloids tried to spin—nobody knew what you and Jungkook shared besides yourselves. Nobody understood what you had and that’s what made your love all the more extraordinary. It was just you and him against the world.

You could feel him behind you but it wasn’t enough. His movements were slow; teasing and tormenting. His fingers were toying with your slit and as much as you wanted them inside you, you ached for something much bigger. Much longer. Much thicker.

“How’re you liking my smart ass?”

“Loving it,” he mused and delivered a short slap to your left ass cheek, “we should fuck in this position more often.”

“Hm. We gotta actually fuck to do that though.” You couldn’t hide your smirk. You knew that quip was going to set him off and that’s exactly what you wanted.

“What happened to my good girl?” He questioned through gritted teeth, nudging his cock between your pussy lips and coaxing breathy moans from the both of you. “Tryna piss me off, huh? If you wanted to be fucked dumb then you should’ve just asked.” He grunted, positioning the head at your entrance and then pushed in the tip from behind.

“Kook!” You gasped at the intrusion, your head falling forward as your walls gripped his girth like a vice. This position never left you disappointed.

Jungkook groaned gravelly. “Shit… you know I’d do anything for you. W-Would give you the moon if I fucking could.”

You weren’t sure what caused you to blurt out a tearless sob; his words or the way his cock felt inside of you.

A husky moan erupted from deep within his chest as he bottomed out, his pelvic bone flush against the curvature of your derrière. You could feel him everywhere. Your eyes had rolled back into your skull due to how full you felt. He allowed you a couple of minutes to adjust to his size before he started to buck his hips.

“Tightest little cunt,” he rasped, “been pounding this pussy for two and a half years and it’s still so tight. Loves stretching around my fucking cock.”

“Jungkook.” You cried out his name, tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. The angle he was thrusting his cock into you was heavenly. The bulbous tip nudged that spongy spot inside of you each time, leaving you shaking like a leaf.

His raven haired head fell into the crook of your neck, labored breaths fanning across your balmy skin. “Always so good, baby. Wanna fuck you for the rest of my life.”

You lamented at his confession. You tried to tell him that you felt the same way but all that tumbled from your lips was a bunch of garbled moans and gasps. Sex with your boyfriend infallibly resulted in you being cock-drunk.

Jungkook pounded into you from behind with vehemency, his hands at your sides in effort to keep you upright. He could sense that you weren’t going to last much longer, given your incoherent burbles and the way your thighs were quivering against his own.

“Holy shit, keep squeezing me like that. Fuck, I love how you feel.”

“I love you,” was all you could muster up as tears escaped the corners of your eyes. The stimulation was becoming way too much. You needed to come so badly—you could tell by the way your stomach clenched and your calves stiffened against the sheets.

Jungkook’s heart did a somersault at your tiny profession. He wished he could see you so he could kiss the shit out of you. “I love you too baby. So fucking much. Let’s come together, yeah?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but you couldn’t conjure up words. All that escaped your kiss-bitten lips were imploring mewls.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulled out and you whimpered at the loss of contact. Before you could wrap your head around what had happened, you were swiftly rolled onto your back and your boyfriend hastily thrusted his cock deep inside of you again. You both cried out in bliss at the feeling, now chest to chest, face to face, eye to eye.

“Needa see your face when you come,” Jungkook admitted whilst chewing on his piercing furiously, utterly determined to have you falling apart on his dick.

“B-Babe… ungh… please…” you managed to get out through each powerful thrust, your hooded eyes fixated on his chiseled face. You reached out to plant both hands on his biceps, wanting to have an unobstructed view when he climaxes with you.

His hip movements were irregular now which resulted in sloppy and sporadic thrusts. He was close, you could tell by the way his brows furrowed together.

No words were exchanged for the next few minutes. Instead, you both reached for one another and crushed your mouths together in a messy collision of teeth and tongues. You kissed fervently until the band in the pit of your stomach snapped for the second time that night. You’re high eventually spurred on Jungkook’s own orgasm. His dick twitched before painting your walls with his hot cum; the two of you crying out each other’s names in a mixture of crass language and debauched moans.

With half a dozen prods of his cock, Jungkook rode out your orgasm as well as his own until he felt his erection softening. He attached his pierced lips to your bare breasts, gently kissing along your areola while allowing you time to come down from your high.

“Jungkook?” You ran your fingertips through his jet black hair, pushing the matted strands off his forehead.

“Mm?”

“I’m really so proud of you.”

Jungkook released your breast with a pop and peered up at you with a loving gaze. “For reals?” He flushed and nuzzled into your chest, becoming a little shy himself this time around.

“For reals. You’re owning this season. I know you’re gonna make it to the playoffs again and I’m gonna travel to wherever you are to celebrate with you.” You hoped with all your might that he could hear the sincerity behind your proclamation.

He lifted his head then, not caring if you saw the dusting of crimson across his cheeks. “That means so much, baby. But don’t worry, one day soon we’ll be in the same place. No more traveling.”

You cupped his cheek and pressed an adoring kiss to his lips. He returned the favor without hesitation.

“Hopefully that’ll be the same day you finally eat my ass.”

You pulled away and flicked his forehead. “Shut your face, Jeon.”

Jungkook flashed you a wolfish grin. “Family naming me in bed again after two and a half years, Tiny? And yet you think eating my ass is too freak—”

You silenced his tomfoolery with your mouth, sucking on his pierced bottom lip. He certainly got the message loud and clear because he was rolling your naked body on top of him within seconds.

You were awoken the next morning not to the scent of greasy bacon or freshly brewed coffee, nor the sound of Jungkook’s steady breathing or ticking from super dorky Spider-Man analogue alarm clock; but rather suppressed noises from the hallway.

Squinting your eyes, you rolled onto your back to find the other side of the mattress unoccupied. It was cold and barren, meaning Jungkook had gotten up some time ago.

While you rubbed sleep from your eyes, you heard the resonance of your boyfriend’s voice coming from behind his bedroom door. It sounded muffled and one-sided, giving you the indication that he was on the phone to somebody.

“I can’t find the right time to do it, J.” He bemoaned. “I’ve been trying since the day Y/N got here but I keep tanking it.”

You immediately sat up in bed, gripping the sheets to your chest and staring at the door with blown out eyes.

“I know I need to do it sooner rather than later… I know you want me to do it too.” Jungkook sighed heavily, no doubt running his hand through his hair like he always did when he was worked up about something.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Who was he talking to? Why was he talking about you to somebody else? Hell, he used your first name and not his preferred nicknames so it must be pretty damn serious.

“I promise I’ll do it… I should head back before she wakes up. She can’t know about this.”

Tears welled in your eyes at that sentence and you covered your mouth, trying not to burst into tears. Surely you weren’t overthinking things now? What else could he possibly mean besides ending things with you? Nothing else made sense.

When his footsteps approached the bedroom, you quickly shuffled back into bed and pretended to be asleep.

As much as you wanted to confront him about what you just overheard; you couldn’t. Not when he had a game tonight. You would feel so responsible if an argument between the two of you cost the Maple Leafs a win. They were on a winning streak so far and there was absolutely no way you were going to jeopardize that. Yes, you were rightfully upset with Jungkook but you loved him so fiercely that you couldn’t bring yourself to affect his ability to play in any way. You would simply have to wait until after tonight’s game to corner him about that phone call.

The VIP box sure as hell didn’t make you feel like a very important person.

The suite stunk of cigarettes, mixed with the scent of J-Lo’s new perfume, on tap beer and fried finger foods. It felt like something straight out of college, except you were surrounded by grown adults with children and mortgages.

While the seats of the arena were buzzing with fans dressed in their home team’s get up as they waited for the second intermission to finish, you, on the other hand, purposely turned a blind eye to the white powder and the popping of pills that was going on behind you. Just like you had during your college years.

You weren’t going to be the one to tell others not to indulge in illicit drugs, as it wasn’t your place. However, you did have a serious conversation with Jungkook about a year ago after one of his teammates got rushed to hospital for having digested fatal methamphetamines. He promised that he wouldn’t ever dabble in that shit, especially not after what happened with Ryan.

He’d admitted to you on countless occasions that other players would try to lure him into trying illegal substances and performance enhancing steroids—but he would always politely decline. Sometimes he would be branded a pansy or stuntin’ hoser, but he never took those labels to heart.

You knew the real reason Jungkook never did drugs and it wasn’t because he deemed himself better than everyone else. No, it was because his older brother lost his life in a car accident when Jungkook was only fourteen. Jaehwa had been on his way back from his senior year prom (with a full ride to Harvard Law in his back pocket) when he was hit by a doped up driver. He died immediately at the scene. The Jeons lost a son and a brother while the sicko driver got off with a five year prison sentence.

Jungkook swore to himself when he laid his brother to rest that he would never touch the shit. He also promised Jaehwa that he would make him proud, no matter what it takes.

Yes, college tested his limits but you were so proud of how he overcame that temptation. You could still recall that one frat party where you admitted that you were worried about him getting mixed up in it. The sincerity in his big brown eyes that night gave you all the information you needed to know.

“Hey Y/N,” a feminine voice snapped you back to reality, “so I want to know, has JK done it yet?”

You furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion. “Pardon?”

Irene, one of the older player’s wives, sipped at her flute of Prosecco and repeated, “has JK done it yet?”

“I don’t know what you mean—”

“She means if he’s taken you to St Lawrence Market yet! It’s the tourist attraction in downtown Toronto, you feel me?” Samantha quickly chimed in, flashing you a smile where the light didn’t touch her eyes.

“Oh definitely. It’s a part of history, a real staple if you ask me.” Irene nodded, bringing her glass back to her lips and practically chugging down the sparkling wine.

You felt a sharp lump form in your throat. It was painstakingly obvious that they were lying. Through their teeth. It was then that you came to the excruciating realization that Jungkook did want to break up with you. In fact, he was probably banging both Tiffany and this J girl from this morning. And these WAGs knew it, meaning it wasn’t kept secret from the rest of his team.

You refused to be played for a fool.

“He hasn’t, but I’ll keep it in mind,” you told them both with a small (and very plastic) smile, “excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” This time you were the one lying through your teeth.

You stood up and grabbed your purse. The game was about to resume which should allow for cleared exits so you could beeline straight to the taxi pick up spot.

As you exited through the inner doors of the arena, you furiously blinked back tears as you made your way towards the outer doors.

You couldn’t believe how stupid you were! All this time you had convinced yourself into believing you were overreacting and overthinking, when in reality everybody knew about Jungkook’s infidelity but you!

How could he do this to me? Especially after last night? You thought glumly to yourself as you hurried out of Air Canada Center. You no longer wanted to be in Toronto. You wished to go home to Boston and cry into Lisa’s arms. Your roommate would know what to do in a situation like this.

You hailed a cab and gave the driver the address to Jungkook’s condominium. When he pulled away from the curb, you sunk in the backseat and buried your face into your hands. The last time you’d cried this much was back in your final year of college when your fake relationship with Jungkook had ended. It was bitterly poetic how he was the reason for your tears once again.

The taxi eventually arrived outside Jungkook’s building around fifteen minutes later. You thanked the driver and placed two twenty dollar Canadian bills in his hand, apprising him to keep the change.

You wobbled out of the cab (feeling unsteady on your feet because you were unbelievably distraught) and hiccuped when you heard your phone beep. It couldn’t be Jungkook because he was on the ice currently, so you decided to check whom it was from.

2 messages received from lisa

OMG! jk wuz hella clean! he owned da ice! it wuz like he had a new found determination or sum! u must b so proud

You bursted into tears and rushed inside his apartment complex, wanting to get the hell out of Toronto more than ever.

It was a mission and a half to get his front door unlocked. Your vision was blurred and your hands were shaky, but after a couple of attempts you finally stumbled into his condo and bulldozed towards his bedroom.

Hiccuping, you yanked open your suitcase and started haphazardly tossing your clothes into it. The reasonable side of your brain knew that you should wait for his game to finish and talk things out, but the emotional side of your brain just wanted to get on the next plane home. After all it was fight or flight.

You were in the process of propelling your kicks from across the room into your suitcase when you heard the front door open and slam shut.

“Y/N?! Tiny?!” The sound of a gym bag hitting the floorboards could be heard throughout the condo.

You weeped at the sound of his voice.

Jungkook barreled into the master bedroom and immediately gasped when he saw your suitcase open and a Converse high-top shoe in your hand. “Baby? What are you doing?”

He’d obviously come straight from the game. His hair was a disarray after being secluded to a helmet for an hour and he was wearing his home jersey with a pair of black Nike sweatpants (meaning he didn’t shower after getting off the rink).

“I’m going home.” You sniffled, unceremoniously dropping the shoe into your bag.

“What? Why?” He looked dumbfounded. “What did Irene and Samantha say to you?”

You avoided eye contact and proceeded to pick up your discarded clothes from last night’s activities. “Nothing I don’t already know.”

Jungkook frowned in puzzlement. “I don’t underst—”

You cut him off abruptly, throwing your hands up in the air while salty tears continued to stream down your cheeks. “I know you’re leaving me for somebody else!”

Jungkook’s jaw fell open, completely bug-eyed and gobsmacked. “What?! I swear that I’m not—”

“Just be honest with me!” You cried.

“I am being honest, baby! I swear that’s the tru—”

“I heard you this morning! Talking to some girl over the phone!” You sobbed out, fiercely wiping the back of your hand against your teary cheeks.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was stunned into silence.

“Who’s J, huh? Is that a nickname for Joy? Jessica? Janice?”

He didn’t respond to your question, instead he stepped forward and reached for your hands, “I can explain.” Really? The lame ass line from the movies?

You tried to pull your hands back but he encased them before you could do so, holding them tenderly and beseeching you with those doe brown eyes of his. “Please hear me out. Baby, I promise, I wasn’t on call to anyone.”

“I heard you talking—”

“You heard me talking to Jaehwa.”

The silence that fell over the room was so intense, you could’ve sworn you’d be able to hear a pin drop. Your mouth was agape. You blinked a couple of times as his words began to sink in.

Jungkook gave you a sad smile and rubbed his thumbs over your hands, feeling thankful that you weren’t trying to slither away from him anymore. He sucked in a harsh breath, “I talk to him most mornings when I feel nervous or scared. I’ve been doing it since the morning after his funeral.”

“I’m so sorry.” You didn’t know what to say. What else could you say in response to that? So instead, you gave his hand a squeeze and that was more than enough for Jungkook.

“I didn’t want you to hear me this morning because I was worried you’d think I’m some busted freak… a major screw up.” He sighed, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply through his nose before reopening them to gaze at you despondently. “I should’ve told you before… I just…”

You sniffled and shook your head once. “I never would’ve thought that. Everybody grieves differently. Everybody honors the life of their loved ones differently.”

“I know baby,” he said softly, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips and placing delicate kisses along your knuckles, “if I hadn’t been so chicken shit I wouldn’t have fucked this all up.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“You didn’t! It’s all my fault, I—”

Your boyfriend smiled and then tongued his cheek. “If those ladies didn’t open their big mouths and you’d stuck around ‘til after the game, I was going to pick you up from the VIP box—fresh off another win I dedicated wholeheartedly to you—and bring you down to the ice once all the players had gone. Then, I was going to get down on one knee like this,” he paused, sinking to the floor and propping himself on one knee just as he’d stated.

A loud gasp ripped from the back of your throat.

Jungkook chewed on his lip ring nervously but continued on. “Because if I know anything, it’s that I have two constants in this life: hockey and you. I wanted nothing more than to be in the place that I love after winning the game I love with the girl I love, when I ask her to marry me.”

Now you were the one stunned to silence.

He laughed endearingly at your inability to speak, knowing full well that you were personifying the expression ‘cat got your tongue’. “But when have we ever done anything by the book? You wouldn’t be the Y/N I fell madly in love with if you didn’t make me work for it.”

You giggled through tears, not realizing that you’d begun crying again.

He reached into the pocket of his black sweats and retrieved a light turquoise box and suddenly everything clicked. Tiffany & Co. All the pieces of the puzzle had finally aligned. “So Tiny, what do you say?” He asked, his voice wavering on the last syllable as he opened the ring box to reveal what will be your engagement ring.

You couldn’t let him win that easily. “You haven’t asked me anything yet, doofus.”

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head at your playful response and then took the ring out of the box. He held it between his inked fingers and gazed up at you as if you’d hung all the stars in the night sky. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

You weren’t going to tease him this time.

“Yes! Of course I will.” You nodded vigorously, eyes blinking back tears of joy this time as Jungkook beamed. A smile that was so bright it could stop traffic.

He stood up to his full height and carefully slid the white gold diamond ring onto your finger, his own eyes misty at the sentiment. You wasted no time in kissing him passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck. He consumed your mouth with his own, pouring all his emotions into that perfervid kiss.

You’d both gone through a rollercoaster of emotions that day but it was all worthwhile in the end. Why? Because you had each other.

After you both exchanged mumbled I love you’s, Jungkook reluctantly broke away from your lips and perched his hands on your waist. He was now smirking and had that signature glint in his eye.

“So… does this mean I get to family name you in bed? Ow!”

You pinched his nipple for old time’s sake.

“You’re lucky I have a pain kink, Mrs Jeon.” He grinned cheekily before leaning down and capturing your lips with his once again.

Yeah, you could get used to the sound of that.

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🌷 I think I have a new favorite fic couple. Their relationship from best friends to fake dating was so smoothly done that it didn’t even feel like a pretend relationship. You just know they were into each other for real and this whole fake dating agreement was just some informal way of crossing that friendship line. I had a lot of fun with this fic because I love the 90s and the slang used here threw me back to the times I'd binge on 90s movies and popular tv shows (I see that “as if” from Clueless making it in the slang list 👏). It was also so easy to just gush and feel giddy over their moments because most of the time, nobody is even watching and they didn’t need to put up a show. It’s like you know, as a reader, what is really going on and you’re just waiting for them to finally see what you are seeing. I was expecting a lot of angst (like in most fake dating scenarios) but I was also glad this went easy on my heart. That was such a good light-hearted read and I can’t wait to read 2002 and see this couple again. 😍

1999 | jjk (m)

summary: the year was 1999. boybands were wearing all-white outfits, everybody wanted an ibook or a tamagotchi, tlc didn’t want no scrubs, fight club was playing in movie theaters and you became jeon jungkook’s fake girlfriend in order to fix his reputation. pairing: campus royalty!jungkook x f reader genre: one shot, 90s au, college au, hockey au, childhood neighbors to friends to idiots to lovers, fake dating, fluff, crack, angst, smut rating: 18+ word count: 17.9k warnings: ok so we got lots of swearing, 90s lingo throughout, crack humor, banter, jk calls reader tiny, alcohol consumption, mentions/use of cigarettes, steroids and drugs (eg. marijuana + ecstasy), partying, 90s pop culture references, 90s technology, neglectful parents, family issues, mention of minor character death, angst! angst! angst!, pining lol, lotta kissing, sexual tension, pet names, explicit smut so clit stimulation, titty fondling, handjob, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected sex (pls wrap it before u tap it), big dick!jk, calvin klein jk, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, creampie, minor degradation, aftercare (uwu)

a/n: this was so much fun to write and i absolutely adore these characters—i hope you guys do as well! thank you to everyone who read the teaser and waited patiently for the full fic, i appreciate you all so very much. fingers crossed it exceeds your expectations ♡ please feel free to let me know what you think, my ask box is always open! ☻

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Shoulders slumped, you leaned back into the hard plastic, bright royal blue colored chair you’d been occupying for the past ten minutes.

The glimmer of hope had instantly vanished from your eyes and your lips had curved downwards into a small, discouraged frown.

Truthfully, you couldn’t be overly disappointed. This had become a standard occurrence; one you were far too familiar with by now. You’d expected your inbox to be empty, but that didn’t take away from the sheer devastation you felt upon seeing the bolded zero on the computer monitor screen.

Since your first year of college, you have been sending your father emails from your student account once a week during your scheduled time slot in the campus computer lab.

These emails consisted of updates any loving and involved parent expected from their children, such as: what your week was like, what projects and assignments you’d been working on and what your grades were.

Not once did he reply.

Your fraught relationship with your father had begun since the day your mother left when you were just a preschooler. He wasn’t a terrible parent, but he wasn’t a fabulous one either. He did the bare minimum for you growing up (as in, what is legally required for parents to do for their children). When it came to taking an interest into what your hobbies were or what your talents and strengths were—he was totally absent.

He didn’t know how to be a ‘girl dad’, as he claimed. His main focus outside of his work as an industrial engineer was ice hockey. Ever since he was a child growing up in the rockabilly ages of the 1950s, your father had utterly adored hockey. He’d played the sport religiously since the tender age of six, when he unwrapped his first pair of skates at Christmastime. His ultimate dream had been to play hockey in college, but he was highly encouraged (more like intensely pressured) to pursue engineering by his parents instead. So hockey became a dream of the past, but an unwavering passion of the future.

The only time he’d marginally paid attention to you outside of basic parenting 101, was the year your elderly neighbors from across the street sold their house to go live in a retirement village and a family from Canada moved in. The Jeons had left the province of Ontario and migrated to your tiny state of Rhode Island with their two sons.

Your dad instantly introduced himself (and you, by association) to the Jeons, welcoming them to the neighborhood and eagerly asked if they loved the beautiful game of ice hockey as they hailed from Canada.

The Jeons dived into their story, elucidating to your father that Mr Jeon had been promoted to a new, advanced position within his law firm in Providence and refused to turn it down as it meant that their children would be able to attend Harvard Law in the future.

They’d meticulously illustrated the perfect collegiate life for their eldest son, Jaehwa, who already at the age of twelve was embodying the prerequisites of a great lawyer.

Their youngest, eight year old Jungkook, was an animated child with an unrelenting passion for hockey. With a missing front tooth, Jungkook proudly rambled to your father that his dream was to become a professional player for the NHL and one day be the MVP of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

Your dad set up your first after school play date that day. And you automatically became best friends with Jeon Jungkook.

A friendship that still remained to this day.

Exhaling heavily, you signed out of your Hotmail account and exited the window. You logged off the computer and gathered your book bag, knowing your session was going to be up any minute.

Maybe he called instead? You thought hopefully to yourself as you departed the campus computer lab, keeping your spirits up that perhaps your dad left you a voicemail while you were out. The chances were pretty slim to none, but you refused to completely give up hope.

You made the trek across campus towards the student residences, retrieving your Sony Discman from your bag and clicking play on the latest album from No Doubt. You let Gwen Stefani’s voice drown out your surroundings as you approached the female dormitories.

You made it through three songs before you arrived at your dorm, fetching your keys and unlocking the door. You pulled down your headphones and shuffled inside, closing the door behind you and letting out a tiny puff of air.

Your roommate, Rose, appeared from the confines of her room then, munching on a packet of Cool Ranch Doritos. “Sup,” she muffled, watching as you wrapped up your headphones, “you got a call while you were out.”

You immediately brightened, “really?”

“Yeah it was JK,” you deflated at Rose’s words, feeling your stomach twist at the awful realization that your dad didn’t call. Or respond to your emails. I should’ve known... “he said he’s gonna be late to your dick appointment by like five.” She smirked, dipping her hand back into the blue aluminum packaging.

You rolled your eyes in aversion, “how many times do I have to tell you that I’m not bumping uglies with Kook?” You threw her a pointed stare, tucking your Discman back into its designated spot in your bag. You were going to need it again later when you had to go to the library.

Rose snorted, shaking her head incredulously, “girl, how many times do I have to tell you that you should be slurping on that dick!” She exclaimed, placing her Dorito dusted fingertips in her mouth and sucking her digits obscenely to make her point.

“He’s my friend since elementary school,” Your nose scrunched up, repulsed by her overt indecency, “we don’t like each other like that. We’re just homies. You know this. My dynamic with Jungkook hasn’t changed since the day you first met me.” You shrugged, trudging over to the kitchenette and snatching a Diet Dr Pepper from the fridge.

You never understood why your roommate was so adamant that something more than a lifelong friendship lingered between you and Jungkook. She’d been badgering you with the topic for the past year specifically and it was seriously exasperating.

She raised an eyebrow at you whilst you cracked open the can of soda. “Whatever you say, babes,” she popped another corn chip into her mouth, “but for the record, when you finally hook up with JK, I’m gonna scream ‘I told you so’ hella loud up in your grill.”

“As if,” you took a few sips of your soda, “but I’ll let that slide just for shits and giggles.” You teased her playfully, retreating to your bedroom to acquire the textbooks you’ll need for your study session at the library.

She retorted something intangible from the shared living room, leaving you snickering to yourself. Rose absolutely despised losing an argument (or in your case, a lighthearted bickering relay) and was no doubt trying to get the last word in.

You finished your soda, disposed of the can into the trash and stacked your textbooks in your arms. You were planning on revising the post-it notes you’d stuck inside your sociology textbook alongside your current notes from yesterday’s lecture. Now, the amount of revision you’ll be able to complete will fundamentally depend on how talkative Jungkook is today. He always had a knack for distracting you, even when you were at your utmost focused.

You retreated from your room then, organizing and rearranging your book bag while Genie In A Bottle by Christina Aguilera resounded from Rose’s room. She was obsessed with blasting pop radio from her boombox, whilst you preferred to listen to your favorite albums with headphones. Each to their own.

“I’m outie!” You called out in the direction of Rose’s room, alerting her that you were on your way to the library. You couldn’t make out a response over the music bellowing through the dorm, but you were sure she heard you, so you picked up your bag and locked up behind you.

One paragraph of revision was all you managed to complete one since your childhood best friend joined you at your (unofficially) assigned desk in the far back right corner of the campus library.

Jungkook had been restless since he arrived. The sable haired man in question kept fiddling with your Loony Tunes tin pencil case and bouncing his right knee up and down, causing the desk to rattle and a headache to brew.

You started to grow a little concerned that he was fucked up on Molly, given his slightly turbulent behavior, until he finally clicked his tongue and sighed out of boredom.

He’s just bored out of his mind. Like always. Classic Jungkook! You continued on with your note taking, corresponding between your textbook and notebook when Jungkook unceremoniously nudged your foot underneath the desk.

“So I need you to do me a favor—”

“As if.”

You hadn’t intended to be so terse and deadpanned at first, but the very idea of agreeing to do Jungkook a favor was basically the equivalent of signing yourself on for overarching frustration.

He blinked owlishly, big round eyes shot open wide in puzzlement, “harsh, Tiny.”

“Whatever.” Looking up from your notes, you offered him a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders, “Kook, I’m not doing you any more favors. Your friend privileges have been revoked.”

“Lame!” Jungkook whined, leaning forward onto the desk in a way that accentuated his broadened shoulders, “this is bogus! They weren’t even that bad, dude.”

You clicked the top of your ballpoint pen and placed it down beside your sociology textbook and folded you arms across your chest.

“Sophomore year. You asked me to buy condoms for you during lunch because you had a one on one with Coach Murray. Guess who was standing behind me in line at the store? Ms Peterson!”

Jungkook visibly winced at the mention of your most despised high school homeroom teacher. The woman was utterly miserable and sucked the life from every student’s body during first period for an entire year.

You huffed in minor aggravation. “She gave me the stink eye for the rest of the year thanks to you.”

Jungkook chuckled haughtily, pushing himself off the desk so that he could lean back into his seat instead. He sure as hell looked widely entertained by the rehashing of your distressing high school incident. All because Ms Peterson believed that he could do no wrong—he was the golden boy.

“Okay but she was a total buzzkill. Was probably salty that her student was having a boinkfest instead of her.”

You scowled. “Senior year. My dad went out of town to visit Gammy and you asked if you could bang Kelsey Moffat in my bed so your parents wouldn’t find out.”

“Oh yeah. Kelsey was a tight chick. If you know what I mean.” Oh how you wished you could flick a booger right in the middle of his smug little smirk. Albeit immature, it would bring you so much satisfaction.

“Step off, butt munch!” You grumbled, flipping him the bird, “not only did she steal my Oasis cassette but she also stole my Keanu Reeves ‘Speed’ poster. I paid eight dollars for that at the theater!”

“I can’t believe she swindled you while I was taking a leak—”

“Not helping, dickweed.”

He bit his bottom lip to hold back a laugh. It wasn’t hard to tell that you were still pressed over losing those two items, particularly the poster. You’d gushed about that for weeks on end, only to have it disappear from your wall after Jungkook defiled Kelsey Moffat in your twin bed. To say you were livid at the time was an understatement.

“Aight, that one was whack. But that was one time!”

“Spring break, second year. You asked me to go on a double date with you, Ashley McFadden and Mark Lee.”

“Oh snap! I forgot about that,” Jungkook grinned wolfishly, “Ashley was postal. But Mark was pure class though, the bomb diggity.”

You gawked at him incredulously. “Are you trippin’? Mark threw up down my shirt before we could even order dessert!”

He grimaced, scrunching up his nose at the unpleasant memory that no doubt jarred his brain. “Oh yeah, that mad gnarly.”

“No shit, Sherlock!”

Jungkook seems rather sheepish now, having come to terms with the fact that you were rightfully reluctant to do any favors for him after your series of unfortunate events. But he couldn’t think of anyone else to turn to, especially not with something like this.

Out of all his friends, you were the only one that’s been with him through the long haul. Yes, you both roamed in different social circles since first year orientation, but that didn’t change anything. You both still persisted with the tradition of catching up once a week in this dingy campus library whilst you studied meticulously and Jungkook ceremoniously filled you in on hockey affairs.

Old habits die hard.

“Look Tiny, this is a matter of life or death.”

Raising an eyebrow, you studied him carefully. He didn’t look like he was pulling your leg. In fact, he appeared to be more serious than you’ve seen him in the last few weeks.

You decided to hear him out. But after you teased him a little, of course. “You always had a flair for dramatics.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Coach cornered me after practice yesterday. He said that scouts are gonna start coming to games.” He paused, reaching for his Pepsi.

“Dude, that’s great!”

He took a quick swig of his soda and exhaled with a sigh, “not exactly. There’s, uh, rumors about me among the potential scouts. They’ve heard about my rep and aren’t digging it.” He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “Coach basically said that if I want a chance at going pro after grad, I need to clean up my act.”

“Rightio. I still don’t know how that constitutes a life or death situation.” You snorted, picking up your pen in order to return to studying. You’d already sacrificed too much precious time on Jungkook’s meandering.

“Because one, the NHL is my life! And two, I will die if I don't get recruited!”

Putting your pen down (once again), you raised an eyebrow, “so why haven’t you had that in the back of your mind since first year?”

Jungkook scoffed. “I didn’t want to be a fucking noob my entire college experience, Tiny.”

You smiled innocently. “Hm. So what does that make you right now?”

“Hilarious,” he drawled sarcastically, leaning forward off his seat and leaned onto the desk once again. Only this time, his eyes began to implore into your own. “I know I sounded melodramatic but this shit is serious to me. If my parents found out about this… I’d be a further disappointment. They’re already unimpressed that I chose to pursue sport over law or medicine.”

Jungkook exhaled heavily then. His shoulders sagged and chin ducked down closer to his chest. The atmosphere shifted and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand why. “This is all I have going for me. If I don’t get into the NHL, I’ll be a failure. My parents already think I’m one because I didn’t go to Harvard. I can’t do shit right since Jae…”

“Kook, that’s not true.” You gently interjected, shaking your head. He wasn’t a failure. He was the captain of the hockey team, the most popular student on campus and still managed to maintain a decent GPA. He needed to know that he wasn’t incompetent.

“It sure as hell feels like it,” he sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his raven curls, “anyways, I know what I need to do to fix this. My reputation will be stellar in no time.”

“Well that’s awesome!” You cheered, giving his hand a supportive squeeze. “But I still don’t know where I fit into all this.”

Within milliseconds, Jungkook’s chiseled face broke out into a massive grin. His smile was so bright, it almost blinded you. Why the ever living fuck is he smiling at me like that for?

“Here comes the cheddar: you’re gonna be my girlfriend.” He declared triumphantly, as if you’d won the grand prize at a local county fair.

Your eyes bugged out of your head, jaw slackening in an instant. He’s gotta be wiggin’!

“Please say sike.”

He personified the meaning of a Cheshire cat grin in that very moment, unable to wipe the smugness from his face. He seemed so satisfied within himself—which was utterly ridiculous because his idea reached levels of absurdity you didn’t think was even remotely possible.

“Why do you look like I just jizzed in your cereal? Dude, it’s a radical plan!” He enthused, eyes twinkling with excitement.

Jungkook’s vivacity was always something you admire about him. He always gave one hundred and ten percent into everything he believed in for as long as you’d known him. But this idea was preposterous and you didn’t know what on earth he was thinking.

“It’s totally whack and I’m not doing it,” you informed him, picking up your pen and mentally chastising yourself for wasting so much valuable study time, “why don’t you ask one of your many screaming fans?”

A petulant whine of your name escaped his lips, “it won’t work if I go out with someone from my scene. It won’t look respectable to Coach. And if it’s not swinging with Coach then it’s not swinging with the scouts. I need to be with someone—”

“Jeon Jungkook, if you say ‘someone like you’, I will kick you in the balls so hard.” Your voice was stern with warning.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, nodding hastily to show you that he completely understood. He couldn’t risk getting his little dudes crushed like that.

He nibbled on his bottom lip, tugging the black ring between his teeth, “what I was going to say, is that I need to be with someone who is a model student. Someone that takes college seriously and preferably has a 4.0 GPA,” he explained cautiously, tip-toeing around the subject because he really didn’t want to piss you off. “Y/N, you’re the first and only person I thought of. You’re like mad smart, dedicated to your studies and weren’t you a TA last semester? Cause seriously Tiny, last time I checked you had three letters of rec for post-grad internships, so I’ll for sure look dope by association.” He stated with a shit-eating grin. He knew he’d get you there.

And unfortunately he was right; he had your undivided attention now. Damn him and his good memory! You cursed him out internally, closing your textbooks and pursing your lips in thought. He buttered you up good, you did have to admit that, but you still couldn’t quite fathom how his proposition could be anything other than ludicrous.

You chewed on the bottom of your ballpoint pen, mulling it all over, “I don’t know Kook. This sounds like it could get messy real quick.”

“Dude, trust me. It’ll be a cinch,” Jungkook said in an assured tone, reaching for his Pepsi to take another large swig of the cola, “we’ve known each other for almost our whole ass lives, it won’t get messy.”

You poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue, narrowing your eyes. You weren’t thoroughly convinced. “Well what’s in it for me, Romeo?”

“Besides having bodacious arm candy and the campus king as your boyfriend?” Jungkook smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. The pressing urge to flick a booger at his mug was back again.

You fake gagged, “charming. Never seen a head that enormous before in my life.”

“Hey, don’t hate the player, hate the game.” He chuckled, stretching his arms out over the chairs that resided beside him and looking effortlessly attractive. Not that you would ever utter those words aloud because god only knows what kind of loud mouthed ego monster Jungkook would turn into.

You scowled, completely unimpressed. “I’m being serious Kook. What would I get out of pretending to be your girlfriend?”

It took Jungkook all but two and a half seconds to come to the conclusion that you weren’t having any of it. He desperately needed to provide you with an incentive, otherwise you weren’t going to agree to his proposition and he didn’t have a back up plan.

He needed your cooperation.

“Look, I know you don’t give a fuck about popularity or social status and shit like that so I’m not gonna sit here and try to make that sound worth your while.” He began, lifting his arms off the back of the chairs and scooting forward until his chest touched the desk. He was taking this seriously and you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t intrigued. Never had you seen Jungkook so invested in something outside of hockey—although this technically had to do with hockey, so you decided to retract that. “But there is a huge perk in being my fake girlfriend.”

You rested your chin on your hands and batted your eyelashes at him purposefully. “Enlighten me, oh wise one.”

“Smart ass,” he rolled his eyes, “the perk is that your old man fucking loves me. I’m like the son he never had,” Jungkook finished off the rest of his Pepsi and then gave you a knowing stare, “he’d be majorly pumped if you were dating me. I bet he’d finally start replying to your emails.”

You bristled. As shitty as it sounded, Jungkook did have a point. A really good one.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

“Stop pouting, Tiny. You know I’m right.” He tittered, giving you a playful nudge with his foot once again underneath the desk. However, this time it was to lighten the mood, given you were feeling a little soured after the mention of your father’s negligence. “Besides, it’ll only be until the semi-finals. I think that’s manageable.”

You kissed your teeth, pondering the consequences that could arise if you were to agree to his proposal. “But that’s like six whole months, Jungkook. It means we’ll have to act like we’re together during Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years… are we even gonna be able to pull that off?”

Jungkook smirked at you knowingly. “Tell me, how many people already think we’re fucking?”

Rose immediately came to the forefront of your mind and you frowned. What’s with him and making solid points today?

“No comment.”

“Exactly. Plus, we both go home during winter break so it’ll be easy to keep up the act,” He chortled, flashing a self-satisfied smile, “it’s gonna be a piece of cake. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. So can you just put me out of my misery and agree already?” He pleaded, giving you the biggest demonstration of puppy dog eyes you’d ever witnessed. He even had the audacity to jut out his pierced bottom lip into a pout.

You eventually caved. “Fine. But only ‘til the semi-finals.”

Jungkook whooped instantaneously, pumping his fist into the air and inciting an onslaught of shushes from the other students across the library. You giggled into the palm of your hand, unable to stop yourself. He sheepishly mouthed an apology to the very pissed off librarian and then turned his focus back to the matter at hand.

“Thank you Tiny, you’re the best!” He grinned boyishly, causing the dimples in his cheeks to make an adorable appearance, “I promise I’m gonna be the most wicked, tubular, off the chain boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“Fake boyfriend,” you corrected with an amused smile, “and before we start anything we need to lay down some ground rules.” You asserted, flipping to the very back of your lined notebook and picking up your pen.

“You’re writing them down?” Jungkook mused, folding his muscular arms across his chest in mirth. He found your dedication to impose regulations onto your fake relationship to be indisputably entertaining.

“Yes doofus. How else are we gonna remember?” You reached over and flicked his forehead, evoking an indignant ‘hey!’ from your new fake boyfriend. “Anyways, I hope you have a pocket pussy because we can’t be seeing other people. It’s way too risky.”

Jungkook’s face split into a wolfish grin, “you’re small enough to fit in my pocket so does your pussy count?”

You glowered. “You’re a neanderthal. And no.”

“Damn, struck out already. Relationships are tough these days.” He snickered.

You threw an eraser at his forehead.

The next twenty minutes you spent the time outlining the fundamentals of your fake relationship. You both concurred not to see anyone else, given how quickly gossip spreads across campus. In tandem with that rule, you both conceded on not telling anyone about your arrangement. Not even Rose or Jungkook’s roommate, Taehyung. The truth of your relationship had to remain a secret.

Smaller details were also agreed upon, such as: calling each other terms of endearment (with Jungkook begrudgingly consenting to limiting the use of your nickname, since Tiny wasn’t overly romantic), holding hands on campus, kissing in public spaces and attending a couple of frat parties together.

Jungkook also made a stipulation that you had to attend every home game, whilst wearing his jersey. You bickered back and forth for a good five minutes about the attire (with you arguing that it felt possessive and objectifying) until you settled on a compromise. You would wear the jersey if Jungkook bought you sundaes after every game. And you’d both leave the fraternity parties before one in the morning.

Once the rules had been laid out, you both shook hands on it.

“So babe, should we seal the deal with a kiss?” Jungkook wisecracked, doe brown eyes twinkling with mischief.

You threw another eraser at his forehead.

“I can’t believe you’re wearing that,” Rose sniggered, taking the cardboard tray of nachos from the employee at the kiosk and then giving you a look, “still salty you didn’t tell me.”

“Rose,” you whined, “I already said sorry like a billion times. I told you that we—”

“Wanted to keep it on the down-low for the first month. I know, I know,” she waved it off, taking a sip from her fountain soda, “it’s just I was rooting for you two since day one. At least you let me scream ‘I told you so’ in your face like I said I would.” Rose grinned victoriously, causing you to chuckle lightly.

You felt terrible for lying to her—but you and Jungkook had explicitly agreed. Nobody could know about the truth behind your relationship. It would only reflect poorly on Jungkook’s already suffering reputation. You were trying to resurrect his image, not create a further hindrance.

So that meant letting Rose have her fun.

“Of course I did, I’m not a sore loser.” You took your own fountain drink from the kiosk and proceeded to make your way towards the rink.

“Same can’t be said for your boyfriend,” Rose teased playfully, referring to Jungkook’s incorrigible competitiveness, “no wonder he got you clothed in his jersey—which by the way, you look hella dope. It makes one fresh oversized shirt dress.”

Your cheeks flushed crimson at the compliment. Especially given the undertones: you looked good whilst repping Jungkook’s family name in all capitals with his signature number seven on the back.

“Thank you babes. I didn’t like the idea of wearing it at first but I think it’s grown on me.” You confessed with a shy smile.

Rose opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again when you were approached by a group of four women. Your roommate’s mood became acidic and you couldn’t blame her—you’d been obstructed by the puck bunnies.

“Can we help you?” Rose asked in an agitated tone, raising an eyebrow as she sipped on her soda.

You had a sneaking suspicion they were here to confront you in light of Jungkook’s new relationship status. No doubt he had stuck his dick inside each of these girls at some point during his time on the team. You could only imagine how much they detested you right now.

“Not really,” one of them spoke, completely ignoring Rose’s presence as she locked her gaze onto you and smiled falsely, “just wanted to see if the rumors were true. JK doesn’t do relationships, after all.”

You hummed to yourself, “not with you anyway.”

Rose stifled a laugh from beside you and the artificial smile on the redhead’s face vanished.

“Just because you’re wearing his jersey doesn’t mean you’re dating. You’re probably just another hoochie; a notch in his bedpost.” The redhead snapped, seemingly inflamed by your presence and your choice of attire.

You tongued your cheek. Jungkook had warned you last night over the phone that you’d be cornered by some jealous ladies. He was worried about how you would address that kind of confrontation, but you reassured him that you could handle yourself.

And that you did.

“Look, I don’t like the idea of tearing down other girls over a guy. Call me a hoochie all you want, but my relationship with my boyfriend isn’t anyone else’s beeswax,” you affirmed, grabbing ahold of Rose’s hand and stepping around the posse, “so if you’ll excuse us, I have to go take my seat so I can support him.”

You descended the stairs with your roommate then, undoubtedly leaving the redhead and her friends agape. You felt pleased with how you handled the situation and hoped that it wouldn’t backfire badly onto Jungkook or yourself.

“Oh snap Y/N!” Rose cheered from beside you as you both took your seats, “that was off the chain! You were radical! God, you must really love him.”

“Yeah, I really do.” You smiled wide, but the light didn’t reach your eyes. You felt a weird sensation in the pit of your stomach.

You weren’t entirely certain if that was due to your little white lies or the fact you used to feel that way about Jungkook when you were a teenager.

Your crush was most definitely gone though… right?

The home game flew by before you knew it. Jungkook was at the top of his game, that much was obvious. Every single person in that rink had their eyes fixated on him. He was irrefutably the best center forward the university has had in over a decade, so there was no surprise that he continuously scored goal after goal every game. He was known for being the grand master of the hat trick.

The match was now in the last five minutes of the third period and everyone was on the edge of their seats. The opposition had secured another couple of goals in the first ten minutes of the period, leaving Jungkook restless. He blatantly refused to let the other team win.

From your place in the crowd, you chewed nervously on your nails as you watched Jungkook speed across the ice. Having known him for almost your whole life, you knew that he’d be tense and eager to win. You hadn’t realized how mesmerized you were by his movements until Rose tapped your shoulder, commanding you back to reality.

“He’s so fly on the ice. Like, really fast, sharp shooter, good with his hands. Is he like that in bed?” She smirked, trying to scavenge some juicy information from you.

You felt your cheeks burn, meaning there was definitely a flush of scarlet spreading across your face right now. You blushed because you didn’t know how to respond to such a thing. Jungkook was your childhood friend—what were you supposed to say? Frankly, you had no idea what Jungkook was like during sex. He never looked at you in a sensual way growing up, therefore you learned quickly not to let your mind run away from you with fantastical delusions.

Rose’s smirk increased at your reddened cheeks, no doubt assuming that you were blushing because you were shy rather than embarrassed. She thinks I’ve fucked him and she’s never gonna let me live it down!

Before your nosy roommate could push the subject any further, the crowd began hollering in desperation. There was only a minute left on the clock and everyone in that arena wanted a secured win for their respective team.

You found yourself clutching the edge of your seat, eyes following Jungkook’s every move as his teammate successfully completed an assist. Within the final five seconds, Jungkook scored a faultless buzzer beater.

His team had won.

The arena erupted into applause, with loud chants, cheers and claps echoing around the rink. You shrieked alongside the dedicated fans, unable to help yourself as the entire moment was inarguably exhilarating.

Jungkook’s teammates circled around him, clambering to get their hands on his shoulders and hype him up for his unbelievable shot. The raven haired male in question, however, paid no mind to the actions of his teammates and proceeded to look around the seats. He searched high and low for about a minute until he located you, immediately pointing in your direction and creating a heart with his glove-clad hands.

You covered the sides of your face with your hands, hiding your blush. And despite being well aware of the expectations that coincided with the nature of your fake relationship, you just couldn’t believe it. He dedicated the winning goal to you. Jungkook had demonstrated to the entire arena that he was taken.

“Oh my god?” Rose sputtered, eyes widening as she turned to catch a glimpse of your reaction, “so much for keeping it on the down-low. Everyone and their dog knows you’re his girl now,” she mused, noticing the way dozens of young women looked crestfallen or green with envy, “but watch out for the bunnies babes. You’ve snatched up the university’s most eligible bachelor and made him all cute and soft. They’re not gonna rate that.”

Hm, maybe Jungkook’s crazy idea will actually work after all?

With that in mind, you smiled brightly and blew him a kiss, to which Jungkook enthusiastically caught with his mitts and held them to his heart (as his team celebrated their victory around him).

Needless to say, the crowd went wild.

The nauseating stench of stale beer emulsified with cigarette smoke, a touch of marijuana, copious amounts of sweat and inexpensive cologne, bulldozed you upon entry to the frat party Jungkook had dragged you along to.

Oh how you wished you could turn back time and protest harder against this being a condition of your disingenuous relationship. You compromised far too easily and now look where that has gotten you.

“Stop frowning so much, Tiny, you’re gonna get premature wrinkles.” Jungkook murmured against the shell of your ear as the two of you walked further into the fraternity house belonging to Alpha Sigma Phi.

You scowled, “I’m sure I already have premature wrinkles from dealing with your ass for the past fourteen years.”

Jungkook couldn’t hide his grin. “I love it when you talk about my ass.”

Rolling your eyes, you gave him a playful shove. “Shut the hell up, butt munch.”

“See? You’re obsessed with my ass. If you want it baby, just say—ow!”

He scowled at you this time, rubbing his pectoral where you’d successfully pinched his nipple through his jet black muscle tee.

You were mere seconds away from teasing him, when one of Jungkook’s teammates approached you both and slung their arm around your fake boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Hey lovebirds,” Jacob drawled, his pupils dilated to the extent where his irises were a thin blue colored ring, “glad you could make it. JK’s always the life of the party!”

You forced a smile (for the sake of appearances).

There was no chance in hell you were going to be consuming any illicit drugs that night, especially not surrounded by careless idiots such as Jacob.

“I’m really not all that, Jake,” Jungkook half chuckled, carefully shrugging his doped up teammate off his shoulders, “why don’t you go find Kevin? He’s the O.G. party animal.”

“Aw righteous!” Jacob slurred, lifting both fists in the air cheerfully, “peace out, home skillet.” And with that, he staggered away through the crowd of grinding bodies.

Now you’d heard plenty of rumors over the last few years regarding the varsity hockey team and their usage of recreational drugs, stimulants and performance enhancing substances. You always dearly hoped that Jungkook wasn’t involved in that kind of activity. Not only was it illegal, but it would irrefutably affect his chances at having a professional career with the NHL and you knew how important that was to him.

The disapproving lour on your face was an obvious indication that you were unimpressed. It wouldn’t even need to take a genius with a high IQ to figure that out.

Reaching for his inked up hand, you tugged Jungkook over to the corner of the crowded room. It was almost impossible to hear yourself think over the volume of the stereo, but you had to confront him about what you just witnessed.

“You’re not taking any of that shit, are you?” You asked him gently but cautiously, eyes full of concern.

Jungkook blinked owlishly for a moment and then shook his head resolutely. “No, Tiny. I’m not.”

“Even the ‘roids?”

He shook his head once more, a little firmer this time round, “I promise. Coach would use my balls as new pucks if he found out I was doping.”

You visibly sagged in relief. You then released the shaky breath that you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding that entire time.

Jungkook’s lips quirked upwards into a smile, “were you worried about me?”

“Of course I was worried! You’re my closest friend, Kook,” you exhaled, “I care about you a lot and don’t wanna see you get yourself into trouble.” You’d surprised yourself by the openness of your admission, having revealed more than you were initially anticipating. I care about him just as a friend…

Jungkook’s gaze softened at your confession, his doe eyes beseeching your own in a way you hadn’t bared witness to before.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as he took a small step towards you, his tattooed arm encircling your waist. What is he doing? Why is he looking at me like that?

He brought your body flush against his own—face to face, chest to chest—and for a brief moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you. Your sole focus was on Jungkook. He occupied your line of sight. He captured your full attention. He was the only thing on your mind and you didn’t hate it. In fact, you liked it a little too much.

Breaking your intensely reciprocated stare, Jungkook’s dark chocolate brown eyes flickered down to your lips, lingering on the plushness of your mouth for a few moments.

“Baby?” His regular tenor had dropped a few octaves, leaving his voice deeper and huskier than usual.

Fuck. His rasp turned you on. “Yeah?” Your thighs had involuntarily pressed together.

His tongue swiped at his bottom lip, his unwavering gaze never once leaving the curves of your mouth. “Can I—”

“JK! Sup dawg?” An obnoxious voice broke you both out of your own little world.

Jungkook tongued his cheek, looking a little pissed off at the interruption, “hey Josh, wassup?”

You slowly wriggled out of his hold, trying to provide yourself some breathing room (and personal space) after that moment you shared. Jungkook didn’t let you get far though, as he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers while he chatted aimlessly with one of the fraternity members.

Was Jungkook about to ask if he could kiss you? You’d technically agreed to kiss in public for the sake of the whole charade but why did that particular moment feel so different? You were lost in your own thoughts for a few minutes, until a loud whoop snapped you out of your reverie.

“Booyah!” Josh grinned wolfishly, rubbing his hands together, “you’ve got first dibs on a partner. I call bagsies on starting though.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and glanced up at your fake boyfriend, “what’s the dealio?”

“I’ve been challenged to a game of beer pong,” Jungkook explained, gesturing to the ping pong table that was set up across the bustling living room, “and you’re playing with me.”

Your jaw fell open. “As fucking if!”

He whined your name petulantly. “Chillax babe, it’s totally in the bag. Please don’t let me look like a major noob.” He pleaded, whipping out the puppy dog eyes.

“Nuh uh! Nope! That’s not gonna work, not this time!”

It worked. Like always.

And you won—just like he said.

Jungkook was truly the most talented person you’d ever met. He excelled in almost everything he did, including a shitty game of beer pong. Your opponents—Joshua and Jennie—were stunned at how easily and effortlessly Jungkook sank tiny orange balls into red solo cups.

You’d even managed to secure one or two, but really you were there for show because your partner was the shining star of the game.

“We did it!” He beamed, pulling you in for a bear hug and lifting you up off your feet, spinning you both around once.

Despite winning, you’d both downed a couple of drinks (that Joshua had successfully sunk his ball into) and god only knows what was in those plastic cups. So it was no surprise that you and Jungkook were a little buzzed.

“Put me down you goof,” you giggled at his antics, playfully thwacking the side of his shoulder until he steadied you back on your two feet, “that’s better, thanks.”

You felt a little breathless now, given the way Jungkook was still holding onto your hips and peering down at you with an impassioned gaze.

“Gonna kiss you now, okay?” He murmured, moving his inked hand from your waist to your face, cupping your cheek gently.

You knew this was all for show, so you jerked a nod. It’s just a kiss, you braced yourself internally before his lips grazed yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut when your lips connected, the taste of lukewarm beer prominent on Jungkook’s tongue. He held you close as he kissed you emphatically, consuming your mouth with his own and stealing every shallow breath.

Obnoxious hoots and hollers surrounded you, meaning that your public display of affection was doing its job at convincing the masses of your so-called relationship. You slowly pulled away when his team stopped cheering him on; your lips tingling from the rather intensive kiss.

Jungkook, on the other hand, looked a little disappointed. Had you not kissed him long enough to be convincing?

Wetting your bottom lip, you inhaled through your nose, “think they believe it?”

“Who cares?” He murmured in the same husky tone as before, cupping both your cheeks this time, “c’mere.”

He kissed you deeply this time, his tongue invading your mouth and sensually gliding across your own. He knew how to leave you breathless and have your head spinning.

Every thought that entered the forefront of your brain was about Jungkook. He had you absolutely keening for him and you couldn’t deny that your panties were becoming damp with arousal.

You hadn’t been this affected by him since freshman year. What the hell was going on?

Minutes felt like hours. You were totally entranced by Jeon Jungkook and unfortunately, you had to brutally remind yourself that it was all a lie. You were doing him a favor and this was a part of it.

Breaking apart from him, your lips were a little swollen and your cheeks were flushed. Jungkook couldn’t help but grin lazily, tugging his lip ring between his teeth.

“We should head out,” he spoke for the first time in a little while, “this party’s lame. Besides, I promised you we’d go home early.”

Your heart skipped a beat. And why did your stomach do a somersault at the mention of we? “If you wanna stay for a bit longer we can.”

Jungkook shook his head, “I’d rather walk you home.” Shit, there goes your heart again.

Trying not to turn a shade of crimson, you nodded and followed Jungkook through the sea of partygoers (as he wanted to say goodbye to his teammates).

He located them with ease. He kept his hand in yours the entire time, wishing his friends a good rest of their night whilst they relentlessly teased him for being a fart knocker for leaving the party early.

“Dude, you really have changed! It’s not even one!” Chris chortled, shaking his head incredulously, “I guess that’s what happens when you get tied down, huh?”

“Word!” Joshua echoed, his syllables slurred as the man was hammered from losing beer pong against you and Jungkook earlier.

“Whatever man, I’ll see you at practice,” Jungkook clapped his hand on Christopher’s shoulder and then gave Joshua a fist bump. He turned to you with a soft smile (one that you’ve come to recognize he only reserved especially for you), “let’s bounce babe.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

The twenty minute journey back to your dorm had been more than pleasant. In fact, you could argue that it was the most fun you had the whole night. Despite being completely alone during the early hours of the morning, Jungkook continued to hold your hand the entirety of your walk.

He looked utterly breathtaking under the moonlight. He’s your friend! Cut it out!

As you approached your dorm room, Jungkook leaned against the wall beside your door and grinned boyishly. “Princess Y/N, I have successfully brought you back to your castle. My quest is complete.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at his ridiculousness, “I’m eternally indebted to you, Sir Jungkook.” You said as you unlocked your door.

He chuckled in amusement, his nose scrunching up in a way that resembled a baby bunny. He was so endearing when he made faces such as those.

“No but for real, if anyone’s indebted to someone it’s me to you.” He said, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other. He was restless. You weren’t sure if that was due to nerves or because he had consumed alcohol. “I appreciate you being so cool with all this. You’re really the bomb, Tiny.”

You blushed vividly at his compliment.

“You were a rad fake girlfriend tonight, everybody believed it,” he continued with a broad smile. His words caused your heart to sink in your chest a little. You didn’t like that you were feeling this way—or any way for that matter. “I promise the hard yards are done. It’s gonna be wicked easy for the next few months.”

You laughed it off, trying not to let your heart mess with your head. You knew what you were getting into agreeing to this arrangement: now wasn’t the time to start feeling things. You simply had to focus and shut off your brain.

“Kook, it’s really not hard to pretend to be into you,” you blurted, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them, “you’re very easy to love.” Shut up!

Jungkook didn’t say anything. His lips parted for a second, almost as if he was going to respond, but instead he lurched forward and kissed you.

This kiss felt nothing like the other two. This one was soft, gentle, tender. His lips moved with yours in a sweet, slow rhythm (like your mouths were dancing the waltz). His nose caressed yours as he delicately sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, wanting to get a quick taste before the night concluded.

You both parted at the same time, breathless and flushed.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you respired quietly, your voice barely above a whisper, “there’s nobody around to see it.”

Jungkook’s lips etched up into a tiny smile, “I know. I wanted to,” he pressed a featherlight kiss to your lips once more, provoking your heart to start hammering hard against your rib cage, “goodnight Tiny. Sweet dreams.”

You dreamt of him that night. And they were sweeter than sweet.

Thanksgiving week rolled around sooner than you could say ‘turkey baster’.

You’d been occupied all week studying for finals and the stress was starting to really get to you.

Rubbing at your temples, you blinked back tears. You didn’t want to cry over coursework but these looming exams were really testing your patience and resilience. The enormous pressure you placed on your own shoulders was inconceivable. There was no real reason to be that harsh of a self-critic, you just really wanted to prove yourself to your father (even though he didn’t care enough to read your emails, let alone your thesis).

“Hey baby,” a familiar voice broke you out of your self deprecating slump, “you look totally buggin’.” Jungkook frowned in concern, sliding in the seat beside you and wrapping his arm over your shoulder. He always did that now whenever he met you at the library. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t grown accustomed to it.

“I’m cool beans,” you forced a smile, closing your textbook and giving him your undivided attention, “totally super. Wassup babe?”

Jungkook looked marginally unconvinced but he didn’t press you any further, “just wanted to let you know that I have an away game this weekend.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, “but it’s Thanksgiving?”

“I know,” he sighed in defeat, “it’s gonna be a huge game though. Coach said if we win this one, he’s gonna shout us all Pizza Hut for a month.” He tried to hide his smile by flicking his lip ring between his teeth, but you knew him too well.

“You’re majorly psyched about the pizza, aren’t you?”

Jungkook cracked a grin, “I’m a simple man, baby!”

Shaking your head playfully, you bumped your shoulder against his. “You’re such a noob.”

“I’m your noob, Tiny.”

Your heart did a backflip in your chest. You absolutely despised the way your heart reacted to cute little quips like that. He was obviously saying it in case people were eavesdropping. Everything was for show and you had to constantly remind yourself of that.

Luckily for you, he changed the subject: “So are you going home for Thanksgiving?”

“No,” you shook your head obstinately, “it’s too expenny. I’ll just have a chill one in the dorms.”

Jungkook scrunched up his nose, but this time it was in disapproval rather than delight. “Babe, that sounds totally lame.”

“Don’t diss my plans!”

“Just keeping it real, Tiny. You can’t spend Thanksgiving alone, okay?” He said, mindlessly rubbing his fingers along the hem of your shirt, “I’m gonna call you from the hotel after my game so we can spend it together.”

You blinked, utterly stunned by his statement. From your knowledge of paid varsity sports trips (which wasn’t much, only what you found out from Jungkook over the years), the players were allowed to make one call from their hotel room to contact their close family or friends. So naturally, your heart rate increased expeditiously at the significance behind it all.

“Kook, are you sure? Wouldn’t you wanna call Tae?”

Jungkook shook his head with a sincere smile, “I’m sure. I want to spend Thanksgiving with you.”

Your entire body is filled with warmth. You were positive that your cheeks were heating up with rosiness, but you didn’t care. You were floating up on cloud nine at that moment.

“Cause like, think about it—it’d be weird for me not to call my girlfriend, you know?”

“Yeah…” Your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach. Of course! You reminded yourself bitterly, it’s all a farce. You felt so deflated, that you kind of wished he never said anything in the first place.

To get your mind off the previous conversation, you swiftly changed the subject to winter break, which was coming up in the near future.

You both discussed how you’d be going home at the same time, so it made perfect sense to travel together. You strategically planned to spend Christmas with each other’s families, while also making an appearance as a couple at the annual New Year’s Eve party.

“How should we break up?” You asked curiously, looking up from the piece of lined note paper that you were busy scribbling your holiday plans onto, “I just realized we never discussed that.”

Jungkook frowned.

You could’ve sworn that you saw a flash of disappointment in his doe brown eyes, but that also could be you hoping that he felt similarly to yourself. Pathetic, you chastised internally.

“Well, uh, we can say it was mutual. That we agreed we’d be better off as friends,” Jungkook shrugged, “but let’s not worry about that right now. It’s months away.” He was quick to dismiss the topic. Instead, he redirected the focus back onto you and the tenseness of your shoulders.

“You’re already worrying about so much,” he murmured, moving his arm off your shoulder and gently cupping your chin with that inked hand of his, “I don’t like seeing my baby so bugged out.”

You puffed out a short breath, “yeah well it’s finals season. I’m gonna be a walking, talking ball of stress for the next few weeks.”

Jungkook tongued his cheek. He gently released your chin and shuffled in closer towards you, “let me help you relax then.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as his large hands found your thighs. He trailed his fingers up along your denim-clad leg, inching closer and closer to your crotch. No doubt your eyes were widened to the size of saucers—you couldn’t believe how brazen he was being.

“Are you trippin’?” You hissed, “we’re in the library! Anyone could see or hear us!”

Jungkook chuckled, as if you’d said something witty, “take a chill pill. Nobody is around. We won’t get caught if you keep quiet, baby.” He moved his hand to your clothed center, cupping you there and nibbling on his lip ring.

You swallowed harshly. “Isn’t this weird?”

He shook his head once. “You can’t pretend to be my girlfriend and not reap all the benefits. Now hush,” he purred, slowly tugging down the zipper of your fly and dipping his hand into your jeans.

Given the way that you were both seated, there was no feasible way Jungkook could finger you without it being blatantly obvious. If you had worn a skirt, things would be different. But he didn’t let that minor detail deter him. No—he was going to get you off no matter what.

You whimpered the second his fingertips began rubbing you through your panties. He dragged his fingers up and down your clothed slit, getting your underwear lathered with your juices so he could feel how aroused you were for him.

“So wet baby,” he mumbled, his fingers expertly finding your clitoris (even with your undergarments in the way) and began rubbing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, “look so pretty when I touch you. So fucking pretty.”

“Mm Kook…” You desperately clutched at the fabric of his t-shirt, your eyes clenching shut while he played with your pussy. You bite down hard on your bottom lip in order to keep your moans at bay, since getting caught would certainly tarnish your shoe-in for a dean’s list valedictorian.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He rasped, relishing in the feeling of your slick coating his digits. “Wish I could fuck this little pussy with my fingers. I bet you’re so tight and warm… Shit! I just felt your cunt gush. That was so hot.” A prominent bulge had tented in his jeans now, straining against the zipper. He was so turned on. By you.

“Jungkook—ah!—please,” you mewled, your head falling onto his broad shoulder as he dexterously stimulated your pussy, “wanna…”

“Wanna come, baby?” He husked, his rich cocoa eyes having darkened lustrously, “wanna make a mess of these panties in the library like a naughty girl for me?”

You whined at the slight degradation. He knew exactly what to say to have your pussy clenching (more like squelching) around nothing. He rubbed a swift figure of eights against your clit, determined to bring you to your much needed climax. Truthfully, you couldn’t remember the last time you were brought to the brink of an orgasm so quickly.

“Uh huh,” you nodded dumbly, unable to construct a proper sentence as the pleasure was overtaking your thought processes, “please let me come.”

If Jungkook wasn’t hard before; he certainly was now. Hearing you beg him like that—all soft and desperate—was the sexiest thing he’d ever witnessed in his fucking life.

His eyes fixated on your face contorted with pleasure, Jungkook picked up pace with his fingers. He only had to stimulate your cunt for a few moments more until you were spasming underneath his touch. Your thighs quivered as your orgasm washed over your body, resorting you to a whimpering mess.

“Good girl,” he gently praised you, slowly riding out your high with a few flicks of his fingertips, “you did so well, baby. That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen; it got me so hard.” Jungkook grinned unabashedly.

He removed his hand from inside your jeans, wiping his moistened fingers lewdly on the inside of his own denim. He kindly zipped you back up though, taking the initiative to situate yourself on your behalf.

You giggled tiredly into his chest, feeling a little chuffed but also a little embarrassed. Did you seriously just have an orgasm in the campus library? And did you seriously let your childhood friend give you one?

Lifting your head from his chest, you brushed some loose hairs from your face and mouthed a tiny thank you.

“Definitely relaxed now, huh?” Jungkook asked with a wolfish grin, feeling pretty goddamn pleased with himself. He wasn’t at all cocky though. Instead, he looked like he had won a championship.

You blushed, nodding in lieu of a response.

Shifting your gaze downwards, you noticed that he was still sporting a raging hard on. “Do you want—”

“No it’s okay,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “I just wanted to do something for you. I feel good knowing I made you feel good.”

Without thinking, you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his.

Jungkook reacted instantaneously, moving his lips with yours in unison and planting his hands at the curvature of your waist.

He pulled away after a few moments, his softened eyes then implored yours, “you didn’t have to do that. There’s nobody around to see.” He echoed your words from a few weeks ago, nervously chewing on his lip piercing.

Smiling adoringly, you pressed a featherlight kiss to his lips (just like he did all those weeks ago) and reiterated his own words back to him: “I know. I wanted to.”

New Years celebrations were in full swing in your hometown: with every Tom, Dick and Harry buying up booze at the liquor store and dozens of parents desperately trying to secure teenage babysitters for the night.

You were currently in the middle of getting ready for the annual New Year’s Eve party you agreed to attend with Jungkook. The party in question was an infamous one that took place at the community center every year, for young adults aged between eighteen and twenty five. It was a way for your town to encourage safe partying during the thronged holiday season—such as enforcing rules like only attendees over the age of twenty one were allowed alcohol—and you’d had the pleasure (if that was even the right word…) of going a couple of times.

Each time had been uneventful.

The music was always lackluster and you didn’t really get along with many people from your high school. Not that it was your fault, they just didn’t take the liberty of ever getting to know you. You were simply known as Jeon Jungkook’s nerdy friend.

Speaking of Jungkook, he was the only one that ever paid you any mind at those parties and majority of the time he was preoccupied with another girl.

This time was going to be different.

It had to be—the news of your relationship had spread like wildfire. All it took was for Jungkook’s elderly (and nosy) next door neighbor to overhear Jungkook’s mother on the phone to him, confirming your attendance as his girlfriend to Christmas Eve dinner, and the rest was history.

The entire neighborhood knew of you two ‘dating’ before you’d even left campus for the year.

Luckily for you both, Christmastime was a walk in the park. Not a single person questioned the legitimacy of your relationship and the dynamic between yourself and Jungkook’s family continued to remain moderately the same.

His parents were hesitant at first—having heard tidbits from girls in town about Jungkook’s tendency for hookups—but soon warmed to the idea of you being their son’s girlfriend.

Mrs Jeon was thrilled to hear your post-graduation plans involved more education and potential for career advancement, whilst Mr Jeon was rather impressed that his son was dating a woman with the intention to become a child psychologist.

“If anyone’s the most impressive one, it’s your son.” You’d told them earnestly, advising them of Jungkook’s consistent GPA and comments of high praise from well respected professors. “He’s the best player the university has had in almost a decade—you should be so proud.”

You’d been so engrossed in hyping up your fake boyfriend’s achievements to his parents so stuck in the past, you hadn’t noticed that Jungkook was looking at you the entire time. He didn’t spare his parents a single glance. You were the only thing he wanted to focus on.

Meanwhile in comparison, your father was overjoyed at the news. As expected. He spent the entirety of Christmas Day lunch discussing hockey and Jungkook’s statistics of the season. Your fake boyfriend was kind and conversed with your dad with a polite smile, but always made sure to turn the conversation back onto you.

He praised your academic achievements and practically bragged to your father about how awesome (or in his exact words: majorly bodacious) you were. It clearly made an impact, as your dad proceeded to ask you about college and what internships you were thinking of applying for post-graduation.

You almost cried three times that day. And you were certain that you stopped seeing Jeon Jungkook as just a friend that day too.

A rattled knock against the doorframe snapped you out of your thoughts. You were almost finished applying your maroon colored lipstick when Jungkook entered your childhood bedroom.

“On a scale of one to ten, how fresh do I—holy shit,” Jungkook uttered out, cutting himself off as he gawked at your appearance, “Tiny is that a new dress?” He visibly gulped, causing his Adam’s apple to bob up and down.

Looking down at your plain black dress, you smoothed out the fabric and nodded, “yeah I got this in the fall. Does it look okay?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook croaked, clearing his throat shortly after, “it looks great. Really pretty.”

You blushed a shade of scarlet. “Thanks Kook. You look great too. We’re accidentally matching.”

He was wearing a pair of dark wash denim and a charcoal button up. He left his hair down in unruly raven curls—just the way you liked it. Jungkook always looked effortlessly attractive; it was so unfair.

“Couple goals.” He joked with a cheeky grin. “Now let’s roll, I wanna get crunk. It’s the last year of the nineteen hundreds, babe! Time to go big or go home!”

You both originally chose the former.

Until a few hours later you decided the latter.

The party wasn’t fun whatsoever. The music was just as awful as you remembered it to be, the partygoers were all high as fuck and Jungkook kept getting approached by old flings from high school.

You felt utterly miserable and just wanted to retreat back to your bed. It wasn’t exactly how you wanted to spend the last couple of hours of 1999, that was for certain.

Jungkook noticed your shift in mood and decided that he’d had enough of the party as well. He realized somewhere between hour two and three that he couldn’t have fun without you. He needed you by his side in order to genuinely enjoy himself, otherwise he was putting up a front to appease others. And my god, was he sick of trying to be a people pleaser all the time.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand,” he whispered into your ear, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers.

You wouldn’t ever grow tired of the way his hand held yours. It was such a simple gesture but a meaningful one at that. In addition, your small hand always fit so perfectly inside his much larger one, like they were two missing puzzle pieces destined to be conjoined.

Jungkook led you out of the venue and towards the parking lot where he’d parked his well loved 1980 model Chevrolet Chevette. That old car had been his prized possession since it was handed down to him from his dad on his sixteenth birthday. Granted, the model was almost twenty years old now but Jungkook didn’t care. He would treasure that car until the day the engine stopped running.

“How much have you had to drink?” You quizzed him as he unlocked the car, opening the passenger door for you. What a gentleman.

“I had like one beer over an hour ago,” he shrugged, closing the door gently behind you once you’d hopped in the vehicle and jogged over to the driver’s side, “although I don’t really wanna go home yet. Can we just chill for a bit?”

You smiled fondly, “you really wanna chat in the parking lot on New Year’s Eve?”

“Yeah. We could even sit in silence and I wouldn’t mind. I have the most fun when I’m with you.”

You looked down at your lap, face flushing vibrantly once again at his sincere compliments. He was going to make a tomato out of you if he kept this up!

Drumming his fingers against the wheel, Jungkook chewed nervously on his bottom lip. “Can I be real with you for a sec?”

You snapped your head up to meet his anxious gaze, nodding immediately. “Of course Kook, wassup?”

“I’ve been fucking terrified all year about getting recruited,” he admitted in a quiet voice, shrugging his shoulders and slumping back into the driver’s seat. “I kept thinking I wasn’t good enough… that what my parents thought was true. That I was just wasting my time with sports and I was gonna end up flipping patties at Wendy’s for the rest of my life after grad because I would be nothing but a washed up college player…” he trailed off, poking his tongue at his piercing before turning to lock eyes with you, “until last week when you spoke about me at dinner.”

Your lips parted in shock.

“The way you talked so highly of me, like I was the best thing to happen to hockey since Gordie Howe… I believed in myself after that night. I might not get any offers but at least I believe I have talent… that I have worth.”

Stunned into silence, you slowly reached across the gearshift and took a hold of his hand. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze and met his gaze. His doe brown eyes were full of sincerity and you knew then, without a doubt, that you were in love with him.

You were hopelessly in love with Jeon Jungkook.

“You’re one of the most talented people I’ve ever met, babe. You will get offers, more than one, I just know it,” you whispered, your eyes shining with the purest form of unabridged adoration for him, “I believe in you and I’m so happy to hear that you believe in yourself too.”

The way he looked at you in that moment had your heart beating a million miles an hour. Oh how you wished he could look at you like that all day, every day.

“I think you’re the only one that’s ever really believed in me,” Jungkook confessed quietly, giving your hand a squeeze, “you’ll be the best child psychiatrist. You’re warm, kind, gentle and sweet. You believe in everyone without expecting anything in return. You’re fucking perfect, Y/N.”

You don’t know who exactly made the first move, but Jungkook’s hands were now cradling your face and your lips attached.

You kissed him with all the love you had in your heart, pouring every feeling you harbored for him into the movements of your lips. You sincerely hoped that he could feel what you were too afraid to say.

After reluctantly breaking your passionate kiss, Jungkook stared at you through hooded eyelids as you shuffled around the interior and propped yourself onto your knees.

“Whatcha doin’ baby?” He asked in amusement, eyes bright and curious. They say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

And satisfying him is exactly what you planned on doing.

“Wanna suck you off,” you deadpanned, cupping his crotch with your tiny hand, “you deserve a reward for being a good fake boyfriend.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened so far his eyeballs almost bugged out of their sockets. “Tiny, you don’t have—”

“To quote someone very much like yourself: you can’t pretend to be my boyfriend and not reap all the benefits. Now hush,” you giggled, palming his bulge that had already developed underneath your hand.

He grunted at your touch, his curly haired head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck,” he cursed, jaw slackening when you unzipped his jeans and untucked his hardened cock from its confines, “your hand feels so good, baby.”

You marveled his erection for a moment. He was huge, much bigger than you had imagined. He felt hot and heavy in your hand, throbbing at your delicate touch and oozing with arousal from the mushroom tip.

Leaning down, you pressed a barely-there kiss to the head of his cock. The action had Jungkook hissing in desire, his eyes rolling back into his head. Your chest blossomed with pride at his reaction, so you continued your ministrations. With a kitten lick and a butterfly kiss there—you were purposely trying to tease him (more like torture him).

“Baby,” he pleaded in a husky voice, “gonna die if you don’t put me in your mouth.”

“Drama queen.” You rolled your eyes in a lighthearted manner, wrapping both hands around his girth and gently pumping his impressively hard cock. You glided your makeshift fist up and down his length, drawing guttural groans from the man above you. Each sound he made had your pussy leaking. It was almost embarrassing how turned on you were just from his moans.

You swiped the beads of precum from his slit, spreading it around his bulbous head and giggling at the way his breathing became heavier. He was already a mess and you hadn’t even wrapped your lips around him yet. If that wasn’t a compliment towards your skill, you didn’t know what was.

“Fuck—please.” He begged in desperation.

You decided not to tease him any longer. Lifting your eyes so that you maintained eye contact with him, you brought your mouth down to his cock and wrapped your painted lips around the tip.

Jungkook wished he could take a photograph in his mind and keep that sinful view of you a mental image forever.

His breathing was labored as you started to suck at the head, swirling your tongue around and teasing his salty slit. Jungkook groaned brokenly, reaching out to move loose strands of hair from your beautiful face. As pretty as you looked with your hair a disarray—he wanted to be able to see you. He didn’t want to take his eyes off you.

“How is your mouth so good?” He practically whined, his hips involuntarily bucking up as you began bobbing your head up and down on his cock, taking as much of his length as you physically were able to. “Oh shit—careful baby… easy… don’t choke.”

You hummed and glanced back up at him, lifting off his cock with a lewd pop, “what if I want to choke on it?”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped. You laughed at his reaction, eyes twinkling in amusement before wrapping your lips around his dick once again.

Any kind of retort he was trying to conjure up in his brain was lost on him now. All he could focus on was the way you sucked his cock like a fucking pro.

His car sounded like (and frankly looked like) something straight out of an 80s porno. But so much better.

You pumped whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth and continued to swirl your tongue around his girth, focusing on the underside and his sensitive slit. He was absolutely throbbing on your tongue and judging by the way his moans had become guttural and erratic; he was close to coming.

“You’re perfect, so perfect,” he rambled, his eyebrows knitted together with his obsidian curls falling into his eyes, “fuck I love yo—your mouth. So good to me, baby.”

Your chest spread with warmth at his praise.

His pelvis continued to jerk forward, signaling that he was teetering on the edge of his climax. You took that as a sign to suck harshly at his tip, knowing he was sensitive there. The strangled moan you evoked from the back of his throat was more than enough motivation to keep up with your efforts.

“Come in my mouth,” you gurgled around his cock, words muffled but you honestly didn’t give a damn. You were sure he heard you, “please Kook. Want it.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

Jungkook whimpered your name when his orgasm shuddered through his body. His dick twitched on your tongue before spurting hot ropes of white cum into your mouth. You swallowed his load, taking all that he gave you with vigorous enthusiasm. Jaw slackened and eyes heavy, Jungkook for sure thought he was going to come again just by how undeniably sexy you were.

You really were all that and a bag of chips.

You released his now softening cock with an obscenely wet pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and giggling at his fucked out expression.

“Feeling rad?”

Jungkook grinned lopsidedly. “Feeling wicked and jammy.”

You helped him tuck his cock back into his jeans and zipped him up. The energy between you had irreversibly shifted now that you’d given each other an earth shattering orgasm. But it didn’t feel weird; it felt right.

“Should we head—” Your words died in your throat when you heard the faint shouting of numbers. The partygoers were counting down.

It was nearing midnight.

And you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be in your last moments of the nineteen hundreds than with Jungkook.

“Three, two, one. Happy new year.” He whispered, bringing your lips to his.

While fireworks exploded into the night sky and the sound of cheers, screams and wishes of a happy new year encompassed you—your sole focus was making a positive mark on the year 2000 and kissing the man you loved with everything you had.

“Happy new year, Jungkook.”

Months had passed since that fateful night after the most dreadful New Year’s Eve party, and your fake relationship had restored Jungkook’s reputation in the exact way he’d been hoping. His coach was satisfied with the significant changes the team’s captain had made and encouraged Jungkook to keep it up during the playoffs—to which he most certainly did.

He led his team through to the semi-finals with outstanding leadership and determination. His hard work had not gone unnoticed (according to the whispers he’d overheard in the men’s locker room), as the scouts were impressed with his progress. Everything was falling into place and Jungkook couldn’t be happier.

Your ‘relationship’ was most definitely included in that too.

Something had shifted for the both of you after that party. Prior to winter break, you did just above the bare minimum when it came to being Jungkook’s girlfriend. But now, you were more inclined to show physical affection and willingly hang out with him in your dorm twice a week, rather than just meeting up at the library.

Things felt really domestic.

You became comfortable and content with your unique dynamic, and for a while there, you forgot that this was just one extended favor for Jungkook and that you’d be breaking up sooner rather than later.

Hockey finals season was among you and graduation was right around the corner. You wouldn’t need to keep pretending after that. It was a bitter truth that you were having a tough time accepting (even though you’d agreed to those terms and conditions from the beginning).

When the clock struck five in the afternoon, you decided to give Jungkook a call.

You’d spent the entire day filling out applications for post-graduation internships with prestigious psychiatric clinics, in hopes to fast track the start of your career. The process of completing the questionnaires was tedious and exhausting, as you had to write down your responses on a separate piece of paper and staple it to the back of the physical application.

You found yourself hoping for technological advancements within the next five years regarding the internet and being able to use computers to apply for jobs. That would make your life so much easier.

Leaning back against your sofa, you pressed the speed dial, knowing it would contact Jungkook’s landline. Rose always used to tease you about that tiny detail but stopped once you’d started dating. She was currently out on a date with the guy she was casually dating (Cameron, you think his name was).

The phone rang for about half a minute before the sound of the receiving end being picked up.

“Y’ello?” It was Taehyung—you could recognize that rich baritone anywhere.

“Hey Tae, it’s Y/N. Is Kook there?” You mindlessly twirled the cord connected to your landline phone around your fingers.

“Nada. He’s out; something about an impromptu meeting with his coach. Sorry dude. But what’s the four-one-one?”

You felt your shoulders sag and your entire body deflated.

You should feel happy that Coach Park organized a last minute meeting, as it no doubt had to do with the scouts and their interest in Jungkook—but you missed him. You wanted to see him. It sucked that he wasn’t home.

“Oh… nothing really. Can you tell him to schwing by my dorm once he’s back?”

Taehyung hummed in agreement, “sure.”

“Wicked. Thanks Tae.” You bid him a quick goodbye and ended the call, placing the phone back onto its dock.

Why were you feeling so out of sorts? Jungkook talking to his coach should be a good thing, right? You felt your stomach twist and churn uneasily at the possibility of the meeting having negative connotations. What if his reputation wasn’t good enough? What if someone found out the truth and told Coach Park?

Your head was spinning. You felt queasy.

The stress from earlier today had manifested into full body nausea. It made you miss Jungkook’s presence even more, as he would go to extreme lengths to make you comfortable and get your mind off certain things. He was really good at taking your mind off shit.

You were totally whipped.

And it’s a major reason as to why you were dreading the next few weeks. You didn’t want your relationship to end, even though it was fabricated.

Jungkook made you feel alive. He brought you out of your shell the last few months, by dragging you along to hockey games, parties and other social events. He introduced you to a bunch of new people and showed you what it was like to not worry so much about your future for two point five seconds.

You were terrified that it was all going to disappear the second you stopped pretending. More than anything, you were terrified that he was going to disappear.

Anxiety gnawed away at you for the next half an hour, up until a knock sounded at your front door. Swinging your legs off the couch, you got to your feet and padded over towards the door.

You swung it open to reveal your (fake) boyfriend in a pair of navy wash denim, a white scoop neck Calvin Klein tee and a matching jean jacket. His hair was untamed and left to hang down past his ears and to his shoulders. How does he just look like that? You practically swooned.

“Hey baby,” he smiled widely, leaning in to press a delicate kiss to your lips, “you look gorgeous.”

Blinking once, then twice, you gazed down at your turquoise, knock-off Juicy Couture velour tracksuit. He really thought you looked pretty in sweats? Your heart surely did a double take.

“Thanks,” you blushed, opening the door wide to let him in and then closing it behind you both, “you look gorgeous yourself.”

He smirked. “I know, you were practically drooling when you opened the door.”

“No duh, dickweed! You look like you stepped out of a magazine.”

He smirked even wider. “Playboy, I hope?”

You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder a shove, “you’re so infuriating. How do I even put up with you?”

“Because you love me.” He teases you playfully, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

Good lord… if only he knew just how true those words were.

You gently pinched his hand in retaliation, evoking that high pitched laugh from his lips. Your entire body filled with warmth upon hearing his carefree laughter—you really adored him profusely.

“So feisty today Tiny,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, “what’s the dealio?” He turned you around effortlessly then, bringing you flush against his chest so that you were face to face.

“I’m totally bugged.”

Jungkook frowned, “what’s got you strung out? Did Rose set fire to the dish cloth again?”

You bit your bottom lip to hide your smile, trying not to laugh at his question. You promised Rose that you wouldn’t discuss that incident ever again, not even with your boyfriend.

“No,” you shook your head, “I spent all day writing out applications for internships. I’m stressed that I won’t get one and that I’ll be jobless after grad.”

He soothingly rubbed invisible shapes against your hips, having succeeded in locating a sliver of your bare skin between your matching sweats. “You’re gonna get one.” He said definitively.

“But—”

“No buts. None of that yadda yadda,” he clicked his tongue, tsking at you, “you’re going to get an internship, baby. Why? Because you’re the bomb. You have the perfect grades, the perfect attendance, the perfect recs and the perfect attitude. They would be brain dead not to—hmph!”

You smashed your lips onto his fiercely, cutting him off because you wanted to show him your gratitude rather than vocalizing it.

Jungkook groaned throatily against your mouth, sliding his hands down to the curvature of your ass and hoisting you up with ease. Your legs instinctively encircled his cinched waist, wrapping yourself around him as you kissed him passionately. Tongue and all.

The two of you had engaged in steamy make out sessions before (numerous times in the recent months), so this wasn’t anything new. What was new was the pressing urge to feel his rigid cock deep inside of you.

You desperately wanted him to fuck you.

Maybe it made you a bad person, but you wanted to experience it just once before the whole charade had to come to an end.

“You’re making me hard, baby,” he rumbled against your lips, bucking his pelvis so that you could feel the impressive bulge that had formed in his jeans, “but I don’t wanna do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

You reluctantly broke the kiss, lips swollen and eyes hooded with desire as you met his stare, “I’m always comfortable with you, babe.” You reassured him with a hint of a smile.

His eyes sparkled, “yeah? Ditto.”

“Good. Because I really want this—want you.”

Without another word, he carried you to your bedroom. No surprise that he knew the way without even looking, he’d been inside your dorm countless times.

You yelped out a giggle when he tossed you down onto your bed, your backside bouncing as you hit the mattress.

He avidly shrugged off his jacket, leaving him in that tight fitting tee that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“I want you so bad. Have for so long,” Jungkook confessed, dragging his piercing into his mouth and gazing down at you with a lucent, zealous gaze, “are you sure? You can back out whenever, okay?”

You nodded vigorously before making grabby hands in his direction. You were so damn eager for him. You couldn’t wait any longer.

Jungkook chuckled at your actions, crawling onto the mattress and hovering over you within seconds, “can’t believe you got horny over a few compliments.” He teased playfully, eyes bright as he gently (and attentively) brushed loose tendrils of hair from your face.

You rolled your eyes but the smile on your face revealed that you weren’t offended. “Shut your mouth, Jeon. You know my love language is words of affirmation.”

“Jeon, huh?” He grinned voraciously. “Family naming me in bed? You’re so freaky, baby.” Another eye roll.

You reached out and brazenly pinched his nipple.

“Ow!” He laughed, his smile only tripling in size, “lucky for you I have a pain kink.”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, shaking your head at his ludicrousness.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

He joined in with your laughter, eyes crinkling at the sides as his hands found the hem of your velvety sweatpants. “I do when I’m eating pussy. And I’m fucking dying to taste yours.”

He rendered you speechless instead. Never did you expect to be so turned on by such vulgar language. Usually you would cringe when guys said obscene things like that, but when Jungkook does it? Your clitoris throbbed.

Wetting your bottom lip, you watched him with esurient eyes as he tugged your pants down your legs and discarded the fabric somewhere on your carpeted floor.

“You’re drenched already,” he rasped, gazing ravenously at your clothed pussy. His fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and swiftly dragged the soft cotton down your body. He spread your legs greedily, exposing your glistening cunt to him. “Fuck. Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Your cheeks flamed.

He nestled between your legs, hooking them over his broadened shoulders so that his face was at the perfect angle.

“You’re dripping.” Jungkook was utterly mesmerized by your saturated cunt. He nibbled on his piercing while his talented fingers lightly spread your folds and teased your slit all the way down to your tight little hole. “So sensitive. Bet you taste fucking divine.”

You whimpered pathetically at his words. You felt your walls constrict around nothing and no doubt Jungkook saw the way your pussy clenched.

He certainly did—which is what prompted him to lick a bold stripe up your slit and then bury his face between your thighs.

“Fuck! Kook!” You cried out, eyes squeezing tightly shut the second his tongue made contact with your clitoris. “Oh g-god…”

He moaned unashamedly, creating delicious vibrations against your cunt that had your head reeling. The contrast between his hot tongue and the cool metal of his piercing was driving you fucking crazy. Your breathing was already becoming staggered and it’d only been a couple of minutes.

“Wanna drown in this sweet little cunt,” Jungkook growled, eyebrows knitted together and lapping away at your juices insatiably, “so fucking wet for me.”

He ate you out with vigor, as if you were the last delicious meal he was ever going to consume. His tongue was everywhere—dragging along your slit, over your folds, dipping into your hole—and his lips suckled on your sensitive nub like it was candy. You opened your eyes to glance down at him and almost creamed at the sight. He looked utterly sinful between your legs, slurping your juices lewdly with his hair matted to his forehead.

You were one lucky bitch at that moment.

“Kook,” you keened, your voice resembling that of a sob as your fingers dove into his onyx curls, “feels s-so good. Please don’t stop.” You were practically slurring now, totally succumbing to the pleasure.

“Not gonna stop,” he promised, swirling his tongue around your clitoris and grinning triumphantly when your thighs clamped around his ears, “not ‘til you come for me. Want you to come on my tongue, baby girl.”

And with that he gently grazed his teeth against your bud, sending your body into a frenzy.

“Ungh! M’gonna—” a shrill shriek erupted from your mouth, your orgasm crashing over like a gigantic wave. You sobbed out a string of curse words and his name, your chest heaving up and down rapidly while your legs trembled.

Jungkook enthusiastically helped you ride out your high, with smooth strokes of his tongue. Once your thighs loosened around his shoulders, he lifted his head and made direct eye contact with you. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how fucked out you were. Clearly you needed that stress relief.

“How do you feel baby?”

“Tubular.” You giggled tiredly, running your fingers through his hair and pushing the loose strands up off his forehead, “you’re like, crazy good at that.”

He grinned, “that’s cause you have a crazy good pussy.”

You rolled your eyes, giving his shoulder a playful thwack before pushing yourself up onto the bed. You unzipped your velour jacket and shrugged it off, revealing your bare breasts to your (fake) boyfriend.

Jungkook didn’t look stunned or gobsmacked by your chest, instead he looked to be in awe. He gazed at your naked body as if you were the most exquisite thing on planet earth and it was truly the most remarkable feeling.

“So beautiful,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before reaching up and shrugging off his white t-shirt. He tossed it on the floor alongside your clothes and hastily unzipped his jeans.

While he clambered to get the denim off his body, you took the time to appreciate his naked torso. You’ve seen Jungkook without a shirt on multitudinous times over the years. The platonic line of friendship hadn’t stopped him from walking around half naked as you grew up together, so you weren’t taken aback by his taut muscles and toned abdominals.

You still salivated though. How could you not? He slipped out of his boxer briefs once his jeans were a part of the pile, causing his hardened erection to slap against his stomach.

Goddamn. Jungkook was so fucking hot. A real life Adonis. And here he was, gloriously naked and wanting to fuck you.

“I want you to ride me,” Jungkook confessed, shifting himself on your twin bed and then lying back against your flannelette sheets.

You nervously chewed on your bottom lip. Being on top wasn’t something you were used to. You’d had sex a couple of times in your adult life and every time was either missionary or doggy style. The men you’d fucked preferred those positions because they were the ones on top. So Jungkook’s admission had you a little anxious but mostly excited.

“Don’t overthink it Tiny,” his voice brought you out of your own thoughts, “just really wanna see you bounce on my cock.” He eagerly reached for you and situated your body in his lap, his leaking erection standing to attention.

You knew your cheeks were burning but you couldn’t help it, this moment was just so intimate. Not only that, you absolutely loved the way Jungkook manhandled you. It sent pleasurable shivers down your spine knowing that he could pick you up and move you around with ease.

“You look like an angel right now,” he smiled lopsidedly, cupping your breasts with his large hands and gently teasing your pert nipples.

Releasing a soft sigh, you relished in the stimulation and gently rocked your hips over his achingly hard cock. “Mm…”

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook moaned, eyes fluttering shut as you continued to slowly drag your sopping wet pussy lips over his throbbing dick, “that shit feels fucking amazing. God, I wanna feel you so bad.”

Breathing heavily, you grasped his cock and positioned it at your entrance. He was pulsating in your hand and it made you wonder just how good that would feel inside of you.

So with that in mind, you slowly sank down onto his cock. You whimpered at the intrusion, squeezing your eyes shut as his girth stretched you wide open.

“Holy shit baby,” Jungkook hissed out, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, “you feel better than I ever imagined. So tight and warm—ngh!—fuck.”

“So b-big!” You whined at his filthy words, planting your hands on his pectorals to keep yourself upright as you adjusted to his size. Your tight walls gripped his massive dick like a vice, leaving the both of you breathless and insatiable.

Once your pussy had relaxed around him, you felt your pelvis graze his own. You couldn’t believe he’d bottomed out; you were amazed that he even managed to fit inside of you.

Jungkook continued to play around with your tits as you started rocking your hips back and forth, spurring on whiny moans from the both of you.

“That’s it,” he grunted, pinching your nipples and kneading the soft flesh as you bounced on his cock, “good girl. Just like that.”

The praise encouraged you to keep your rhythm, even with your thighs beginning to burn. You wanted to please him. You wanted to keep inciting those husky moans to fall from his pierced lips.

When you lifted your hips up and slammed them back down again, Jungkook choked out a groan. His eyes rolled back into his head and his hands dropped from your chest, now grasping at your waist in order to help you ride him so you wouldn’t collapse.

You sobbed his name, your head falling forward as you felt that familiar sensation beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook always managed to bring you to the brink of a climax faster than anyone else could. You were certain that he was going to ruin you.

“I know baby,” he husked, lifting his hips upwards to hit that sweet spot inside of you, “I feel it too. Fuck… you’re so warm. Gonna pump this little pussy full of my cum.”

“Please J-Jungkook.”

“You want that? Wanna be leaking with my cum for the rest of the night, hm?” He grunted, his voice gruff as he sloppily met your slow, tired bounces.

You nodded pathetically. You wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of him.

Jungkook released a guttural groan, “such a dirty girl for me. I love it.”

I love you! You wanted to say, but you decided to keep that to yourself.

Your thighs started to shake once again as your second orgasm of the night approached, with Jungkook’s stomach tensing up as well. He was close. It was easy to tell given the way his dick was twitching inside of you.

“Come with me baby,” he begged shamelessly, lifting his head up and seeking out your lips.

You whimpered into your kiss, which was a messy clash of teeth and tongues as you desperately chased each other’s high. Not even a minute later, you were climaxing. You wailed out his name amidst a string of curse words and Jungkook exploded right after, spurting his cum deep inside of you as he groaned your name slowly.

With a few lazy rocks of your hips, you rode out yours and Jungkook’s intense orgasms. Your breathing was completely erratic, chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath.

Jungkook panted heavily, his eyes half-lidded as he peered up at you with a lazy grin.

Regular sex wasn’t supposed to feel like that. You knew it, he knew it—but neither of you touched on it. You wanted to bask in the moment a little while longer before facing reality.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Jungkook admitted after a few minutes of comfortable silence, gently aiding you off his softening cock and hissing at the loss of contact.

You hissed too, but only because you felt his release beginning to seep down your thighs.

Jungkook grinned triumphantly. He looked pretty fucking chuffed with himself. “Score! That’s so fucking hot,” he said, inspecting the inside of your thighs, “but let’s get you cleaned up so we can cuddle and watch the new Friends ep.”

“Wow, truly a man after my own heart.” You wished that were reality though. Too bad this was all for nothing.

“No duh! Hasn’t anybody told you I’m pure class baby?”

An hour and forty five minutes later, you were curled up in Jungkook’s warm embrace, squished together on your tiny sofa with a beige fluffy blanket propped up over your bodies.

After your unbelievable round of sex, the two of you showered together for forty minutes, dried off and then watched the new episode of Friends on your shitty analogue television.

You couldn’t believe Ross was actually dating Elizabeth, his student! That would be like you hooking up with one of your professors—so totally whack!

“Ross is one gnarly dude,” Jungkook said with his words all muffled, having stuffed his face full of Oreos that he had borrowed (correction: stole) from your cupboard, “can he finish his midlife crisis and get back with Rachel? She’s such a babe.”

“Watch the writers drag it out for another couple of seasons.” You teased, nudging his side and taking an Oreo from the packaging and plopping it into your mouth. “Oh by the way, I was meaning to ask you earlier: how was your meeting with Coach?”

Jungkook swallowed harshly and shrugged nonchalantly, “it was aight.”

“Taehyung made it seem like it was a big deal when I called earlier. What did you talk about?”

He released a heavy sigh, running his tatted up hand through his curls, “he told me that fixing my rep worked. Four different scouts are coming to our last game and wanna sign me.”

Your jaw dropped in shock at first before shrieking in delight. “Oh my god, Kook! That’s amazing! Holy shit, congrats!” You hugged him tightly, wrapping your tiny arms around his body.

He immediately hugged you back, holding you close and burying his nose into the crook of your neck, murmuring a barely-there thank you.

That’s when it hit you like a freight train. The realization dawned on you then—he was thanking you for your active participation in the scheme that improved his reputation. You had successfully helped him fix his issue and now he was getting exactly what he wanted.

You felt sick to your stomach. “So… I guess that means we don’t need to keep this up anymore, right?”

Jungkook’s face fell, “what?”

“This—us. Your reputation is pristine now. We don’t need to keep pretending.” The words left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were trying your hardest not to burst into tears. You couldn’t—not when you had agreed to this since the start.

“I guess not.”

Putting on a brave face, you forced a smile, “I’m really happy for you, Kook. You got everything you wanted.”

He murmured something under his breath. You could’ve sworn it sounded like “did I though?” but that could just be your imagination.

“What was that?”

Jungkook cleared his throat and looked down at his hands, “nothing. Thanks, uh, for being happy for me.”

“Of course, what are friends for?”

Awkward silence fell over the two of you after you said that godforsaken word.

You tried to keep your composure. You wouldn’t cry until later tonight when you were alone in bed. You refused to burst into tears in front of him, especially when he hadn’t done anything wrong. You have gotten yourself into this mess. Now it was time to face the consequences of your own careless actions.

Jungkook moved the blanket off his legs and shifted off the sofa. “I should head out—Tae’s probably wondering why I’m not home yet.”

That was a lame excuse if you’ve ever heard one. He wanted to leave because he didn’t need to keep up the pretense anymore, you were sure of it.

“Okay.” You whispered, hiking the blanket up to your chin and pretending to watch whatever commercial was playing on the television.

“Will I see you at the library next week?”

You gave him a weak nod, unable to say no to him. You could never say fucking no to him and that’s why you were hurting like hell right now. “Sure.”

Jungkook smiled awkwardly and walked towards the front door, “cool beans,” he said flatly, reaching for the door handle. You tried not to crumble in that moment, as he really couldn’t leave fast enough. He made it painstakingly obvious too.

“Goodnight Tiny.”

“Goodnight Kook.”

The second the door closed behind him, you buried your face into the blanket (that unfortunately smelled like his cologne) and broke down into body-wracking sobs.

You made it. You’d finally pulled through; having successfully graduated with high honors.

Class of 2000.

“Now I know I said it earlier, but your speech was just fantastic, sweetheart,” your father assured you gently, giving your shoulders a squeeze, “I’m so proud of you.”

Your eyes become glassy with unshed tears. “Thanks Dad.”

Although far from perfect, your previously severed relationship with your father had slowly begun amendments since Christmastime. He was becoming more involved in your life by being active via email and corresponding with you twice a week. He even took the liberty of calling you a few times. Sure, the conversations were short and awkward, but you could tell that he was making an effort and that’s the kind of thing you had been dreaming about for years.

You sincerely hoped that things would continue to get better between the two of you, and that you’d feel more comfortable going home for the holiday season each year.

“I’m going to miss you when you’re in Boston.” He smiled, referring to your upcoming move to Massachusetts next month—having accepted a spectacular paid internship at a reputable, highly regarded clinic.

You were shocked that they’d even offered you the position, given the fact you were contacted days before graduation. But the hiring manager happily informed you on the call that it was your stellar grades and glowing letters of recommendation that really sold them on your application.

You said yes in a heartbeat and the rest was history.

Goodbye Providence; hello Boston.

“I’ll miss you too Dad,” you said with a warm smile, “but I’ll visit all the time, I promise.”

“I know you will sweet—wow is that the time? I need a coffee.” Your dad rambled, glancing down at his watch-less wrist and scurrying off to god knows where.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd behavior. You were about to go follow after him and find out what the hell was going on, when you felt a hand gently brush yours.

Gasping at the electrifying touch, you turned around and then bit down on your bottom lip at the sight of your childhood friend. God, he’s a sight for sore eyes.

“Congratulations Miss Valedictorian.” Jungkook smiled kindly, gesturing to the medal that rested proudly on your chest.

You flushed crimson. “Thank you,” you said in a soft voice, tugging at the lapels of your robe, “congratulations on your NHL contract. I know it’s been your dream since forever to play for the Toronto Maple Leafs.”

“Thank you.” He blushed this time, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

You both stood there awkwardly; not knowing what to say to one another.

From the night he left your dorm onwards, things hadn’t been the same. You barely spoke after that. You stopped going to his games and Jungkook stopped meeting you at the library. Something shifted and it wasn’t a positive thing. It had been weeks since you indulged in a proper conversation and that was unheard of for your friendship.

You wished things could go back to the way they used to be, before you got caught up in all the fake relationship bullshit. But you also knew the friendship could never go back to being platonic, because you were madly in love with him and you couldn’t be his friend. You couldn’t hurt yourself like that.

Jungkook broke the silence first, blurting out: “I fucked up. Majorly.”

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I fucked up that night,” he confessed, taking a hesitant step towards you, “I wasn’t one hundred percent honest. I should’ve told you that I didn’t get everything I wanted because what I wanted was you.”

Your jaw dropped. “What?”

Jungkook bit back a smile, trying not to laugh at your adorable reaction, “I wanted you. For real. It stopped being fake for me the second you wore my jersey to that game.”

You stood in utter silence; completely at loss for words.

Was this really happening? Was the man you were so unbelievably in love with confessing that he liked you more than a friend? And that he also started developing feelings the same time you did?

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I just needed to tell you that I fucked up and I’m sorry and that I’m fucking crazy in love with y—ow!”

You’d pinched his nipple. For old time’s sake.

He pouted and rubbed at his pectoral. “What the fuck, Tiny?”

You smiled brightly, “I’m in love with you too, doofus.”

The weight that had been lifted off your shoulders was truly astounding. You felt so much lighter, freer—happier now that your feelings were out in the open. In that very moment, you felt like you were standing on top of the world and that nothing was going to bring you down.

It was extraordinarily beautiful.

Jungkook’s entire face broke out into that signature bunny-esque smile of his, that you absolutely adored, with his nose scrunched up and eyes shining with elation. He didn’t hesitate for a second to reach out for you, pulling your body flush against his own and rubbing his nose over yours lovingly.

“You love me,” he whispered giddily, “you fucking love me.”

You giggled, pecking his lips to further elucidate his point, “I love you so much, Kook.”

Cupping each side of your face with his large hands, Jungkook’s doe brown eyes were full of nothing but pure, unadulterated adoration as he looked at you, “Y/N… you’re the first person I spent the two thousands with and I mean it when I say you’re the only one I want for the next thousand years.”

The sincerity behind his words had your heart jackhammering in your chest. Your eyes immediately welled with tears once again, but this time a lone tear escaped and slid down your cheek. “That was so fucking cute, what the hell.” You blubbered as Jungkook quickly swept away the tears and smiled cutely.

“What do you mean? I’m always cute.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. Some things truly never change, “step off, butt munch.”

“Eat my ass later tonight baby,” Jungkook grinned cheekily, “right now I really wanna kiss my girl.”

Needless to say, it was one hell of a kiss.

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🌷 I actually remember reading this on ao3 and I read it again as I was going through my drafts. I just love OC’s cute attempts to make Yoongi notice her and then Yoongi telling her in the end that it wasn’t even these teasing attempts that made him like her. The locker scene was just so hot and it’s just not helping that I’ve been seeing all these beefy arms photos of him lately. I can just imagine his signature smirk during his cocky moments of the fic and I love how this feels very yoongi because lately, my yoongi thirst has reached an all-time high. Help T_T

gym rat (m)

summary ⇾ you told everyone you were spending more time at the gym in an effort to turn your life around. in reality you were going just to sneak glimpses at one of the regulars who, for some reason, always looked like he hated being there. that didn’t seem to stop him from bending you over the bench in the gym locker room though. inspired by yoongi’s new gym bod that’s suits him a little too well.

pairing ⇾ yoongi x reader

genre ⇾ smut

warnings ⇾ explicit content, cursing, degrading, choking, overstimulation, hair pulling, semi-public, squirting

word count ⇾ 5k

authors note ⇾ okay this took me way longer to write than i thought it would buuut i think it came out pretty good. definitely dirtier than anything i’ve written so I hope you guys like it!

god you were sweaty.

sweaty as in hair sticking to your forehead - practically dripping from your face and coming from every pore on your body. there was so much that, to your misfortune, you caught a taste of the saltiness on your tongue with every swipe of your lips.

considering you were at the gym, this wasn’t too unusual. sweating was one of the many unavoidable, disgusting and primitive consequences of working out. but this story gets a little confusing when you consider you would usually never even think of touching an exercise machine.

“are you listening, baby girl?” a voice, gruff and full of lust, came from behind you.

what a stupid question you thought. of course you weren’t listening - how could you with his dick absolutely stuffing your cunt.

when the day had first started, you were really only worried about if the wedgie from your few sizes too small biker shorts was worth it or not.

usually you weren’t one to try and go the extra mile to attract the attention of the male gaze, but for some reason yoongi seemed to have some type of effect on you. an effect you couldn’t quite put your finger on. perhaps it was the sight of muscled arms flexing to work the machines or maybe the small peaks of taunt yet slightly plush stomach when he lifted his shirt to wipe at sweaty skin. one thing you knew was that after all the the countless times you caught yourself staring at him, you were definitely sure that he didn’t want to be here. dark cat like eyes and chubby cheeks always fixed into a seemingly permanent look of disinterest.

you weren’t judging of course, you didn’t want to be at the gym either. the only reason you even stepped foot in there in the first place was to try and catch said mans attention, having seen him for the first time when your friend dragged you here in a futile attempt to get you off the couch. that was about a month ago and you’d been coming here at the same time every week since then, your attire getting more and more revealing, much to the delight of every other man in the gym except the one you wanted.

so when you noticed him walking over to your area on the mats that day, you tried to keep cool when he took up the spot next to you in front of the mirror. he seemed to be stretching, an important start to getting the most out of a workout you’d come to realize. today you were working out glutes and you tried not to let his presence distract you from your routine. so you just pretended like he wasn’t there and went back to finishing up your last set of squats, all the while knowing your ass probably looked great and was giving the man quite a show. it was almost like the universe was gifting you a golden opportunity or - what would’ve been a golden opportunity, if he had even spared you a glance. but no, instead he just continued to lazily stretch in front of the mirror. signature look of boredom resting on his face.

at first you took offense to the lack of attention. after all, the rest of the men in the gym seemed to like what they saw, heads constantly turning when they walked behind you in the mirror. but you had to admit, the ogling was disgusting, practically had your skin crawling. here you were - stinking of sweat and face flushed from the effort of swinging a kettlebell between your legs and men were ogling your heaving chest. and then to make matters worse, from the corner of your eye you detected a figure slowly approaching, getting entirely too close for your liking.

“phew, that is one lucky kettlebell.” said a voice to your left. you didn’t even realize who it was before you finally turned your head, face instantly turning up in disgust. mark - the resident perv notoriously known around the gym. despite your obvious look of discomfort he just continued, a whistle leaving his lips as his eyes raked up and down your form. “I definitely would love to be the one between those sexy legs of yours.”

and you would’ve loved to throw the heavy piece of equipment in your hand at his skeevy face. but unfortunately, you actually liked not being in jail for assault which is where you were sure you’d end up if you followed through with that thought, “mark how many times do i have to tell you. i’m. not. interested.” you say.

“yeah you say that now but-“ he says, hand reaching down to grab the obvious bulge in his pants making you gag. was he really doing this in a public area? where everyone could see. “-once you see my equipment you’ll definitely change your mind.” he said, even having the nerve to wink at you even after the cringe worthy words left his mouth.

at that point you were definitely done with conversation, ignoring his words in favor of turning back to the mirror.

“as if mark.” you spit out, fully planning to go back into your workout and stepping away to head back to your spot. yet the feel of a sweaty, grimy hand had you halting, fear shooting up your spine. briefly your eyes caught yoongi’s in the reflection of the wall length mirror, facing showing your desperate cry for help. but he merely gazed back at you, eyes lacking any indication of whether or not he planned to actually come to your aid.

“and where do you think you’re going?” mark seethed and squeezed harder, the lingering promise of bruises appearing as he pulled you back into his chest, face almost being shoved into the smelly material of his shirt. “i didn’t say i was finished talking.”

however before he could continue, mark felt the pressure of a hand landing on his shoulder causing the arm wrapped around your figure to tense. you lifted your head from your place behind mark and followed the hand that lay on his shoulder only to be greeted by yoongis eyes once again. you didn’t know if this was his plan all along, but if it wasn’t he seemed to have changed his mind.

“you really don’t know how to take a hint do you?” yoongi says, hand roughly pulling mark away, the mans grip on your arm finally dropping as you hastily fled from his hold. “mmm now you have two options. one - i tell the front desk about how you terrorize all the woman in here and they escort you out of here calmly. most likely you’ll be banned and can never show your face in here again.”

you could tell mark was trying to hide his shock, but his face wasn’t doing a good job at it. his eyes seemed to fleet around the room noting how everyone on the floor had stopped to watch the scene occurring in front of them and you could see him anxiously gnawing at his lips. some of the woman in the room looked on in satisfaction at mark finally getting his ass handed to him.

“two - i don’t tell the front desk, but i connect my fist to your ugly mug and knock you to the floor. that’s probably my favorite option and probably the worst one for you. but feel free to choose whichever one works for you.” yoongi said. no anger was detected in his voice, but everything else about his stance screamed the promise of a threat.

you could tell yoongi was having a lot of fun teasing mark about this whole situation, lips stretching into a smile that was all gums and full of amusement. the hand he had placed on marks shoulder was tightening so much that his nails were digging into the perverts skin, veins popping throughout the length of his forearm. you practically whined in your head, god yoongi looks so hot.

meanwhile mark just stood speechless for a couple of seconds before gulping and pointing in the direction of the door. “haha you know what i- i think my workouts actually finished! so i’m just gonna- i’m gonna go!” he said. the man couldn’t seem to escape the room fast enough, only stopping to pick up his things up from the floor. yoongi seemed to be satisfied with the outcome and he nodded watching the man leave out the exit doors.

once the debacle was over, everyone quickly become disinterested and went back to their own workouts, almost as if the whole thing never happened. when yoongi finally turned back to you his smile was completely gone and his face back to the bored and seemingly emotionless look. despite his unapproachable stance, you still managed to have the courage to at least thank him for what he did. but when you went to open your mouth, you were stopped by yoongi raising a hand.

“no need to thank me. i know what i did was pretty cool.” he said, smugness evident in his voice. you could feel the gratitude you felt seconds ago already starting to dwindle. “hmm but next time you should really wear something more appropriate. like sweats or perhaps a tracksuit.”

his response had you frozen in your spot. who did this guy think he was? sure you thought he was hot at first but if he was always this cocky you didn’t think you could overlook that in favor of his good looks. yoongi didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with what he said and just gazed at you waiting for you to say something.

“i’m sorry what? a tracksuit. i hardly think this whole thing was my fault!” you yelled, completely shocked at the nerve he had.

he sucked his teeth and shook his head “ah, well if that’s really how you see it.” he said before walking away.

apparently he seemed to think you were done defending yourself and that he was off the hook. but of course you weren’t finished! you couldn’t let him think you were some type of damsel in distress. so you followed him as he walked over to one of the machines, plopping down on the seat and reaching up to grab onto the handles. if the sight of long fingers flexing with his grip had your breath hitching you choose to ignore it.

“well for you information, yes that is how i see it. what a woman wears has nothing to do with how pervy guys choose to act - that’s purely based on their lack of braincells. and if you think that way than your clearly lacking a couple too!” you whispered, voice low in an effort to not attract attention but still pissed off.

he hummed and shrugged his shoulders as he started working out on the machine. “hmm maybe. but i’ve seen you around and know that you’re showing something new each week. kinda suggestive don’t you think?”

he didn’t even have the decency to look at you while he spoke, instead choosing to look past you. his nonchalant attitude had you fuming. how could he just casually talk to you as if you were asking to be harassed. and you should’ve chewed him out, should’ve caused another scene loud enough to make him leave the room. but a voice in the back of your head had you hesitating. you obviously knew that none of this was your fault, everyone at the gym could see that mark was a disgusting asshole. yet you couldn’t not admit that you were dressing like this for a reason, a reason that you were too embarrassed to admit to him in fear of being rejected.

“there’s nothing wrong with the way i’m dressed right now. i paid a lot of money for this set and i intend to wear it as much as i please.” you say, unable to hide the frustration in your voice.

he sighs and rolls his eyes. “that’s unfortunate. frankly i think you should go change.”

“i should do what?!” you cry moving to stand in front of him and blocking his view of himself in the mirror. your efforts to get in his way was to starting to frustrate him and he stopped his movements, hands falling to his knees as he stared up at you in annoyance.

“i said. go. change.” his voice was threatening, yet you didn’t seem to care. he wasn’t the boss of you and you weren’t going to let him act like it.

you glared at him and put your hand on your hips, cocking one to the side in a challenge. “and if i say no?”

he threw you a look and stood up from his machine, looming over you. he wasn’t very tall, but what he lacked in height he definitely made up in width. the broadness of his shoulders had you both cowering and your stomach fluttering with the way the shadow of his figure completely dominated yours. “i’ll change you myself.” he said, eyes narrowing into slits.

almost immediately after he said that, yoongi had rushed you across the gym, ignoring the looks from passerby’s even as he pulled you into the female locker room. thank god it was empty or else you would’ve been mortified. but yoongi didn’t seem to care either way, shoving you against lockers and practically ripping your clothes off as he attacked your neck. in the moment you couldn’t believe it, but now as you stood, knees shaking and eyes watering with pleasure, your shock was completely gone.

a sharp thrust from yoongi is what pulled you out of your thoughts and a loud please! came from your mouth, walls fluttering around him. he seemed to know exactly how to coax the pleasure out of you, knowing when to slow down, when to pick up the pace, chasing your hips when you tried to fidget away from the brutal onslaught. the pleasure had your face dropping between your aching arms as you bent over one of the aging benches in the back of the girls gym locker room, meek whimpers leaving your lips.

“hah, you try and tempt me with those tight ass shorts of yours-“ he grunted. the sound of a hand coming down roughly on the swell of your ass followed by a sarcastic tsk rang through the air. “and now that you got me, you’re not even paying attention.”

you mewled “no! uh, that’s not-“ another loud smack had you gasping as the skin began to burn with heat and his cock continued to abuse your aching cunt. “that’s not what i was trying to do!”

he didn’t seem to like that - judging by the strong grip he used to yank your head up by your hair. “you’re getting too loud.” yoongi seethed.

the pull had you wincing as you were forced - almost painfully - to arch your back and stare up at the ceiling. it had the opposite effect of what he wanted, more breathless moans leaving your mouth when the position had him fitting just right between your walls. “maybe if I stuff your mouth too, you won’t get us caught.” he says.

and you would’ve been confused by the statement if not for the wad of cotton being shoved past your lips making you gag as it hit the back of your throat. when the taste of your own sweat and slick covered panties touched your tongue, you couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan and the material quickly became soaked with your spit. an amused and low chuckle sounded from behind you as drool began to spill from the corners of your lips and what sounded like a a pathetic yoongi escaped you.

“that’s right, babygirl. say my name.” he tells you. and he didn’t have to ask you twice - the name tumbling from behind your own dripping underwear between moans. a name you didn’t even have the luxury of knowing just a week ago but would most definitely be engraved into your entire being by the end of this.

the pace yoongi had set was practically at break neck speed. you were almost grateful he had a secure grip on your head, sure that if he wasn’t holding it steady you would’ve had whiplash from the jostling of his thrusts. but that didn’t stop your tits from shaking from the force, nipples rock hard and jutting out from your chest, only supported by the tight sports bra yoongi pushed under your bust in an effort to get to them. you lifted your arms to try and hold them in place and straightened your back up slightly, leaning back on yoongis chest. he was supporting your entire weight at this point and if he wanted he could probably drop you to the floor, knees no where near capable enough to be able to hold you up without his help.

behind you, yoongi let out grunts and groans over the sound of the flesh slapping echoing in the room. his lip was tucked in between his teeth, bright red from biting them raw as he tried to stifle his own moans. the feel of your cunt around him was sending sparks up his spine and setting his brain on fire. he had never had a cunt like yours - so wet it was practically dripping down between where you two met and tight enough that it sucked him right back in every time he pulled out. when he looked down and caught sight of your hands holding on to your tits for dear life, his hips stuttered and he lifted his hand to push yours out of the way, voice breathy in your ear, “so fuckin’ sexy. god i wish i could put them in my mouth right now. but your greedy pussy won’t even let me pull away.”

he emphasizes his words with another sharp thrust, so deep inside you, you couldn’t even tell if it would ever come to an end. when the tip of his cock grazed a spot inside of you, it had you seeing stars and your mouth opened in a silent scream, underwear falling out of your mouth and letting you moan freely “ugh, please yoongi! i wan’ cum so bad. wan’ feel you cum inside please, please, please,”

you were babbling at this point, eyes rolled back into your head and arms stretched up around the back of yoongis neck, gripping and scratching at the hair on the nape of his neck. yoongi could feel you getting close, your pussy clenching so tight around him and insides fluttering. he knew you were barely holding on and decided he needed to see you cum, wanted to see his cock completely ruin you for anyone else, “go ahead baby, cream all over my cock. want you to leave a mess so everyone knows what we did in here. knows how much of a dirty slut you are for me.”

you let out a gasp as he released your head in favor of wrapping a hand around your neck, other arm dropping from your chest to wrap around your middle. the muscles in his arm bulged as he practically lifted you from the ground, your toes barely grazing the floor as his cock pistoned in and out of you. you were floating, his cock and the sound of his voice being the only thing holding you to earth. his grip on you had you at just the perfect angle and before you knew it, he was knocking at the entrance to your womb, making your body shake and quiver in his hold.

“yes! yes! yoongi, fuuuuck,” you called out, words slurring and mouth hanging open as your climax hit you. you could tell he was trying to talk you through it, the ghost of his lips trailing over your ear. but you couldn’t hear him, everything being washed out by the ringing in your ears.

yoongi could’ve came right there from the sight of you, hair stuck to your skin and legs shaking from the pleasure. but he didn’t want to cum just yet, he wanted to see your face as he came inside you, wanted to see how wrecked you were. you felt him begin to pull out making you moan as he slipped out with a loud and dirty squelch, your release dripping down your ankles.

he placed a kiss on your temple as he let you rest back on the floor, “so proud of you baby, did so great. felt good right, don’t you want another one?” he coo’d.

you started shaking your head where it rested on his shoulder, mind screaming from exhaustion at just the thought of cuming again. “i can’t, too tired. please no more..” you beg, lips set in a pout as you gazed at him with tired eyes. immediately he started peppering kisses on your lips, making sounds of comfort and trying to calm you down.

“shh shh it’s okay. ‘m not gonna make you do it if you don’t wanna’. but i’ll make you feel good i promise.” yoongi says, rubbing a gentle thumb across the jut of your hip. his words and soothing gestures had you second guessing.

you were so tired but yoongi made you feel so good. how could you say no to endless pleasure? you bit at your lip before nodding your head and mumbling, “okay…i trust you.”

and there was that gummy smile again. the one you had only seen when he was threatening mark in an effort to save you. but now he was flashing it at you, just because you let him fuck you silly.

“that’s my girl. so pretty for me.” he says as he helps you maneuver onto the bench you were bent over mere minutes ago. yoongis legs lay spread under you as he lightly placed you onto his lap, the entire time your eyes still closed as you tried to stay awake. you only opened them when you felt yoongi stop moving, his cock nestled right between your abused folds as he whispered into your ear, “wake up baby girl. want you to open your eyes.”

and when your eyes fluttered open, lashes sticky with tears, the sight in front of you had you clenching. you had no idea there was a mirror in here, you didn’t have time to notice it with all that yoongi was doing to you before. but there it was, placed oh so conveniently on the wall across from the end of the bench where you sat between yoongis legs. the sight of your disheveled appearance made your face heat up with shame, eyes moving away from the reflection to try and avoid what you saw. but yoongi didn’t let you, hand gripping your chin and forcing your gaze back to the mirror as he growled, “nuh uh pretty girl. need to you look at yourself. want you to see how big my cock stretches you out.”

and as he spoke, his cock slowly slipped back into your cunt, pushing more of your own wet out around his base and smearing all over your thighs. the hand on your chin didn’t allow you to look away and you saw your own lips open and form around a moan, eyes barely open and chest heaving. you barely even recognized yourself, hair a nest on your head, skin bruised and bitten from yoongis lips and body shaking as you slowly slid down on to his cock. it was like you weren’t even control of your body but you knew you were enjoying it judging by the humping of your hips in the air as he finally slid home inside you and you rested flush against his hips.

the tip of his cock once again nestled against that deep part inside you, but now you could see where he fit snugly inside, tummy bulging from the size. the sound of yoongi groaning next to your shoulder had your gaze flicking up from where you two met to catch his eyes in the mirror. they were dark with lust, pupils blown wide and his face flushed completely red. his hair was just as much of a mess as yours, probably from your hands gripping on to him for dear life. his body was still covered by the clothes he wore into the gym, black shirt sticking to his chest from sweat and sweatpants bunched around his ankles on the floor. his thighs were straining and flexing with muscle as he tried to stop himself from pummeling into you

“yoongi…” you breath, eyes pleading. “i can’t take it anymore, please, make me feel good again.”

he sucked in a breath, “i got you. you just sit there and i’ll do the work.” and you just nodded, tears in your eyes and looking like nothing but sin. you were going to be the death of him.

yoongi decided to take it slow this time. barely lifting you up before dropping you back down and knocking the breath out of you. it took everything in him to not just fuck you stupid, but it wouldn’t take much to make himself cum so he wanted to take his time, savor the feel of you wrapped around him.

every thrust was met with a quiet wet sound from between you two, accompanied by yoongis breathy moans and your pleasured whimpers. the overstimulation was almost too much, you didn’t know if you could take it. the feeling of his cock slowly grazing your insides had pleasure flaring in your core but your high felt unreachable. you didn’t know if you would ever get to cum again and the thought had tears trickling down your cheeks. when yoongi noticed, he decided to take pity on you, speeding up his thrusts and using his thumb and index finger to pinch at your clit.

“no!” you cry, hands gripping on to his wrist. “not there, ‘s too much!”

yoongi just scoffed, hips picking up the pace, shaking you and piercing your cunt with every thrust. “you can take it baby girl, know you can. you’re my good girl.”

you just nodded, barely even registering his words as you drooled and cried out, “yes i’m good! promise to be good!”

if he wasn’t so close to cumming yoongi would’ve laughed at the sight. you were nothing but his fuck doll at this point, eyes rolled back into your head and tongue lolling out the side of your mouth. but yet you still found the strength to meet his thrust, using his thighs as leverage to pull yourself up and drop back down onto his cock. the sight had him throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut as he felt his member twitch, body tensing before he let out a long groan and shot his cum inside you. the feeling of white flooding your insides had you lurching forward in his lap, body stilling and eyes wide as you stared at your own reflection, not being able to do anything but just watch as you squirted all over yourself and yoongi.

your second orgasm had completely rendered you helpless and your body would’ve collapsed forward if not for yoongis quick reflexes as he pulled you tight against his chest. for a while you two sat in silence, only the sounds of your heaving breathes in the room before he lifted you off his lap. turning to cradle you in his arms.

“that was so fucking hot.” yoongi chuckles, nose nestling against the side of your neck.

you hummed and turned your head to nuzzle back against him, “yeah it was. my body kinda hurts tho.”

“sorry i’ll go easier next time. but i couldn’t help myself.” he said bashfully, already red cheeks getting even redder. “been wanting to do that for a while.”

yoongis words had your face screwing up in confusion. “what? you never acknowledged me before today. and what do you mean by next time, you really want to see me again? ”

“are you serious?! i’ve been eyeing you since the first time you came in here dressed like some type of couch potato who never heard of the word excerise.” yoongi laughs, eyes staring at you in disbelief. “and yeah next time. now that i’ve got you i’m not letting you go.”

he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, lingering for a second before pulling back and gazing into your eyes. it had your chest warming with something you couldn’t quite tell, but you knew that you were happy yoongi wanted to see you after this. you don’t know if you could’ve handled just being a hook up.

you sighed and clapped your hands, maneuvering yourself out of his lap so you could stand and start to gather your scattered clothes. “well…good. that means i can stop coming to this stupid gym and go back to being a couch potato which, by the way, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with.”

yoongi just scoffed and stood up along with you, pulling up his pants as he fixed himself. “do you think I got this fit from sitting on the couch all day?no. takes hard work to get muscles like mine.”

the sight of him flexing in front you had you both bursting out in a fit of laughter. but the sound of a locker slamming shut somewhere in the room had you two freezing, staring at each other in shock.

“shit.” yoongi whispered, grabbing your wrist to make a quick escape. “okay, yeah maybe we won’t be coming back here anymore.”

and you just laughed knowing that this minor slip up wouldn’t stop him from finding some way to return. yoongi was quite the gym rat after all.

#ggukkierecommends #yoongi x reader #m:myg #l:oneshot #3kto5k #g:smut #au:gymfitness #s:explicit #s:overstim #s:degradation #s:choking #s:hairpull #s:public #s:squirting #s:doggy #s:creampie #s:rough

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"I would always have to leave a part of me behind and that it would weigh me until the end of my days.”

🌷I haven't been active here but when I come back to read fics, I am so delighted to revisit writings like this. I miss reading tales like this that is told in such an effortless manner; but, I am sure there's a lot of effort behind the scenes because the amount of details is just fascinating. Though I am neither a pirate nor a triton (lol), you made it so easy to visualize the scenes from the adventure part to the more tender moments between the two lead characters. I remember gasping out loud during that storm scene when Pirate OC jumped. Wow. We have one badass OC here. Everything else in this fic, simply beautifully written.

I actually needed a good story that ticks off all the things I am looking for: a well-written angst, great characterization, perfectly developed or build-up of a relationship, and a storytelling that is so easy to follow and get lost in. At the onset, I got immersed in the OC's mindset and perspective. How one is born at sea, and one dies at sea -- and the train of thoughts OC had about it being the only thing that she has going for her. So reminiscent of Ariel of Little Mermaid, who wanted to see what's beyond. But, our main character is far stronger. She is THE boss - one amazing captain at that. So I was hooked at the onset with the dialogues between the two, the adventure of treasure hunting, and the mystery that is Hoseok.

I love how cheeky Hoseok was in the beginning and he had this kind of nonchalance where I knew he had the cards, despite being OC's prisoner. It was also easy to see the distinction between their relationship phases when they progressed from wariness to developing trust. When this developed further into friendship and love, the story had my whole heart at this point. I was simply rooting for these two with my whole heart.

But I guess that's what makes it so heartbreaking? Because your writing made me want to root for their individual happiness but I also realized that although their goals are the same, they just take different directions. Hence the line “We’re both leaving, we’re just taking different paths.” really hit hard.

You always have a way with angst and this is just amazing. I am satisfied and also longing, on their behalf. I also feel like I closed the last chapter of a beautiful tale and I crave for more. Thank you for this story - the whole 30K words were so worth it. 💖💖💖💖

They, who belonged to The Sea

Summary: a pirate and a triton will have to leave their differences aside if they want to join forces and find what they both desire most: their freedom. Join Y/N and Hoseok in their adventures across the Untamed Sea as they search for Salacia’s cave and the treasures it hides.

Tale I from the In Times of Magic tales

→ song for this story: ‘One Day’ by Hans Zimmer from the ‘Pirates Of The Caribbean’ soundtrack

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🌷 Arranged marriage and the couple pretending not to care about each other is something I am weak for. The smut is hot enough and they are kinda cute too. It felt like OC is young with how she acts/reacts and for a minute I thought it's an age gap fic too lol.

Kiss Me More

Pairing: CEO!Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI

Genre: Arranged Marriage AU, fluff, smut, angst

Word count: 7,285

Summary: You were 7 when you were arranged to marry the younger son of the Mins. However, when the said son returns home from overseas with a pregnant girlfriend, his older brother steps in and takes his place at the altar. There was only one problem, everyone was scared of him. Including you.

That is, until he walks in unannounced when you're playing with your toy.

Warning: Min Yoongi and his tongue technology, f.masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), voyeurism, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotective sex (wrap it up, kids!), dirty talking.

Note: I HAD to write it down and get it out of my system. There was no other way to deal with this.

Masterlist

The Mins and the L/Ns have been family friends for a long time. The friendship solidified further when Y/N's father and Mr. Min started going to school together. After that, it was just the two of them against the world. So, when Mr. Min's younger son, Eunwoo, and you were born only three days apart, it was decided that both of you were to get married.

You didn't have a problem with this decision. Eunwoo was a handsome and well-mannered kid, who grew up to be a heartthrob. He was always the center of attention, constantly being praised for those traits by people. It got especially bad after his 21st birthday, it was like he was all people could talk about.

But Eunwoo has always been a shy kid. Having grown up as friends, he often confided in you about how uncomfortable he felt in the limelight. So you weren't all that surprised when he decided to go out of the country for further studies.

You had been in touch with him for the entirety of the two years when he was away. So, to say you were positively shocked when he returned with a pregnant girlfriend would be an understatement.

Everyone was hysterical. You remember his father threatening to throw him and his girlfriend out. You remember at some point, he had plotted to get rid of his girlfriend entirely. You had never been more scared in your entire life. Because before everything, he was your friend. And although he did betray you by getting together with someone else, you found out you didn't particularly care.

That was when his elder brother, Min Yoongi, stepped in and took charge of things. He got Eunwoo and his girlfriend out of the public eye and settled in whatever part of the country they wanted to give birth in. And even though you revolted profusely against your father's demand that you be married to the heir of the Min Enterprises, it all went to waste when Yoongi agreed to it without any hesitation.

"You were promised a Min, you must get a Min," your father had said.

And that was how you were married to the elder son and Heir of the Min Enterprises, Min Yoongi.

~•~

If anyone had asked you which of the brothers would you rather get married to, you would have said Eunwoo without missing a beat.

That was because he was the kindest, softest, and most sensitive human being out there. He cared about things very deeply and rarely ever did anything to intentionally hurt people. His father always criticized him for it. "You're too soft! You need to learn to be a man!" He would often yell.

But you never saw it as a flaw. In your eyes, it was a virtue only the rarest of angels possessed.

Yoongi, on the other hand, had always intimidated you. Everyone at school was scared of him. He would often get into physical fights. He did not get along with his father at all and had, against his wishes, started working part-time as a delivery boy. He was the complete opposite of the calm Eunwoo. Nobody would ever be able to tell that they were related.

As you all grew up, you started seeing less and less of him around. You later learned that he had moved out of the family house and was living somewhere away from the family mansion. He did end up joining his father in the office. "It's only to make sure Appa retires faster and gets out of our hair," Eunwoo had said jokingly.

If you had thought he was intimidating before, he had turned a hundred times worse after growing up. He was quieter, didn't speak unless it was absolutely necessary and even then his sharp tongue was enough to make anyone cry. His feline eyes always seemed to be staring into your soul.

Not that you would know. Despite being a very prominent part of his brother's life, Min Yoongi had never once looked at you.

Until that day when he announced he would marry you.

You swore you stopped breathing for a second when his intense dark eyes landed on you, staring at you as he announced, "I will marry her."

You had felt things inside that you had never felt before. Your mind filled itself up with images that would make the devil blush. You were thankful when he looked away because you found yourself incapable of doing so yourself.

But that was the only time he had looked at you. You were sure he didn't even look at you when you walked down the aisle for him, not even when you took your place in front of him at the altar, not even when you two said your vows, and not even when the Priest announced that he could kiss the bride.

He didn't. He didn't kiss the bride.

At least not in the way you had wanted to. He just leaned in and kissed your cheek. Everyone thought it was cute, Min Yoongi, the man everyone feared kissing his young and seemingly innocent wife on the cheek.

Except you weren't as innocent as everyone thought. You wanted him to grab your face and kiss the daylights out of you. You wanted him to claim you as his.

You weren't even sure when you started having these feelings for him, but you do know that it made you burn with longingness for him.

But you should have known that you were the only one longing for him, that a cheek on the cheek was all you were going to get. The minute you two reached back to his penthouse, he had all but left you alone after letting you know that the maid would help you settle in. And she did help to settle you—in a different bedroom, the one next to your husband's. She very kindly let you know that you were free to do whatever you wanted, just to never enter your husband's study. Nobody was allowed in there.

You remember thanking her before locking yourself in the room, cursing yourself for wanting a man who wanted nothing to do with you.

~•~

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months but nothing changed between the two of you. The mornings started with you having your breakfast in silence. If you're lucky, he would join you, or else, more often than not, he would be gone by the time you wake up. This morning, however, the two of you happened to wake up at the same time. You tried not to show your surprise when he walked out, already dressed in his suit and pants. "Good morning, sir," the maid said, to which she received a grunt.

Over the time you have stayed with him, you have learned that Min Yoongi was a man of few words. He communicates more through gestures. "Your graduation is next week, isn't it?" He asked you as he read something on his tablet.

"Yes," you said, not at all surprised that he remembered. He knew everything. From your dog's birthday to your admission dates, he remembered everything. He was just perfect like that.

"Is there anything specific you would like for that day?" He asked, still not looking at you.

You, you wanted to say. It wasn't fair. You wished he was an inconsiderate asshole, then at least you could hate him. But no, he had to be kind and sensitive. He just didn't look at you the way you looked at him. You sometimes wished you could still see him as the cold CEO brother of Eunwoo. You sighed, shaking your head.

"How about that trip across Europe you and your friends wanted? The one your friend wouldn't stop talking about when she came over?" You looked at him in surprise. Your friends loved him! They all clearly had the hots for him too and wouldn’t stop throwing themselves over him whenever they could.

God damn it. That was a good one. You could ask him for that. Or you could make the trip with your own, hard-earned money, which wasn't a lot considering you got it off an internship. Yeah, you decided, you would keep your pride. If he couldn't give you himself, then you didn't want anything else from him. "No, I have got it covered."

He nodded. "If you need anything, let me know."

"Yes, sir." You muttered, throwing your plate in the sink. "But even you couldn't give me what I want."

That caught his attention. "Try me," He said.

"Trust me, I want to." You said under your breath, walking away. You thought he didn't hear you. How could he? You said it so quietly.

But he did. You were too busy sulking to notice the way his eyebrows shot up high on his forehead in surprise. He probably heard you wrong. There was no way you would say something like that. Yeah, that was it.

Why would you say something like that? You didn't even like Yoongi. At least that's what he thought. You were such an angel, a sweetheart, who was more fitted to marry someone like his brother. And you would have, had he not fucked up.

He couldn't imagine how heartbroken you must have been when Eunwoo returned with another girl. You two were always joined by the hip growing up. He knew how obsessed Eunwoo was with you. It didn't matter what time of the day it was, if something happened, he had to tell you. He had no idea where this other girl came from.

Yoongi also wasn't oblivious to the fact that you were scared of him. He still remembered how as kids, whenever you would catch sight of him, you would press yourself closer to Eunwoo.

You were fragile. He was not. You guys were clearly not a good pair. If he were to touch you, he knew he would break you. Not that you wanted him to touch you, obviously. You needed someone who would treat you like a princess. Which was probably why you weren't happy in this marriage. Yoongi wanted to give you time to heal from a broken heart. He wanted to be your friend. He knew he might not be what you wanted but he really wanted to try. But he didn't know how to talk to you.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead when his work phone rang. Well, that was a problem for the future him. Right now, duty calls.

~•~

You saw him. And your heart skipped a beat. There he was in his black suit, away from the crowd with flowers in his hands, waiting for you to step down the stage with your degree.

When you woke up in the morning, you were disappointed to know that he was nowhere to be seen. When the maid told you that he had left early for the office, you couldn't help the tears pooling in your eyes. It was the single most important day of your life. Everyone's loved ones were going to be there. Well, everyone but you. Your parents were out of town. Of course, they couldn't be bothered to attend their only daughter's graduation ceremony. You thought maybe Yoongi would attend, for formality's sake. But of course, even he couldn't be bothered.

When Eunwoo called to congratulate you, all he heard were controllable sobs from your end. He felt terrible knowing that you were going to the ceremony on your own.

Was that why he was here? Oh, no. You would be so embarrassed if Yoongi was attending because Eunwoo asked him to.

You carefully stepped down the steps and walked towards your husband. You could see how much attention he drew to himself even when he was standing in the shadows. You hated how every girl was ogling at him and there was nothing you could do about it. It made something burn inside you.

The fire was so intense, that even his small, but the heart-melting smile couldn't put it off. You were blinded by jealousy, which was probably why you didn’t notice your husband staring at you in awe.

Yoongi couldn't believe how breathtaking you looked. He knew you were beautiful but today, you looked just like a princess out of a Disney movie. He couldn't see what type of dress you were wearing because of the ceremony gown you wore, but he could see it was baby blue, your favorite color. Your long hair fell down your shoulders in perfect curls and your face was glowing.

You looked so happy on stage. His heart ached inside his chest when the smile he had come to admire so much fell off your face the minute you saw him. Did you not want him there?

He woke up early and finished all his work so he could spend the rest of the day with you, but not once did he think of asking if you already had plans. He smiled when you walked to him, giving you the flowers he got for you. "Congratulations, Y/N." It took him a minute to realize that you looked different, fierce. Did he do something to make you angry? He tried to think of everything that has happened in the past few days but couldn't think of anything.

“Enjoying the attention, Mr. Min?” You asked. He frowned. Where was that coming from? He noticed you glaring at someone to his right. He followed your eyes to find a young lady staring at him. He turned back to you, not understanding what was upsetting you so much. It wasn’t until you barked at the stranger did it click. “What are you looking at?” You asked the poor girl, looking beyond enraged.

Were you, perhaps, jealous?

A spark of hope lit up in his heart. Maybe you two weren’t entirely lost, maybe you could still make it work? Not if it’s not yours, he wanted to say but found himself unable to do so. And then it was too late.

“Hyung?” He looked to his left and found himself face-to-face with his younger brother. Dressed in a black suit with a baby blue tie, the same shade that matched his wife’s dress, he smiled up at his older brother. “We thought you wouldn’t make it.” He said, putting an arm around his best friend’s waist.

“Why wouldn’t I be at my wife’s graduation ceremony?” Yoongi asked sharply, clenching his jaw when you didn’t push Eunwoo’s arm away. Why were you okay with this? Couldn’t you see how inappropriate this was? You should be wrapped around his arms, not his brother’s. You were his wife. What the fuck was he doing here anyway? Did you call him? Did you think that he wasn’t coming and thought it was the perfect opportunity to invite an ex-flame?

What the fuck was he thinking? This was his brother he was talking about, the one who had a pregnant girlfriend waiting for him. Did she know he was meeting up with the woman he was going to marry? Were you two still talking? Were you still in love with him?

He felt like he was going to burst.

“That’s great, Hyung! Come, join us for dinner.” Eunwoo, who was oblivious to his elder brother’s boiling jealousy, said.

“No,” Yoongi refused, “I just came to congratulate Y/N. I have to go back. There’s a lot of work pending.”

Of course, he did! You thought bitterly. When Eunwoo opened his mouth to protest, you stopped him. “Let him go. He is a busy man and doesn’t have time for such mundane events.” You then turned to him with a fake smile that cut right through his heart, “Thank you, Yoongissi. I appreciate the gesture.”

You might as well have slapped him across the face.

But Yoongi didn’t let it show just how much your coldness affected him. He simply nodded before leaving you to celebrate with the man you probably wanted all along.

~•~

A week went by since the incident. You were still extremely hurt by the fact that Yoongi didn’t even bother to stay after the ceremony. That was how little you meant to him. You placed the bag you got on your bed, blushing when you thought of what was inside. You had gone out with your girlfriends to celebrate the break-up of one of them with their toxic partner. She wanted to end the night by getting everyone little souvenirs in the form of matching vibrators. Why that specifically? “Well, your girl needs something to fill her coochie if she really plans to lay off dick for a while.” She said mischievously. And that was how you ended up with a purple, sparkling vibrator.

But you didn’t want a sparkling bunny vibrator, you wanted your husband’s dick.

You groaned, throwing yourself on the bed. “Why? God, why?” you yelled into your pillow.

“Y/N?” You looked up when you heard his deep husky voice from the door. He was in his pajamas and looked like he had just woken up. “Did you just come home?” He asked, trying to adjust to the bright lights of your room. “Do you know what time it is?”

You rolled your eyes. No, you didn’t know what time it was but you knew it was late. Very late. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know there was a curfew.”

He frowned at your attitude. He couldn’t understand why you were so salty all of a sudden. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t he be the one who was upset? You were the one who called your ex to your graduation ceremony! But he forgot all about his anger when you stumbled towards him. He caught you before you could meet the floor, realizing that you were probably drunk.

You gasped when you felt his cold hands around you as he held you against his chest. You looked up at his face, wondering what it would be to kiss his soft lips.

Yoongi’s cheeks turned red. There weren’t a lot of things that left him feeling flustered, but your little drunken confession left him fumbling for words. “W-what?”

You blinked. Did you say that out loud?

The corners of his lips turned up as he let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, you did.”

“Well, I do.” You confess, the alcohol in your system turning you braver than you actually were. “I had wanted to kiss you since the day you agreed to marry me.”

He looked at you like you had grown a third head. “What?” He asked.

“I…” you trailed, touching his lips with your fingertips. He leaned closer to your touch, feeling his lips burning under your feather-like touch. “Why don’t you want me?” You asked, feeling an overpowering urge to cry. You pulled away, feeling heavy with dejection.

“I don’t want you? Y/N…” he stopped, reminding himself that you were drunk. You probably didn’t even mean half the things you said. What if you were mistaking him for someone else? His heart probably won’t be able to take it. So, he let it go. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right?

You ran to the bathroom to throw out all the money you spent that night. Yoongi followed as well, making sure to hold your hair up and rub your back as you threw out your insides. He stayed to help you clean up after, letting you change into comfortable attire for sleeping in. Well, more like giving the clothes to you and turning away so you could change. He refused to take advantage of your state.

After tucking you in, he had made up his mind that it was time you both needed to have an honest conversation because you two were clearly on different pages. He knew he would probably have to put his heart on the line but he didn’t care. He couldn’t let you continue thinking that he didn’t want you.

Just as he was able to leave, he tripped over the bag that had fallen off the bed. All of its content spilled out on the floor. He cursed under his breath, collecting everything and putting it back into the bag. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he picked up the brand-new vibrator.

A couple of indecent images flashed in his mind of you using it. The most prominent one and the one that was making all his blood rush downtown was the one in which you were laying on the bed naked and spread like an eagle. Your hair was spread in beautiful curls under you as you moaned while fucking yourself with the purple toy.

Better yet, he could imagine bending you over as he fucks you. He just knows you'd make the sweetest sounds. Jesus, the things he would do to you.

He let out a string of curses when he felt his member turning hard. How were you able to do absolutely nothing and still turn him on?

He never thought he would be jealous of an inanimate object. What has his life come to?

He sighed, putting the toy back into the bag, before placing it where he had found it. You didn’t need to know he saw that. You would probably be embarrassed.

The damage, however, was done. The image of you fucking yourself with the pretty-looking vibrator was burned into his mind. He bit his lip as he palm himself through the pants. He couldn't stop himself from wondering what you would look like on your knees, what your hands would feel like, how your tongue would feel like. That was it, he was done waiting. He wanted you. The question was, did you want him, too? He didn't know. But he was going to find out.

However, the next day when he woke up, you were nowhere to be seen.

~•~

You peeked inside to check if Yoongi was home. You sighed when you saw his work shoes were gone, along with his trench coat. Great!

It's been a little over a week since you have been avoiding him. You still cannot believe you made a fool of yourself in front of him. Why did you confess? What was wrong with you?

It wouldn't have been so bad had he confessed too. But he didn't. He didn't say anything. He didn't even deny it when you said he didn't want you. You had never felt this hurt before. But you couldn't really blame him. You couldn't help who you get attached to.

You really, really wish he hadn't taken care of you when you got sick. Couldn't he have mercy on you and just let you be? You get it! He wasn't into you. Why would he? He needed a strong, independent woman by his arm, not an amateur like you.

Someone who wore bold colors and looked good in his arms. You observed, frowning at the stupid pastel-colored dress you were wearing. You huffed, pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room. You looked so weak and pathetic. No wonder everyone babies you. You sulked as you stared at the baby blue matching set of panties and bra that you were wearing.

You bet the women he was into wore more daring lingerie, the kind that made them look like a predator instead of prey. You had one of those, but it had never seen the light of the day until now. You pulled it out of your wardrobe, running your hand across the see-through satin fabric, wondering what it would feel like against your skin.

Before you knew it, you found yourself putting it on. You looked at yourself in the mirror in awe. The material felt… erotic, on you.

You quickly put on your classic black Christian Louboutin and stared at the woman looking back at you in the mirror. Yep, this was the kind of woman he was into; bold, confident, and wild.

You ran your hand down your breasts, feeling yourself. Closing your eyes, you imagined what his hands would feel like. You flickered your nipples over your bra, imagining his fingers being the ones teasing you instead. You thought about that night and how hard his body felt against you. You wondered how his naked torso would feel against yours.

You felt your wetness starting to drip out of you, staining the satiny material of the thong. You cupped your heat, rubbing your thighs together for some sort of relief. Well, it looked like you were going to spend the rest of the day with your hand down your pants. But you knew it wasn't going to be enough. It was never enough. But then you remembered.

The bag!

You pulled it out from under the bed and looked at the sparkly bunny vibrator. You felt another wave of arousal hit you when you turned it on. You knew you were going to have fun with it.

~•~

If there was one thing that was driving Yoongi crazy, it was this invisible wall between the two of you. He couldn't stand it any longer. But you kept making it difficult to talk to you. He wasn't a fool. He knew you were avoiding him. And he was sick of it. If he were to catch hold of you now, then God save you because he wasn't sure what he would do to you.

He was so fucking fed up with chasing after you that he seriously contemplated tying you down in one place. Preferably your bed. With your legs apart. Torturing your sweet pussy to coax confessions out of you.

He stopped when he heard a sound coming from your room. There was a light buzzing, followed by what was unmistakably your moans.

He didn't want to, no, it would be inappropriate but his legs started moving on his own accord till he was in front of your door. It was only half open but he could see you perfectly.

And oh my god, what a sight!

You were wearing nothing but your lingerie, spread out on the bed with your eyes shut. Your mouth was gaping open as you moaned out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. One of your hands was gripping the sheets while the other was busy thrusting the pretty vibrator in and out of your pussy. You hadn’t even gotten rid of your thong, just pushed it to the side. You cried out whenever the small head of the vibrator made contact with your clit.

Yoongi felt like himself growing inside his pants. He felt like a pervert. This was so wrong. This was a private moment. He shouldn't be intruding on it.

Summoning whatever self-control he had, he took a step back. He was about to turn around and walk away when he heard it. "Yoongi…" you gasped out. Did he hear it right? Your eyes were still closed so there was no way you saw him. You were so lost in it, he knew you weren't aware of his presence.

Were you… thinking of him?

"Yoongi, yes…" you said again.

That did it.

All the blood rushed straight to his cock. With all his reasoning lost, he knocked on the door.

You gasped when you heard the knock, struggling to cover yourself with the sheets. Was the maid back? You thought, horrified. What you didn't expect was for the man you were fantasizing about to be leaning against your door frame with his hands crossed in front of him. Your heart stopped beating inside your chest when you caught the very dark look in his eyes. "What are you doing, precious?" He asked.

His deep voice had your pussy clenching around nothing. You bit your lip, resisting the urge to reach for your vibrator again. You gripped the sheet tighter against your chest as your heart pounded violenting inside it. You opened your mouth to say something but the minute he started taking small steps toward you, you found yourself incapable of doing so. Was he mad? He was mad. He looked mad.

He picked up the vibrator that was still buzzing from where you threw it, turning it off. "I asked a question, doll." He said, looking at you again.

You felt all the blood rushing to your cheeks as when you saw your vibrator, still sleek with your juices, in his hand. "I…" you what?

"Were you playing with yourself?" He asked, his fingers sliding up the purple toy, gathering the wetness there, all the while still looking at you.

"Y-yes." You stuttered.

He curved the two wet fingers, asking you to come forward. You did as he said, opening your mouth and taking his digits in, making sure to clean him up with your tongue. His pupils dilated further as you sucked him clean. In a blink of an eye, his fingers were gone. You didn't get time to mourn the loss, however, when he grabbed your jaw and smashed his lips against yours.

You couldn't believe it was finally happening. His soft lips molded perfectly against yours, just like you knew they would. You moaned when he bit your bottom lip, sucking it between his lips before letting go.

He stepped away entirely, leaving you confused. He pulled the chair from the dressing away and turned it around before sitting on it so that he was facing you. "Continue, then." He said.

You looked at him In confusion. "What…?" You asked timidly.

"Show me how you play with yourself."

Your face burned again with shame. You weren't sure if he was being serious or if this was a joke. But one look at his face confirmed that he was, indeed, serious.

You had no idea what possessed you but if this devilishly delicious specimen of a man wanted you to play with yourself, then who were you to resist? You let go of the sheet covering yourself. You were still wearing your bra; and your thong, though ruined, was still very much on you. You saw his eyes following your every move as you undid the bra, letting it fall down your torso. You wanted to blame the cold air for how hard your nipples were but you knew you were fooling no one. Not when your panties were practically soaking with your juices. You wasted no time in taking it off you and throwing it somewhere in the room.

You had to admit, you were a little turned off by how shamelessly your husband was checking you out. You spread your legs wide for him to see just how wet and needy you were. You played with your breasts as your pussy clenched around nothing, tugging and pulling at your nipples. You loved torturing the poor things. One of your hands found itself in between your legs, playing with your clit. You could see the tent in his pants. You loved knowing how affected he was. You did it to him. You turned him on.

A moan slipped past your lips when your fingers found your needy hole. You fucked your fingers in and out of you, imagining them to be his long fingers. You had a fetish for his hands. "Oh, God…" you groaned. "It's not enough…" you whined, looking at the man who looked like he wanted to devour you. But that stubborn man didn't move. "Please…" you begged but he still didn't move. You kept fucking yourself with the fingers. You closed your eyes and cried out in frustration because you wanted more. "Yoongi… please. I want you."

The minute the words left your mouth, you felt your wrist being pushed away from your gaping hole. He grabbed your legs and dragged you towards the edge of the bed, sitting down so that he was at eye-level with your dripping pussy. "Is that right?" He asked, caressing your inner thighs, and placing a small kiss on them. "you want me?" He further asked, his fingers inching closer to the place you wanted him the most.

"Yes!" You nodded enthusiastically. He smirked at your reaction. Tracing his finger from your clit all the way down to your pussy, he rubbed the wetness all around. You sighed, blissfully, shivering whenever he rubbed your clit. You were feeling so sensitive.

"Is that why you're so wet, baby?" He asked, circling around your opening, driving you insane.

"Yes!" You froze for a couple of seconds, shivering in pleasure when you felt his sinful tongue running from your pussy all the way up to the clit. "Yess, oh god…"

"Hmm, sweet, just like I thought." He said, pushing a single digit inside you, followed by another. "What was my brother doing at your graduation?" He asked casually as he continued pushing his digits in and out of your hole at an agonizingly slow pace.

"What?" You asked, taken completely by surprise. You wiggled your hips, trying to get his fingers in you deeper. You knew he could go deeper. You gasped when he smacked your inner thigh, stilling immediately.

"Behave," he said in that deep voice of his. The vibrations from his voice went straight to your core. "I asked a question." He said, kissing the spot he smacked. The feather-like kisses against the tingling flesh made you groan. He was teasing you. You hated it.

"I thought you weren't coming." You answered.

"So, you decided to call my brother?" He asked, scissoring his fingers inside you.

"No," you whimpered. "He called me to congratulate me. He felt bad that no one was coming so he came along."

"He felt bad, did he?" He asked, sounding surprisingly bitter. "Did he feel bad enough to take you to bed?"

"What?" You asked. "No! I don't even see him like that! He is just a friend."

He scoffed, pushing his fingers deep inside you, curving it upwards to massage a sweet spot there. "Right. A friend you were going to marry."

"Yoongi…" you grabbed the sheets beside you as your whole body tingled with pleasure. "but nothing happened between us. We were always just friends."

"Is that why you looked so cozy in his arms?"

You grabbed his arm which was torturing you. He had pressed his fingers to the roof of your walls and was playing with your clit with his thumb. "Oh, my God, Yoongi stop, I will—" you cried out when he took his fingers out completely and pushed his tongue inside you, caressing and massaging your greedy walls.

He moaned when your pussy clenched around his tongue as he thrust it in and out of your cunt while his thumb played mercilessly with your clit.

Your back arched as the coil inside your stomach broke. You cried out his name as your orgasm took over your body, making you shiver uncontrollably. He fucked you with his tongue through your orgasm. Only when he was satisfied did he back away.

He kissed you deeply like he was trying to mark your soul. You could taste yourself on his tongue but you didn't mind at all. You moaned when he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him in closer, making him moan.

He pulled away, kissing down your jaw, biting it teasingly. His dark pants had a wet spot on the crotch area because of how much pre-cum he was leaking. That was the hottest thing he had seen in his entire life. He groaned, burying his face in your neck when you rubbed yourself against his dick.

"You're jealous," you said, smiling at him teasingly.

His heart flipped around inside his chest happily. He made you smile. You were smiling at him. Then he narrowed his eyes when he remembered what you said. "Of course, I'm jealous." He said, "You're mine."

You felt yourself getting wet again when he bit a sweet spot on your neck, moaning out his name. "Then why don't you claim me?" You asked, feeling sad all of a sudden. "You wouldn't even look at me!"

"I was giving you space, baby." He said, kissing down your neck. "But now I know that was a mistake." He said, his arms finding your breasts, cupping them.

You sighed in contentment when he did that. God knows how much they were craving attention. "God, you're beautiful." He whispered before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the hard bud. "I'm always looking at you, princess. You just don't see me look away." He confessed, biting it before suckling on it.

Your head spun with his confession and the various sensations he was subjecting you to. He chuckled when you tried to say something but it made absolutely no sense. He released the nipple to go torture the other one. "What was that, baby?" He asked.

"Want you." You repeated.

"Yeah?" He asked, cooing at the way your lips jutted out to form a pout. "Want me? Is that why you were fucking yourself, precious?" He asked, tugging at your nipples with his fingers. You whimpered, nodding your head. He bit his lips. He was starting to lose control. You looked so fucking corruptible. "Were you thinking of my brother as you pushed the toy inside you? Huh?"

"No!" You whined, tugging at his hair to meet his eyes, annoyed that he was bringing him up again. He smiled at how adorable you were. Maybe he should make you mad more often. "I was thinking of you." You admitted.

He wanted to hear you say that all day every day. "Yeah? What were you thinking about?" He asked, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall.

You traced his abdomen, enjoying the feeling of his hard skin under your fingers. "I fantasized about licking your chest." You said. He smirked, pushing your hand away gently before undoing his belt. "I also thought of sucking your cock." He closed his eyes and swore when he felt his dick twitch. Who would've thought an angel like you had just a dirty mouth? He kicked his pants off as you continue, "I also thought about you bending me over on the dining table in the morning and just fucking me." He bit his lip, rubbing his painfully hard dick over the boxers. He has thought about that too. He quickly got rid of the underwear.

He watched your eyes darkening when you looked at his member. You licked your lips as he stroked himself slowly, watching you as he did so. "I thought about you fucking me in the living room, balcony, shower, car, bedroom, every fucking surface, and against every wall in the house." You continued as he climbed back onto the bed again, taking place between your legs.

"Is that so?" He asked, rubbing his tip against your pussy. You moaned, reaching for him. He leaned down to kiss your mouth. "You sound like you're a slut for me, baby. Is that what you want to be? Huh?"

"Yes, I want to be your cumdump. I want you to fuck me and cum in me whenever you want. I want to be yours. Just yours."

He groaned, flipping you on your stomach. His hand found its way to your throat, not gripping just resting there as he pushed his entire length inside you. You both moaned together at the feeling. "Fuck, you're tight."

You clenched even more around him, loving how he filled you up. He spanked your ass. "Don't tease me, baby. I've reached my limit with you." He warned, biting your ear.

"Then teach me a lesson." You said, clenching yourself around him again, making him groan again.

"If that's what you want, my love." He said in your ear. That was all the warning you got before he pulled all the way out and slammed back inside you, causing you to jolt forward from the impact. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked, slamming himself again and again into you.

You cried out into your pillow, unable to find the words to tell him just how much you were loving it. The hand on your throat pulled you towards him till your back was arched against his chest, spanking your ass again. You moaned, wiggling against him. "I asked a question, love." He asked again, still fucking you deeply.

"Yes!" You screamed. "This is what I wanted, oh fuck!"

He let go of you, letting you fall on the bed again as he gripped your hips and thrust his cock inside you at a pace that had you screaming into your pillow. "Shit, you're so fucking tight."

He put one of his legs around you. Your legs shook from how deep he was thrusting inside you. His hand found your throat again as he growled, "You're mine. Only mine."

"Yes!" You agreed, enjoying the slight pressure he was applying on it. "I'm yours. Only yours!"

"I'm not sharing you with anyone." He said, pulling your face back to plant a kiss on your lips, "not even my brother. Understood?"

"Yeah," You sobbed breathlessly, whimpering under him as he squeezed a little harder.

"No more running away, you get it?" He said, biting your shoulders as he continued pistoling his manhood inside you.

"Yes!" You managed to say.

"And no more toys without me," he said, his other hand reaching down to pinch your clit, "Only I get to play with you."

You nodded your head, not really hearing him at this point. The way he was fucking into you, along with his fingers on your clit and the way he squeezed your throat were all too much for you. The coil inside your stomach was tightening again. Your mind went blank due to all the sensations. He groaned when he felt your walls tightening around him. "Cum for me, baby." He said.

You screamed his name the moment he let go of your neck and your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, leaving you a shaking mess underneath him. It was the kind that had you seeing stars in broad daylight/

"Fuck," he cursed, his thrusts stuttering as he chased his own release. You craned your neck and kissed him when you felt him shoot rope after rope of cum deep inside you, painting your insides white. He moaned into your mouth, thrusting into your pussy till the end.

You turned around in his arms, luring him to lay beside you. You put your head on his chest. He sighed, wrapping his arms around you. "Stay like this for a little while." You pleaded.

He kissed the top of your head. "I'll stay like this for as long as you want."

You smiled, feeling your eyes burning. He looked at you when he felt something wet and warm against his chest. He took your face in his palms, looking at you in concern. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? I swear, Y/N! You should have said something, let me see! Where does it hurt?"

You chuckled at his concern. "I'm fine."

He frowned. "Then why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?"

"I thought you didn't want me."

He looked at you like you had grown a third head. He then chuckled softly, kissing your nose before confessing, "I thought you didn't want me, too."

"Well, we are idiots." You said.

You fell into a comfortable silence, until he suddenly said, "We are doing it in the bathroom next."

"Stop—" you protested as your own words came back to you, making him chuckle in delight.

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#the thing is I used to remember a lot of things when I'm in the zone #like at work - I would remember all the training batches I handled....even the dates of induction or year a training program was launched #and when I was active with my blogs - I remember a lot of things #BUT NOW I HAVE A HARD TIME REMEMBERING?!?!?!#It took me minutes to recall OBIWRITES' handle...#like THE OBIWRITES?!?!?!#and I can't remember her past tumblr pseuds too which is so bad for me ugh #ggukkierambles #I don't even know if I have it in me to get back here and be active...be in the tumblr fic reading zone again #oh well I guess let's play it by ear

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"I would choose fire, ‘cause it would be fascinating to manipulate something so destructive, so powerful—you know?"

🌷 I was thinking about some old fics I've read with Yoongi smoking in one of the scenes (yes, I was influenced by the hotness of Agust D in Haegeum MV) and it finally dawned on me that Taxi is one of them. What a fun revisit! I don't even like smoking but there's something hot about Yoongi resorting to a quick puff and you kind of know he is thinking, mulling about something. Like what OC or Taehyung said in the fic, he's more in his head than usual and oh I'd love to pick his brain too.

I love how the characters were written, especially Yoongi - he just felt so real. I really enjoyed their bickering too (it's so Yoongi tbh) - I live for Yoongi bickering with anybody hahaha. There'd be awkwardness between them that felt more like sexual tension and when this undefined tension finally got released and transformed into something hotter for the characters - how satisfying. We still don't know what he meant or what his thoughts were but it's all good. How lucky for OC to have all the time in the world to pick his brain and uncover few things we can only wonder about. =)

Taxi

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Word Count: 13.1K

Summary: Drinks at a bar + a rainy night + a single taxi to share with the bane of your existence, Min Yoongi = one interesting car ride back to your apartment.

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of alcohol/drinking/getting drunk. Avatar the Last Airbender sexual innuendos. Foreplay. Very vanilla sex. Some dirty talk, but mostly lots of sarcasm. Enjoy!

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🌷Aww as someone who loves one bed trope x e2l, this drabble just hit the spot. I love the countdown they were internally doing because the last one (24 hours to go) was so promising. Would’ve loved to read more and more about these two but the drabble was also perfect. Thank you for this =)

Wedding Bells

Pairing: Best Man!Taehyung x Maid of Honor!Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers (feat. a shared bed trope moment 😏)

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: requested by @agustverse for my follower milestone celebration! I hope you love it bestie 💜

This is the last of my follower milestone drabbles! These have been so fun to write for y’all. Thank you for all of the love and support ✨

“I’m sorry, I must have misheard you,” you said in polite disbelief, “I thought I heard you say that the reservation got mixed up.” Your smile was wavering, quickly losing patience as the hotel receptionist nervously clicked through her computer program.

“My sincere apologies, ma’am, but there is nothing I can do. The reservation for the wedding block clearly states that the maid of honor and best man are to share a room. The rest of the hotel is booked, I’m afraid,” the receptionist gulped, pushing her glasses up her nose anxiously.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, it won’t be so bad. We can cuddle,” you looked over at Taehyung, brown leather jacket slung over his shoulder, a lollipop in his right hand. He popped it back into his mouth, shooting you a wink as you glared at him.

Kim Taehyung—best man and a ranking member of your Top 10 Least Favorite People. Your best friend’s fiancé, Park Jimin, and him had been friends for years. Unfortunately for you, that meant seeing him on birthdays, at holiday parties, nights out with your bestie and Jimin—he was always there. And now apparently, he was spending the wedding weekend sharing the same hotel room as you.

“We will do no such thing,” you responded, shuddering at the thought. “You better keep it in your pants long enough to get through this weekend.” Taehyung held his hands up, feigning innocence.

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🌷 I always go back to this Yoongi along with writer’s Kneel fic (I am also surprised I haven’t reblogged yet?!?!). I want this annoying yoongi who’s just hot and dom when sexy times call for it but will cook you dinner and probably be the sweetest person after. Feels so good reading this again T_T.

Yes, Sir

Word Count: 4.1k

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers AU, smut, fluff

Warnings: dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, sir kink, degradation, choking, hair pulling, spanking (hand and belt), dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation, spit kink, squirting, aftercare

Rating: 18+

Summary: After being promoted to head of another department, you thought your days of needing to deal with Yoongi were over. As it turns out, you were wrong. He still loves to hold his experience over your head, despite no longer being your boss. Let’s just say, after all the times he’s had your blood pressure through the roof, you really did not expect to end up back under him.

A/N: This fic was commissioned by the lovely @meowxyoong for @ficswithluv’s ChangesWithLuv project to raise money for the Black Lives Matter movement, as well as other movements supporting the Black community. Please check it out if you haven’t already! I hope it lives up to your expectations!

Lastly, huge thank you to @wwilloww who beta-read this for me yesterday and gave me tons of useful feedback!! Also tagging @dee-ehn so we can thirst together.

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Yoongi, head of Marketing. You, head of Sales.

It’s almost like Romeo and Juliet.

Fitting, because you really wanted nothing more than to throttle him.

That’s how the story goes, right?

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Min Yoongi had to be the devil incarnate. There was no other explanation for the emotional turmoil he put you through each day. While he’d never been outright mean to you, the perceptive asshole knew exactly what to say to push your buttons, despite having no recollection of ever deserving such a thing. It was torture.

You’d worked closely with him for three years before getting promoted, moving from Marketing to Sales. At first, you enjoyed his presence. He mentored you kindly yet sternly, and who wouldn’t want to be mentored by someone who looked like that? But you should have known it was too good to be true. It only took months before he became a constant thorn in your side.

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Summoned into his office towards the end of the workday, you shut the door behind you as you moved to stand in front of his desk, hands clasped at your front. You eyed your boss, glasses perched on his nose as he flipped through the analysis you’d submitted that morning. You’d worked hard on it for weeks, determined to set yourself apart from your peers. You were confident that it showed in the completed product.

“Sir?” you called out to him after he failed to raise his eyes from the sheets.

“A little long, don’t you think?” he drawled without looking up. You couldn’t tell whether he was unhappy with that fact.

“I was just trying to be thorough, sir…” your voice trailed off, suddenly insecure about the very thing you were so confident about only hours ago.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were trying to impress me,” he smirked, dark eyes finally meeting your gaze. You balked at the statement, unsure if your blood was boiling out of embarrassment or vexation.

“Just doing my job, sir,” you stated, voice clipped. Why were you here? Just so he could tease you? If you weren’t trying to keep a favourable relationship with the higher-ups you would question him about his professionalism.

He continued staring at you for what felt like a lifetime. You shifted on your feet, face hot but determined not to be the first to look away.

Finally ending this strange pseudo-staredown, Yoongi flipped your report shut and placed it in the corner of his desk. The prolonged silence had you feeling a bit dazed.

“It’s good. Thank you. You can go,” he declared abruptly, spinning around on his chair, effectively cutting short any response you may have had.

Brows furrowing in indignation, you spun around on your heel and made your way out of his office, forgoing any attempt to shut the door quietly.

Asshole.

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Maybe I’m a little Dangerous (Maybe Love is Too)

(MafiaBoss! Yoongi x Reader)(Soulmate Au)

Summary: Rare soulmate marks don’t guarantee that you find your soulmate easily, and when your soulmate is the head of a mafia, being together will never be easy either…

Tags: Torture, Gore, Mafia! Yoongi, killer! Yoongi hurt/comfort, fluff, insecure! reader, self-hate, soulmate AU, fluff, coffee shop au! happy ending,

Wordcount: 4.3k

Authors note: god this took me way too long to write, and I have a feeling that people will like this one less as well because its so long D: but I didn’t want to sit on this for any longer! hope you like it!

People have soulmate tattoo’s for different reasons

Some have flowers that bloom according to their other halves emotions

Some have abstract maps or their soul mates favorite things (like piano keys or artists splashes of color.

Some soulmarks change and others don’t, some get colored when the other person starts to love you or get larger the closer you get to your soulmate.

There are rare types of soulmate marks though.

You don’t have your mark yet, and you wonder if you’ll have flowers or maybe moon phases on your legs like some other people do.

You’re so excited- but then you get yours…

You wake up one morning and raise your hands to brush the sleep out of your eyes to find your hands black and pattered with crisscrossing geometric lines and harsh diamonds of black over your knuckles.

Every inch of your hands from your wrists onwards is patterned in harsh black lines almost like a pair of gloves.

And it never changes. Never gets an ounce of color. Never shifts to a different pattern.

And so you go to forums to try and figure out what your soulmate mark means because you’ve never met anyone with a mark like yours.

And that’s when you learn that there is a very rare type of soulmark, usually only one color, where one half gets a mark on their body in the location that the others hates the most on their own body.

So from what you gather- your soulmate hates their hands.

And your heart sinks because you will never be able to explain it to them when you meet them.

Because you hate every inch of yourself.

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#was going through my drafts and saw this - was in the mood for a mafia!yoongi fic and it was so timely with the scarred agust d lore.#ggukkierecommends #yoongi x reader #m:myg #3kto5k #rate:mature #tw:violence #g:fluff #g:hurtcomfort #au:soulmate #au:mafia #l:bulleted #l:oneshot #also I haven't reblogged a fic here for half a year? I don't know how to tag anymore and I've forgotten my tagging system

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The Secrets Trilogy: Our Little Secret

Description: Park Jimin is the office’s oddball. Meek and quiet as a mouse, you never assume too much of him. Your mistake.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (18+)

Word Count: 15.9k

Index: Our Little Secret, Secrets Tested, Secrets Revealed

Warnings: Dom/sub themes, public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, humiliation, demeaning names, rough sex (slapping, spanking, biting, bruising). Do NOT expect fluffiness in this. There is absolutely none. Nada. Zilch.

A/N: Lol I have no explanation. This was supposed to be like 5k at the most. Ah well. Just simply enjoy, y’all.

As most anyone who had experienced it would tell you, life in an office was anything but glamorous. Shows like The Office or Parks & Rec did little to show the true reality of what a normal day was for someone like you who had been an office worker for over two years now. Your days were long, beginning at the brink of dawn when your damned alarm woke you once more to the reality that was your boring life. Several cups of coffee sucked down while you stared blankly at the walls of your small apartment was your usual wake up routine. The caffeine acted as a small bit of joy before you had to go spend nine long and excruciating hours at your office, working away like a zombie within the three walls of your boring cubicle. You’d tried many times to spice up the environment with small succulents or little knick knacks, but the reality was that they couldn’t hide the sheer boring pace of your daily life.

You did have some relief in the working hours by the friendships you had made there. On your particular floor, there were twelve of you, each person assigned to an individual duty that would overlap with each other’s work from time to time in order to see things completed more efficiently. You had been able to foster a few close friendships there, the kind that even allowed you the chance to go out for drinks together on the occasion. Your closest friend was a woman named Shion. She had been the one to train you when you’d first been hired, the two of you hitting it off remarkably well. Through her friendship and direction, you’d been able to get to know all of your floormates with relative ease. Coworkers such as Junho and Gyungjoo, the office “hot guys”, helped make life a little more fun with their antics of trying to woo the women in the office. They succeeded sometimes, but it was also the running joke to let them get their hopes up before crushing them.

There were some coworkers, however, that just didn’t quite fit in. They never lasted long, finding the friendly environment to be something that they either couldn’t enter into or be too uncomfortable. They were always replaced relatively easily and it made for a nice betting pot for the rest of the floor. How long would the newest employee make it? Would they prove to be someone who could fit in? Or would they crumble like their predecessor? The betting pool was always kept very quiet, managed and run directly by a man named Bungju who had been in the company for over a decade. When a new employee was brought in, he would take a small walkabout the office, casually picking up the slips of paper where everyone would write their names, dates of when they thought the newbie would leave, and how much they were betting. After the first day of working with the newest employee, everyone would stick around to discuss the person and see what was on the table. It was all very silly and quite a bit rude if you were being perfectly honest, but you couldn’t deny that the bet that lingered in the background made life a tinge more exciting. Your company’s newest employee, however, was making the bet a bit difficult to keep up with.

Park Jimin had been hired almost as soon as his predecessor, Kim Hansu, had left. The man had made a very underwhelming first impression to both you and the rest of your floor. Black hair that was poorly styled, too-large glasses that made his face look like an unflattering circle, a mustard-yellow button up that was easily three sizes too big, and khakis pants that sagged in the ass and even had a stain on one leg. He was, without a doubt, 100% uncool. Matters were certainly not helped when he introduced himself shyly, hanging his head to let his long bangs cover his eyes, voice low and uneven. You had shared a look with Shion, the both of you equally amazed at how boring this new guy was. His meekness had Shion placing her bet on him lasting no more than a month, especially when the two of you overheard Junho and Gyungjoo discussing how they could play with the “tiny mouse.”

Your bet had been a little harder to make. You’d asked Bungju to let you make your bet a little later, curious to see if you would see any secret side to the mysteriously boring man. At the end of the day, however, you’d discovered absolutely nothing. You had pouted in your cubicle, frustrated and disappointed that you’d been left empty handed. You decided to be ballsy, though and placed your bet for this Park Jimin to last one full year. You didn’t bet much by way of money, though, putting down a measly twenty bucks that made Bungju scoff when you finally delivered your bet to him. You let it slide off your shoulders, however, when the first month came and went, then two, three, and all the way up to the seven months mark he’d hit last week. Your bet was the last one after another coworker’s, Sunyool, who had said he’d make it to six months. If Jimin made it to one year, the pool was yours. If Jimin went beyond a year, no one would be winning.

Having made it seven months, though, meant that your floor had gotten to know a bit more about the man that was Park Jimin. He was still ridiculously shy, more apt for ducking out of conversations than he was for participating, but you had heard him crack a joke once or twice before. He was a solid worker, too. He was never late with the assignments he was given and was quite easy to work with when the projects overlapped. To date, you’d only worked with him twice, but each time had been pleasant enough. You had few complaints, other than the awkward silences that were bound to descend when the talk about work dried out. Both times the project had been completed, he’d given you a little bow and a “you’ve worked hard” before returning to his own personal projects.

He never went out for drinks with the floor. He never joined the gossip between cubicles. He clocked in exactly at 8 am and clocked out exactly at 5 pm. Overtime wasn’t a thing for him because he was that good at his work, the floor chief never needing to tell him to stay longer. He made and brought his own lunches, complete with side dishes and perfectly cooked rice. He had a trusty pen that he never ever lost. He took precise little notes on a thing of stickies that went with him everywhere.

Park Jimin was, without a doubt, one of the most boring men you’d ever met.

On this particular day, a Thursday that had been dragging on for forever, Jimin’s presence had actually become a bit nerve grating. After three straight days of your personal projects falling through and being shut down by the floor chief, you were not in the mood for the man’s mousey personality. But, as luck would have it, Gyungjoo who had been assigned to a joint project with Jimin had had to take a sick day, meaning you got to cover for him. The added frustration and stress of Gyungjoo’s work had you on edge the whole day, making you more liable to snap at the wrong things said. Jimin, the poor man, couldn’t seem to do anything right in your opinion, the man’s shoulders hunching more and more with each snarl you directed his way.

“Are you kidding me, Jimin?! How many times have I told you that we’re not doing that?”

“I… I know, but–”

“No. Nope. Not happening. Gyungjoo has written down that the two of you decided on this particular design in his notes, so that’s what we’re going with.”

“But, ___, I really think–” Your loud, exasperated sigh had several of your coworkers pausing in their own work to look over at the two of you, brows raising as they saw you pinching the bridge of your nose while Jimin sat demurely in his chair, eyes locked on his hands that were held tightly together.

“Listen, Jimin,” you finally managed to say after the two of you sat in uncomfortable silence for a full three minutes, “you’re a really good worker. The past projects we’ve done together have gone off without a hit, but we’re just not on the same page this time.” You sighed again as you leaned back, staring down at your notepad while you tapped your pen frustratedly on the surface of it. “Gyungjoo needs me to help finish this project for him. He was okay with taking this sick day because he knew the two of you had settled on a design and a slogan for this particular project. So, please explain to me why the fuck you’re suddenly wanting to redo everything.”

Silence fell again between the two of you as you waited for Jimin to explain himself. You watched with growing annoyance as he simply hunched in on himself more, pushing those too big glasses up his face as they fell down his nose from how low he was hanging his head. Faintly, you could hear the soft snickering from Shion in her cubicle, making you twist your head around to see her where she was waving you off. You let a smile crack through, glad someone was at least enjoying themselves. The small, dejected sigh from across the small table you were at had you turning back around to stare at Jimin. You dropped your pen to instead drum your fingers, pulling his attention away from his hands and onto yours before he darted a quick glance up at you.

“I’m waiting, Jimin.” He nodded, a bit pathetically if you were to say so, and took a deep inhale to prepare himself. Your left brow quirked as you waited, encouraging him to continue with a small wave of your hand.

“I know Gyungjoo and I settled on this,” he began, voice soft and ridiculously meek, making your eye twitch once, “but after reviewing it again, I just don’t think it’s the best option. I feel like we can do better.”

“How?”

“The design, for one, is too… well,” he broke off with an embarrassed cough, scratching at his cheek with a wince, “it’s pretty amateur looking.” You turned your attention down to the notes Gyungjoo had prepared, seeing the sketched out design that he had done personally. He’d been ridiculously proud of it, too, making sure to bring everyone around to see how he’d been able to get certain curves and lines just right.

“You do know how much Gyungjoo likes this, right?” He nodded, biting his lips worriedly. “But you never told him how you truly felt?”

“No….”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t want to hurt his feelings?” You couldn’t help the exasperated laugh that left you at that, your upper body leaning forward for you to support your head in your hands as you tried to understand this situation. Jimin, the office mouse, was scared of hurting Gyungjoo’s feelings. You laughed outright at that, giving up on this day, especially as there were only a few more moments before clock out time.

“I can’t handle this. It’s almost time to go and I need a drink. A really, really stiff drink. We’ll discuss this in the morning with Gyungjoo and then you get to tell him why you’ve been pussyfooting around him.” You gave him no chance to respond, snapping shut the folder Gyungjoo had prepared for you and placing it under your arm as you made your way back to your cubicle, ready to just fucking go.

You pulled out your phone when you had collapsed into your chair, shooting a pleading text to your small group of girlfriends outside of your work office, begging them to go out with you tonight. Sure, it was a Thursday and you had work tomorrow, but you just knew you wouldn’t be able to make it through tomorrow without some sort of release tonight. You might even be able to score yourself a quick lay if you were lucky enough.

5′oclock came much too slow for your liking, but you were up and out the door as soon as it hit, sparing only a passing glance at Jimin in his cubicle. You could see him staring contemplatively at his work, not yet tidied up for the day. Feeling your eyes on him, he looked up at you as you passed, his expression blank and even slightly haggard looking. You felt a twinge of guilt, knowing you had been pretty short with him earlier, but the guilt quickly dissolved into annoyance as you saw his shoulders hunch under your glance. You tsked loudly as you focused back on the path in front of you, tapping hard on the button for the elevator in your irritation with the man. The sooner you were out of there, the better.

“Trust me, ___, this bar will be great!” The excited voice of your girlfriend Misun said into your ear as you held your phone between your shoulder and head while you shimmied into the short skirt you’d chosen to wear for the night out. Your commute home had you wanting more and more to find someone who you could sleep with, spurring on the decision to wear the ridiculously tiny thing. You’d really only worn it a total of three times, but it did have some magic in making sure that you found someone for the night. The top that was going with it wasn’t bad, either, fitting your frame tightly to show off the curves you usually hid away in decent workplace attire. Your hair was also let down from its usual confines of a sensible bun and the makeup you’d reapplied was pure seduction.

“Have you ever been there before?” you asked as you stood in front of your mirror once dressed, turning this way and that to make sure you were decent from all angles.

“Well, no, but my friend Jinsung has been there before and he said it has a really cool atmosphere!”

“Misun… Jinsung wants nothing more than to get into your panties. He’ll say whatever he needs to get you on his good side.”

“___, I know this. But this is a bar we’re talking about here.”

“Will he be joining us tonight?” The silence on Minsun’s end was telling. You sighed at her silence before shrugging, grabbing your “clubbing” purse from the hook it was on.

“Okay. Fine. We’ll give this place a chance. But if it’s lame, we’re leaving immediately. I need something good tonight, Misun.”

“I understand completely. So, let’s meet at exit 6, then? I know Yoonha and Songju said they’d be a few minutes late.”

“Sounds good. See you then!” You hung up the phone and dropped it in your purse, checking yourself over one more time before you gave yourself a nod of approval. Your outfit was most definitely something to be fired for if you’d ever had the balls to wear it to work and that was why it was perfect for the night. You quickly grabbed your trusty leather jacket to throw over your torso, keeping you semi-decent as you descended from your apartment and made your way over to the subway station.

The bar you were heading to, a place called The Moon Under Water, was one you’d never visited before. You tended to stick to what you knew, enjoying that you were a regular in your main places where the bartenders knew your drinks and the bouncers let you in without a glance. But, being a regular at those spots did mean that you knew what kind of men grazed there. You’d been through them already, avoiding the serious creepers and playing up the attentions of the decent ones. You’d mentioned offhandedly to Misun before about being a bit bored with your usual spots and that was what inspired her to ask Jinsung about other locations. You were dubious about this new place, especially as it was over a forty minute commute by subway to get there, but your friend’s pleading and persuading had won you over in the end. You met up with Misun at the appropriate exit, the two of you giving each other approving looks at the outfits you had donned for the night before you walked arm in arm to The Moon Under Water.

The outside of the place was quite underwhelming, the face of it decorated with old bricks that were off-colored and plenty of neon signs that were either out or flickering ominously. There was no line, thankfully (or maybe not?), so the two of you were able to enter in without fuss, showing your IDs to the bouncer before he motioned the two of you in. The inside was a good deal better, much to your relief, as you took in the tastefully dim lighting and the busyness of the place. From what you could see, it was nicely decorated with plenty of places to sneak off to if the mood hit. It wasn’t a five-star restaurant, but it wasn’t a dive hole either. There was a group on the floor already dancing away to the music that was being played and you could see the undeniable motions of couples grinding against each other to the beat that was playing over the speakers.

After taking in the full view of the place, the two of you headed to the bar to grab your first drinks while you waited for your other two friends (and Jinsung) to show up. Your usual drink that you began with, a simple gin and tonic, was nowhere on your mind after the week you’d had thus far. You motioned to the bartender with a little wave and smile, handing over your card to open up a tab with the request of a White Russian and would he be so kind as to make it a bit stronger than normal? Once you had your drink in your hand, you thanked the man with another smile before turning around to lean against the bar, striking up a small conversation with Misun as the two of you continued to wait.

A second drink later, on top of the too light of dinner that you’d quickly scarfed down before leaving tonight, had you feeling your liquor a bit sooner than intended. Your small chat with Misun had begun to devolve more and more into little giggles, the two of you discussing the other patrons inside the bar and playing a game of “would you rather”. Your friends were now annoyingly late, but the pleasant buzz you were under had you caring less than you usually would. It was in the middle of discussing a group of obviously younger men, Misun telling you in detail how she’d let her favorite of the group fuck her tits, that you were distracted by someone coming up on your left side.

The place had gotten busier since you’d first arrived and at your spots at the bar, more and more people had begun crowding around as they tried to get their drinks. You were lightly jostled by the presence on your side, the hand that lightly yet firmly pushed you slightly over feeling warm against the skin on your now bare arms. You shot your head to the side to glare at the rude stranger, ready to bite his head off when suddenly your mouth went dry and you found yourself instead staring at the man blankly.

“Jimin?”

The name was out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, freezing as you saw the man twitch at your call. Slowly, the sharp side profile of him twisted as he turned his head to look you straight in the eyes, his eyes taking in first your facial features before he let his gaze drop down to take in the full sight of you in your revealing outfit. You could find no strength to protest as his eyes raked down your body, too in shock by the sight of Park fucking Jimin standing in front of you.

The Park Jimin you knew wore clothes too big for his frame. This Jimin was in skin tight black jeans, a form fitting white shirt that was tucked in, and a leather jacket that hugged his frame deliciously, the small, silver embellishments drawing your attention in the dim lighting. Office worker Jimin wore glasses that were too big for his face, making him look pudgy, and slipped down his nose constantly. This Jimin was wearing none, allowing you the chance to see more clearly into his predator-like eyes and letting you see just how devastatingly sharp his facial features were. Office worker Jimin wore his hair flat or slicked back with too much gel, making you quite often have to smother the desire to take a razor to his head. This Jimin had styled his hair to perfectly fit him, the black locks looking freshly washed and fluffed about his head in such a way to accentuate his high forehead and brow.

“Maker’s Mark, on the rocks. Open a tab.” Office worker Jimin most certainly did not have a low, gravelly voice that made you instantly shiver with lust. Neither of you moved your gazes away from each other as he waited for his drink, your mouth too dry to try to formulate a sentence even though you were screaming inside your head. You could hear Misun still chattering away in the background, but your focus was unable to be pulled towards her under the heavy gaze of the man beside you. Jimin decided to make the first move, thanking the bartender in that sinfully low voice again before he turned his body to face you, leaning sideways against the bar, his bourbon in hand. “___. Interesting to see you here.” Your eyes followed his hand as he raised it to his mouth, entranced by the way his plump lips (had they always been so lush and full?) let the cup rest against them, the drink inside of it disappearing between them with a small sip. Your gaze couldn’t help but to fall down to his throat, eyes dilating with sudden lust as you watched his Adam’s apple bob, making the veins in his neck stand out even in the poor lighting.

Your silence and obvious arousal had Jimin letting loose an amused chuckle, the low notes of it rumbling forth from his chest and sinking straight into your now throbbing core. You swallowed thickly when he placed his glass back on the countertop before he reached out, shutting your mouth closed with a firm tap under the chin. Swallowing and breathing were suddenly too difficult. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second under his watchful stare, feeling like a mouse before a preying cat. Your emotions were a mess, completely unsure of how to handle how ridiculously you were attracted to the man next to you while trying to remember what he was like at work. Finally, finally, you were able to speak, though it took several rough swallows and long drag of your drink to do so.

“Jimin?” you asked again, needing to make sure the sinful vision in front of you really was the same underwhelming guy from just a few hours before. His chuckle at your disbelief was unnerving, making you blush and swallow again.

“Surprised?”

“Um, duh?” Your shock was quickly melting away to anger. Was this what he was truly like away from work? Had he seriously been fooling all of your floor this entire time?

“___! They’re here!” Misun’s loud voice to your right had you turning towards her, following her pointing finger to see Jinsung and the other two girls arriving. “Let’s go meet them and get a table!”

“Just–”

“She’ll meet up with you soon.” The both of you swung your heads around to stare at Jimin, you in annoyance and Misun in confusion. Her confusion quickly melted away to complete understanding as she did a slow once over of Jimin’s leaning form, her hands reaching out to pat you on the shoulders encouragingly.

“Okay! See you soon, then! Take your time!” You watched her quickly scurry away, scoffing to yourself at her obviousness. She was being ridiculous, nevermind that you yourself had just been struck speechless by the man next to you.

“I was going to tell her the same thing. You didn’t need to do that. And as a matter of fact, why did you?” Jimin gave another low chuckle, bringing his glass up for another sip of his bourbon, signaling to the bartender to make you another of your last drink when he noticed you’d drained it.

“Because we need to talk.” You scowled at him, crossing your arms defiantly across your chest as you turned to face him more fully.

“Oh yes, I agree, we do need to talk. Beginning with why the fuck you’re standing in front of me, looking like sin, and in a bar that the Park Jimin I know would never ever step foot inside of.” He acknowledged your question, raising his glass in a toast to you that you grudgingly returned as the bartender brought you a fresh whiskey sour.

“Do you really know me, ___?”

“What kind of a question is that? Of fucking course I do! I’ve worked with you every day for the last seven months!”

“Hmm… but do you know my favorite color?” His smirk was wide and teasing, his amusement so very clear at the flustered bout of stuttering that you fell into.

“I mean, I don’t even know Junho’s favorite color, but I know him. And I know that you are not,” you trailed off, waving a hand at him as you tried to figure out the words to use before continuing, “not this!”

“Not what, ___?”

“You know what I mean!”

“Do I?” Your groan of exasperation was muffled by the beat of the music in the background but Jimin still heard it, making you scowl again as he quirked his brow at you in teasing encouragement to continue. You took a heavy sip of your whiskey, wincing slightly at the burn as you forced it down with a thick swallow.

“The Park Jimin that I know is what I like to call a human mouse. Timid, small, and easily cowed. You? You’re not that. You’re not Park Jimin. I don’t even know what you are.”

“Human mouse, eh?” Your description of office worker Jimin visibly amused him, his chuckle at the thought making you squirm as you continued to lose against the growing arousal in your blood. “What if I told you that you think of me as a human mouse simply because I want you to?”

“That’s impossible.”

“Oh, is it?”

“Yes! There’s absolutely no way you’ve been able to fool us, fool me, so well for so long.” You were determined to prove him wrong, crossing your arms in front of your chest again as you shook your head no, closing your eyes to the tempting vision of him in front of you. You heard him tsk loudly over the music, the sound making you crack open an eye to see him finishing the last of his bourbon, catching the bartender’s eye for another before he quickly snapped his gaze back to you, freezing you in place.

“You’re being stubborn, ___.” Was it possible for him to sound disappointed in this situation? His words had you bristling, eyes opening enough to glare at him as you reached for your drink, tipping it back to finish in two large swallows, the burn making you wince.

“Am I? Probably. I’ve been called a stubborn bitch more than once before. But in this situation, I think I’m allowed to be.”

“Is it that hard to believe?”

“Of course it is!” The alcohol that was affecting you more with each minute had you close to yelling as you got ready to unleash on Jimin. You were cut short by your own limbs, though, as you were suddenly wobbly on the bar stool, falling forward before you knew it. Your embarrassing embrace with the floor was prevented by the feel of Jimin’s hands wrapping around your sides, his grip strong and oh-so-warm against the smoothness of your skin. You both mentally blessed and cursed the top you’d worn that night, the heat from Jimin’s hands only adding to the lightheadedness that you were suddenly feeling way too strongly.

“Had a bit too much already?” His small giggle at your drunkenness had you snapping your hands up to bat him away from your body, slapping at his hands to make him let you go.

“Fuck you, Park Jimin, you lying motherfucker.” And of course, that just made him laugh again, especially as you wobbled forward again, landing face first into his neck. The vibrations of his laughter rocked through your body, your breath coming a tinge faster as you took in the scent of him and the feel of his damn hands that had caught you again.

“C’mon, turn around on the stool and sit properly like a good girl. We’ll get you some water.”

“I know how to take care of myself, dammit.” Your words were given with a pout, smacking away his hands again as you turned, though you were very aware of how he took care to leave his left hand pressed against your lower back, keeping you steady as you settled yourself properly on the chair. The two of you fell into silence as you waited for the bartender to hand you a bottle of water, your hands struggling to undo the cap before you shakily dropped a straw into the opening, concentrating fully on the task with narrowed eyes.

“Were you seriously planning to go home with someone when you’re this drunk already?”

“Are you seriously trying to keep up with the idea that you lead two separate lives?”

“Why’s that so hard to believe, hmm? Am I not allowed to keep my work life and personal life separate?”

“Everyone does that! But not like some… some boring ass superman!” Your exclamation had Jimin snorting, the fingers of the hand resting on your back digging in as he chuckled lowly.

“Superman? What are you trying to say?”

“Well,” you began, dragging out the word like what you were about to say what entirely obvious, “during the day, you’re this tiny little man!” You raised a hand to hold your fingers in a pinched position, eyes narrowed as you looked at the tiny space you’d left between them. You let your eyes flick back and forth between your fingers and his face, nodding at his bemused expression. “Yup. Teeny. Tiny. Small.”

“I got that.”

“Okay, good. So, now, now, you’re here. At a bar. And you’re wearing leather! Not just any leather, oh, no, no, no. Nope, you’re wearing fitted leather. Who does that?”

“Who wears leather…?” Jimin’s face morphed into a look of confusion, his head tilting as he tried to understand the drunken ramblings coming from you.

“Fitted leather, Jimin. Try to keep up.”

“Ah…”

“Yeah, so, like I was saying, you’re like this lame superman. Boring, tiny, small Park Jimin by day, sin incarnate fuckboy by night!” You suddenly giggled at the images flashing across your slightly blurry vision, trying hard not to lose it at the idea of Jimin hiding a skin-tight leather suit under his clothes that had “FUCKBOY” printed across it in some lame design. Your small tittering continued as you took a sip of your water, shaking your head amusedly at yourself before you decided to look over at Jimin. The water meant to go down normally was suddenly being coughed out, your breath interrupted as you hastily looked away from the dangerous, half-lidded gaze of him. You coughed harshly, tapping on your chest as you tried to clear the water from your lungs, dutifully keeping your head turned away from the predator next to you.

“You have a mouth that just begs for punishment.” His tone was low, but even in the loud surroundings of the club, you could hear each word he was saying. Slowly, you turned your head just enough to see him out of your peripheral, tongue peeking out to lick at your lips nervously. He was still watching you but had raised his glass to his lips again, taking a long, slow sip of the liquor as he observed you over the rim. You blinked rapidly as you tried to make sure you had heard him correctly.

“W-what?”

“I said, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but there’s no supersuit under my clothes.”

“You most definitely did not say that.”

“Oh? What did you think I said?”

“Something about punishment…,” you trailed off under his watchful gaze, your cheeks blushing a brilliant red as his lips slowly moved into a smirk.

“And if I did?”

“I wouldn’t believe it. Park Jimin’s too timid for punishment.” The exasperated sigh that left him had you jumping, his hand setting his glass down on the counter a bit roughly before he leaned in closer to you, close enough to make you swallow thickly and lean away.

“Punishment is something I’m very good at, ____.” You scoffed loudly at that, smothering your nervousness and the instincts telling you to just fucking quit it, as you waved a flippant hand at his statement.

“Right. Sure. Next, you’ll tell me you’re one of those doms who makes the girls he fucks call him daddy and uses whips and shit.”

“Sir.” A single word, delivered in a sinfully low and smooth tone. A single word and it had you sitting ramrod straight in your seat, hands gripping the counter’s edge as your head suddenly began to swim.

“Um… what?” His head titled to the side as he watched you, his smirk amused as he took in your blushing features and the way your chest began to rise and fall more quickly.

“The girls I fuck, as you so eloquently put it, are called my submissives. I make all my submissives call me Sir. And,” he trailed off, leaning close to you again as he pulled the hand that had been on your lower back away, looping it around instead on the barstool’s back as he settled his mouth next to your ear, his breath hot against your skin before he continued in a husky whisper, “I use a lovely riding crop when my hands get tired.”

“I don’t believe you.” Somehow, you weren’t even sure how, you gathered enough of your wits to say this, swallowing thickly as you felt him lower his head to breathe against your neck, taking in the smell of your light perfume that had mixed with your natural scent. He chuckled into your neck, the vibrations from the action making you shiver. Slowly, gently, he let his lips rest on your skin ever-so-lightly, brushing them up and up till he was next to your ear again.

“Would you like to test me, kitten?”

“Kitten?” you squeaked, breaths coming in heavier pants as you slid your eyes shut, trying your damnedest to not fall into a pile of lustful goo at his actions. “Did you seriously just call me kitten?”

“You’re certainly feisty like one. I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve had to keep myself from pulling you across my knee at work, keep myself from spanking you so hard till you’re crying and begging for forgiveness from how much you let your tongue wag.”

“You would never–” He cut you short with a sharp nip to your earlobe, his teeth biting down on the skin roughly. You gasped at the pain, hand flying up to push him away but he grabbed it with his own free one, placing it firmly onto the skin of your bare thigh and holding you there.

“Mhmm, just today in fact,” he said as he let your lobe go from his bite, instead sucking it back into his mouth to soothe it over with his tongue. “That little meeting we had today was a great test of patience, kitten.” You couldn’t find the words to answer, too distracted by the feel of his mouth that continued to mess with your ear, lips moving down to begin mouthing at the skin behind it in between his words. “You can be such a bitch during the day, you know.”

“I’m not–” you tried to protest, but then the hand keeping yours on your thigh was suddenly slapping yours away to place the full of his palm against your skin, fingers digging in roughly to the skin in warning.

“You’re a Class A Bitch, kitten. Don’t even try to deny it. You’re a misbehaving little girl who desperately needs someone to remind her of just what a whore she really is.” His hand on your thigh released the tight grip he had but his fingers didn’t stop moving, instead beginning to rub gently over the smooth expanse of the skin he had at his reach. Due to your choice of clothes for the night, there was very little he didn’t have access to. “You already know deep down what you really are, though, don’t you? Why else would you be out at this bar and dressed like such a slut?”

You were ashamed by how fucking wet you were becoming at his words. The accusations he was whispering into your ear should have had you livid and demanding he get the fuck away from you, but as he continued to breathe against your skin, continued to caress your thigh and get closer to your pussy with each stroke, you found you could tell you were already dripping and your legs were slowly widening on the barstool. He chuckled, low and husky when he noticed you opening your legs for him, making your needy core throb and your breaths began to pick up in speed.

“See? You’re so desperate for the right person to put you in your place you’re willing to let me touch you here in the middle of this busy bar.”

“You can’t do that here,” you protested, but your words were weak even to your own ears, too soft to be heard properly over the din of the bar. You knew Jimin had heard you, but he most certainly gave no fucks as he grabbed one of your thighs, pushing it apart from the other with a pleased rumble before he was cupping your heat. You gasped at the pressure he was immediately placing on you, your hands both coming up to wrap around his wrist. His strength was too much, however, and as the heel of his palm began to rub small circles against your barely clothed clit (why had you chosen to wear your flimsiest g-string tonight?), you found your strength leaving you all too quickly.

“I think you’ll find that I can do this wherever I please, kitten, especially when I have so needy a bitch in my hands.” You whined at his words, fingers clasping tighter around his wrist as his fingers pushed aside the tiny bit of cloth that was covering your pussy, pushing between your slick folds easily to gather your juices on his fingers. “You’re already dripping for me. I bet there’s even gonna be a puddle on the stool by the time I’m finished with you.” He accentuated his words by dragging his fingers up the length of your pussy, spreading around your slick in small circles.

“Ah, Jimin…!” He tsked, quickly biting your earlobe again in rebuke as he pulled his hand away from you enough to land a firm and heavy smack against your sensitive lips. Your body twitched at the pain mixed with pleasure, hunching inwards as you whined loudly.

“Come now, kitten, I know we’re early into your training, but I would think you’d be smart enough to know how to properly address me, hmm?”

“I don’t–” Your breath was suddenly missing as he shoved two thick fingers inside of you, your core so wet he had only a little bit of resistance as he sank them knuckle-deep. He pulled his hand back only enough for him to thrust back inside of you roughly, shaking the whole of your body as you felt lustful shivers rack your whole body.

“Last warning, kitten, and I’m being very generous with you right now.” He had pulled his head away from your neck to watch you under a heavily lidded glare, his eyes just daring you to continue testing him. His fingers continued to thrust into you, giving you no time to try to formulate an answer or protest. All you could do was nod, panting harshly as you gripped his wrist tightly as you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your high.

“Sir!”

“Better, but that slutty mouth of yours better apologize for making me have to warn you.”

“I’m sorry, Sir!”

“For?”

“For… for being bad?” He sighed at your apology, pulling his fingers out of you and ignoring the whine that you let loose. He quickly slapped your throbbing cunt again, cupping it roughly as he leaned in next to your ear once more.

“It’s a shit apology, but it’ll do for now, kitten. Now, you’re going to close out your tab, say goodnight to your friends, and then I’m going to continue with your disciplining. Understood?”

“Yes… Sir!” You quickly added his title when he pulled back to glare at you, fingers digging into your mound in warning when you delayed.

“I’ll see you outside in five minutes. Be a good girl and do not be late.”

As simple as that he pulled away from you completely, motioning to the bartender for his check which he signed off on with a flourish, pulling a large note for the tip from his wallet that he kept in his inner jacket pocket. He nodded to the man as he stood, turning away from the bar and walking steadily to the exit. You were left sitting at the bar, breaths still coming way too quickly as you tried to compose yourself, frustrated by how easily you had been played and by how badly you still needed to cum.

Now that Jimin was nowhere in your proximity, you could think. But unfortunately for you, all you could think about was how your time limit was running out and you did not want to piss him off further. Your meeting with him from earlier today was playing loudly on repeat, all the mean and rude things you’d said, and you couldn’t help the scared whimper that left you as you realized how fucked you were already.

“Ma’am? Do… do you want your check?” The bartender’s voice had you snapping to action, your head nodding yes rapidly as you pulled out a tip of your own before signing your name on the check receipt.

“Thank you!” you squeaked out as you grabbed your purse and jacket, swinging both items on before you lightly wobbled over to your friends. The majority of the alcohol had been burned away in your lust, but the tinge of tipsiness lingered, making your vision swim slightly as you leaned onto Misun’s chair as you came up to their table. “Hey, guys. I’ve gotta go.”

“What? Already?” Songju asked, leaning around Misun to see you more clearly. “We haven’t even seen you since we got here!”

“Yeah!” Yoonha piped in, waving a hand at you in mock offense, “you’ve been up at that bar this whole time with whatever guy Misun saw!”

“Speaking of…” Misun twisted around your leaning frame to look behind you at the bar, squinting to try to see better, “where’d he go?”

“He’s outside and I’ve got a time limit and I’ve really got to go, so this is me saying bye!” you rushed out, taking no time to breathe between the words as you used both hands to wave at the small group as you began to back up. “I’m sorry I invited you guys out only to ditch, but I really, really need to go!”

“____! Are you okay?” Your friends were visibly worried at your eagerness to leave, Yoonha preparing to stand up.

“Girls! Really! I’m fine! I’ll text you!” You gave them no chance to reply as you spun on your heel, quickly weaving and bobbing your way through the crowded bar till you made your way to the exit, shoving open the doors roughly as you tried to get outside within the time limit. You breathed deeply as you got into the open air, the coldness of it making you sigh with relief before you darted your eyes around, trying to spot Jimin.

“Bad news, kitten,” you heard him say from behind you, making you do an awkward spin around to find him leaning against the wall, one leg kicked up to bend at the knee. His arms were crossed across his chest, his head tilted down as he looked at you with disappointment, making the blood drain from your face in trepidation. “It’s been six minutes.”

Fuck.

He sighed once, a short and displeased thing, before he pushed himself off the wall, motioning for you to follow him as he walked passed you. Your feet moved without you even trying, your body already longing to feel his touch again. The whole situation was just stupidly absurd, but you couldn’t seem to find the will to say no to your desires. And, as you followed after his sure and steady steps, maybe you really did want someone to take control. Maybe the heavy and seductive words that had been whispered into your ear by the very man you thought incapable of harming a fly rang more clearly than you realized.

You allowed yourself to dart your gaze up from the ground to look at Jimin’s back, seeing the broad expanse of it, noticing how there somehow seemed to be the outline of musculature even through the leather jacket he wore. The view of his back led down to his ass and thighs, and you couldn’t help the way you licked your lips at the way his jeans were wrapped skin tight around his thighs, highlighting the firm thickness of them and the deliciously round curvature of his ass. Everything that this Park Jimin did practically screamed predator; a predator that knew how to reel his victims in. His entire walk was beckoning you to watch him, though he did shoot you one warning glance over his shoulder when he noticed you lingering too far behind.

Your quick walk after Jimin led you to the parking lot behind the building, the bar owning a small plot of land to allow for additional cars when the street was filled. Your eyes darted around as you tried to determine what kind of car this new Jimin would be driving, only to find your mouth drying when he came to a stop next to a black Harley. A giggle escaped you before you knew it, a little hysterical sounding because of course this Jimin would own a motorcycle, a Harley Davidson at that. It was a sleek-looking machine, kept free of obnoxious ornaments like tassels and over-the-top decals. In fact, the only extra elements to the bike were the saddle bags. The simple, black packs rested at the back where the passenger would sit, their only purpose to hold things and not draw attention away from the bike (and it’s rider, you acknowledged).

Approaching the bike, Jimin swung his leg over it, settling himself as he pulled a pair of leather gloves from one of his jacket’s pockets before he produced the key. He kept silent as he worked in getting himself ready, stretching the leather gloves as he clenched and released his fists. He zipped up his jacket next, making sure it was situated properly over his torso. You stood unsure to the side, arms rubbing at each other in the cold that was beginning to get uncomfortable. were you supposed to get on? Probably, but you didn’t want to piss Jimin off further, prompting you to wait for his directions.

“Kitten.”

“Yes? Sir!” He gave a small chuckle at your hasty covering of your ass. He sat down on the bike, keeping one foot on the ground to keep it steady as he watched you. He lifted a hand, palm up, and motioned you closer with his pointer finger. You moved immediately, coming to stand next to him and the bike.

“I wasn’t planning on picking up a new pet tonight, kitten, so I didn’t bring my rider’s helmet. You’re going to have to make sure you hold on tight to me, understood?”

“New pet?” Through the lustful haze you seemed to be in, his words shot an arrow of annoyance down your spine. “Are you claiming me?” You even sounded incredulous. You internally clapped for yourself, even as you bit your lips nervously as you watched him.

“___,” he began, using your name for the first time in a while. It was to make sure your attention was fully on him. It worked. “You and I both know that you’ve been craving my touch from the moment you spotted me tonight. Your body has practically been begging for me to take you out of here and make you mine. Am I wrong? Or are you still dripping?” He gave a sharp nod in agreement when you could only nod, your thighs rubbing together at the reminder of just how wet you were even in the cold weather. He tipped his head back towards the seat behind him, saying, “Good. Get on, then.”

“Um…” you winced as he sighed, his gaze on you slowly dropping into a narrowed glare.

“Yes?”

“My skirt…,” You motioned down to your bottom half, regretting yet again your choice of wearing such a small and inefficient article of clothing again.

“What about it?”

“It’s short….”

“Ridiculously so, yes. I can see that. The whole bar saw it, too.”

“So how…?” You could see his patience with you was thinning by the minute, so you quickly held up your hands to further explain, stuttering slightly as you asked, “how do I ride the bike when it’s this short?”

“That is your own problem to figure out. In fact, consider it another aspect to your punishment. Anyone who looks will be able to see your barely covered pussy, no? You get to deal with that and figure out how to keep yourself at least a tiny bit decent while we ride.” Feeling thoroughly chastised, you stepped up to the back seat, nibbling on your lip nervously as you tried to figure out how best to get on. Though it was the back of the building, there was a good number of people outside, taking smoke breaks or trying to clear their heads from the alcohol ingested. Their eyes had followed the two of you, their gazes especially attuned to the amount of skin you were showing. You could hear them get quiet as they waited, ready to see that bit of skin you had no choice but to reveal.

“Hot damn!” Up went the catcalls and the hoots as you swung your leg over, quickly clambering on to situate yourself. Desperately, uselessly, you tried to pull down your skirt over your spread legs but gave up when the material continued to simply bunch back up. Your scantily clothed mound was on full display for anyone to see and the rush of embarrassment had you burying your head into Jimin’s neck. You could feel the small vibrations of his low chuckle, his hands patting yours as you wound yourself tightly around his torso.

“Embarrassed, kitten?” A smirk stretched across his lips as he looked over at the crowd of hungry men, turning his face closer to yours so his voice could reach you more easily as he asked, “Still wet?” You groaned into his neck, smothering your face further as you felt a strange mixture of shame and lust.

“So wet, Sir.”

“Good girl,” was all he said, the praise sounding like a low rumble as he twisted the keys, revving the handlebars as he triggered the ignition to start the bike. You gasped loudly into the curve of his neck, breaths stuttered as the vibrations of the bike began to course through your body, beginning first and foremost with your sensitive and aching clit. Feeling you shiver against his back, Jimin revved the bike a few more times, drawing additional hoots from the drunken crowd and a low, needy moan from your lips. Finally, he kicked off from the ground, giving gas to the bike as the two of your exited the parking lot and headed out to the main street.

The wind was blistering cold as he drove, whipping up your clothes and through your hair, making you shiver bodily and huddle closer against Jimin’s warm back. Your hands clutched hard on his jacket, fingers digging into the material as best you could. The cold was quickly drying up any lingering alcohol in your system, allowing you the chance to see more clearly the situation you’d gotten yourself into. The soberer you got, the more ridiculous it all seemed. After all, you were currently on a bike, in tiny clothes, clinging to the back of one Park Jimin who was not a timid and boring man, but rather a fucking dom who had decided to make you his newest sub. You were also completely unsure how long he planned for you to be his sub. One night? A month? …Till he decided he was done?

Suddenly you were clinging to Jimin tighter, your head digging further into his neck as you tried to shove that thought away. It was completely ridiculous how you were acting now, but it was just as Jimin had claimed earlier. Your body was practically on pins and needles just waiting for his touch. Any bit of attention and you’d be happy. You bit your lip as a sudden revving of the engine sent another round of increased vibrations through your body.

The scenery flew by as you nestled into Jimin’s neck, clinging to him tightly for the warmth he provided through the cold. Soon the city lights were disappearing and the busy streets of Seoul began to give way to the lingering countryside that existed in spots around it. The road was still busy, with all sorts of vehicles making their way to and from the city. Your hands grew antsy as you sat behind him, curious, needy, wanting to feel more of this man who had turned your whole night upside down.

Slowly, while his attention was fully focused on the road and other drivers around him, you began to inch your hands lower on his stomach, pressing in as you trailed them down. You tapped the pads of your fingertips along the hem of his jacket when you’d reached it, toying with the idea of continuing. You lifted your head just enough to look up at the side of his face, seeing the calm look of concentration as he kept a steady rhythm of keeping track of your position on the road. Emboldened, you let one finger sneak under the jacket, curling it slowly and immediately relishing in the sudden increase of temperature. Jimin made no move to let you know he was on to you, so naturally, you slipped the rest of your fingers under the jacket with one quick move.

You felt a low chuckle leave him as you sighed happily into his neck, your hands warming as you plastered them to his stomach, still covered by his T-shirt but the heat seeped through the fabric easily. As the seconds ticked by without rebuke, you realized you had his silent permission to linger there, something you inwardly rejoiced in as you felt the cold finally leaving your hands. Your itch to feel him was somewhat soothed, but as you felt his stomach beneath your hands rise and fall with each breath, you began to wonder what his skin felt like. Riding off the current permission you had, you began to rub your hands against him, fingers slowly sliding over the ridges of the muscles he’d kept hidden the entire time you’d known him. Park Jimin was also very well built, apparently, and you gave a shuddered breath into his neck as you suddenly began to imagine all the ways you wanted to mark him. He’d always had paler skin, so you just knew it’d look so pretty with your bites all over it. The thoughts running through your mind had you digging your fingers into his stomach, nails dragging as you rubbed circles over his clothed stomach.

“Kitten,” you heard him call over the roar of the bike, making you peer up at him from your snuggle into his neck. His gaze was dangerous, warning, his head only half turned towards you to make sure he kept track of the path in front of you.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Did I say you could touch me?”

“Well–”

“Yes or no, kitten.”

“…No, Sir.” You quickly released the grip you had, simply keeping your hands on his stomach but so very still. He tsked, loudly enough for you to hear it over the bike. He suddenly revved the engine again, kicking up the speed and making you squeak in surprise. Without warning, you were exiting the highway, turning off onto a road that led through a small, podunk-looking town and out into fields. You managed to look around a bit, taking in the numerous rice paddies that had appeared, crops full of cabbage and other vegetables placed intermittently between it all. The road began to get windy, Jimin taking the curves with such absolute ease that it made you wonder if he was familiar with this new scenery.

“Where are we going, Sir?”

“Quiet.” Chastised, you ducked your head back down, leaning your forehead on his shoulder as you waited for the two of you to arrive at your destination, wherever that may be. After only a few minutes more you felt the bike begin to slow, the sound of tires traveling over gravel filling your ears as Jimin pulled off the road. He brought the bike to a stop, letting his feet down as he shut off the ignition. The sudden lack of rumbling made you feel like your ears were ringing but you didn’t move from your spot, keeping your arms wrapped around him as he dropped the keys back into his pocket and nudged down the kickstand with his boot. You looked around the field that he’d pulled into, seeing that it was a rare grassy thing, unbroken by any farming tools with a few trees spaced around the whole of it. You figured it must be some sort of picnic ground for the local community to enjoy. You were brought from your musings by the sudden turn of Jimin’s head towards you, feeling his gaze settle dangerously on you.

“Off.” Though you felt thoroughly frozen from the waist down, you moved quickly, pulling your hands from the warmth of his stomach and carefully getting off the seat, taking care not to hit the exhaust pipe. You took several steps back from the bike as you waited, crossing your arms to try to keep the remaining body heat you had from escaping too quickly. He moved within a few moments, swinging his leg over and twisting himself around so he could lean comfortably on the bike without falling. He crossed his legs at the ankles, settling his predatory gaze on you as he watched you step from one foot to the other in both cold and nervousness.

“Here’s the thing, kitten,” he began after several minutes of simply watching you, his eyes roaming the whole of your body slowly, taking in all the details that he could in the light given by the full moon. It would be a full moon, you inwardly scoffed, the whole of it adding to the strangeness of your night. Jimin’s voice continuing had you snapping back to attention, your eyes focusing on his. “While you are in absolute desperate need for an ass whipping, something that I’ve been personally dying to make you go through since the first day I met you, you are still a free person who gets to make her own decisions.” His words had you pausing, tilting your head as you watched him place his hands on the bike, leaning back slightly as he tipped his head back to watch you through lidded eyes.

“I am a Dominant, kitten. I thrive in the act of making my submissives crawl at my feet, worship my dick, and beg for my attention. Nothing brings me more pleasure than seeing my pet boneless beneath my hands, body shaking as I bring her body to orgasm after orgasm, even when she begs me not to.” You swallowed thickly as you imagined the situations he described, suddenly seeing yourself restrained to your bed, Jimin’s hands on your body as he ruthlessly fucked you and tortured you at the same time with a vibrator held to your clit, a pleased smirk on his face as you cried from the sensations drowning you. “But, as a Dominant, it is also my responsibility to deliver punishment when my submissive has earned it. Spankings, something we’ve already discussed tonight, are but one aspect of how discipline can be administered. Many of the acts are the kinds of things that most people shy away from, claiming them to be too abusive and degrading.”

“Like…?” you whispered, biting down on your lips nervously, scared yet needing to know what he would do. He didn’t respond, watching you contemplatively as he brought a gloved finger up to trace over his lips, pulling your attention to the lushness of them yet again, wanting so desperately at that moment to taste them.

“Canings, sensory deprivation, isolation, public humiliation, orgasm denial… it all fits into the punishment category.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad…” you said before you could stop yourself, quickly pursing your lips as soon as the words left you. His brows quirked at your statement, a low, pleased chuckle leaving him as he crossed his arms.

“Is that so?”

“I… well.”

“Hmm?”

“Punishments are only given when they’re deserved, right?”

“Always. A proper Dominant would never punish his or her sub without reason.”

“And you never take it too far?”

“A dominant and submissive relationship is primarily based on trust. To hurt the submissive beyond the levels agreed upon is to essentially ruin the relationship.”

“Then, yes,” you said, nodding determinedly after a few moments, “those punishments don’t sound so bad.” Jimin looked at you carefully, his eyes darting back and forth between your own as he tried to make sure he was understanding you completely.

“So, ____, you’re saying you’d be fine with me doing these things to you?” His use of your name had you realizing instantly that this wasn’t a game for him. He would do absolutely nothing without your full consent. The slow burn that had been in your belly for the last few hours was suddenly turned into a roaring flame and you nodded once.

“Yes, Sir.” Silence ticked by for five long beats before his lips were slowly moving into a smirk, his gaze sharpening into a predatory thing that had you shivering with anticipation.

“Well then, my submissive, it’s time for you to be disciplined. Come here.” Your steps were quick, legs bringing you to him in just a few strides, body eager for what was to come, even if you knew there was going to be pain involved. His hands shot out to grab your hips when you were close enough, jerking your body to stand exactly where he wanted you to between his legs that he had spread. He moved his grip away from your hips when he’d settled you, sliding them over your skin and down to your ass, bunching up the fabric of your tiny skirt to grab onto your cheeks roughly, squeezing the flesh with a pleased rumble. “I’m going to enjoy marking this.” He gave your skin a sudden swat before he let you go, the sting making you gasp. He pulled his hands back to his body, crossing them over his chest again as he leaned away from you.

“Before we get to your discipline, we need to have you settle on a safeword.”

“Safe word? I thought you said you’d never go too far.”

“I certainly never plan to, kitten, but there may be times when what we’re doing is simply too much for you. In such cases, you will require a safe word to pull both you and me from roles we’ve entered into.” His words made perfect sense and his insistence on you being safe had you pleased, your body humming even further with the need to get things moving so you could feel his touch on you once more.

“What do I use?”

“That’s entirely up to you. It should be something that has no business being used during the middle of a scene and will, therefore, jar me out of my role as the dominant.”

“Okay...,” you said, trailing off as you tried to figure out what would be the best word for you to use.

“Don’t make it complicated, kitten. Something that’s easy for you to remember is best--”

“Fruit loops.” Jimin paused as you suddenly cut him off, blinking at you several times blankly.

“Fruit loops.”

“Mhmm. Like the cereal.”

“Perfect. Fruit loops it is, then. Good job, kitten.” You preened under his praise, shooting him a happy smile before it was wiped off at the smirk he settled on you.

Ah, yes. Your punishment. Your pleasure at being praised melted away in the wake of your returning arousal, body piqued and ready for his orders.

“Lift your skirt up and spread your legs. Wider. Now place your hands on your head. Good girl, just like that.” You stood spread wide before him, your bottom half on full display as the flimsy material of your thong just barely covered your lips. Jimin chuckled as he saw how thoroughly soaked the panties were, leaning in closer to see the wetness that coated them and the skin surrounding it. “What an absolute slut you are, ____. You’ve been wet this whole night, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” He hummed agreeingly, reaching out a single gloved finger to prod at the material, eyes dancing with amusement when he pulled away to see your slick on the leather.

“Such a filthy girl. You’ve gotten my glove wet with your juices.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

He ignored your apology as he moved his hand back to your mound, pushing again on the material as he began to rub hard circles into you. Like a homing beacon, his fingers found your covered clit immediately, your gasp letting him know he’d found the right spot. The sudden attack was ruthless, his pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves increasing with each circling of his hand. Your breaths were coming in pants, your arms shaking as you tried to keep them latched onto your head. Jimin’s head tilted as he watched his hand rubbing you, enjoying the way he could hear the telltale signs of your slick squelching as he rubbed your lips and clit. He pulled his fingers away, making you whimper at the loss before you were gasping loudly as he landed a heavy smack on your covered pussy.

“Such a filthy, needy cunt you have, kitten.” You could only moan your agreement as he smacked you, again and again, enjoying the way your knees trembled, thighs twitching as you struggled to keep on your feet. He rested his fingers against your mound, lightly drumming them as he looked up at your face, asking, “Do you want me to keep rubbing you?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Do you think you deserve to be rubbed?”

“I…”

“Didn’t I say you had been an absolute bitch today?”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you whispered, hanging your head and lowering your eyes in submission.

“I don’t even know why I’m asking you, to be honest. Touching you would be more of a reward at this moment, no?” You nodded meekly, knowing your body was desperate for his touch and oh yes, that would be a wonderful reward. “I suppose I could be generous since this is only our first night together…” Your lips pursed as you tried to keep the hopeful whine from leaving you, but from the scoff you heard from Jimin you knew you’d failed. “This cunt is so dirty, though.” He sighed, pulling aside your soaked panties to look at your dripping mound, shaking his head as he took in the sight of your neediness before he let the material fall back with a wet snap.

“Please, Sir.”

“Hmm?”

“Please touch me. I’ll be so very good, Sir!”

“How badly do you want me to touch you?”

“So badly, Sir!”

“Show me.” Your eyes snapped up to meet his, confusion on your face. “Fuck the air. Show me what you’d do if you could ride my fingers.” You blinked once before you were moving, spurred into action by his brow raising in silent question to your hesitation. Feeling awkward and unsure, you began to rock your hips, bending your knees as you tried to mimic the way you would ride a dick if you had it in you. The movements were stilted, odd-looking, but Jimin did enjoy the way your face blushed under his intense scrutiny, his brow furrowing as he let you know your movements could be better.

“I don’t think you really want my fingers, kitten.”

“Sir!”

“Such a pathetic show you’re putting on for me…. I’m quite disappointed, to be honest.” His words stung, making you eager to prove him wrong. You let all reservations go as you began to truly hump the air, your hips moving into a steady, rolling rhythm as you thrust towards him. You could feel the heat in your face, but the way Jimin’s eyes stayed on yours made you ignore it, whines building in your throat as the steady contracting of your muscles began to stroke that fire in your belly. Like an intrigued-looking statue, Jimin sat still on the bike, his gaze slowly leaving yours to travel down the length of your body, pausing on your breasts as he watched them bounce from the force of your rocking before he settled on your pussy.

Your panties still covered you, keeping your bare mound from his eyes which didn’t please him too much. Faster than you were prepared for, his hands shot out to grab onto the flimsy strings of your thong, bringing you even closer to him as he pulled on them, ripping the material apart with ridiculous ease and baring your dripping core to him in full. You kept your hips moving, highly aware that his face was now so very close to you, your arousal filling the air and his senses with every rock forward. He kept his hands on your hips, fingers digging in as he watched you before he was stilling your hips. He was expressionless, the only thing giving away his hunger being the predatory gleam of his eyes as he watched the slick drip out of you and over your lips, wet streaks already on your thighs from how aroused you were.

He brought one hand to your lips, slowly, gently, dragging his fingers through your folds before he pulled back, holding the hand up for you to see. You shuddered at how the leather gleamed in the moonlight, your juices slowly flowing down the gloved fingers of his hand. He brought the hand to your lips, smearing your slick along your lips before he pushed them into your mouth, pressing in deeply.

“Suck. Your filthy slick is all over my gloves.” You whined, his tone low and raspy and shooting straight to your core with a throb. Your tongue moved immediately, taking in the odd taste of both your arousal and the leather. You ignored it, though, as you sucked on the fingers, moaning around them. You wanted to close your eyes, but his had locked with yours, the warning in them clear to keep focused on him. He let you suck his fingers for a few more minutes before he was pulling them out, resting them on your bottom lip to keep your mouth open. “Do you want me to touch you without my gloves, kitten?” Your whine was confirmation enough though he pinched your hip sharply, making you dance to the side before he roughly pulled you back to your correct position.

“Use your words, girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” you said, though it sounded a bit off from him keeping your lips from properly touching.

“Now. Tell me. Should I fuck you with my bare fingers?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

“Beg.”

“Please, Sir,” you repeated again, gasping loudly as he reached his hand around to land a heavy smack on your left ass cheek.

“I said beg, whore.”

“I am!”

“Tell me what you want. In detail.”

“I want your fingers on me, Sir. In me! I need to feel them fucking my dirty pussy. I’m so wet, Sir! I need you in me so bad! Please!” He considered you with a bored expression, drumming his fingers along your bottom lip.

“Pull my gloves off, kitten. Use your teeth.” You quickly pulled his index finger between your teeth, gently gripping onto the leather as you pulled back, tugging the glove off his fingers with several short snaps of your head. When you’d finished you paused, the glove dangling from your mouth as you looked down at him questioningly. With his bare hand he caressed your head, patting it praisingly as he pulled the glove out from your teeth. “Look at that. My new submissive does know how to follow orders. This pleases me. Left hand now, kitten,” he said, bringing the other hand up for you to repeat the process. When both of his hands were free and his gloves stashed away into his jacket pockets, he looked up at you, enjoying the way your eyes were dilated with lust.

“Still want me to touch you?”

“So, so, so much, Sir.” The smile that stretched on his lips, so pleasant and happy, made you shiver.

“Too bad. Your discipline isn’t over yet.”

And then he was standing, pulling your sore arms down from their position on your head to push them behind your back, twisting your body around so he could fold them into a commanding hold. He pushed you forward and around to the back of the bike, pushing down on your head till your cheek was laying flat on the passenger’s seat.

“Straddle the tire and keep those legs wide. Good girl.” He praised you with another pat on your head, tucking a bit of your hair away so he could see your face clearly. “Keep your arms in this position. Do not move them. I’m going to spank you now, understood? Your ass has been begging for this from day one, so it’s not going to be nice.” You nodded understandingly, gripping hard onto your opposite elbows as you tried to keep yourself in the position he’d settle you in.

“You will count each smack. And you will say, “I’m sorry I’m such a mouthy slut” with each number. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Let’s begin.”

His hand moving through the air was silent, no sound reaching your ears till the resounding slap of his palm meeting your skin rang out. The field echoed with the force of his spank, your breath suddenly missing as you saw stars cross your vision. You gasped deeply, tears already in your eyes as your nerves screamed out.

“One! I’m sorry I’m such a mouthy slut!”

Smack!

“Two! I’m sorry I’m such a mouthy slut!”

Smack!

“Three! I’m sorry I’m such a mouthy slut!”

And on it went for fifteen full smacks, each hit upon your skin making you cry out, tears pouring down your cheeks as you felt Jimin release seven months worth of pent up frustration and need for disciplining you onto your skin, though true to his word it was never too much. Your whines had long turned into sobs, choking gasps leaving you as you tried to breathe through the pain and tears. The fifteenth and final smack ended with a sigh of deep pleasure from Jimin, his breaths coming a little faster as he rested his hands on your cheeks. He could feel the heat from the rapidly bruising skin enveloping his hands, making him gently rub soothing circles onto the stinging skin.

“Very well done, kitten. You took your punishment so well, especially for being new to this.” He leaned down to kiss each of your cheeks, his lips feeling like fire on your heated skin. The praise made you feel lightheaded, a shaky smile fixing itself on your lips as you reveled in knowing you’d pleased your new Sir.

“Thank you, Sir,” you said, hiccuping. He chuckled at that, smoothing his hands over your ass again.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Every proper punishment should end with that, hmm?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“But you’re not to cum until I say, is that clear?”

“I will do my best, Sir.” Your answer had him wrapping a hand around your throat, pulling you up off of the seat so he could look you in the eyes clearly while he restricted your air flow.

“No, no, kitten. You will not cum till I say. If you disobey me, well, you know what comes next.” You nodded in his hold, face reddening as he kept the air from entering your lungs. “Good. Let’s see if you’ll keep being a good girl for me.” He pushed you back down, setting your face against the bike seat with a forceful press to remind you of where you were to stay while he fucked you. “Release your elbows and grab the bike, kitten. You’re gonna need the stabilization.” Your immediate obedience had him smirking, loving the way he had you situated in front of him.

“God, what an obedient little slut you’ve become now that I’ve disciplined you. I just knew that you’d behave like a good girl once I put you in your proper place.” He took a step back from you to undo his belt buckle, the jingle of it ringing loudly before it was joined by the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

“Sir?” you called, trying to see him from your bent position.

“Yes, kitten?”

“Don’t you want me to get you wet?”

“Your whore cunt is plenty wet, kitten, don’t you worry. Besides, you don’t deserve to have my cock between your lips yet.” You pouted at that, making him chuckle as he pulled his jeans and boxers down to settle around his thick thighs. “In due time, kitten. Now. Wiggle your ass for me.” You listened immediately, shaking your hips side to side as you tried to tempt him to come closer to you. “Good girl, just like that. Fuck, your cunt is so wet. I can’t wait to taste you next time.” You shivered with the anticipation of it, moaning your agreement as you wiggled again.

You felt him come up to stand directly behind you, his body heat wrapping with yours in the cold night. He grabbed his dick, heavy and erect, and began rubbing it against your wet pussy lips. The contact of him against you was heaven, your eyes rolling as his dick brushed over your throbbing clit. Slowly, he thrust against you, getting your juices on him before he pulled back to spread it down the whole of his length with his palm, mixing it with the precum that beaded at the head of his dick.

Finally, he positioned himself at your entrance and sweet relief was all you knew as he pushed in, wasting no time to settle himself ballsdeep inside of you. You groaned as you were stretched around him, the girth of him filling you up deliciously and setting your nerves to twitching. You quickly realized, with a little bit of horror, that the spring in your belly was already ridiculously close to snapping, though. And as if he could hear your thoughts, Jimin leaned down to drape himself over you, wrapping his hand around your throat again as he settled his mouth against your ear.

“I can feel you twitching around my dick, kitten. Don’t you dare cum.” You nodded, unable to formulate words as you focused everything you had on not cumming. Satisfied, Jimin nodded once, pulling himself back up to grasp firmly onto your hips as he pulled out till only his head was inside of you before he snapped his hips forward, thrusting deeply into you and making you groan loudly. He repeated this several more times, the slow drag of his dick as he pulled out before shoving roughly back into you making your toes curl with each pump of his hips

He began to move faster as the pleasure filled him, making him pant slightly as your walls contracted around him. Your fingers were digging into the leather of the bike seat as he thrust into you, each rock of his hips shoving you against the bike and making your feet slip little by little. Your moans were still soft but then Jimin’s hands were squeezing deeper into your sides, his grip becoming bruising.

“Moan, kitten. Louder.” You gave up all pretenses of trying to be quiet at his command, your moans pouring forth from your lips as he fucked you, the slap of his skin against yours mixing loudly with the cries.

“Ah! Sir!”

“Just like that, kitten, mm, keep going. Do you like feeling my dick in your whore cunt?”

“Oh god, yes, Sir!”

“Mm, I should think so. You’re so wet for me, kitten.” You hummed your agreement, pressing your face further into the seat as he began to roll his hips into you, dick caressing your inner walls in maddening strokes. Without thought, your hips began to buck back into Jimin, unconsciously trying to reach that high that was forbidden to you. He watched you carefully, slowing his hips as he let you make your own pace for thrusting back onto him. He could feel you tightening around him with each rock, your whines picking up more and more.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!” Your mantra began to spill forth from your lips as your hips began to buck more erratically. Jimin tilted his head as he watched you, waiting for the moment he could feel you tightening just enough before he was suddenly pulling you off of him, ripping your orgasm away from you. You cry of denial was loud, filling the night as you tried to squirm back to get his dick back inside of you but a heavy slap on your ass made you quiet down immediately.

“Do you really want to be punished again, kitten?”

“No! I mean, yes! Maybe! Please, Sir! Fuck me!” He gave in to your request easily enough, though he waited a full excruciating thirty seconds before slipping back inside of you, his pace at once furious and rough. Your moans began again, your breaths uneven as you scrabbled for purchase on the bike. Jimin’s pants began to come faster, his hips thrusting into you hard enough to make the bike wobble dangerously. He leaned down, covering you with his upper body as he wrapped his hand around your throat, digging his fingers in as he began to nip and pull at your skin.

“You have a delicious cunt, kitten.” Your moan drowned out his own as you clenched down around his dick, your eyes rolling as he suddenly adjusted his feet to let him fuck up into you better

“Thank you, Sir,” you were able to gasp out though he quickly cut you off as he tightened his fingers around your neck. He nestled himself into your neck as he continued to fuck you, his mouth busy at work in marking you all up and down. In the back of your awareness, you distantly registered the sound of a vehicle approaching but could find no ability to fully acknowledge it in the presence of Jimin’s touch all over you and in you. He slipped his mouth back up to your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth, saying, “When I say cum, you’re going to cum, understood?” You nodded, breath quickly running out as each smack of his hips against yours knocked more and more of it out of you. His pants against your ear were driving you crazy, the low keening sound with each thrust singing to your body as you felt your high approach again, even quicker than before. You quickly reached for the hand that was on your throat, squeezing once to let him know.

“Beg, kitten.”

“Please! Oh, please, please, please! Please let me cum, Sir!”

“That’s my good girl,” he said before he slid his free hand into your hair, grabbing tight as he pulled you up and away from the bike, setting you against his chest. Your eyes opened in surprise and at the pain of the pull on your scalp, letting you see that pulled off to the side of the road was a truck. The very truck you’d heard and ignored, and its occupants inside, two older men on their way back from a trip to Seoul, sat in the cab of it, mouths and eyes wide open as they watched Jimin thrust forcefully into you. Your moan was loud, your eyes unable to look away from the two men, both horrified at being seen and indescribably turned on

“They can see me fucking you, kitten. They can see the way your filthy pussy is practically eating my dick.”

“Ah, angh, Sir!”

“Do you like that? Knowing that we have an audience?”

“Yes, Sir, I do!”

“Why am I not surprised? Such a dirty whore you are, getting off on being fucked senseless in front of strangers.” Your moans only increased at his words, your hands reaching back to cling onto him, finding purchase on the round curves of his ass. Your nails dug in as soon as you gripped him, making him hiss sharply into your ear.

“Cum. Now.”

You were given no choice as he snaked a hand down to your hips, reaching under you to press against your clit as he gave the command, the added pressure on your aching nerves sending you over the cliff. You groaned, long and loudly, as your body let your orgasm wash through you, drawn out by Jimin’s fingers rubbing you roughly and the roll of his hips into you. You were sensitive, so, so sensitive, but still, he continued. You began to cry again, the pleasure and overstimulation driving you mad as you tried to get away from his touch but his strength prevented it. Your whimpers suddenly faltered as you felt a second orgasm suddenly appear, washing over you with blinding numbness, leaving you boneless in Jimin’s grip.

Only a few strokes later, you felt his hips thrust against you in a broken rhythm, his own pants against your ear turning to soft whines as he finally let himself cum. The hot, white strings of his cum coated your walls, making your body give a lackluster shiver as you felt it. The strength Jimin had for holding you up steadily dissipated and he slowly sunk down to his knees, bringing you with him as he kept you pulled tight against his hips. You sat on his lap as the both of you tried to recover, you much more of a mess than he was. You let your head flop over to the side, resting against his shoulder as you watched dazedly as the men in the truck shot the both of you thumbs up before driving off, both eager to get home to whack off to the scene they’d just witnessed. Jimin chuckled into your neck where he’d kept his head, his nose gently running up and down your skin as he littered the hickey-covered skin with small licks and kisses.

“How are you feeling, kitten?”

“Is this heaven?” His laugh was a ridiculously cute one, ruining the image he had constructed as a Dominant before he quickly pulled it back with a sharp bite on your lobe.

“Something close to it, I suspect.” He helped you stand after a few more minutes, pulling his jeans back up after cleaning himself with a bandana he pulled from one of the saddle bags. As he finished buckling himself back up, he looked at you with a smirk, enjoying the way you looked completely and utterly ruined by him. Your skirt was still pushed high onto your waist, your jacket askew and your hair a mess. Your makeup was smeared terribly, mascara tear tracks covering your cheeks from how much he’d made you cry. His cum was still nestled deep inside you, though he could see a bit of it seeping over your lips and down over your thighs. He approached you calmly, cockily, his gaze yet again predatory as he stopped once there was but a few scant inches separating you. He reached out, cupping your pussy, sore and sticky with the mixture of your cum and his, and he grinned. “This,” he began, fingers gripping you warmly as he leaned in till his nose was touching yours, his eyes locked on your own, “is mine now. Mine to fuck, mine to use as I please. No one else’s. Not even yours. Understood?” He waited for you to nod your understanding and agreement before he squatted down, gently tapping on your thighs for you to spread them wider so he could clean you more easily.

“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered, cheeks blushing as he looked up at you from his crouch, his gaze purely possessive as he wiped his cum from your pussy lips. When he was finished he stood back up, inhaling deeply the scent of you on his bandana before he leaned in close, ever so lightly brushing his lips against your own in your first kiss of the night.

“Anything for my kitten.”

Your commute to work the following morning was a bit of a difficult one, your legs still wobbly from the intense fucking you’d received the night before. After you’d been thoroughly fucked and owned by Park Jimin, he’d taken you home, making sure you’d gotten safely inside before he left for his own place. Sleep had been one of the deepest you’d had in quite some time, your body so wonderfully sated you nearly slept through your alarm. Looking at yourself in the mirror while getting dressed had been dangerous, your eyes scanning the whole of your front before turning to look at your back, hot arousal spreading through your limbs as you took in the sight of your bruises from Jimin. Your ass cheeks were especially appealing, the both of them discolored black and blue and still smarting from the feel of his slaps on the skin, making it uncomfortable to sit down for longer than a few minutes at the most. Your hips and waist were equally bruised, the lingering impressions of the grip he’d held you tight with staring up at you in the light of your bathroom.

Never, ever, in the time you’d been sexually active had you been with so rough a partner, especially on a one-night stand. But as you lingered in your bathroom, lightly tracing over the bruises with your fingertips, breaths escaping in soft hisses, you found your body aching for more. You found yourself hoping Jimin would pull you aside as soon as you got to work, shove you up against the nearest wall, and fuck you so hard, so fast, till you couldn’t remember your name again. It was with this hope for more that you pushed yourself to get ready, choosing a sinfully tight pencil skirt that would allow for optimal groping, though you did have to wear a turtleneck to hide the uncountable amount of hickeys he had left. You knew that since he’d claimed you as his submissive, he was liable to take you at any moment. You found absolutely no issue with this, bouncing with eagerness as best you could as you walked.

Shuffling into work, winces distorting your face every few steps, you quickly made your way to the elevators and up to your office’s floor, setting down your things for the day. You made your way through the floor’s pathways, greeting your coworkers in their cubicles as you weaved your way towards the other side of the floor, towards him. Turning the corner that would let you see into his cubicle, you froze. He was back to Office Park Jimin, complete with a tucked in button-up done up to the neck, baggy khakis that didn’t fit his frame, and glasses that were too big for his face. Hell, he’d even brushed back his hair this morning with way too much gel, letting his hair lie boringly flat against his head, hiding again his gorgeous forehead and brows. You couldn’t help but deflate as you took in the full underwhelming sight of him, trying hard to connect the Jimin in front of you with the Jimin from last night, your Sir.

“___? You okay?” Junho’s voice coming from your left pulled you back to the present, making you blink several times as you noticed that Junho had come up beside you, Gyungjoo and Shion with him as they partook of their morning coffee. You blinked at him blankly, twisting your head back around to see Jimin was now looking up at you, his expression bewildered and confused as to why you were standing in front of his cubicle.

“___?” Shion called this time, placing a hand on your shoulder to grab your attention. You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself awake. Of course, Jimin wouldn’t look like he did last night. He’d told you. Work was work and he had no interest in letting it bleed over into his personal life. Except when it came to fucking you, your conscious whispered gleefully. You shook your head again, turning to shoot a calming smile at your worried coworkers.

“Sorry, guys! I’ve only had a single cup of coffee. It hit me a bit hard just now.” They all nodded understandingly, Junho and Gyungjoo leading the way as they began marching back towards the break room. Shion wrapped her arm through yours, tugging on you gently to get you moving with her.

“Let’s go get that fixed, then. We have a big project to work on today and we all need to be at our best, hmm?” She leaned back to quirk an eyebrow at Jimin, seeing him still frozen as he watched your retreating figures. “Um… good luck today, Park.” You turned your head to see him blush, nodding rapidly as he began busying himself with loose things on his desk. Shion tsked softly, rolling her eyes at the mouse of a man and began moving again, pulling you with her. You chanced one last look back, desperate to see just even one glimpse of the man you’d seen last night.

His head was bowed, hands coming up to grab his glasses to wipe clean with a cloth. Feeling your eyes on him again, he looked up, vision unhindered by the lenses. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth while he purposefully and slowly let his eyes travel the length of your body, taking in your sinfully tight clothes with a clear look of want and possessiveness. Returning to your face, he slowly raised a finger to his lips, giving you the universal sign for silence, winking at you once before he turned away with a smirk. You followed his lead, turning back around quickly, trying to force down the blush that was threatening to spread across your features. Jimin wanted his personal life kept separate from work. You could respect that. You would have to respect that as his kitten.

It would just have to be your little secret.

#HELP. The new Jimin MV made me think of this Jimin. Waah help. Help #I said that Jimin is the kind of guy you do bad things with at night and then be prim and proper with - the next day in the office.#the MV waah #okay bye #back to my inactive phase here

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