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soft4gguk · 1 year

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doom boy | knj

Description: idol!namjoon x reader

Content: pwp. 18+

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: dom!namjoon, switch!reader, bratty reader, brat tamer namjoon oof!!, oral (m. receiving), fingering, protected sex, like two little slaps on the cheek (namjoon best boy tho i promise), ass slapping, pet names & use of the word ‘slut’, lil secret relationship?? gasp

Author’s Note: namjoon is bias wrecking me i think that should be excuse enough. sexy nukim performance that nobody prepared us for?? he's just so tall and buff it’s making me sick. @angsttd this one’s for u baby 🫡 here to serve u.

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doom boy

When Eva’s eyes leave yours mid-sentence, your initial instinct is to follow her gaze, slightly puzzled as to what could’ve possibly caught her attention. Yes, you were in a room full of A-list celebrities, stars if you will, but it’s not like your job didn’t require you to mingle with said stars on the daily. It was hard to star-struck you at this point – not to mention Eva, who had quite literally sent out the invites to this party. She’d been responsible for the guest list, too.

It’s then you realize she’s not star-struck, no. She’s meticulously calculating her next move.

“I didn’t think they’d come,” she says, more to herself than to you.

You smile, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Ah…”

“Does he know I know? About the two of you, I mean.”

“Yeah. I mean, you did walk in on us.”

She pleads with her eyes, apologetic though she knows there’s no malice behind your words, just teasing. “You’ll make me take that to the grave now, won’t you?”

“If I don’t, the NDA certainly will.”

“He’s walking this way…” her voice is slightly frantic and she stares down at the bar, eyes shooting daggers at the vodka soda she tightly grips to.

“Just him?”

“No. Hobi’s with him.”

“That’s good. Less suspicious that way.”

Eva doesn’t know how it is you’re keeping your composure in times like these. She doesn’t know how you look so effortlessly unaffected by it, by him. It’s almost as if you were expecting it – the magnetic pull with which he seems to be walking towards you.

It’s Hoseok the one that takes the lead, walking right in front of Namjoon and greeting the two of you with a smile.

“Eva, ___!” He’s bubbly and it’s contagious and you can’t help but smile. Eva relaxes visibly, too.

“Hobi, so glad you could make it,” Eva says, turning to Namjoon who catches up, now standing between you and Hoseok. “The both of you!”

“Our pleasure.” Namjoon’s voice makes you crack a smile that he doesn’t see, eyes focused on the way you twirl your straw around your fizzy gin & tonic.

It’s small talk at first, mostly work related, serving as easy disguise, Eva and Hobi your accomplices as you begin to feel a shift in his body, that pull inevitably intoxicating now. It’s hard to fight it, let alone ignore it.

He leans against the counter, eyes looking ahead at the myriad of liquor bottles adorning the wall adjacent to the bar. When he talks, it’s only for you to hear.

“I have to rely on pure coincidence to see you nowadays.”

You smile. “I’ve been busy.”

“Oh, I know.”

“So have you, let’s not point fingers.”

He likes that, the assuredness with which you speak and the way your voice rarely falters, even when he can see the effect his proximity is starting to have on you. Your instincts get the best of you, and you can’t help but be grateful they did because when you finally face him, he’s looking at you, too. That signature smile adorning his face, the one that dimples his cheeks and meets his eyes a little too dreamily; like it was written with the outmost attention to detail by someone that was just as smitten as you. Only you’re not good with words, not in a way that would do the feeling honor at least.

“Are you staying much longer?”

“No.” It’s barely audible, just for him to hear. “You?”

“I’m performing.”

“That’s a pleasant surprise. Maybe I’ll stick around long enough to catch it.”

He smirks, innocently in the eyes of anyone that isn’t you. “I do like to grant you a pleasant time.”

You look away, eyes back on your drink before you’re bringing it over to your lips, a sip of liquid courage that you prolong for more reasons than one.

“Right,” you smile at him, a little too boldly, it almost makes him nervous. “I’m walking away now…”

That smile is still there as you turn around, stealing one last glance at him, the one that lets him know this is not where your evening ends. The one that sees you off with a promise. He tells himself to stop staring, to focus elsewhere the moment your back faces him but he’s too weak to listen to the voices of reason inside his head.

You’re beautiful, tempting, alluring and all of the words in the dictionary his mind scavenges for. Namjoon is good with words and he’d find them all if it meant doing you justice.

He eventually loses you in the crowd, hair falling over your shoulders and back, a tight little dress hugging you perfectly and it’s then he’s made aware the next couple of hours could very well be torture as he stands so close, yet so far away from you.

You pride yourself in two things in this life: your work ethic and your poker face. You’ve come to realize that when working the field you do, the latter comes in handy to power said work ethic. Keeping it professional, but most importantly, keeping yourself unfazed. It’s a wave that ripples until it oozes confidence, another much needed trait in this industry.

Right now, all your assets are failing you.

It’s not like you were expecting the lyrics girl we can keep it low while we do the ride to be accompanied by innocent stage presence but alas, you’re surprised. And yes, it’s pleasant, only unpleasantly so as you try to keep your cool as the entire room rumbles in cheers, screams and what you’re pretty sure are a couple of moans and whimpers here and there. You get it, you do. But you can’t exactly join the frenzied state of the girls and boys alike. No – you’re holding more than just attraction for him. You hold a secret.

He's sexy, confident, head rolling to the beat of the song and God when your eyes scan his body it’s hard for you to actually comprehend his proportions. Taller than most and lean, so lean yet buff. His clothes fit him like they’re painted on and you’re glad you’re not his stylist because you’d be out of a job by now. You can’t help but praise whoever took the executive decision to put him in a turtle neck, though, convinced that not even you could’ve done the job so exquisitely.

You lock gazes, if only for a second and when your mind stops spiralling over the little moment you held you cuss it out. Dismissing it, reminding yourself that this not the time, nor is it the place. Reminding yourself that in reality, cruel as it is, it never is the time or the place for the little dynamic you two have developed over the past three months.

But the moment he comes off stage and his gaze finds yours yet again, this time for longer, you know you’re doomed.

Pun intended.

You don’t mind it. The sneaking around, the fact that he’s essentially taking you home but in two different cars, the extra security and having to seal whatever happens behind closed doors with a signature. None of it matters because the moment you step through the door that he shuts behind you, he’s concealing you from it all, and with every step he takes to close the distance between your bodies, he distances you from reality. At least from the one that involves this messy situation that at times feels like an arrangement.

Not now, though. No. Right now it feels like the very last memory you have of his soft lips on yours, of the way he tasted and the way your breath hitched, electrifyingly so. You crave it now more than ever, but you’re not one to beg – at least not right away.

He takes one last step forward and there it is, the way your body gives you away, a heaved breath leaving you and when it does, your chests touch. He looks down at where your bodies connect for the first time today, eyes finding yours a second after.

“Want you,” he says, voice raspy as his hand wraps around your wrist gently, traveling down until his fingers are intertwined with yours. “Want you since I last had you.”

“Yeah?” He knows the question is rhetorical but he nods anyways, the sigh you let out fanning across his lips.

“Fuck, ___. Let me have you.”

“You can have me.”

The hand that once gently held yours now finds its way tangled in your tresses of hair, exploring for all but a second before he’s tightening his grip, bringing you closer until your lips are touching, but he doesn’t kiss you. Not yet.

“Can I? Will you be good?”

Your lips part, eyes closing, silently begging for a kiss but all it earns you is a harsh pull, his lips now too far away for your liking.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll be good.”

“Why should I believe you? You’re such a little brat, baby. Had to tame it out of you the last time.” He brings his lips to your neck, placing a soft kiss on your warm skin as his palm loses its grip, fingers gently massaging your scalp.

“I promise I’ll be good, Namjoon. I’ll be good for you. Please.”

His hand wraps around the back of your neck, softly pulling you to him until he’s placing a peck on your plump lips. Your breath is erratic, pulse raising at the mere contact and you want more. You need more.

“Please,” you plead.

“Yeah? You’re asking so nicely. You know I can’t say no to you, baby.”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, shaking your head, agreeing with him to your favour. “N-no.”

“I could never say no to you.” His voice loses that edge for a second, eyes staring into yours, telling you things your dizzy state can’t quite read but there’s no need for it. It all falls into bliss the moment his lips are on yours, with force this time. You melt into him, lips parting to let him in, his teeth nipping at your bottom one before his tongue soothes the action. You want his lips everywhere, his mark, too. He kisses you like he’s mentally mapping everything he's going to do to you and the anticipation becomes sweet torture.

His free arm wraps around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer as your hands find his hair, fingers getting tangled in the locks.

“Fuck, you’ve any idea how hard it was to perform with you in my direct line of vision?”

“No,” it’s an honest answer. You hadn’t even noticed that he could see you from up there.

His palm closes around your fingers, his own getting lost in his hair for a second before he’s bringing both your hands down and in between your bodies until you’re palming his cock over the tight fabric of his slacks. He tightens your grip until you can make the shape of him perfectly with your touch. It makes you salivate.

“Did I paint you a picture?”

“Fuck. Want you in my mouth. Please.”

“On your knees, baby.”

You slide your body down the wooden door, a bit sloppily, out of character even and he lets out a chuckle, raising an eyebrow as he sees you struggle a bit to get on a comfortable position on your knees. The hardwood makes it hard. His fingers tangle on your hair again, bending over at the waist until he’s smashing your lips against his.

“I’ll kiss them better afterwards. Promise.”

With sweet words and a kiss to your cheek, he lets you continue, eyes fixed on the way you fiddle with his belt buckle for a second before you’re freeing him from the constraint around his waist. When you undo the button of his pants, your hand pulls his shirt up until a little bit of his abdomen is exposed, soft yet firm as you place a kiss on the tanned skin. His breath hitches in anticipation, the feel of your lips against him already driving him crazy and his cock is not even out of his boxer briefs yet.

“No teasing, ___.”

“I’m not,” you look up at him, agile fingers pulling his zipper down, palm closing around his clothed cock until he’s hissing. “Just like to take my time with you.”

“Hah-,” his words are lost the moment your teeth nibble at the band of his Calvin’s, warm breath hitting the sensitive skin of his pelvis. He feels like someone wired his every fucking nerve, so very supple to you. “We don’t learn, do we?”

You shake your head, a smug little smirk adorning your face as you rejoice in the way he’s complying the more your mouth travels south. His pants come down to his thighs, boxers following right after until you’re met with the very object of your desire.

Namjoon has the prettiest cock you’ve ever laid eyes on. Your hand wraps so perfectly around it, his size ensuring your fingers barely touch and his length guaranteeing a long, thick stripe from your tongue – base to tip until it’s wet enough for your hand to glide comfortably.

“Fuck,” his hand leans against the door, eyes following your every move, not wanting to miss the way your pretty lips wrap around his crown, tongue circling around the sensitive skin until you’re pulling a throaty moan out of him.

You look up as your tongue laps at him, big eyes feigning innocence as you leave little kitten licks that tease him for long enough to catch him off guard, hand placed at his base as you force yourself down his dick until the tip is hitting the back of your throat, your gag reflex only making things harder for Namjoon who has to take a deep breath to stop himself from blowing his load right then and there.

“You’re such a fucking minx,” he’s surprised he manages to get the sentence out in one breath, patience running low but his fun intensifying as you moan around his cock. If you didn’t have a mouthful right now, he could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile forming at your lips. Hands tightening on your hair, he pulls you away in one swift tug, smirking when drool drips down your chin as you try to catch your breath.

“You like me there, baby? Want me deep?”

“Yes, please.”

He grabs the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your tongue when you open up for him again.

“Hm. Should I fuck your mouth since you want to get brave?”

“Yes.” When you nod, his grip on your hair tightens.

“Open up.”

You comply, laying your tongue flat and taking a deep breath before you start taking him inch by inch. The thrust of his hips is slow at first, a sensual pace that has you bringing your legs closer together, but soon enough he picks up pace, making you gag with every jerk of his hips.

“Shit, that feels so good.” Your eyes begin to water, throat clenching around his crown. “You can take it, baby. Take it like my good little slut.”

You moan around his cock, the vibrations sending a dangerous signal all the way to his balls and he has to pull you off him to stop himself from coming – breathing erratic and chest flushed. Fuck, he could die this way and go happily. You look so fucked out, and all for him.

He helps you up, getting down on his own knees the moment you’re on your feet. You giggle, rolling your eyes at his sudden change of demeanour.

“Promised I’d kiss them better.” He places gentle kisses on both your knees, his palms rubbing the red skin soothingly. “I can kiss anywhere you want me to and make it better.”

Your fingers get lost in his dark hair, eyes closing in pleasure as his hand snakes in between your thighs. You love the foreplay, his tongue and his fingers and the way they move so expertly around you but you don’t think you have the patience for it today. You have to fuck him. Now.

“Need you inside me, Joonie.”

“Wanna taste you, baby.”

“Please,” you whine. “I’m so wet.”

He bites his lip, eyes on yours as his hand travels further up, eyes widening and gaze darkening the moment he comes into contact with your naked cunt. You whimper when his fingers part your lips, digits gathering your slick before they tease your clit, not quite putting the pressure you need into it, just a feather light touch.

“What’s this, huh?”

“M-my dress was too t-tight,” you say, shaky breaths leaving you.

“Hm, that’s right. So fucking tight, leaves pretty much nothing to the imagination.” His lips come into contact with your hips, biting over the fabric and you hiss, the burning feeling mixing with the pleasure.

He stands up, coming face to face with you before he’s motioning over to his bedroom with a cock of his head, slapping your ass when you take the lead, knowing your way around his home rather well at this point considering he’d fucked you in most hard surfaces.

You remove your dress upon entering his room, relieved to have the tight fabric off your body. You throw yourself onto his huge bed, crawling towards the pillows to get comfortable. He’s got other plans, though.

“Ah, not so fast. Stay there, baby.”

You simply smile at him, turning around so he can see you as you lay flat on the soft mattress, fingers lightly skimming your warm skin as you let him take you in. The dim light gives him a perfect view of you and you’re well aware that if this was any other man, you’d be too in your head to enjoy his eyes on you, but it’s Namjoon. His eyes dancing all over your naked body sends a rush of excitement pooling at your lower belly, and when his gaze finds your face and he smiles fondly, the feeling pools at your chest.

He fully discards of his pants and boxers, shirt following not too long after and when his knee hits the mattress as he begins to make his way towards you, you take the time to take him in. He looks even more toned than the last time, if that’s even possible. Forearm flexing as he strokes his cock, thick thighs clenching as he makes himself feel good to the sight of you.

His legs pry yours open as he stands between them, gaze dropping to your glistening cunt.

“I love it when you get this wet,” his thumb circles your clit, traveling down to your center and then back up, easing the glide the more you gush for him. His voice is throaty when he says, “prettiest pussy.”

“Mm, ‘s yours,” your voice is airy, dreamy even as your eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping you when his ring and middle finger enter you.

“Feel good, princess?”

“Y-yes, fuck- can’t wait to have your cock inside of me. Please, Namjoon. Need you inside.”

“How badly?”

Before you can get words out, his fingers hook inside of you, hitting that spot immediately, making you buck your hips and let out a high-pitched moan. “So fucking badly, baby- please.”

“Ride me.”

“Shit- yes.”

You’re eager, that much he can tell. Probably thinking that control has been handed back to you as you confidently push him towards his sea of pillows and swiftly throw a leg around his body, straddling him.

He pats the mattress around him until he finds the condom he’d thrown onto the bed before discarding his pants, bringing the shiny foil square to his lips and carefully ripping it open. You take the condom from him, rolling it down his shaft expertly, and a little impatiently, one hand leaning against his chest as the other guides his cock to your center, teasing yourself a few times before you begin to sink into him.

You both throw your heads back, falling into the pleasure. It feels so good, so much so it doesn’t take you by surprise when you say,

“I feel so close already,” moaning as you roll your hips against his.

His big palms grip at the flesh, stalling your movements which earns him a scowl from you.

“You cum when I say you can.”

“Joonie, please-” your voice is saccharine sweet but the attempts are unsuccessful, moan hitching on your throat as he thrusts into you with force, hand tangled in your hair once again. “F-fuck, baby.”

“God, you feel so good. Tightest pussy. Wanna fuck you forever.”

He’s merciless, fucking into you at an inhumane speed, with a force that you didn’t even think was possible from this angle, either. You can barely wrap your head around a thought, let alone articulate words as Namjoon leaves you a babbling mess on top of him.

“You’re gonna make me c-cum- you’re gonna make me cum if you go that fast, please.”

He thinks it’s cute, the desperate little tilt to your voice, eyes struggling to stay open as they lock on his, pleading for mercy. His hand travels down your ass, groping the plump skin for a second before he’s delivering a hard slap that has your back arching, his name getting caught in your throat as you mewl in pleasure. His hips don’t stop their obliterating pace and your legs begin to shake as you start to hold back from coming.

“Namjoon.” It’s a warning, head falling forward as your thighs close around his waist.

“Be good, ___.”

“I-I can’t it feels too good, fuck!” you outright scream.

“Thought you could get away- with being a brat huh, baby?” you can feel the strain in his voice, both from the physical exertion and the way his balls threaten to tip him over the edge anytime now. Your eyes flutter closed and he stops.

“What are you doing,” your question is frantic, so fucking close to your high you can feel it in your tongue.

“Ride me, baby.”

Your hips begin to move, as slowly as you can muster but Namjoon knows your body too well, he knows you know how to get yourself off expertly with his cock and it’s soon enough that you’re crying out, a desperate little whisper.

“I’ll cum.”

“Look at me, ___.” He says, and when you don’t comply, too fucked out to hold eye contact, he grabs a hold of your jaw. “Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, fuck, I want to be a good girl for you.”

“Mm, yeah. I know you can do it, baby. Come on.” His grip tightens and you know what’s coming. Your gaze gives him the permission he needs, his big palm cupping your cheek, sweetly at first before he’s drawing it back slightly, slapping the flushed skin until you’re moaning.

“Choke me,” you say, and he complies after another little slap to your cheek, big hands wrapping around your neck, just the right amount of force to have you feeling airy and just the good amount of lightheaded.

“You’re so sexy, princess. So fucking beautiful, too.” He tightens his grip around your neck ever so slightly as he brings your lips down to his. “Wanna cum?”

You don’t break the kiss. “Yes, please.”

“Cum, baby. Cum around this cock.”

You don’t need more encouragement than that, body relaxing as he loosens the grip on your throat, letting go fully as your orgasm hits you in the most mind-blowing waves of pleasure. You moan into his mouth, pulling at his hair as your body shakes on top of his.

“Fuck, ___. I’m gonna cum.” You kiss him, throaty groans against your lips sending your mind into a frenzy as he shoots into the condom.

Your bodies grow weak, breathing erratic as little giggles leave the two of you, too fucked silly to even ask what it is you both find so funny – all you know is that it always seems to be the aftermath of your escapades. This inexplicable giddy feeling filling your senses, euphoric almost.

If you weren’t too drunk in lust it’d scare you.

“Wanna shower? Have some ramen? Fucking hate the finger food at those parties.”

“Want me to relay the message to my bosses?”

He laughs, leaning in to kiss you, deep and full of something you can’t quite decipher.

“I’ll wait for you in the shower.”

He pecks your lips once again and makes his way to his ensuite bathroom.

You lay there for a while, deep in aimless thoughts that you know will land you nowhere but back in his arms, in the same dynamic, the same secret.

Yet you don’t care.

Doom seems to be blissful when it comes to him.

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no longer strangers | jjk

Description: jungkook x inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers, summer love au, jk’s a photography major <3

Content: pwp. 18+

Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: sweet, soft, loving and lots of kissing, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dirty talk, sweet talk, oc's inexperienced and jungkook talks her through it, fingering, unprotected sex (be smart).

Author’s Note: I had a dream about something that went kind of like the way this story goes :) it felt so summer and sweet I had to write away... so here it is, hope u enjoy! please let me know if u do x ily <3

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no longer strangers

The sun touches everything in its wake, merciless even as dusk threatens to fall.

“It’s melting,”

“Huh?”

“Your lolly,” Alex says.

“Oh,”

You make quick work of your reflexes, lips closing around your thumb as they catch the zesty flavour of the lemon ice cream that melts over your skin. The summer heat works faster though, the juices dripping down your wrist, sugary thickness coating the single gold chain you’ve worn around it since you’ve had memory.

Too focused on cleaning the sticky mess, your eyes divert from the crowd of people ahead, suddenly startled when you look up and your friends are out of sight – nothing but strangers taking up your line of vision. Some don’t spare you a glance, others look exasperated, trying to walk past you as your steps falter slightly.

You almost miss it – the gaze of one stranger in particular, a fateful chance threatening to get lost amongst many. But fate says you won’t, and your eyes meet his. It’s for a brief second at first, what makes up a heartbeat, but it’s so pulling you can’t help but glance back, your frantic eyes looking for his. Why? you don’t know, but when they finally meet, you don’t question it much either.

You don’t smile, just stand in place for a second that feels an eternity long as you look at him. He glances back too, the ghost of a timid smile forming on his lips that you can’t quite make up amidst the chaos Saturday nights bring to your small town, tourists filling the narrow streets, markets overflowing, restaurants packed. The signs of summer paint the white walls in screaming color and just like that, he’s out of sight.

“There you are!” Jimin says, his hand closing around your wrist and wincing at the stickiness that touches him.

You look at him, slightly puzzled, but then return the relieved smile that adorns his face.

“Sorry, got distracted.”

“It’s way too packed in here,” Alex says, looking around as if contemplating her next move. “Should we just get some food and head back home?”

“Yeah, let’s eat outside, make the most of the daylight.” Jimin adds.

It takes the three of you a while to settle on what to eat, and once you all agree that pizza is the universally loved choice, you make your way to the family-owned restaurant you’ve been frequenting since you were children. It’s a small, take-away only place that feels to you like a local’s treasure – never too packed with tourists this time of year, familiar and delicious. You don’t have to browse through the menu when you get there, the warm smile behind the counter way too familiar with your order by now, making small chat as you all hunt for cash in your bags and pockets until you make up the total and pay her. She says the pizza will be ready in thirty minutes and with that, you’re back to killing time.

You walk through the markets, aimlessly browsing through the stalls and artisan shops, making small talk with the vendors that also happen to be neighbours and old family friends.

Your fingers skim through the soft cotton fabric of a pretty white dress that hangs neatly on one of the racks, eyeing the details, the pretty embroidered flowers at the hem and on the thin straps. You’re lost in your own world once again, so much so that you barely hear Alex’s voice when she says,

“Are you like, following us or something?”

Jimin’s eyes widen in shock and a bit of embarrassment and when you turn around you can see that he’s blushing, and when your eyes follow his line of vision they widen too, cheeks warming up and tinting a pretty shade of red.

“Uh… n-no, no, of course not.” The boy’s deep voice answers back, visibly flustered by her straightforwardness.

Next to him is the stranger. Your stranger.

Alex eyes him for a second, deciding whether she believes him or not. She sees no menace in his soft eyes so she gives, “fine. It’s just that this is the third time we bump into you two… and tourists can be little creeps at times.”

He raises his hands up in defeat, giving her a warm smile before he says, “no creepy behaviour taking place here. Just two lost boys in a very small town.”

“Oh, are you lost?” Jimin asks.

“No, not really… just out of things to do. I’m Taehyung, by the way, and this is my friend Jungkook.”

Jungkook is his name, your stranger’s name, though now you know his name so you reckon he doesn’t hold the title of stranger anymore.

“Alex,” she introduces herself, turning to her sides as she says, “This is Jimin, and this is ___.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Taehyung says, turning to his friend and giving him a look that makes Jungkook shoot a smile your way.

Jimin smiles, ever so social. “What are you guys doing here anyways? There’s nothing exciting about this town.”

“Ah, but it is beautiful. We’re photography majors, you see,” he points at the camera that hangs around his neck. It’s only now that you notice Jungkook holds one, too. “It’s picture perfect, only we’ve photographed about every corner there is.”

“Hah, I’m sure that’s not entirely true, if you’re anything like these tourists.” Alex retorts.

“Regardless, we need subjects,” at this she frowns, not really following. “What do you guys do for fun?”

“This.” Alex opens her arms, as if presenting the boy with the world.

Jimin, on the other hand, is in a much friendlier mood. “Actually… there is one place…”

Taehyung will not admit that he was hoping he’d say that. Neither will he admit that even though they weren’t necessarily following you guys, he was slightly pulled by your little trio, not able to help himself as he kept gravitating towards you. He’ll even confess that having Alex approach him first, even as ominously as she did, felt thrilling. Like their first fix of excitement in days, he couldn’t help but be drawn in immediately, even as he felt Jungkook grow more nervous by the minute the longer he stood behind him.

“Oh?” He feigns a little indifference, but Jimin can see the glimmer in his eyes.

“Where exactly are you talking about?” Alex turns to him, narrowing her eyes at the blonde boy that’s way too busy shooting glimmering gazes back at what he already considers his new friend.

“Are you guys up for a walk? And some pizza…”

“We’ve got a car, actually.” Taehyung says.

“Even better, then. Let’s go.”

Alex rolls her eyes, but can’t help it when a smile adorns her features, already feeling that excitement bubbling up inside of her because she knows exactly where Jimin is taking them. You know, too, never one to have much of a say in things, for no other reason than liking to go with the flow, preferring the spontaneity that comes from sitting back and enjoying whatever ride lays ahead. So, you simply follow.

You pick up the pizza, still scolding hot in your palms even through the green and red box that holds it. The smell is almost intoxicating as you make your way a couple of streets down until you reach their car, one you recognize in a heartbeat. The beat up, white jeep that you’ve personally never seen without the top down, rain or shine, is one you’re, once again, familiar with.

Alex recognizes it, too, and soon enough she’s saying, “why are you driving Mrs. Kim car?”

Taehyung chuckles at this, opening the passenger’s door to let her in, amused by her hesitancy to step inside the car.

“That’s because Mrs. Kim is my aunt.”

“Shit, no way?” Jimin muses.

“Yup. She’s away on vacation right now… a lifelong dream of visiting Portugal has finally come to fruition, so I’m house sitting. And dog sitting. And plant sitting. Oh, and I brought Jungkook along with me, of course.”

“I hope you’re doing a good job – your aunt has the most beautiful garden. It’s like this town’s treasure.”

“Oh, Jungkook’s in charge of the garden, actually. He talks to the plants and everything.”

You can see the way Jungkook’s cheeks flush, timid eyes glued to the ground as he lets out a little huff, dismissing his friend.

You find yourself in the backseat, sat right in the middle with Jimin to your left and Jungkook to your right. You still can’t manage glances his way, too embarrassed, wondering if he recognized you from before. You were slightly certain he did, all too aware you were probably gawking at the poor boy that seems to match your timidness, or worse, double it.

“Everyone buckled up back there?” Taehyung glances at you through the rear-view mirror and you offer him a thumbs up. “Alright! Where to?”

“Drive, Mr. Photographer. I’ll lead the way. But before I do, you have to keep a promise.” Alex says.

“What promise?”

“More than a promise, a secret.”

“A secret?” He yells, the wind picking up and muffling everything around you.

“Yes! Trust us, you’ll want to keep it!” Jimin adds.

“Fine,” he says. “I promise to keep the secret.”

You all laugh, not quite sure at what or why, perhaps simply enjoying the simplicity of the fateful encounter.

Enjoying the ride.

Jungkook sees it now, why this was worth a vow to secrecy. He’s wide eyed as they climb up the hill, the sky feeling a lot closer to him the more they get closer to the top. The blue hues above begin to tint yellow – golden. It’s perfect. The light, the green of the grass, the treasure that stands by his feet when they make it up.

The pool is old, rusty around the edges with fallen leaves adorning the blue water. It’s oddly placed at the top of a hill, well-hidden by the deserted location and the tall tree that shades its rounded corner. He reckons that if he were really high up, it’d be a blue dot amongst a sea of green.

“Woah,” is all he can say when you come to a stop, forming a half circle yourselves as you take it all in.

“This is our spot. This is what we do for fun.” Alex says, matter-of-factly.

“We don’t know where it came from, or why it’s just… here. But ever since we found it, we’ve been taking care of it. Kinda,” Jimin chuckles, taking in the state of the water that’s covered in fallen green leaves.

“When did you find it?” Taehyung asks, taking a couple of test shots.

“It was our junior year of high school…,” you say, speaking for the first time. You can feel Jungkook’s eyes on you, cheeks heating up at the mere notion. “We weren’t allowed to go this far out back then so it felt rebellious. There was nothing thrilling about said rebellion so we climbed this hill to watch the sunset and… this found us instead.”

“It’s not much. But it’s ours.” Alex chimes in.

“So,” Taehyung starts, turning to the three of you. “Wanna be our subjects?”

“You wanna photograph us?” You can hear the shock in Jimin’s voice when he says this.

“Yeah, why not? It’s your spot anyways. We’ll keep the location anonymous if we ever were to publish, but as of now, it’s mostly for fun. You in?”

“And what would you exactly photograph?” Alex asks.

“Well, what do you normally do when you’re here?”

She eyes Taehyung, a bit hesitant to answer his question in fear that it won’t be as thrilling as he’d hope for.

“We swim, watch the sunset… eat pizza, talk about everything and nothing at all. Not much, it’s not really-”

But Taehyung doesn’t let her finish. “It’s perfect.”

She doesn’t give herself too much time to think about it, giving a small nod before she’s removing her top and denim shorts, leaving her in a pair of lacey black underwear. You can tell Jungkook and Taehyung are surprised by her bold actions, but neither you or Jimin bat an eye at this, already well accustomed to her wild nature.

She plunges into the water, a perfectly executed dive Jungkook wishes he would’ve captured, slightly puzzled and suddenly slow in his movements as he tries to wrap his head around her bold actions. Alex is a beautiful girl, and she has a spark to her that’s hard to miss – mysterious, siren eyes and a witty mind, all contrasting and fascinating at the same time.

This is all enticing, yes, but what has Jungkook’s mind in a frenzy is you. The stranger that he locked eyes with in the busy street just short of an hour prior to this.

You’re beautiful, in ways that he can’t yet read but that pull him in like nothing has ever before. He thinks he might be exaggerating the idea of you, so he takes a quick glance in your direction and quickly enough, this thought is dismantled.

Your eyes are soft, much like your face that’s framed in your silky long hair, half of which is lazily but delicately being held back by a white ribbon, some stray strands dancing in the wind. And then you laugh at the way Jimin follows Alex’s steps right away, t-shirt and shorts joining her pile and meeting the same fate as he not so graciously jumps into the water. It’s barely there, but he hears the soft chuckle that leaves you, his heart tightening at the sound.

He wonders if you’ll join them – fuck, he wishes you would. You’re wearing a white dress that ends at your thighs, dancing dangerously with the wind and when Jungkook’s eyes give in and he lets them fall to your legs, the soft fabric rides up and he can make up the perfect curve of your ass.

“Are you jumping in?” Taehyung asks you cautiously, making guilt settle upon Jungkook at his indecent stare just now.

“I’m not… I mean, I want to. I’m just not wearing the right clothes underneath.” You blurt it out all at once, yet you manage to make it sound innocent.

“That’s totally fine, don’t even worry about it-”

But Alex interrupts Taehyung’s rambles. “Come on, ___!”

“What, did you go commando today? That’s bold of you!” Jimin teases.

You roll your eyes at him. “No. I’m not wearing a bra, that’s all.”

“Who cares,” Alex says, splashing water your way, the droplets hitting your knees and refreshing you against the scolding sun, making you crave nothing more than being embraced by the cold water like them. “Plus, Jungkook and Taehyung are professionals.” She half mocks, half states.

No, they’re not, rambles Jungkook’s mind in franticness, already fearing for his sanity at the prospect of seeing you half naked.

But then again, yes, they are. They’ve photographed nude subjects before – this wouldn’t be the first, nor would it be the last. So, he can’t do anything other than join Taehyung in reassurance as he nods at you.

“She’s right. I mean, if you’re uncomfortable that’s totally understandable, though. Don’t worry about it.” The older boy says, a warm smile adorning his face.

You want to ponder on it, want to give it a second thought – well aware that’s in your very nature to question everything, to be careful and meticulous about things that are foreign to you. This one very much is, not only foreign, but scary.

And perhaps it’s that easiness that comes with the season, or the way you can feel a bead of sweat fall over your temple. Perhaps it’s the fact that there’s eyes on you right now you’d very much like to impress, leave an indent on, because you’re certain he’s left one on you and it’s only fair, isn’t it?

And so, with that, your mind is set. Trembling fingers reaching for the hem of your dress, gripping the fabric tightly as you pull it over your body, discarding of it carelessly by your feet and bringing your hands over your chest in attempt to cover some of you, slightly regretful as the thrill begins to fade.

But it’s to no avail, because Jungkook’s eyes travelled down your every movement, took in every inch of your body that you revealed second by devastating second. The soft, tan skin of your legs, the white cotton of your panties, the small bow below the hem. The more he takes you in, the harder it feels to breathe, not even mustering enough strength to quieten down his thoughts because the dimples in your back give way to every single inch of your skin he wants to touch. Perky breasts at eye sight for a second before you’re pushing the flesh up with your hands around your body, making him crave you more even though he knows this is not your intention. He looks away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable any further.

“Are you gonna come in or are you gonna give us a show?” Alex says.

“Shut up.”

It’s the last thing you say before you’re diving right in, a little less graciously due to your nerves, but nonetheless world stopping to Jungkook who perceives you as nothing but delicate – like the finest of Chinas, shiny porcelain that would feel fragile in his fingers. But he wants to touch nonetheless.

“So,” Jimin eyes them for a second. “What are you waiting for?”

And at that, they start shooting. Golden hour turns everything it touches into ethereal yellow, and the blue of the pool moves in tandem with the wind and your bodies. You know you should act casual, let them work on the three of you like you’re subjects, merely an image to photograph, but you’ve never felt more human than you do right now.

You begin to get used to your nakedness, the goosebumps that first adorned your skin at the first hit of the cold water fading away with your nerves. Alex fixes your hair and adjusts your ribbon, playing with the loose strands of hair that fall on your face. She’s tender when she wants to be, especially with you, a soul so contrasting to hers. She tells you you look pretty and you smile at her. Taehyung gets the shot, transfixed in the scene in front of him, hoping he got it right.

Jimin is gracious, swimming like a fish in water, the dancer in him shining through every swift movement of his body. Jungkook photographs him the most, not trusting himself at doing a good job if he were to signal his lens your way – afraid he won’t do you justice, knowing his shaky fingers would give out on him. But in fear of losing the moment, he steals glances, lets his eyes roam freely for a second too long. When yours lock on his, you smile. It still holds that shyness you carry, but it’s sincere, perhaps even comfortable… warm.

The sun begins to set slowly, painting the sky in pink and orange, covering everything that touches it in beauty. Jungkook wishes he could capture more than just images, but feelings and sounds and the velvet of your voice when you tell Jimin to look at the sky.

“Why don’t you guys come in? There’s a shallow end, you could get up-close shots.” Alex suggests.

“That’d be cool. It’s so fucking hot, that water looks so good right now.” Taehyung places his camera on the floor for a second before he begins to undress.

Jungkook doesn’t let himself think about it for too long and follows in his steps. You’re trying not to look – well, that’s a lie. You’re looking and can’t seem to stop yourself from doing so, but you at least try not to gawk at the boy. The boy who becomes more of a man the more clothes he discards – toned and perfectly proportioned, intricate art adorning his arm from shoulder to knuckles. You try to make up the designs, the words, letting your mind wonder what they all mean, the stories they tell… what they say about him. You want to know more of him.

They come in carefully, firm grip on the expensive equipment. Alex and Jimin catch Taehyung’s eyes – something about his elegance merging so well with her untamed nature. He begins to shoot right away, capturing their interaction, a conversation in whispers that break the spell the moment their boisterous laughs follow along. Taehyung can’t help but laugh, too, even though he’s pretty sure he was the subject of their humour. He doesn’t care, he's too hypnotized by them to care.

The pull is stronger than his nerves, and so Jungkook finds himself walking over to you. Your forearms rest on the edge of the pool, cheek pressed against your damp flesh as you take in the sunset. He can’t see your face but his mind paints a picture of you, and in his imagination your irises reflect the view in an unrealistic way.

You hear him approaching, the water moving around you in small waves, and when you turn around, he’s closer than you’d imagined he’d be.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.” Your arms wrap around your front reflexively, feeling timid at his proximity but not one bit uncomfortable.

“May I?” He nods at his camera as he asks.

You nod. “I’m not very good at posing, though…”

He lets out a soft laugh. “You don’t need to pose.”

“How do you want me then?”

He has to collect his thoughts for a moment, your innocent question leaving him at a loss of words. “H-however you want. You can just… look at me.”

“Into your eyes or at the lens?”

“My eyes.” He answers, even though he knows he should’ve said the lens. He doesn’t care – he’d sacrifice the craft and rules for a moment that feels more like art than any of the photographs he’s shot.

And so, you look into his eyes, the same way you did in that crowded street, with that same glimmer of curiosity shining in them, only now he’s not a stranger anymore – at least not entirely. You let your hands fall to your sides and feel the way you blush when his gaze drops to your chest. When he looks back in the view finder, he sees the pretty pink that’s shaded your cheeks. He smiles, a bit too cheekily, bunny teeth peeking through. You notice this and roll your eyes, mimicking the smile on his face.

“I thought you were a professional?” Your tone is light-hearted and only makes him smile further.

He lowers his camera, beautiful face coming into view. “I’m weak for sunsets, sorry.”

You laugh. “Ah, yes… aren’t we all.”

You look up slightly, taking in the view and there it is. The shot. He makes quick work of his fingers and he looks back at the picture he’d just taken, convinced that nothing would ever compare to this one. You glow, golden like the sun and saying things with your eyes he wishes he could decipher. The soft of your neck, your collarbones, breasts. Tiny droplets adorning your skin, falling over your tits, nipples halfway out of the water. You’re a dream.

The sun sets slowly and then all at once, and soon enough the wind grows chilly and the night falls all around you. You all get dressed, wet bodies feeling slightly uncomfortable against the dry fabric, talking about how great of a place this is, how amazing the shots came out, how much of a summer day today has felt like.

It’s no surprise that you don’t want it to end, and so when Jungkook and Taehyung suggest you come over to theirs, you all say yes in a heartbeat.

The drive is pleasant, small talk ensuing in the car as soft music plays and you all let the wind dry your damp clothes and wet hairs. You sit next to Jungkook once again, the warmth radiating from his body becoming addicting by the second and tricking you into laying your inhibitions bare. You ask him about his tattoos and you can see it takes him aback, your chattiness all of a sudden, but nonetheless he recounts the story behind the ones he likes the most.

Some are more intimate than others, some make you laugh, perfect examples of the impulses of youth, making you feel slightly envious that he can so freely express himself. Through the art he captures and the one he inks on his body. By the time the drive home is almost over, you can no longer call Jungkook a stranger.

“Do you have any?”

“What, tattoos?” You ask.

“Yeah.”

“No. But I think yours are pretty.”

He laughs at your choice of words, finds it endearing and genuine. “Thank you.”

“What would you suggest?”

He wouldn’t, knows how personal tattoos can be, but nonetheless he says, “a sun. Or a bird… right in here,” he touches your wrist, soft digits skimming over your skin, playing with your bracelet for a second before he looks into your eyes once again.

You chuckle, even though his touch feels electrifying against your flesh. “A bird? Isn’t that a little cliché?”

He frowns at this. “What’s wrong with clichés?”

And he’s right, because you’d fall into every single one at his very command.

It’s cinematic almost, and you make mental notes of all the songs that have played in the course of the night because you’d like to imagine this would be a damn good scene in the movie that is your life, and your favourite scenes are usually accompanied by the perfect melodies.

You’re all sitting by the fire, warmed up slices of leftover pizza being passed over between you along with some fancy white wine Taehyung took from the cellar, reassuring you that this was his aunt’s way of paying him back for house sitting. It’s the perfect summer night, the air hot but wind chilly, the fire keeping you warm and well illuminated against the stark of night.

You sit a bit closer to it, making Jungkook nervous at times with your proximity to the fire, how you bring your hands closer to the flame to warm them up, letting your eyes dance in the blaze, as if it was hypnotizing you with its fiery oranges and blues.

“What do you guys do?” Taehyung asks between mouthfuls of pizza.

“I study dance, down in the city… left last year.” Jimin says.

“No way, invite us over sometime, we’d love to see you in action.” Jungkook tells him, having grown fond of the boy in the last couple of hours.

“What about you two?” Taehyung turns to you and Alex, who sit side by side.

“I work in a restaurant,” Alex tells him. “I want to open my own someday… maybe here, maybe in the city. Only time will tell.”

“Fair. Do you cook?”

“Baby, I’m a chef.”

And it’s true, she really is.

Taehyung laughs at this, nodding his head in approval and telling her he’d look forward to a five-course meal from her.

“What about you, ___?” It’s Jungkook who asks you, turning to look at you but you don’t look back at him, eyes still enthralled by the fire in front of you.

“I help my parents out at the shop… and volunteer at the church when I’m not doing that. Nothing too interesting…”

“Her parents own a bakery! Best pastries in town.” Jimin says, making you smile as he eases comfort into you.

You’re not ashamed of where life took you, but you do wish you’d taken more chances. Pursued a career, worked harder on your paintings to apply for scholarships at a university, just like Jimin did. But the circumstances were slightly cruel, leaving you behind as the train of dreams passed you.

“That’s dope, ___. Take us there one of these days?” Taehyung smiles as he says this.

“Sure, any time. On me.”

You finally look in his direction, and when you do, Jungkook smiles. It’s not pitiful, but kind. Curiosity dances around his eyes but you can tell it’s not judgemental – in fact, it reminds you a lot of the same curiosity you feel for him. Of how you wish his answers would last hours when you ask him a question, or that you could read every single glance he throws your way.

You’re curious of what it would feel like to touch him confidently, get closer to him, run your fingers down the lines of his tattoos, his face, his lips. Curious as to what it would feel like to kiss him and make it last, to feel close to him physically and perhaps even emotionally.

The night carries on like so, holding you in your dream-like and curious state, another bottle of wine being passed around that seems to heighten your senses the more liquid you pour into your cup, but it’s soft. It loosens you up a little, letting the moment embrace you fully, the music immersing you further into it as you bob your head and move your body along to the beat.

You laugh at the way everybody seems to loosen up, cracking jokes as you all grow a little too comfortable around each other, growing closer as you all share anecdotes and bits of yourselves – growing closer as you lean into each other, sit closer to one another, fall into inside jokes and the seed of a memory you can already tell you’ll hold dear for years to come.

“Wait, wait- let’s play truth or dare,” Jimin says, after Taehyung refuses to tell him the story of the night he disappeared for twelve hours and woke up tucked in bed back in his parents’ house without his phone, or pants… or recollection of the night, really.

“Yeah! That way we’ll get it out of him one way or another.” Alex conspires along with him.

“Better – let’s play truth or drink. Can’t be fucked to get up and do dares.” Taehyung suggests, much to his despair as he knows he’ll eventually have to let his story come to light.

“I’ll go get the tequila.” Jungkook gets up, about to make his way to the kitchen.

“Bring some salt and lemon wedges, too, Kookie please,” Taehyung shoots puppy eyes at him.

“Thinly sliced, prince Taehyung?”

“Yes, Kookie, thank you,” he sing-songs the last word, making Jungkook roll his eyes at him, but it’s lovingly, you can tell.

“I’ll help you.” You stand up before you can convince yourself to change your mind, or before you can dwell a little too much in how shocked Jungkook seems to be at your suggestion.

You make your way to the kitchen in silence, the laughter and music fading away slightly the moment you enter the house. You can still see them through the big window by the sink, laughing at the little clique they’ve seemed to make, the scene playing in front of you like one you’d find in an epic coming-of-age movie.

“I didn’t think I’d live to find someone flirtier than Taehyung, and now I met two of them.” You feel Jungkook’s voice coming from behind you, feel his body heat before he even speaks.

“I love it.” Your eyes remain on them.

“Wonder where the night will take them…”

At this, you turn around. “What do you mean?”

He chuckles. “What do you think I mean?”

“You think they would…- you know,” you’re too shy to say it, and he smiles at this, can even see the way you blush in the dim lights of the kitchen.

“Why not?”

His question takes you aback a little, not in a bad way, just in surprise. So far, Jungkook had matched your timidness, a tame nature to him that much reminded you of your own. You don’t know if its comfortability, familiarity or the alcohol but he seems to slowly be coming out of that shell. It entices you, amps up your curiosity, makes you want to match his sudden boldness.

“Should we- um, slice the lemons?”

You’re cute when you’re nervous, he can’t help but notice. He nods as his hand travels down, coming awfully close to your hip before it lands on the handle of the drawer that holds the cutlery. He opens it, retrieving a knife and handing it to you.

“Let me get the lemons.”

You work in silence, slicing the wedges as he looks around for the bottle of tequila and the shot glasses, stacking them up before he gets some salt and scatters it over a plate, a little roughly, some spilling at the sides. He grabs some napkins to clean it up and then your voice startles him some.

“Jesus Christ.” Now, you’re by no mean orthodox but you do feel a hint of blasphemy lace your words as the reaction of what you see when you glance out the window.

When Jungkook joins you by the sink, he lets out a chuckle, not one bit surprised at the sight that greets him. He knew the night would end with his friend and your friends tangled up in each other one way or the other, and as he sees Taehyung’s lips disconnect from Jimin’s and immediately fall into Alex’s, he knows he was right all along.

“Told you.” He whispers, right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I wonder if we should still bring all of this out… maybe they’ll end up suggesting body shots, or something.”

“Body shots?”

“Yeah. You don’t know what a body shot is?”

You turn around, shaking your head slightly. “Is it sexual?”

He ponders on your question for a minute. “Hm, yeah, a little.”

“Do it.” You say, looking into his eyes.

“Do what?”

“Do a body shot.”

He lets out a small laugh. “I’d need someone else to do it…”

“Like- me?”

“Yeah, if you wanna.”

“Okay.”

He grabs one of the lemon wedges, bringing it closer to your mouth, his knuckles grazing your lips briefly to get you to open up for him, and when you do, he places it between your teeth. He smiles when you bite, sending flutters down your stomach.

“Tilt your head to the side a little- yeah just like that,” he wets the spot on your neck with a bit of lemon juice, letting the salt flakes stick to your skin as he lets them fall from his fingers.

He pours himself a shot of tequila, not looking forward to the burn but excited to feel your skin on his tongue.

“Ready?”

You nod your head, eyes closing the moment he leans in, wet tongue licking up a stripe on the warm skin of your neck, tasting the saltiness on your flesh. It makes you whimper, goosebumps adorning your body, and sudden warmth taking over you as he looks into your eyes, bringing the shot glass to his lips and downing the clear liquid. He winces, a groan leaving his lips before he’s leaning in yet again, lips coming close to yours as you close your eyes. You wish he’d kiss you, but he plays fair, his teeth grabbing the lemon wedge and biting into it, lips touching yours slightly before he pulls away.

It was minimal – the touch, but electrifying, and you want more.

“That’s a body shot.”

“Odd name for it.” Is all your mind can manage at this moment.

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I guess it is.”

You want him to kiss you. You want to feel his breath on yours again, the soft of his lips – you want more than what you just got, curiosity making you greedy. You want him to kiss you and so you let your unsettled heart act out its desire, and you kiss him.

He lets out a little gasp against your lips, not really giving into them as he tries to make sense of your actions. But it takes him about a second to fall into you, to let his body completely melt into the kiss, leaning in and trapping you against the kitchen counter, hands coming down to cage you in. Your kiss is soft and he matches your pace, letting his lips get tangled between your pillowy ones. When you pull away, he leans back, too.

“I’m s-sorry, I should’ve not-”

“Please, let me kiss you again.” He cups your cheek, thumb grazing your bottom lip, doing what his tongue would if you only let him.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

And when he does, he sets the pace – still gentle, pacing it out, letting you grow comfortable with it, but the more you comply the further you send him into lust. Your body reacting to him as you press your chest against his, soft whimpers leaving your lips when his tongue grazes them, a gasp granting him entry as his tongue finds yours. You’ve never been kissed like this, and you’re glad you haven’t. You’re glad it was him who did it, because you can feel the way it transforms you. The shift between you, within you. It’s addicting, so tempting.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” He says this between needy kisses.

“Y-you have?”

He holds you by the waist, one swift movement perking you up on the counter as you intuitively open your legs, letting him fall between them as you pull him closer.

“Yeah. I have.”

“I guess me too,” you sound nervous, and his hand falls to your thigh, fingers running lazy circles over your skin to ease you. “I just didn’t think you’d want to.”

“Are you crazy? You’re beautiful. So, so beautiful, ___.”

You’re about to say thank you but he interrupts you in what you discover is the only way it should be done, his lips back on your lips, tongue finding yours, hand sneaking down your neck and into your long tresses of hair, still slightly damp at the neck.

It grows heated – you don’t know much, but you know this. Can make up the way your body reacts to the way he kisses you, the way he touches you, subtly but fiery, passionate and determined and both your body and mind need more.

“Jungkook,” your hands rest on top of his that lay at your thighs, inching ever so close to where you want him the most.

“Tell me, baby.”

The pet name does it for you, all carefulness thrown out the window when you say, “can we- go somewhere else? More private?”

He wasn’t expecting that, content with being able to just kiss you, assuming that this was as far as it would go considering that you didn’t know what a body shot was until ten minutes ago, give or take. But he’s not complaining, smiling and nodding softly at you as he helps you down the counter.

“Yeah, come on, let’s go.”

He holds your hand, intwining your fingers in his and it sends a troop of butterflies to your belly. The gesture is sweet, slightly contrasting to the way you want him to touch you – you wonder if there’s sweetness laced in his actions, no matter how crude. You’d hope there is, nerves bubbling up the closer you get to what you presume is his bedroom.

The room is dark when you two enter, he closes the door behind him and for a minute, you two just stand there. He walks closer to you, his other hand tangling his fingers in yours.

“We don’t have to do anything, you know?” He reassures, voice soft.

“I want to- I want you.” You’re straight with him because you don’t think your nerves would let you elaborate on just how much you do. How badly you crave his touch, how you needed him even when his lips were on yours, too much too little all at once.

“What do you want, pretty girl. Tell me, I’ll give you anything.” He pushes a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, soft fingers lightly touching your skin.

“I don’t know- I’ve never…”

“Are you a virgin?” He doesn’t say it with any judgement behind his words, just genuine curiosity, and perhaps even a hint of protection.

“No! No, no… I mean, I’ve… done it before, it’s just- it wasn’t-”

Good, intimate, personal, enjoyable, or anything that would make you want to do it again. That’s the truth, but you don’t unload this onto him all at once, afraid he’ll run away at the wake of your inexperience.

“That’s okay… we can take it slow.” He leans in to kiss you but you stop him with your words.

“I don’t want to take it slow.”

He smirks, and even in the dark you can make up the gesture. It makes you weak, much like his next words. “We can do it however you want to, baby.”

“You’re gonna have to- to teach me, though.”

“I can do that.” He kisses you at last, shutting you up, another sweet interruption as you’re about to say something else that slips your mind entirely the moment his lips are back on yours. There’s intention behind it this time, not necessarily a means to an end but anticipation, making you needier by the second.

You walk forwards and he goes backwards, and soon enough, the back of his knees are touching the mattress lips disconnecting from yours as he sits on the bed, holding onto your hips as he looks up at your face. He can’t make up much of it, quickly reaching for the bedside table and turning on the single lamp that rests on top of the wooden surface. It illuminates the room in dim, yellow light. Your pretty face comes into view and he smiles.

“Better.”

“Wanna touch you,” you say, shaky fingers running down his face, touching his soft hair and taking in the way his eyes flutter at the gentle gesture.

“You can touch me…”

“Wanna kiss you,” your fingers graze his pink lips, carefully, making them tingle at the touch.

“You can kiss me, too…”

You nod, and it’s only when you get down on your knees that he gets what you truly mean.

“Can I kiss you there,” your question is timid, eyes traveling down his body until they land on his crotch. You don’t see it but his cock twitches at the simple act.

“Only if you wanna,” he says, tilting your chin up to make you look at him, bringing his lips to yours in a soft kiss that takes your breath away.

“I wanna,” you reaffirm, hands coming to rest on his thighs as you let your lips part, reluctantly. But you want to do other things to him.

Your hands travel upwards, shaky fingers inching closer to where you can make up the outline of his dick, growing more prominent by the second. It fills you with pride, knowing that you did that to him, that the hiss that leaves his pretty lips when you finally touch him is a chain reaction to your actions. Granting pleasure is a new found pleasure for you, and you want to give, give, give, until you see him unfold for you.

His hand comes to rest on top of yours, adding slight pressure as you palm his cock over his pants. When you look up at him, he nods, eyes closing for a second as you grip tighter and he grows harder at your touch.

“Can I?” You look into his eyes as your fingers start to fumble with his button. He brings a hand down, helping you as you manage to undo it, his zipper following before his pants are coming off.

He removes his shirt, too, the air feeling stuffy all of a sudden the more you touch him – the closer you get to where you’re clearly aiming for. He sits there, in only his boxers, chest heaving in anticipation as he waits for your next move, not wanting to scare you off, giving you the space to explore his body and take him in.

“Can you take these off,” your fingers run over the hem of his boxers, the touch alone making him flinch.

“Feeling a little vulnerable over here,” he half jokes, but freeing himself of the last remaining garment on his body nonetheless.

You wanna joke back, but the thought leaves you the moment you see him. Standing in front of your kneeling form, hard cock against his toned stomach, long and thick and leaking precum, red at the tip and twitching as he closes a hand around it, seeking some relief.

You sit on your knees, holding the back of his thighs as you look up at him, your eyes leading prayers for him to give you a sign – a little lost, but all too eager. He looks down at you, so pretty for him, eyes glassy and full of pleading, he’s sure he’d give you the world if you so asked for it.

His hand angles his cock towards your lips, bringing it closer, eyes never leaving yours, though threatening to close the moment you lean in, planting a kiss against his tip. He bites his lip, pushing your bangs away from your face as you open your mouth for him, tongue out and traveling down his shaft, a little kitten lick that ends at the tip.

He throws his head back in pleasure, a little moan leaving him.

“Tell me,” you demand in that soft voice. “Tell me what to do. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Open a bit wider, baby.” And when you do, he sheathes the head of his cock inside your warm mouth, hissing in pleasure as your tongue circles around the tip, teasing at the sensitive skin of his frenulum, how you’d done it just now. “Watch your teeth,” he caresses your jaw softly and you nod.

“Suck on it.”

You wrap your lips around his cock, sucking as you take more of him in, revelling on the sounds he makes, the throaty moan that passes his pretty lips for a second before he’s drawing them back between his teeth, hissing at your warm mouth.

You get carried away and soon enough he’s hitting the back of your throat, the muscle contracting around his tip as you gag around him.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You okay?”

You let out a soft giggle. “Yeah. Did that feel good?”

“Y-yeah, but you don’t have to do it…”

“I liked it- you feel so big in my mouth.”

His hand rests at your head when you lean in yet again, tongue circling around his tip slowly, licking at his slit that leaks precum and tasting him before you start bobbing your head, looking into his eyes because he’s too pretty of a sight to miss, especially like this.

“Shit, that feels so good,” his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, carefully undoing the bow that holds half of it up, letting it cascade down your shoulders and back, grabbing a fistful for himself as he gently guides your movements. He slowly pushes you further until you’re gagging around him again, a moan getting caught up in your throat that he feels vibrate all through his spine. “Fuck.”

He gently pulls you off of him, teary eyes looking into his, so pliant and perfect, all for him. Your tongue licks at his head once again, hand wrapping around his shaft, making him hiss.

“No more,” he says, wrapping his hand around yours, letting you jerk him.

“Why?” Your doe eyes look up at him, and he finds it so fucking endearing how you look disappointed at his words.

“Don’t wanna cum yet.”

He helps you to your feet, making you sit on the bed and then sitting right beside you, the palm of his hands softly caressing your bruised knees. You smile at him, the sweet gesture confirming your early assumption – there is sweetness in all of his actions.

As he kisses you, his fingers toy with the straps of your dress, letting them fall over your shoulders, thumb grazing the soft skin as his lips travel south, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck all the way to your shoulder.

“Take this off, baby,” he pulls at the hem of your dress before his hand gets lost inside of it, parting your legs slightly until he’s running his knuckles down your clothed slit. You push your dress off your body, letting it fall to the floor as you kick it, making him laugh at your sudden eagerness.

You lean back, hands fisting at the sheets behind you as your legs open for him, letting him touch you, pleasure you in ways no one has ever before. He kisses at your clavicles, sloppy and soft until he reaches your mouth again, lips reconnecting in a frantic kiss. You moan into it as he pushes your panties to the side, middle finger parting your lips and collecting your slick before finding your clit, running tight circles over it until you’re mewling.

“Oh my God,” you cry into his mouth, eyes widening at the feeling.

“Yeah? That feel good?”

“Yes.” Your hand closes around his wrist, a silent plead for him to go faster – and he does, aiding your pleasure as he reads your body. “Jungkook, take my panties off.”

His fingers leave your clit, quickly pushing your soaked panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere on the floor. He leans into you, making you move further into the mattress as he kneels between your legs, opening them with his strong thighs before he’s pouncing forward and kissing you again. His fingers find your heat, running down your slit, thumb teasing your clit as his middle finger prods at your opening.

“Wanna fuck you,” he says against your lips. “Gotta get you ready for me.”

His finger fucks into you, making you gasp, the feeling almost foreign but good – so fucking good it has you bucking your hips into his touch, begging for more. He adds a second digit, relishing in the way your snug walls suck his fingers in as he curls them inside of you.

“Oh,” it’s a curious little sound, making him chuckle.

“Oh?”

“That feels so good,” you voice it like a question, rather than a statement.

“Yeah? Here?” He curls his fingers inside of you once again, hitting that spot immediately and not leaving it, making you close your legs around his hand as you moan.

“Jungkook,” you cry out in pleasure.

“Gonna make you cum so hard, baby. But I want you to cum around my cock. Can you do that, pretty?”

“Y-yes.”

He removes his fingers from your tight cunt, slowly bringing them to your lips as you open up for him, tasting yourself for the first time. He kisses you, his tongue licking at yours as he says, “you taste so fucking sweet.”

“I need to feel you.” Your arms wrap around him, hands running over his muscular back and bringing him closer to you.

“You sure?” You nod at him, those pretty eyes finding his. “I’ll go slow, we can stop whenever you want to, okay?”

“Okay. But I don’t wanna go slow. I won’t break, I want you to fuck me.”

He grunts at your filthy little words, kissing you passionately as he angles his cock towards you entrance, hitting his tip against your clit a couple of times before running it down your slit, letting your juices soak him, getting you as wet as he can before he begins to push past your tight walls slowly.

You whimper at the burn, the stretch evident but not less welcomed as you begin to feel hints of pleasure the closer he gets to bottoming out.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs against the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling the skin as your fingers get lost inside his dark locks.

He bottoms out, the curve of his cock finding that spot inside of you almost instantly and when you moan out in pleasure, he looks up at you, demanding you to open your eyes, to let him see what he’s doing to you. His hands rest on the mattress at either side of your face as he begins to fuck into you, slowly but with a force to his movements that has you seeing stars.

“Jungkook,” you call out his name.

“Tell me,” he kisses your lips once, softly, making you lose your train of thought for a minute.

“I’m so glad we’re- nngh, doing this.” Your words get lost in moans and throaty whimpers, the feeling overpowering your senses, but you need to let him know.

“Fuck- me too, you’re so perfect- you’re so,” he kisses you, afraid he’ll say too much if he lets himself get too carried away, an all too easy thing to do when you’re looking up at him like that and your pussy’s taking him in so well.

He fucks you faster, angling his hips perfectly as he brings your legs closer to your body, hand wrapping around the side of your neck as he kisses you, all-consuming you, not a corner of your body that isn’t ignited by his every touch. His cock fills you up perfectly, hitting that sweet spot inside of you, it’s foreign at first and you almost want to ask him to stop, but the more he thrusts inside of you, the more pleasure takes over. Your mind grows foggy, limbs weak, legs shaky and all you can focus on is the delicious stretch, his cock fucking so deep into you and the sweet sinful sounds that leave him.

You feel the coil tightening at your lower stomach, pussy clenching fiercely around his cock, making him whine into your mouth.

“I- wait,” you cry out, but when he stops, immediately searching for your eyes with his frantic ones, you wish he hadn’t.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t stop, please.”

Your hands grope at his ass, pushing him into you, crying out in pleasure when he keeps fucking you, resuming the same obliterating pace and finding that spot almost immediately, re-igniting that feeling inside of you. The fluttering pressure overwhelming you, bringing tears to your eyes.

He feels it, the way your walls throb, massaging his cock as you clench tightly around him, legs shaking in his hold as he fucks into you. Your lips part in pure, unadulterated pleasure and your glassy eyes widen at the foreign bout of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby- you’re cumming. Cum for me, ___.”

“Oh my God.” The feeling overwhelms you, taking over every inch of your body, not a single nerve untouched, as it spasms at the feeling. You cry out in pleasure, nails digging into his arms as he fucks you through your orgasm, his moans getting lost with yours as you bring him so fucking close he doesn’t know how much longer he can prolong it for.

“You’re gonna make me cum.”

He pulls out, the both of you looking down at where your bodies were connected, eyes fixed on the way he jerks his cock, fast and sloppy until he’s letting out a throaty groan, your name passing his lips as he cums, cock heavy and pulsing as he spurts his warm seed all over your tummy.

His fucked-out gaze follows your curious fingers as you let them touch the sticky mess he’s left on your skin, slowly bringing them to your mouth as you wrap your lips around them – tasting him.

“God, fuck- don’t do that. I’m too weak to fuck you again.”

You giggle, tongue circling around your digits before you swallow, enjoying the taste, his taste.

“I want you to, though.” It could be seductive, matter of fact, it is, but it’s also sincere – you mean it.

“Give me like, twenty minutes.” He kisses you, slowly and gently, that sweetness to his actions that comforts you, makes you grow familiar with him by the second… has you falling into an abyss of feelings that you know could be dangerous.

“It’s okay. We have time… right?”

Your words are laced with hope and they make his heart clench inside of his chest. He’s in bliss, at peace with the way your gentle fingers push his sweaty bangs away from his face, searching for his eyes, wanting to find that same hope – reassurance, perhaps.

“Yes. We have all the time in the world.”

He seals the lie with a kiss, one so ardent that it distracts you, tunes out the world around you. And then another one – the one that makes you believe him.

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