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btsforlif · 13 days
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Missed You
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Paring: jungkook x reader/chubby reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: smut, fluff
Warnings‼️: nipple play, unprotected sex ( please don't do this guys), fingering, possesive jungkook, jealous jungkook, creampie, sad tae(?), drinking(that's all?).
Synopsis: In which you break up with jungkook due to some personal reasons but after a year you meet him again in a club and jungkook wants to know why you broke up with him, not letting you go this time. (Read to know what happens further).
Note: hi guys, posting after a year or two? I am so sorry for not posting before. I had so many things going on in my life that I got no time to write anything. Hope you enjoy this! Love you all💜 (SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL OR SPELLING MISTAKE).
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You were sitting at the bar drinking water because you aren’t into drinking alcohol and your friends forced you to join them for a random hangout and you couldn't say no because you really loved them. You really loved them but half of them are gone, wait you might be thinking where? So, with those men with whom they had the urge to spend a night with and you were left out with your only friend Taehyung who never liked anyone other than you.
"They all really ditched us", he said. You laughed and said that, "yeah they did" Tae laughs too. "You really wanna drink only water". He asked pointing at his beer and than pointing at you, you nod and said yes "I do not consume alcohol and you know it, right?" You said while drinking water. You know you can drink for today right?" He sips his beer "actually I think you somewhat right but I don't want to" You say while smiling to him and he nods as he understood not pushing you too much.
You both were talking to each other when suddenly tae says "I will be back within no time as I need to go to restroom". He didn't even wait for your answer, before he marched off to the restroom. You sat there waiting for your friend, in the mean time your eyes were scrolling through everyone; seeing some with their partners or with their friends but when you were watching others your eyes stopped at one man whom you didn't wanted to meet ever again but now it's seems impossible. You see him smiling and talking like nothing ever happened between you and him one year ago.
After your break up with him he was gone, completely gone from your life just like a warm breeze. And now he was here laughing, smiling and talking with others like nothing really happened. How did he move on so fast, you thought. As you were still fighting with those beautiful memories he gave you, with those charming moments spent him where you both were having your best time with each other and now he is here without even informing you about his arrival.
You didn't wanted to see him because you knew your feelings would come back in second when you meet him and that's what is now happening, all your feelings, memories are coming back. Just when you were thinking about him Taehyung comes running back saying, "sorry there was a que". He says before sitting beside you. "Why are you so upset suddenly?" He asks you out of nowhere seeing your face which was glowing few minutes ago and now it's like you are in deep pain.
"Lo-look behind you" You whispered to him and he turns around seeing your Ex Jungkook sitting with his friends in booth. "If you want we can leave from here", he hurriedly said as he did not want you to be more upset. "No I came here to enjoy and that's what I am going to do, he is my past" You order a beer and when it comes you drink it quickly without taking pauses.
Taehyung was worried for you, he knew how you were when you two broke up and it was really hard for you to come out of it. "Let's go to the dance floor". You took his hand not waiting for his approval and he didn't say anything he just let you take him. You started dancing with him on the beat almost forgetting about jungkook.
On the other hand Jungkook was laughing with his friends when he saw you on the dance floor dancing with some boy who he didn't recognise. He froze on the spot seeing you, smile gone seconds ago "hey what happened?" One of his friends asks him "nothing" Jungkook replies while still watching you. Is this the reason you broke up with him? Jungkook thought, was this so easy for you? Easy for you to forget all those memories that you both shared. He was furious, he wanted to know the reason for a whole year now because "it's not working between us" is definitely not the reason and he knew it.
He already knew he did wrong by not telling you that he was going abroad but he was heart broken, how was he even supposed to talk to you without crying and telling you that he was going. He wanted to talk to you for months now but he doesn't have much courage to talk to you so he let it slip his mind trying to forget everything. But he wasn't able to because he loved you deeply and still loves you.
How dare that boy was dancing with you when it should have been him. Why were you letting him dance with you? All he wanted to know about why you broke up with him, he wanted you back. Just seeing you on the dance floor, his heart wast beat fast. He will forget everything just for you and will restart everything if you want to.
Just for you.
He see you talking to him and you walk away from him somewhere probably restroom. He wanted to meet you and talk to you so he stood up and excused himself before following you. You enter female restroom and go into the stall not knowing Jungkook was following you. While you were in the stall Jungkook came in and locked the door not wanting you go anywhere before talking to him.
After coming out of the stall you go near sink to wash your hands but when you look up in mirror to look at yourself, you see Jungkook standing behind making you gasp loudly. You turn around and look at him standing leaning against the nearby wall "w-what are you doing here Jungkook?" You look at him with glassy eyes. "Just want to talk to you y/n please" He pleases with his pretty eyes making you melt in them. They always made you melt in them.
"What?" You ask him softly "why? Why did you broke up with me y/n?" You glup at his question and look down on the floor before speaking "I already told you Jungkook, it was not working for me!" You say loudly not willing to repeat yourself "liar! You know it's lie baby. Why can't you tell the truth love? Was it that boy you were dancing with?" He is much closer to you now, you didn't even realise it but now you actually have to look a little up just to look into his eyes "Jungkook that is the truth and it's none of your business if I was dancing with that boy or not" You were done here, you wanted to get out.
You were leaving when jungkook suddenly holds your wrist "you can't go now, not before you answer my question" His hold gets a little tighter after finishing his sentence "jungkook this is getting too much, let me go right now! I have answered your question before and i am not going to answer it again" You try to get your hand back but he suddenly pulls you towards him putting his hands on your waist and turns you around to face him caging you between him and the sink making you gasp loudly.
"W-what are you doing J-jungkook" You whisper "you can't go till you tell the truth y/n" He whispers back. His breath hitting your neck making you shiver lightly "there is only one truth and i have already said it" You push him a little making him face you and you look up into his eyes. "You have already got over me that easily?" He asks you making you look down onto his moving lips. "Yes" You answer shortly not trusting your voice.
"So this don’t affect you?" He moves near your face his breath hitting your lips. In reality it was affecting you, it has always affected you, anything related to him has always affected you. "No", you reply. Eyes staring into his to insert dominance. He suddenly kisses your neck just below your right ear "not even this?" You gasp lightly making him smirk against your neck.
"N-no not even this" You were trying hard not to feel anything but you knew you were lying to yourself more than to him. He looks up at your face again and see you breathing heavily, he knew you were getting butterflies with everything he was doing to you then why were you resisting? He wants to know the reason but he gets up from you and looks at your beautiful face "you want me to go don't you?" He whispers loudly enough you to hear "say it while looking into my eyes and I will go". He says it while looking at you with hope, he wanted to stay just with you. You let his words sink in and look at his face for a few seconds before looking at the wall behind him "yes I want you to go" You whisper. "Look into my eyes and tell me love." He takes your face into his hands and moves it up till it was face to face with his.
You look into his eyes and feel your eyes getting watered "n-no I don't want you to go!" You whisper, breaking your wall because you can't hurt yourself more just for some weird reason. You suddenly kiss him making him pull you closer by your hips. "I missed this, I missed your lips, fuck I missed you" He whispers before kissing you passionately again.
You break the kiss to breathe but he didn't waste any time before he was on your neck kissing and licking on your sensitive skin. "You want this?" He asks stopping everything, you nod and he starts to remove your straps from your shoulder making your boobs bounce out making him groan "I missed these two so much" He squeezes both of your breasts in his hands and bends down to take your right nipple in his mouth sucking and biting on it. You moan feeling yourself getting more wet in your panties. You stop yourself from moaning too loud by sucking on your finger and the other hand goes into his hair pulling it slightly.
He gives the same treatment to your other boob before coming back up and kissing you again, fighting with your tongue and exploring your mouth. His right hand goes under your dress and slide the panties to the side before gently rubbing your clit, you moan then again stop yourself from moaning too loud but he had other plans and took out your finger from your mouth and pinned your hands behind you "don't stop yourself please, I wanna hear it so bad" He literally begged you, you just nod not trusting your voice.
He goes back to rubbing your clit and teasing your entrance with his fingers "you want them in, don't you?" You nod in response but he pinches your clit "words" He was still teasing your entrance while looking at your eyes "y-yes I want your fingers in me please" You say whimpering a little when he inserted his middle finger in your pussy "like this yeah?" He asks before thrusting it in and out of you "More" You say closing your eyes "you want more? Always so greedy" He inserts his ring finger too and folds it making you moan loudly in response.
It was feeling so good, Jungkook coming back and making you cum on his fingers that you thought it was all a dream but then you feel your high cumming and feeling Jungkook's fingers just right in you making your insides twist "fuck jungkook don't stop please I am cumming" You say loudly while moaning. But jungkook stops and pulls his fingers out licking them clean. "I want you to cum on my dick" He says and turns you around and folds your dress till it was exposing your ass to him and he bends you down .
You wait for him when you hear him open his pants "I can't wait anymore, I want to feel you around my dick" He says before using your arousal as his lube and slowly sinking in slowly. You both moan feeling each other. You whimper feeling the stretch after long. You shudder when you feel him bottom out, he slaps your right butt "fuck you are squeezing me so good y/n, nobody fucked you after me?" He asks before taking his dick out and slamming it back in making you moan louder.
"No" You say loudly to his question. He thrust in and out of you finding his pace "I knew it, because this pussy belongs to me and me only, you belong to me only". He starts to go fast hitting your spongy thing again and again making you cry out "say you are mine" He pulls on your hair till your back meets his chest. You whimper "I am all yours" You cry out while slapping and moaning noises fills the entire room.
Jungkook lets you go making you fall onto the counter moaning. He changes position by lifting your leg and keeping it on the counter and thrusting more deep into you "so deep" You groan "yes as it should be, me being deep in you always". He bends down kissing your back while thrusting hard into you. He was hitting your insides so good that you felt yourself on cloud nine.
You were feeling close, the knot in your stomach was getting more and more intense "fuck jungkook I am close, don't stop please". You had tears in your eyes feeling yourself so close. He hums and sneaks his hand around you and start to rub your clit. You close your eyes whimpering squeezing his cock hard "yes j-just like that, squeeze me even harder". He groans out "cum". He commands and you cum on his cock moaning loudly and chanting his name again and again.
He gets you through your climax and put your leg down before thrusting again and moaning. You whimper feeling your overstimulation kick in "I am cumming, I am cumming in you fuck" He groans loudly making you whine "please please cum in me" You moan before he groans loudly chanting "mine mine" and cums deep in you, throwing ropes of cum in you before taking his dick out and helping you in standing up and in rearranging your clothes and then you help him back before you were standing in front of him still in haze.
He kisses your lips before kissing your forehead "I know you don't want me to know the reason about our break up and I won't ask it but please don't leave me this time, I love you, always have and always will please come back to me again" He says almost tears in his eyes looking into your eyes. You caress his face before smiling and giving him a quick kiss and noding "I love you too jungkook, I won't go this time" You say to which jungkook hugs you "missed you so much". He says and kisses your neck before taking your hand in his "let's go home, I want to tell you so many things". He smirks and looks at you. You giggle at his smirk and nod knowing what he means. But you stop "jungkook your cum is still dripping down my leg" You whine "that's good let others see who you belong to". He proudly says before you hear knocks on the bathroom door "y/n are you okay? it's been more than 20 minutes" You hear Taehyung’s voice and your eyes go wide "y-yes I am okay I am coming out" You start to painc and look at jungkook "what should we do now, if we both go out he will know that we had sex right now" You say panicking "so? He should know" Jungkook says and pulls you out against your say and you see taehyung looking at you and then at jungkook "hm hi taehyung, I am so sorry for leaving you" You nervously say "i-its okay" He says while blushing he understood what you two did and you look at jungkook glaring at him "hi taehyung, I am jungkook, I am sorry but I have to take y/n home right now we have some work to do". He doesn't wait for his reply and pulls you with him. You turn around while walking and mouth sorry to taehyung to which he gives you thumbs up and smile.
Taehyung stands there for few minutes before going to bar and sitting down on chair. He knew he should have told you about his feelings sooner. Now he doesn't have a chance. He asks the waiter to serve him a drink before he is thinking about you again.
THE END....
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7ndipity · 1 month
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“Are You Confident?”
fwb!Jungkook x Plus Size Reader
Summary: The one where you get fed up with Jungkook’s teasing and decide to take him up on his offer.
Word Count: just under 1.7k
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. oral(m. receiving), swearing, Jk starts out fuckboy-ish but turns subby, slight dom reader, reader’s referred to as Noona, not proofread
A/N: This idea has been sitting in my drafts since early December, but I finally managed to finish part one! This is sort of a prequel to this drabble, so if you can read it too if you liked this one. I’ll also be posting part two and a masterlist(hopefully)later this week, so lmk what you think!
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If you had to choose a favorite place in the whole world, you would choose Jungkook’s apartment without a thought. Not your own apartment, not you favorite shop, not even the dream vacation you’d been planning and saving up for forever, just being tucked into the corner of Jungkook’s couch, Bam curled up next to you, his massive head resting in your lap, subtly begging for pets as you vented to his owner about your most recent dating fiasco.
The guy one of your friends had set you up with had seemed nice enough at first, but as dinner progressed, things had progressively gone downhill.
“Did he least pay for dinner?” Jungkook asked, sprawled on the opposite end of the couch.
“I’d assume so, I walked out before the bill even came.” You replied, taking a long drink from your glass.
“Why do you even bother with dating anyway? You said before you hated it.” He asked.
“I’ve told you, I’m… lonely.” You said pointedly, avoiding his eyes.
He squinted at you, understanding suddenly flashing across his face.
“Ah, so you just need to get laid?” He asked, sitting back with a smirk as your face flushed with color. “Why didn’t you just say so? I could help you with that.”
“Ugh, shut up.” You groaned, getting up and heading to the kitchen.
“I’m serious.” He said, following you. “It’s better than fucking some random asshole.”
This type of conversation was a recurring thing in your friendship. Jungkook loved to tease you, and with a relationship that had grown as close as yours had, he had plenty of opportunities.
Your friends often joked that the two of you should just date already with the way you acted with each other, often toeing the line between what was typically considered okay for ‘just friends’. You’d slept in the same bed more times than you could count(a fact that had made Taehyung nearly choke on his drink when he’d found out), you’d even kissed at his friend's New Years Eve party after a few too many drinks and a similar conversation to the one you were currently having, lamenting about not having someone to kiss at midnight.
You didn’t know what had possessed you to do it, all you could remember was hearing the countdown and leaning in, connecting your lips with his for the briefest moment, only for him to quickly chase after yours when you had started to pull away.
Neither of you had brought it up afterwards, but the memory of it was permanently seared into your mind; the feel of his lips moving against yours, the way his hands had gently gripped your waist-
You shook your head, redirecting your attention back to the current moment, trying to ignore Jungkook as he leaned against the counter next to you.
“Look, if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine, I’m just offering a possible solution to your problem,” He said, shrugging as he grinned at you. “You know, if you’re really desperate.”
You scoffed. “You’re one to talk. When's the last time you even went on a date again?”
Your words had the desired effect on him, turning his expression sour.
“That’s different, I’ve been… busy.” He said grudgingly.
“Uh-huh, sure.” You grinned triumphantly.
“I mean it though,” He said. “If that’s really all you’re after, I’d be glad to help.”
You blinked at him in disbelief. “Seriously?”
“Yeah,” He shrugged. “I mean, like you said, it’s not like I've got anything going either. It doesn’t have to be a big deal, just two friends helping each other out.”
“That is, if you think you can handle me.” He added with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes, letting out an irritated laugh. “Please, I could handle you.”
“Are you confident?” He asked, quirking a brow at you.
“Yes.” You answered immediately, catching both him and yourself off guard as you stared him down.
Your words weren’t entirely true, you weren’t all that confident when it came to things like this, but Jungkook had a way of triggering your stubborn streak, whether it was with that cocky smile he always threw your way or the domineering tone he like to tease you with, something about him made you suddenly brave and willing to challenge anything he said.
Normally, that was part of what made your friendship fun, the two of you constantly bickering and at odds with each other, but this was much different than arguing over where to get dinner or what to watch on tv.
You were chest to chest now, able to feel his heart pounding surprisingly fast as he stared down at you.
“Prove it.” He said, his tone having lost its teasing edge as his gaze flickered between your eyes and your mouth.
That was all it took to make you break.
You closed the gap between the two of you, pushing him back against the wall as your lips clashed.
This wasn’t at all like the first time you’d kissed, there was no hesitancy or tender playfulness, it was hot and rushed and needy, full of tongue and teeth.
You were aware of a voice in the back of your head frantically screaming at you, something about how this was terrible idea and could ruin things between you and Jungkook completely, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care as his warm hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as his tongue fought with yours for dominance. He tasted sharp and sweet like the wine you had brought, his skin hot under your fingertips as your hands slipped from his shoulders to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly at the strands and earning a low grunt from him.
His grip on your hips tightened before sliding down to grope your ass, grinding you against the growing bulge in his pants.
A surprised squeak left you, making him chuckle against your lips as you mentally cursed yourself. You were not about to let him have the upper hand, not this quickly.
You slipped a hand down between you to palm him over his pants, squeezing just enough to cause what sounded very much like a moan to you to release from his throat, though you knew he’d tried to deny it.
Just as suddenly as you’d begun, you pulled away, making his eyes snap open in confusion.
“What are you-?” He panted, stopping in shock as you dropped to your knees in front of him.
“I’m helping you out.” You said simply, undoing his belt as you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Is that okay?”
He nodded, breathing unsteadily.
“I need words, Sweetie.” You said, making him flush at the petname as you fiddled with his zipper. “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”
“I want it,” He quickly blurted, giving up control with surprising ease as he stared down at you, eyes black with need. “I-I want your mouth, please.”
“Good boy.” You tugged his jeans down, revealing the prominent tent in his boxers, a small wet patch on the material showing just how eager he was.
“These are cute.” You commented, toying with the waistband before letting it snap back against his skin, making him jump slightly. “Purple looks good on you.”
“Noona, please.” He whined in frustration, his head falling back against the wall as his hips twitched forward involuntarily.
“Fine, since you’re asking so politely.” You pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, hanging heavy in front of your face.
He was slightly bigger than you expected, the tip flushed deep red and leaking precum as you took him in your hand, making him shudder.
“Mm, should’ve known, even your cock’s pretty.” You mused, leaning in to give it a cursory lick, sucking the tip into your mouth for a moment before pulling back, leaving a few kisses along the underside of his length as you glanced up at him to gauge his reaction.
He was staring down at you slack-jawed, his breaths coming out in uneven pants as you pumped him with your hand.
He already looked slightly fucked out and you’d barely done anything to him yet, giving you a massive surge of confidence as you held eye contact with him, gathering as much spit as you could in your mouth before letting it dribble down over his twitching length.
“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, squiming slightly.
Still holding his gaze, you took him fully into your mouth, sinking down as far as you could go.
“Fuck!” He gasped, his head falling back against the wall with a thump as you pulled back, swirling your tongue around him teasingly before sinking down again, letting him hit the back of your throat and holding him there for a moment before pulling off.
You quickly found your rhythm, bobbing your head up and down on him and using your hands on what wouldn’t fit in your mouth.
He let out a low whine, fists clenched so tight against his thighs his knuckles had gone white.
Noticing this, you used your free hand to guide his to your head, letting him tangle his fingers in your hair and giving him something to ground himself with.
All too soon, you felt him beginning to tense, his grip on your head tightening as his thighs started to shake.
“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” He whimpered. “Where do you want me to-?”
You only answer to him taking him and deeper and swallowing around him, making him cry out as his hip bucked forward, fucking your face as he chased his release.
“Shit, Y/n, I-” His words were choked off with a groan as he came, cumming down your throat in hot spurts.
He slumped back against the wall, breathing hard as you slowly pulled off of him, making a point to meet his eyes again as you swallowed.
“Shit, Y/n,” He said weakly as you stood back up. “That was-”
You cut him off with another kiss, feeling him twitch against your leg as he tasted himself on your tongue.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
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jinkookspencil · 7 months
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one to seven | jjk
you're finally ready to get intimate with your boyfriend one day... but it quickly turns into seven...
pairing: jk x chubby reader (f)
words: ~6.3k
tags and description: fluff but suggestive 18+ (read note) / established relationship but it’s early on in the relationship / i hope this is clear in the fic but it’s divided into seven days and the first bit before ‘one’ takes place during the seventh day, then it goes back to one (the first day) and leads up to that beginning (seven) / probably could be considered slice of life but yn does go through some sort of change/arc since yn is insecure.... at first / one-shot / obviously inspired by seven by jungkook / as requested by this anon! tysm for requesting!!
note on the rating and label: i labelled this suggestive, but it’s really all about sex (since it’s inspired by seven) and yn’s relationship with sex, especially in relation to jungkook / with that all said, i wouldn’t consider this smut because even though it’s all about sex, it doesn’t really go into them actually doing it and describing sex in graphic detail. that is what i stopped writing. this fic has more of the build up and the ‘after’ - the time surrounding the actual sex. i think this is as ‘nsfw’ as i’m willing to go. it alludes to many different aspects of sex though (yn is having fun).
author’s note: these past few days, i’ve been quite down. jungkook made me smile more than people i know and needed in real life, so i’m always thankful to him, but i’m also very thankful to the community on here and the anon who requested. writing this kept my mind busy on nights that were otherwise heartbreaking and tiresome for me - if i didn't spend those nights writing this, i probably would have cried myself to sleep. so really, thank you. i'm so happy to have this community and the other requests in my inbox to work on and give me joy in the meantime. i needed this, and the fact that i hit a follower milestone on here (1k yay!) while writing this makes it all the more meaningful. thank you guys. i hope you guys enjoy reading this, please let me know what you think <3 💕🌻
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The sunlight streaming in beneath the curtains wakes you, interrupting the pitch-black darkness of Jungkook’s bedroom… But your boyfriend’s arm, suddenly wrapping around your naked torso calms your aching body.
Just a week ago, you’d been too shy to be so intimate with your boyfriend. Sure, you’d been together for months, but that’s how long it took for you to finally get comfortable enough - and Jungkook, the angel that he was, waited. Instead of making love, he spent all his time proving his love, kissing you as you liked, praising you, making sure you were always comfortable and always knew what you deserved… as well as how deeply he felt for you. He never rushed, never complained - only pleaded to be kissed and touched in the ways you were comfortable with, never more.
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one
It was a regular Monday when everything changed. No sudden, irresistible ‘turn-on’. No sudden urge of sexual desire that overwhelmed your senses. Not even a sexy picture from Jungkook - those he loved to send just because it made him happy to do so (and to receive compliments from you).
But rather, it was a settling feeling of happiness and contentment that did it. A magical ‘you know when you know moment” that shook your entire world and made itself apparent… when he sent you an adorable selfie of himself in a frog hat at work with the caption "prince charming". As expected, he was still wearing said hat when greeted you at his front door with a wide smile and wide arms, and you pull the hat off of him when you tip-toe to kiss him.
This was home.
A hearty meal (that Jungkook prepared himself) later, you stop the movie you’re watching and move to touch your boyfriend’s cheek. “I kinda really wanna make out with you, Koo.” He wastes no time and your lips are interlocked in seconds. You place Jungkook’s hesitant hand above your waist, guiding his fingers to the hooks of your bra, but he moves it swiftly to tug at your neckline and kiss you on your shoulder, where you’d just begun allowing him to kiss.
“I hope I’m loving you right, baby,” he whispers onto your skin, pecking it once more.
The words broke your heart. Of course, he was loving you ‘right’. His efforts did not go unappreciated or unseen, especially after years of heartbreak and boys who saw you as nothing but 'beautiful on the inside,' fetishes, momentary and secretive pleasures, or simply not a girl worth sticking around for. Jungkook, on the other hand, was almost hard to tame. He praised you constantly, but never just your appearance and never just in private. Early on, it seemed that neither of you was into PDA, but soon enough Jungkook was mindlessly touching, kissing, and holding you in public - and you found out that you actually loved it. You loved him.
“You’re loving me right, Jeon Jungkook,” you whisper back into his hair to reassure him, and you feel him smile against you.
“You deserve the world. You’re my world,” he says, breaking away to look at you and cup your cheeks, only for you to pull him closer once more, and he yelps when you return his hand where you’d wanted it. “Cheeky!”
“Jungkook, I’m ready. I'm ready to...,” you announce in a blurt, placing your hand on his chest.
“What? Hun, if this is about what I said, I didn’t mean-“ he panics.
“I knew I was ready before you’d even opened up your beautiful mouth, Koo. I saw the frog hat, and I just knew."
“Do you have a ‘thing for frogs’? Is that what did it? You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” he giggles. “Very funny. Let’s just kiss-"
“I want this, Jungkook. I want you. I’m scared… but I want you.”
Immediately, his eyebrows furrow, and he’s staring at your lips attentively. “What are you scared of, my angel?”
You’re unable to look at your boyfriend anymore, hanging your head low. “I'm afraid that you won’t like my body. I wouldn't have taken this decision if I didn't know for certain that you found me beautiful but... I'm still scared. Because what if you change your mind? I waited until I knew I wanted to be with you fucking forever, and… if you change your mind about me -”
Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue - and it’s so attractive but so damn nerve-wracking that you’re unable to complete your thought, the deep-rooted fear inside your head, and your voice trails off.
He breaks away, cupping your cheeks. “Look at me,” he says. When you muster up the courage to do so, he is already staring into your eyes. “I could never change my mind about you. What did I say, hmm? You’re my fucking world, and I already want that forever too.” He plants a soft kiss on the edge of your lips before continuing. “I know saying 'don't be scared' might not calm your nerves, but I mean it if that's what you're afraid of. I've felt your body, love. I've seen you a million different times and I think you're gorgeous every single time. I never said this to you before because I never wanted to pressure you, and I want to, you know, love you right, which is respectfully and the way you deserve, but baby… I’ve wanted to see... kiss your body for ages. Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about this? About seeing you? About making love with you? I want you - in every single way possible.”
"You've been so patient, and I know it must've been hard... I'm sorry, Koo," you mumble, tears forming at your waterline as you take a deep breath.
“Don’t be, my angel,” he whispers, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your forehead. “I want you even if sex was entirely off the table because I want you.
When you first told me about everything, it's clear you went through a ton of shit you didn't deserve. It makes me so furious but I’m glad you know what you deserve. Someone who listens to you, who makes you feel comfortable and safe, and loves you. I’m trying to be that guy because you’re the girl worth waiting for, baby. The girl worth a thousand, million universes rather than this world alone…. and I love you more than anything.”
He kisses you, deeply and truly, more passionately than he’d ever done - and you know you meant your words as well.
“I love you more than you can imagine, and I said what I said too… I- I want..you, Jungkook. I’m ready,” you say, leaning in with your breath ghosting his lips.
“Are you su-“
“I’m sure, Koo…. I’m wearing lingerie under these clothes,” you whisper with a giggle that he echos.
“Oh, my love….” Jungkook says fondly, inching closer towards you to kiss you once, then staring into your eyes as he pulls you into a hug and moves a hand to rest where you’d wanted it before holding your hand with the other, kissing your knuckles as he led you into the bedroom. But he quickly lets go. In a flash, Jungkook hurriedly dashes around his room, muttering to himself while lighting every candle he owns. “I need to make this romantic - my girl deserves ultimate romance! If I’d have known I would’ve gone all out, I would’ve… I don’t know what I would’ve done other than jack myself off beforehand at the thought of it finally happening, but - fuck, Jungkook, what are you saying? No, it’s good you didn’t tell me beforehand. God, you’re so hot for being spontaneous.”
Jungkook ends his panicked monologue entirely relaxed and only an inch away from you, his demeanor transformed, and your endeared giggles stop at the scene of it all becoming very real.
“Stop me whenever you want me to,” he whispers, caressing your face.
You nod with a smile as you sit back on his bed, taking a deep breath when Jungkook hovers over you and helps lift your dress over your head, leaving you in the new silky lingerie set you’d bought.
It was hard to ignore the excitement on Jungkook's face, of which he made no effort to hide. “My beautiful girl,” he says, taking in the sight of you before finally looking at your face once again and pressing his lips against yours, undoubtedly feeling the rush of your heartbeat with your chest against his and his fingers at your neck.
“Let me ease your mind,” he whispers, letting his hands wander to your hips, gripping them as he lowers himself until he is face to face with your waist. He was steady in his pace, still not rushing while he kissed your waist and up and down your torso with careful touches…. despite the fact that he soon tore your new lingerie into pieces.
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two
Jungkook wakes up beside you the same way he’d made love to you both times the previous night: slowly and gently. Vanilla, just like the scent you inhale on the arm he wraps around you, but passionate and caring in a way that proved your feelings about him, and his towards you. Just what you needed.
The love and care he showed you that morning, from the sudden morning fuck session to the following hours twisted in bedsheets grazing each other's skin, and the soothing, soapy shower you took together, were among the most blissful moments in your entire life. Refreshed and giddy, you meet Jungkook in his kitchen in just your bra and one of his oversized tees - the most naked or revealing you'd been in front of him, save for the night before and the morning you'd spent together…. There probably was no need to cover up anymore, you happily thought… until he seemed to notice your stretch marks.
“Next time, we’re keeping the lights on. How’d I not notice these last night? Or in the shower?” he asks curiously, pausing while plating your meal just to see the lines at your hips.
“You were probably too mesmerized by my beautiful eyes,” you joke, ruffling his hair as he bent down to inspect your marks.
“Way more than just your eyes, baby,” he giggled. “Do you have them anywhere else? I think I see some on your thighs.”
“Yeah and on my stomach too. They’re all over,” you say, showing him, before finally dropping the question on the tip of your tongue. “Are they… a turn-off?”
“A turn-off? Not in the slightest. Why would they be?” he questions curiously.
“People don’t usually like em,” you say, grabbing Jungkook’s arm. “My skin isn’t ‘picture perfect.”
“It’d be boring if it is. Mine isn’t. Look at the arm you’re holding, babe. I added tattoos so my skin wouldn’t be picture-perfect, baby. Except your markings are entirely your own, and hey, the way they look like roots? It’s almost poetic, isn’t it? Wow.”
You kiss his lips immediately, tasting the berries he’d whipped up into your smoothies - but the breakfast was quickly forgotten. Jungkook places you onto the kitchen counter instead, tracing and kissing every mark on your body so lovingly with the daylight shining onto you…. and you’d discovered that Jungkook ate everything with passion and furrowed brows.
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three
Though you’d been spending days with Jungkook already, Wednesday was the day you had a planned date - one that was actually outside, after the back-to-back days spent intertwined all around his apartment.
A knock was at your door just as you were putting on the final touches to your outfit - a dainty set of gold jewelry - and you were still fiddling with the earring when you answered.
Jungkook showed up at your place to pick you up, dressed in a grey, collared shirt with a striped tank top underneath - adorable enough to drive you crazy - but more importantly, he’d shown up with a heartwarming bouquet of sunflowers in one hand and a picnic basket in the other - but he drops both at the sight of you.
“Oh baby,” are the first words Jungkook says, rushing in to pull you into a kiss. “Can we forget about the picnic? This… this is my fantasy.” His finger skim over the cotton fabric at your hips, scrunching up the fabric over your thighs.
“It’s forgotten,” you reply, letting his hand wander. “Tell me all your fantasies, Kook.”
“You, my dream girl. You’re my fantasy….. and fucking said dream girl - you - in a sundress… oof. This was… This always was….”
A laugh escapes you and a feeling of comfort floods your senses, seeing marvel on Jungkook’s face as he studied the floral dress that lay on your body. Neither of you bothered to move about the apartment for a while, kissing, touching, and more then and there behind the front door, until Jungkook pulled his hand from within your underwear to tug the dress off your body, revealing your sheer slip underneath.
“No fucking way,” he sighs, placing his hand behind you, fingers digging into your plush thighs and swiftly lifting you in his hands. With Jungkook still kissing your clavicle and ignoring your fearful, pleased shrieks, you have no choice but to comply, wrapping your legs around him and edging closer to his body, giggling as Jungkook rushes to the couch.
“Ride me? Ride me in this, pretty?” he pleads, kissing your neck once more before already leaning back.
“I’m scared, my love. What if I crush you?” you say, skimming his abs.
“Oh, wait - there’s another fantasy,” he proclaims with a smirk. “I’ll be fine. If you’ve crushed exes in the past, I’m actually jealous. though they probably weren’t strong enough.”
“No one ever wanted me on top, JK… but I guess you're strong enough since no one ever carried me like that before.”
“Fucking weak ass idiots. I don’t want to think about that now. I want you on top of me… in this pretty little dress that lets me see… everything,” he gasps, cupping your breast over the fabric before quickly adding, ”…if you’re okay with it.”
“Tell me if I hurt you,” you say as you help undress him.
“You could never.”
+
You could never forget the whimpers and the laughs you’d heard from Jungkook that evening, both when you’d asked him the same question. “Am I doing okay?” in the heat of the moment, was met with an ineligible whimper you’d heard for the very first time from Jungkook, who could only respond as such for minutes.
“Fuck, yes, you— you’re doing so good, baby,” he let out, continuously praising you afterwards, even until you asked the question again.
“Was that okay?” you ask him breathlessly when it was all over. He burst into a laugh, and if he hadn’t held onto your body so tightly, you’d have thought he was laughing at you.
“Okay? OKAY?! Honey…,” he starts, placing soft kisses on your skin as he talks. “Let me explain…This angle was… the way I could see you... your body...… and what you were doing to me. Oh, what did you do to me?! The way you wrapped around me, the way you rode… It was just right. And the fact that it’s your first time in that position? Then you pinned me down and I lost myself, I really did. You’re not a mortal human. You’re a witch. Some sex witch. That’s what you are - and you took my soul pleasuring me like that. No… no human woman could ever ride that way… that well. I’ve never felt that good… ever.”
Finally reassured, you wrap your arm around his tattooed one. “My spell worked! I’m glad you felt so good, baby.”
Jungkook sits upright, holding your hand. “Wait, did you feel okay? How was it for you?”
At that, you grab one of your nearby pillows to cover half your face, your shyness returning merely to answer his question honestly. “Jungkook… I know you’re big, but I’ve never felt you that deep before.”
“And? Does it hurt?” he asks with wide, concerned eyes that briefly trail down your sweaty body and how the fabric clung onto it even more.
“A bit,” you admit, throwing the pillow aside. “But it was… very good and very fun once I got over the scare and saw that you seemed to be enjoying yourself, playing with my tummy and tits and all, lifting me up a little too….” You trace his arms, hesitantly finishing the rest of your thought. “And then your hands stayed at my hips and ass. Albeit I missed the beginning, but god, was it heavenly - with your moans and the way you looked so helpless, in awe... pleased... because of me…. I kinda liked seeing you under me then, I liked having that….,” you pause, holding Jungkook’s face in your hands. “To have that control over you. To see you moan like that because of me. It was fun, baby. I wanna ride you again.”
“Yeah?” he asks, laughing again, and even harder when you nod eagerly.
“Oh, baby… You’re in for way more fun than you ever imagined.”
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four
Jungkook reluctantly left your apartment the next day and kept his promise to return by bedtime. But when he shows up at your door at midnight, entirely devoid of color, you’re concerned.
“I know I look like shit, and I do feel like shit, but I’m okay,” he says instantly, quickly explaining that because he’d been spending his days and nights with you, he’d barely had time to go to the gym, so he’d crammed in an intense session before the planned picnic the day before and spent hours boxing after leaving you that next morning.
“Couldn’t you have told them you’re doing enough cardio with me?” you joke, poking his arm, but Jungkook winces through his smile and grazes where you’d touched him - this was the most he’d do to admit that he was so sore.
You wrap your arms around your boyfriend to envelope him in a tight hug, and he does the same, squeezing your soft body and letting out a moan as he does so. “This feels so good. So cozy.”
“Then it’s just cuddles for you today, baby,” you say, rubbing his back and tapping his ass gently. “I’ll go change out of all this lingerie I’m wearing underneath.”
“No, no, no,” Jungkook pouts, shaking his head, nudged in the crook of your neck, as he begins to tug at the hem of your shirt. “My body is still strong, I promise. You proved that you’re not a mere mortal - I’m the same! I won’t let my physical human-appearing body stop me - wait, don’t learn this lesson from me, by the way. You have to tell me whenever you’re in pain, okay?”
“Okay,” you groan.
“Are you still in pain, actually? From all the riding?” Jungkook says teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows, with his hand softly resting on your stomach.
"Yeah, a little - especially this morning. But it’s like my body craves you so much that it basically got over it by nightfall… that doesn’t mean you’re not sore, though, Koo.”
“Please, baby,” he protests, kissing you. “I want you. It’ll help me forget the pain…. Do you really have lingerie under there?”
You allow Jungkook to pull up your top to see your breasts, held just right in pink lace.
“Fucking hell,” he says, rushing to take your top off when you let it drop over your body. “Please tell me you’re down to fuck.”
“Jungkook!” you yelp, pushing your boyfriend’s ticklish fingers aside until you’re able to hold his hands. “You’re in pain, and you’ve been making me feel better all week, baby… Let me do the same for you, hmm? Please?”
Jungkook cocks his brow as a reflex but doesn’t move. He lets you caress his face and kiss him deeply before leading him into the bedroom. He doesn’t say anything beyond quiet gasps of amazement when you begin undressing, down to your lingerie, nor does he say anything when you take off his clothes for him and push him onto the bed...until you let your hand skim down his torso...
“I can fuck, I promise,” Jungkook says in a panic. “Fuck… Are you su…?”
Looking up, you see anticipation in his eyes, his gaze flickering between himself and your salivated lips. You’ve never done this to him before. Surely, he’d been wanting it, and still, he never rushed you… It’s best you hurry up to it.
“Shut up, Jungkook,” you say. “Let me swallow your damn pride.”
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five
It was no lie you’d blushed often after your first night together - merely days ago - and though you’d had each other a number of times since, Jungkook kissed every inch of your face every time it flushed in the slightest. It was only natural for you to do the same to him when he spent the entire morning after your fourth night together flustered.
“You told me not to be shy, and now you’re going all red?” you giggle, kissing your boyfriend’s red ear.
“I can’t help it,” he says, touching where you’d kissed him. “My girlfriend is a fucking sex witch… Wh-where did you learn to do that?”
“The noises you made were a pretty good indication of how you like it,“ you say, letting your hand trail down his chest.
“…God you sound so fucking cocky right now, and it’s turning me on even more”, he groans, his hand resting over yours but letting you lead the way rather than guiding it himself.
“So…. you liked it, huh? Me taking control a little?”
“A little? Hun….” he trails off, so you kiss his forehead. “Can you….”  He fiddles with his fingers and his face flushes again, so you kiss his lips. “Aish....” he giggles, trapping your arms to finish his sentence in peace. “Baby, can you…. Can you boss me around again tonight?”
“You want me to dominate you?” you ask, taken aback.
A wide smirk appears on Jungkook’s face.
+
Such a request proved to be a night for your classic black lace lingerie set, with matching robe and dark lipstick… but Jungkook smiles too innocently when you enter the dimly lit bedroom, looking as such.
“I can’t be all bossy if you look at me like that, Koo.”
“I can’t change my round face and round eyes, baby… but then again, I thought you couldn’t switch up your ‘sweet, innocent girl’ persona until yesterday,” he smiles.
You roll your eyes. “Keep saying more things like that. That’ll make it easier to dominate you. I’m not so innocent, you know?”
“Oh, I know. I was there last night.”
“I have no idea how to go about this,” you admit, shoulders dropping in front of your boyfriend. “Tell me what to do.”
“No - you tell me what to do. Boss me around a little. No ‘please’. No pet names for now. Just commands. Tell me exactly what you want. What you want me to touch. What you want me to do What you want me to say. I'll help, and the instructions will help me please you just the way you like it in the future.”
“And if you get uncomfortable?”
“We have the safe word.”
A final kiss and nod of reassurance give you all you need to go on.
Trying it out, you manhandle your incredibly strong boyfriend until his arm wraps around your waist, his left hand resting just where you wanted it at your hip, while you guide the other hand to your heat. Already, you’re electrified by the control and decide to prolong this for as much as possible…. Might as well have some fun...
“First things first….” You say, backing away to lie on the bed and gently pushing Jungkook off when he follows, so he still stands in front of you, waiting. “Strip. To that song from your Calvin Klein ad.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
+
Jungkook was a smartass. He clearly didn’t mind being bossed around for a little - the ‘clear instructions’ did help him, and he seemed to be enjoying every minute of it, as he’d claimed - but when you’d tapped out from it all at dawn, there was not only amusement behind the smile on his face, but pride as well.
“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing your hand when you were both ready to pass out. “Oh, I worship you.”
The little brat knew the effect it’d have on you, and you didn’t wait until the next morning to call him out on it.
“Did you want me to take control because you thought it’d make me more confident?” you ask while Jungkook cleans you up, and he smiles at your question.
“If you feel that way, it’s all you, baby,” Jungkook says, kissing your body. “Is that how you feel?”
“I feel… powerful,” you admit.
A moan promptly escapes Jungkook at your words, and his kisses grow hungrier, finally meeting your lips and letting out another noise when you tug at his lips. Jungkook only breaks away to look into your eyes and sigh in adoration before kissing you once more.
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six
The night made you feel like a whole new woman. And you were ready for more, too, feeling the urge to grab Jungkook the moment you wake up…. but you soon realize you had his bed to yourself. Seeing the messy sheets and his hairbrush tossed onto the mattress, you briefly recall being nudged awake at noon and him muttering some words about a sudden work meeting. A Post-It note tacked onto the bedside table backed up the fact with a short message in Jungkook’s handwriting.
“Baby - Got called into the company. I’ll be there til 7 at least. Text me when you’re awake. I love you.”
Washing up didn’t do anything to wash away the urge to have Jungkook once more - if anything, it only prolonged your steaming shower. Wrapped up in a robe with nothing to do in your boyfriend’s apartment on a quiet Saturday, you get an idea.
Risque pictures were never something you’ve done before, and an hour passes by the time you’re comfortable with the ones you’ve taken. Looking through your camera roll, you weave through and delete awkward photos until you were left with a variety of shots that left you surprised by how hot you’d looked, whether you were entirely bare or with the lingerie you’d worn the night prior.
Though it’d been the afternoon and a long while since you’d woken up, you send the photos to Jungkook.
you🌻 [5:01pm]: “good morning baby :)” (5 attachments)
A text arrives a minute later.
jk💕💫 [5:06pm]: “Oh fuck.”
jk💕 💫[5:09pm]: “what have i done”
jk💕💫 [5:09pm]: “what have YOU done”
you🌻 [5:13pm]: “well besides take the photos, i took a very, very long, very hot shower… since you’re not here. hope you’re having fun at work xx”
No texts arrive while you lounge around the apartment in one of Jungkook’s T-shirts, reveling in the image of him being hot and bothered for you during some meeting … but close to an hour later, you hear the familiar beeps of the keypad at Jungkook’s front door.
Your boyfriend storms through the door with furrowed brows and a stern look, his jacket thrown aside and his shirt already off of him and discarded by the door. Somehow, he manages to squiggle out of his trousers on his way to you, and he’s naked save for his boxers by the time he gets to you on the couch - which all took mere seconds.
“Jungkook!” you squeal with joy when he lunges at you, biting your neck and quickly taking off the t-shirt you were wearing. His bites resume at your clavicle and above your chest, which he aggressively holds in his hands, tutting at the fact that you hadn’t worn any underwear or a bra underneath it. But his fingers move to the small of your back, forcefully pushing your hips upwards and towards him while he wedges his leg between your thighs.
“Brat,” he whispers. “Missed me, huh?”
“You’re one to talk. What happened to staying til 7?” you quickly ask.
“Fuck that,” he says, continuing to kiss you, but soon you’re unable to let go of a nagging worry.
“Baby,” you stop him, placing your hands on his bare shoulders. “I don’t want the boys to hate me. I don’t want to be the reason you’re missing work.”
“You’re saying this now? After you sent me the sluttiest photos I’ve ever seen in my life? While knowing I was at work? And right before the fucking we were going to do because of said photos?” Jungkook asks with raised brows, but you feel his shoulders slouch, and he squeezes between his eyebrows before his hands stroke your arms.
“Baby, it’s fine. I guess I have something to say about it, too. Taehyung hyung…… fuck… he accidentally saw the photos. I was so distracted and obviously aroused by your nudes that I just stared into my phone for a damn while. He was sitting right beside me and peeked. Since I gave him an earful for not looking away until I caught him, he’s apologizing by covering for me. I’m sorry he ever saw it, baby. And for what it’s worth, they all told me they love you already - apparently, I’ve never been so giddy. They can’t wait to meet you, honey….So even though it’s unfortunate that he saw it… at least we get to fuck, mm?”
Smiling, you hold Jungkook’s hands in yours and kiss him quickly. “So… Taehyung didn’t look away, huh?”
Jungkook’s jaw drops, and for the first time in your relationship, he looks genuinely irritated. “And why do you care?”
“I like knowing I’m sexy, boo,” you say, leaning back on your hands. Jungkook seemed to be just as you expected and hoped him to be - the jealous type. “Aren’t you proud to have such a hot girlfriend? One the guys are so jealous of?”
Jungkook’s eyes turn feral, and suddenly, he lunges at you with the same hunger he’d met you with earlier. His lovebites on your neck and shoulders are sure to leave very visible marks, and you couldn’t be happier.
Suddenly, he whips his head up, his nose brushing yours, while his fingers wrap around your neck, grazing over where his mouth had been.
“Listen to me, brat,” he says, obviously resisting the smirk that appears on his face when he catches your knowing, anticipating glare. “I think I let you have too much fun, hmm?”
You nod, slowly, and his fingers tighten around your neck while his other hand finds your chin.
“Don’t you ever forget: I’m yours.”
+
The both of you try to catch your breath, and Jungkook realizes that tears are streaming down your face before you do. His behavior stops at once.
“Baby? Baby, what happened? Did it hurt? Was I too much? I’m sorry,” he says with a croak in his voice, kissing your wet cheeks.
Your angel - though minutes ago, it seemed as though Jungkook had transformed into your own personal sex demon, torturing you with endless, repetitive, fiery bouts of pleasure. It felt too good - why were you crying?
“Jungkook, no,” you let out, catching your breath. “No, it was… electric. Can you cry from feeling too good?”
He lets out a sigh of relief as he wraps his arm around your sweaty waist. “I’ve read once that it can happen to some people, yeah. I’m just glad to know you’re okay.”
“Angry sex hits different I guess,” you say. peeking at Jungkook through your periphery. His eyes seem to be wet too.
“I still haven’t forgotten what you said, you know?” he says, bringing his leg up to wrap around your thighs in a cuddle. “Are you really happy that Tae saw your photos? You want him to think you’re hot? Do you think he's hot?”
“I don’t care at all, my love,” you say, softly scratching Jungkook’s scalp and seeking his gaze. “I just had an urge. To fuck or be fucked angrily - but the thing is, you never get angry. I figured jealousy might do the trick, but… it was childish, and I didn’t mean what I said in the slightest - so I’m sorry.” Jungkook remains silent, tracing the marks on your stomach in thought, so you go on.
“You fuck me passionately enough, Koo - too passionately, even - if that’s what you’re wondering. I guess what I said is only half the truth. I knew it might work because I get jealous over you, too, you know? I get angry. Sure, it’s rare nowadays since you’re always there for me and make my world happier and calmer…. but I guess I buried my anger and jealousy, how pent up I can sometimes get seeing other girls - models, idols, staff, fans… everyone - they ogle you and visibly want you for themselves… and I won some cosmic lottery because you’re you and you’re mine! Naturally, I get worried. Jealous.”
He takes a deep breath, and you quickly whisper an afterthought. “I hoped you felt the same way about me. That I’m yours.”
Jungkook sits up, grazing your hair now, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead…. and flicking it right afterward. “My beautiful idiot - and I will only call you an idiot this one time because you’re acting like one! Did you miss the part where I gave Taehyung an earful? I know he respects me, and he respects you, but I still got jealous that he even saw it. I rushed here, so hot and bothered and ready to fuck because of the photos but also because of that anger. I wanted to fuck my beautiful girl. You know how you say you love it when I wrap my arm around you in public - I do that all the time since you said it, but do you know the first time I did it was because a guy wouldn’t stop staring at you? It’s happened far too many times.”
“I was probably too happy to have your arm around me to notice,” you whisper.
“Maybe, baby. Exactly, actually. Baby, you need to look at me when you see those girls you mentioned because if you do, you’ll see what they see: someone so ridiculously in love already. I never took notice because ever since I met you… every other girl ceased to exist in my eyes. The only one I see is my beautiful smartass witch who has taken over my brain and magically transfigured herself into my whole world.” You chuckle, but he goes on. “My love, I can’t tell you not to get jealous. God knows I can’t stop myself, either. But if there’s one thing in the world you shouldn’t worry about, it’s me thinking of anyone else.”
“Neither should you, Koo,” you say, holding onto him.
“I’m yours… and you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, and you’re mine,” you repeat, tears streaming down your face once more.
And once again, Jungkook kisses your tears away before kissing you more deeply, and you discover make-up sex to be more passionate than angry sex.
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seven
The sunlight streaming in beneath the curtains wakes you, interrupting the pitch-black darkness of Jungkook’s bedroom… your boyfriend's arm wraps around you, pulling you tightly against his body in his sleep. You remain that way, happily pressed against him and breathing to the magically rhythmic beat of Jungkook’s snoring and mumbling. A feeling of sleepiness returns as you close your eyes with your mind drifting away in your feelings of contentment… so much so that you don’t notice that his snoring has stopped.
“I think I met you in another life,” he whispers.
Sharply exhaling at the most romantic words you’d heard your entire life, you face Jungkook, brushing away the hair on his face, and to your shock, he opens his eyes widely.
“Oh, baby. I didn’t realize you were up,” he mumbles, with his face flushing.
“I think so too,” you say back, instantly kissing your boyfriend and suddenly bear-hugging him underneath the covers. Ready to fall asleep once again, you rest your head on Jungkook’s shoulder while he moans, happy as ever to lay underneath the weight of you…. but you soon pull away to confirm your suspicion. He is excited.
“Oh, Jungkook, baby…. With the week we’ve had…. I’m exhausted,” you admit while still clinging onto him tighter.
“It’s not a week yet, baby,” he moans, his hand finding the small of your back. “I’ll take it slow.”
“You’re lucky it’s Sunday, and that we have the whole day to ourselves, you little sex demon,” you say, grazing up his chest until your fingers find his nape and you’re able to pull him in for a sleepy, sloppy kiss and mindless touches.
“Let’s sleep in.”
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My Little Saesang (Part 2)
chubby reader x idol jungkook
Summary: Y/N had been a super fan for a while. Some would say bordering on saesang or creep level. She didn't think she was one, till she experienced an incident that made her stop being a fan. She had never thought that Jungkook or any of BTS ever noticed her, as she was part of the masses of obsessive fans. But they had. Especially, one doe eyed idol in particular. He never thought he would miss his fan, or shall we say saesang. Yet, he couldn't help but notice her absence. He took her comforting presence, her kind eyes, hair disheveled in excitement, and wide smile for granted. And he didn't know when her presence started to matter to him so much. When exactly did she become such a constant in his life?
Disclaimer: The Jungkook represented in this fic does not reflect the true actions or thoughts of the real life Jungkook. Please treat this fic as exactly what it is, fiction
Triggers: Critique of fandom culture and kpop as a whole, identity crisis, eventual smut
Note: Not proofread. Slated to be approximately 4 parts or less.
Jungkook POV
It took me about two weeks, but I did start to notice her absence. I never got her real name. But I and all the other members christened her with the moniker of strawberry shortcake, for how tiny and chubby she was, and also how flushed her entire face and neck become as she jumped up and down to our songs. We called her berry or SS for short. The few fans we had from the beginning, we either knew their actual names or had little nicknames to commemorate them.
She was a fan of the entire group, but I knew I was her bias, and so did the other members. It was obvious, the way she left tiny gifts wrapped in gold and red ( as though it were perpetually christmas year round for her) addressed towards me. She even took fancams of me, her eyes furtively moving along my body , gasping when she caught sight of my abs over the years. I wouldn't deny that sometimes I played up my antics for the camera just so I could catch her mouth wide open in an "O" petrified in shock as she bopped her head up and down manically.
Berry was not there. And it was starting to really bother me. It shouldn't in fact. She shouldn't matter that much to me. Yet, I always had her in my corner since debut. I always had her eyes on me, watching over me. It felt comforting even though she had gotten a little too close for comfort twice or thrice by accosting me with gifts on sets of music video shoots or backstage. Her specialty was with desserts. She would always leave me coffee infused brownies and tres leche cake towards the end of the year right in front of the HYBE building, addressed to me specifically with a cheery little note wishing me for christmas and new years.
And now I was staring at the entire crowd at MusicBank, surveying the area to see her familiar face. She was usually in the first row, bopping her light stick in an erratic manner, mouthing the lyrics to the song, staring at me with excited eyes that lit up with glee. The girl really didn't seem to love material things, because she would always wear the same red beanie and pearl earrings I had been seeing for the past 5 years. Her clothes were always a nondescript black or brown shade, pants and a sweater. She never really donned feminine clothes in all the years I had noticed her.
As I looked for her, I could only find her associate, the ARMY who always stuck by her, who we had named Specs. The tall, lithe limbed girl glared at me. It felt like she was piercing daggers through my skull as she squinted though her black thick framed glasses. She had always had a smile on her face, and now she looked so angry. Yoongi always had a tiny crush on her. She had supported him for ages, even paying for his meals many times when he was still a trainee. Why was she so indignant?
Before I could start questioning all of this even further, Yoongi came up to me with a hand on my shoulder, noticing Specs, "How is my baby doing? And why the hell is she glaring at you like you murdered her first born child? Did you do anything to her?", he questioned in a worried tone of voice. I answered back, "Of course not. I don't really interact with fans that personally. You know that hyung".
He continued quizzically, raising one eye brow up, "Where is berry? My baby Specs is alone today? You really must've done something to fuck things up. She isn't even looking at me. Totally ignoring me. The hell, she usually smiles softly at me and today she looks like somebody pissed on her breakfast. What gives"?
I had no idea what was going on. Our loyal fans for years, people who we didn't necessarily consider saesangs, but just sort of obsessive in their devotion, were either not present or ignoring us. What the hell was becoming of this fandom?!!!!
That's when I saw Berry push through the crowd. And I was so shook, that an earthquake could've come through and swallowed me up and I wouldn't have cared. Berry was dressed in a peach colored floral fit and flare dress with her customary pearls in her ears and what looked like heels on. The only way I knew was that she looked taller than usual. She had a floral ribbon in her hair, lip gloss on, eye make up on point. What the hell was she up to all of a sudden?
Her hair was streaming down her back in waves, loosened from the customary ponytail I saw all the time. She hugged Specs and a few other armies who I noticed she always had around with her. She kissed another army in a wheelchair on the cheek, plopping a pastry box in her hands and wrapping her neck with a scarf. With the deadest look in her eyes, lifeless and devoid of the usual pretty sparkle, she stared at me, as though it were some sort of messed up farewell. WTF??!!! Why did this feel like a good bye? She just looked so done.
She didn't smile at me or any of the members. She gave her light stick to another baby Army in 3rd row, she looked back once wistfully, and left the place through the door.
Where the fuck was she going?!!!?!
After the performance, dreading the fact that Berry left right in the beginning (something she had never done even once in the past years) , I walked up to Specs in the front row. The gangly girl looked super shocked to see me right up in front of her. I squeaked out in mild panic, "Where is your friend? She looked all dressed up and cute today. Does she have plans or something?"
The initial shock wore off on Specs face as something akin to irritation filtered through, "She has a date today , with a coworker I believe. That's why she is dressed up. But you don't need to know that. Today was her official last day as active super fan. She is still a fan, but she's decided to convert from offline to online fan. That's it". Specs said all this with a finality that started freaking me out. I stuttered, "SS-S-S-S-he became an online fan. Meaning, she won't show up in person to our events anymore"?
Specs muttered derisively, "Do you not understand anything I just said. Korean is your first language right? I just told you she is done being such an avid fan". She snorted, looking tired with a distant glaze in her eyes , "Maybe even I should stop. I am getting too old for this shit. My mom keeps telling me to get married, and here I am attending all this stuff, obsessing over millionaires who have more money than I ever could in my life. I am becoming an old fucking lady and I don't even have a husband or family of my own. I guess all of us older armies might need to redirect our lives back towards ourselves".
She stomped away after that remark. Yoongi ran up to me as I walked back stage. He inquired , "Is Specs still there? I was going to ask her for her number".
I grumbled out with my hands on my head, "She left hyung. So did berry, a while ago. I think we are losing our OG fans. Berry never left me once in the last few years. Even when we became so famous in the US, she never stopped attending my events, even some of the big ones in the US. What went so wrong that she is quitting?"
Yoongi choked in confusion, "You mean to tell me that both Specs and Berry are quitting. They ain't even that old, maybe late 20s. Oh no, fuck!!! My baby, Specs, I never told her how much she meant to me. What did she say?" Yoongi, shook my arm hard, trying to squeeze answer out at me. "She said that she is becoming too old for this and maybe she should get married soon, because her mother is pressuring her".
Yoongi's eyes popped wide open, panic and fear evident in his eyes, squeaking, "WTFFFFF. Since when did they give up on us like this? I can't let Specs go. She has been with me before I was famous , looking like a homeless dude, and even now. I have to get her back!!!! The fuck, I need to talk to the ARMY fanclub president for her contact". He scurried off in anxiety, leaving me back to stew in sadness. What had I done so wrong for Berry to leave me after so many years? Something must've ticked her off. Shit, the chocolate. It all hit me in a frenzy. It was the Godiva chocolate. That limited edition Christmas chocolate she had left for me that day on set.
It had been one of the hardest days in my schedule, and just seeing her face had made it all better. But the irritation had gotten to me, and in my anger at being hangry on a diet, I had thrown the chocolate in the trash. Oh no. Wait. A dreadful thought entered my head. What if she thought, that it was my rejection of her support and love as a fan? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She probably thought I hated her or something when it was just a bad day.
What bothered me even more, was that she had skipped my event to attend a date. A date with a guy who was not me. This thought filtered through my head, and I froze. Why did it aggravate me so much that she was on a date with another dude? Then I imagined her soft eyes, gleaming with love as she stared at another guy, kissed him on the cheek, sharing a chocolate cake with him and partaking in a chocolate-fililed kiss on the lips.
I felt like literally crying. I don't know why I did. But, I just did. I had to find her no matter what and I had to do it fast, before she gave up on me.
Y/N POV
The date had been fine. Jung-shik had been a cute guy, all brown curls , shy smiles and blushes. He was one of the art managers at KBS who I had met at the bakery. We talked about work, music, and art, eating cheese cake at a cake cafe. He had been a true gentleman, asking me what I wanted to have and opening the door for me, even going so far as to drop me near the bus station.
I sat at the bus station, waiting for my ride back at him when I saw a billboard of the sexy man himself, Jungkook. I could never escape this guy it seemed, even in death. I had felt his stare at me and Kim Hee today. It was odd, he never stared at individual fans like. He did that with particularly beautiful Armys---total models and divas I tell you. But, never with me. Even Yoongi stared at Kim Hee like they had three kids together, like she was coming home with him, like she was married to him---as much as that girl liked to deny it.
I never felt him even acknowledge me, with a glance, till today. I could feel the smoldering presence digging into my skin. Probably cause I dressed up for once today. As I was about to get on the bus that had pulled in, I saw a flash of black fluffy hair.
Before I could get on the bus, a strong sturdy vascular hand encircled my wrist, stopping me from getting on. Looking up at this man's face, I realized who it was. Doe eyes pierced into my face with a cutting glare, a sneer on his face, chewed up lips contorting in anger and ......something that felt like envy, "Who the hell did you go on a date with Berry? You better not be giving my chocolates away to anyone else".
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The Fantasy | JJK
You and your boyfriend try out a new form of role play, but it just keeps going wrong…
You realized how underappreciated you’ve become in your long term relationship and you can’t take it anymore, you want romance, you want excitement, you want to be wanted! So what happens? You find the courage to find someone better. You just hadn’t expected it to be Jeon Jungkook, who never took anything seriously, especially relationships. But that’s okay, because you don’t want a relationship, you want to be fucked. And that, Jungkook is very good at… ANYWAYS this is a lot of backstory for a shameless fic about getting railed a bunch of times. 
Warning: sadist!jungkook, yandere!jungkook, masochist!reader, CONSENSUAL-NON-CONSENSUAL, if you don’t like that kink at all, then stop right now, because it is literally what the title of the story is about :’), predator/prey, bdsm, I am not an expert, don’t take this as a healthy portrayal of anything :), drunk sex, dubcon, rough sex, safe word use, gaslighting, breakup, really really bad sex that I truly find more triggering than the CNC :’), over-jealousy, toxic behavior, body shaming, reader calls herself overweight (I never use the other word), fingering, knife play, slapping, oral sex, anal, multiple orgasms, overstimulation 
Word count: 10.6k
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“Any fantasies?” 
You hesitate.
Your relationship with Jungkook was going well, perfect, actually. It’s probably the best relationship you’ve ever been in, you realize. Definitely the best sex.
It’s funny how what you thought would be a one night stand has turned into this: cohabiting with – cooking each other dinner, dancing in your kitchen to music, fucking in your kitchen to music, fucking on every surface of your shared apartment – and enjoying each other’s company even when you weren’t in each other’s company, when he was on his computer mixing beats and you were on your laptop writing, sharing each other’s lives and becoming the couple all your friends groan about because you can’t keep your hands off each other. Because Jungkook, like you, had a Guinness World Record breaking high sex drive. And almost Immediately, the very night you decided to hook up with your long time friend, you discovered how compatible you were in the bedroom as well. 
But this, was a bit different.
FIRST TRY
You finish chopping vegetables for dinner, cleaning the cutting board under tap water. Your boyfriend comes up behind you covering your mouth first, pressing his body close to yours next, so forcefully the counter’s edge digs in your abdomen. You grunt against his palm as he pulls your head back, hand squeezing your breast harshly.
“Shhhh,” he calms you down, lips pressed to your ear, picking up a knife from the sink. You stay as still as possible when he runs the knife flat side against the front of your body, up your stomach, between your breasts, tantalizingly slow. And then lets the knife’s tip go under your shirt, turning it, slicing the fabric.
You gasp in surprise against his palm, your noises muffled. He tightens his hold on your body, voice deep, angrier, “Don’t make any fucking noise.”
Jungkook flips you around, pressing you into the wall between the fridge and pantry. Hands wrapping around your throat, straightening your body, he kisses you hard, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You moan, opening your mouth wider, letting him have his way.
“You’re not supposed to let me kiss you,” he breathes in. Hands pulling at the torn fabric.
“Oh? Oh, sorry.” You moan, “I’m sorry, you’re just so sexy, and I want you so badly,” you speak between kisses, “I can’t help it.” 
He smiles and sighs, carrying you to the bed instead. “We’ll try again,” you giggle. “I’ll be better, I promise.”
FOUR YEARS AGO
You look yourself over in your bedroom mirror, there’s so many straps and lace and ties across your body. You turn to the side and pull in your stomach, wishing you were twenty pounds lighter, so your rolls didn’t stick so noticeably through the tight straps of your lingerie. 
You turn again, twirling around to look at yourself from all angles, admiring the expensive intricate lace. It wasn’t a perfect fit, but overall you felt good, sexy even. It’s been so long since you did up your hair and makeup and tried to be sexy. You didn’t know if you even could be sexy anymore, but looking at the reflection in your mirror, you almost saw the old fun version of yourself again, attempting to break free. This was it, your final attempt. You were going to save your relationship! And show the love of your life that you were just as in love with him as the day you first met. Because you really were, and you missed him. You missed what you had. Somewhere along the way, you had stopped giving each other the attention you both deserved, Somehow it just all went wrong...
Before leaving the bedroom, you pulled on a silk robe, hiding your surprise. You felt self-conscious and unsure, but excited! You haven’t had sex with your boyfriend in weeks. And the last time you did have sex with him, you couldn’t even come. You had fallen into a rut.
“H-Hey-” you hug your boyfriend from behind, kissing his cheek.
“Hey, give me a minute.” Your boyfriend doesn’t even look at you, too busy concentrating on his video game. Ugh. You hated video games. You hated his gamer friends who preoccupied all his time, with their inside jokes, begging him to stay one more hour, two more hours. And you fucking hated that phrase most of all. ‘Just a minute.’ A game minute was not a minute, a game minute was half an hour if you were lucky. You didn’t always hate video games, but now, all you felt was disdain every time you heard the repetitive fighting noises, the ‘cheerful’ music constantly on loop in your house that made you want to rip out your own ear drums. You hated it.
You stand in the center of your apartment, watching bright blue light flood the empty living room. Your boyfriend is laughing with his friends, smashing the keys of his controller, his undivided attention given solely to the gaming monitor in front of him. 
You call out his name, pull the ends of your robe down lower. Just a tease of what’s to come. A preview of what you were offering if he just reached out and took it. He turns to look at you quickly, smiling, “Five minutes! We’re in a raid, I’m sorry!” Just like that, laughing again with his friends, yelling into his mic. 
As the seconds tick by you felt more and more conscious of how ridiculous you looked. How ridiculous you were being. How unwanted and unloved you felt. You pull the ends of your robe tight around your body, your eyes beginning to sting with surfacing tears, your throat painfully dry. Why couldn’t he just look at you, see you? Why couldn’t he just want to be with you?
You quietly turn around and walk back into your bedroom, sit down on your bed and look at your reflection again. You hear faint cheering, the game play restarting again, your boyfriend calling his friends for more backup. And you continue to stare, unable to move, weighted down by all your hatred and pain and heartache.
Sad pathetic overweight woman who can’t even get her own boyfriend to fuck her. 
Then you cried. Arms hugging yourself, because no one else was going to hug you or love you. How insignificant you felt in that moment, how invisible. And to prove your point, as you cried and held yourself together, your sobs were drowned out by loud music and your boyfriend's groans of losing. 
Both of you lost something. There were no winners tonight.
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After midnight he joins you in bed. But by then you had already changed, took off your tight complicated lingerie, scrubbed off your makeup, put your hair up for bed and pulled over an old oversized t-shirt.
You keep your back to him, rubbing your eyes, red from crying, tears still dried on your face. 
He holds you, kissing your shoulder, and you feel sick to your stomach because no matter how angry you are at him, his rare affection still makes you feel better, makes your heart feel lighter. But these days, your heart felt so heavy from the weight of rejection, these small gestures were meaningless. 
He turns you around slowly, “I’m sorry for ignoring you, baby.”
You hum. It’s late and you’re too tired to argue or start a fight about it anymore. It’s always the same, every night, for months, and yet you’ve still never gotten used to it, never wanted to accept this was now your reality.
Because you yearned for the man you fell in love with. Who would cuddle you on the couch, fall asleep with you to old Blockbusters. And when you woke up he would still be holding you close, and you would wake him up with kisses, giggle softly together; and those soft moments would turn heated, and he’d get on top of you and fuck you into the couch cushions, he didn’t care about the movie anymore, all he cared about was you.
You missed those days. You missed that man. You barely recognize the man lying next to you now. You barely recognize yourself. When did you become like this? So broken, so unhappy and closed off, timid and tired? So fucking lonely?
“Stop, I look like a mess.” You try to shrug him off, feeling ugly.
“No you don’t, you look beautiful.”
“I had dressed up for you.”
“You don’t need to do all that.”
“I waited for you.”
“I’m here now,” He kisses you softly.
He rolls his body on top of yours, a familiar position…the only position you’ve had sex in for years, years! You can’t stand it. How fucking boring sex has become. How boring your entire life has become. You kiss him harder, moving your body from under his, pushing softly against his shoulder so he turns. You pull a leg over his torso, sitting on him. On top now, grinding on his lap, trying to find that spark again, some power for yourself again. You kiss his neck, moaning softly against his skin. He laughs at your enthusiasm. 
Did he just really laugh at you? When you’re trying, really trying to save your love life?
His hands find a hold on your hips, shifting your body back down, rolling over you again. “C’mon baby, you know I like to be on top.”
Ugh.
He pushes himself inside slowly, you spread your legs wider, barely wet enough to guide him in.
Does he love you still? Does he find you attractive anymore?
He pistons into your core, grunting into your shoulder. Quick strokes, chasing his release.
Get out of your head, y/n.
You want to be on top. You want to try something new and fun. You want to actually come. You want anything other than this boring ass vanilla sex every single time, in the same way…for the rest of your fucking life?
“More,” you beg. You wanted more. More passion, more effort, more love.
He pistons into you at a quicker pace. Hard fast strokes that slowly build up the pressure inside you too, his hardening dick finally making it feel good for you too.
You try to focus on that feeling, imaging yourself being fucked somewhere else, maybe in the woods, or in the car, where someone might catch the two of you. You used to do things like that before, in the beginning of your relationship. Even if it was awkward and clumsy, it was fun. You laughed together, and you would come together. You think about those nights again, you think about getting fucked by that actor on that new Netflix show you started watching. The one with the six pack and big arms that could crush your windpipe. You’re so close. 
“I’m close.”
“I can feel it,” He grunts. Focus. Cum. You were so close when he orgasms, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm, you had been so close.
Neither of you move. He sighs, rolling over. “Do you want me to finish you?” he asks, eyes barely open.
You shake your head, afraid if you spoke you would burst out crying. You're exhausted anyways, you're so tired of it all. Running to the bathroom to clean yourself up, you feel like you can finally breath in.
You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, staring at your reflection for a third time tonight. You look how miserable you are, eyes swollen and red for you crying, lips swollen from his kisses, hair a mess from his sloppy thrusts. 
‘Don’t look away,’ you tell yourself. Your eyes are glassy, with tears starting again. You’re still unsatisfied, still horny, still so utterly alone. 
Misunderstood woman. Used up woman. Ugly woman. Scared woman…scared woman…
You’re too scared to demand for better. One single weak cry for more doesn’t help you. If you can’t make your own boyfriend love you, to find you attractive anymore, what hope do you have to make a stranger love you?
You’re a scared woman, too scared to leave him. Leave…leave leave leave!
After cleaning away your shame you trudged back into your bedroom, saw your boyfriend snoring in your bed, content with his life, and you felt another familiar emotion. You felt furious. 
But this time, in this one single moment, in your anger, you felt courage.
When he woke up that morning, he called out to you, looking for you.
“Baby? Where are you?” You could hear his groggy voice from the living room where you slept. 
“In the living room,” you find your voice.
“Are you making breakfast?” He yells back, “I’m hungry!”
You were sitting on the couch, awake, dressed, with a suitcase, packed with some clothes and that expensive lingerie you had decided to buy.
When he finally does decide to come to the kitchen, you tell him, “I think we need some time apart.”
You let it sink in for him and continue, “I’m going to go stay with my friend while I figure some things out. I…need a break from this.” You stand up, suitcase, purse, and your favorite pillow in your arms.
“Wait wait wait, hold on a second? What?! Why?!”
“I just don’t feel…loved anymore.”
He rushes to your side, holding onto your tense shoulders, “I love you, what? Of course I love you! Is this about me not paying attention to you fast enough last night? Don’t you think you’re overreacting?!”
“It’s not about that. We need some space. I need some space. Don’t you feel it?” you ask incredulously. “That was the first time we had sex in weeks. I have to practically beg you to touch me-”
“What?! That’s not true!”
“We never have sex! We never have sex!” You repeat, pushing him away, “We never just fuck. Do you even want to fuck me anymore?!”
“Of course I do! We just had sex, y/n! What the fuck?”
“Then why don’t you?! Why don’t you fuck me?! Fuck me on the table.” You point to your tiny dining room table, irate. It wasn't about the sex, you knew that, but it also, had everything to do about the sex.
“The t-table, what?! You’re acting so fucking crazy. Why would we fuck on that hard table when we have a bed? We’re not teenagers in high school any more, y/n!”
“So what? SO WHAT?!”
“What makes you think I want to fuck you when you act so desperate all the time!?” You laugh at that, telling him goodbye. “Wait wait, I’m sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm just angry. Y/n, we’ve been in a relationship for six years.That’s just how couples act. We can’t have sex like rabbits all the fucking time. What is wrong with you?! You’re going to throw away SIX YEARS because I won’t fuck you on a table?? Is this a joke?!” He sounds like he’s about to cry, words cracking in his throat.
You’re already pulling your suitcase out the front door. “I’m sorry! Just give me some space. Please!” You can’t watch him be upset any longer, not when you are experienced in how much it hurts to have someone no longer choose you...
FIRST TIME
So this is why you’re here now, sitting at the bar while your friend dances with some guy she just met. 
This is where you first met him.
Well, technically, this isn’t the first first time you’ve met Jeon Jungkook, but it is the first time you thought about fucking him.
Okay, so technically, that’s not the whole truth either. How could you not think about it at least once in a while? When Jungkook is possibly one of the most attractive men you’ve ever met, and definitely the most attractive man in your friend group.
But you were shy and quiet, and always by your boyfriend’s side when you met up with friends, a loyal girlfriend...
Ugh, why won’t men approach you? It is so obvious you’re taken, spoken for, to be his for the rest of your life? You’ve sat at the bar and waited and tried to do what your friend does; be seductive, catch someone’s eyes and look willing and available, yet still, no one has come up to you and asked for a dance, or asked to buy you a drink, nothing, not one single person! 
Why does it work so easily for her and not you? Are you truly that unfuckable? You stir the ice in your drink around and contemplate why no man wants you, is it your face? Your body? Should you smile more? You feel like fucking crying again. 
The music is loud and becoming annoying, your feet are sore, you don't want to spend another twelve dollars on a drink, and just when you’re about to call it a night, send your girl friend a fake text that you’re heading out with someone, because that had been her ultimate goal for you tonight (and instead go back to her apartment with a New York style pizza and pint of ice cream), you finally notice him.
Jungkook sits across the bar from you, talking to a beautiful blonde. You’re not surprised he’s here, Jungkook is the biggest flirt you know. He’ll treat any girl to a good time as long as she doesn’t expect anything more in return. Because Jungkook is well known in your friend group for being a ho.
Not that you blame him, if you looked as good as Jeon Jungkook you’d be a man slut too. If you looked as good as him you definitely wouldn’t be in the position you are now, hardly no dating experience with not one seductive bone in your body. Ugh!
Jungkook catches your eye as you stare at him and you wave at him sheepishly. 
This is so fucking embarrassing. Why did your friend let you walk out of the house with this much makeup on?! It was the same style you wore last night, dark black eyeshadow, accentuating your eyes and red lipstick. It hadn’t worked on your boyfriend, why did you think it was going to work now? You shifted awkwardly in your tight dress. Too tight. You never wore dresses like this, the fit short and revealing. So embarrassing. 
But Jungkook, having seen you, has to go weaving through bodies to say hi to you, like the sweet friendly man he is. “Holy shit, y/n! What are you doing here? Jimin, finally let you out?” He yells over the music, leaning close to you, a friendly smile on his face. You know Jungkook was only joking, he loves teasing everyone, but it stings to hear his name.
“We’re, umm, on a break.” You say loudly into his ear, awkwardly stirring your cocktail. “Jen convinced me to come out.”
“I’m sorry, you were together for years, wow. Are you okay?” he asks. You can feel his uneasiness, how he’s worried to say anything wrong.
“I’m f-fine. It was my decision.” ‘This is what you wanted, y/n.’
“Really? Good, good for you.” Jungkook’s smile is bright and warm and makes you feel a little bit better about yourself. “You look great. I barely recognized you.” He laughs, looking at you up and down, eyes stopping at your curves, your cleavage. You’re sure he must be surprised, you never dressed like this. Jimin would have lost his mind if you stepped outside in a dress like this.
You try to joke with him, “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not,” you laugh.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry, I’ve been drinking! You always look cute. I just have never seen you like this. You know. It’s nice. You look hot.” He pats you on the back. It’s awkward, and also kind of funny they way it seems like he’s giving you a pep talk.
“Yeah, well no one else thinks so.” You mutter. “How am I supposed to get over him if no one wants to fuck me?” Maybe you’re a little drunk too.
Jungkook laughs. He’s always thought you were kind of innocent the way you dressed and acted. So, the moment he saw you, alone, looking so lost and miserable, he had to make sure you were okay. He definitely did not expect to hear you’ve broken up with your boyfriend. You were always glued to Jimin’s side and rarely talked to anyone else. Jungkook met you both as a couple, and if he was asked what he thought of you and Jimin yesterday, he would have expected you two were going to be married someday. You talking about fucking someone else so nonchalantly, that definitely would not have been on Jungkook’s bingo card of future expectations.
“You can find someone. Just be direct. Like this,” He grabs the shoulder of a guy walking past you. “My friend thinks you're cute and wants to dance,” he winks over at you, and your eyes widen, too shocked to speak.
“Yeah?” the stranger says, intrigued.
“Yep,” Jungkook looks over to you, smiling wider, pulling you up from your chair.
“H-Hey.” 
“Hey, so, you want to dance?”
You look at Jungkook gratefully, nodding yes.
You felt great. This was great, you were having the time of your life! After years of feeling neglected it was crazy how good it felt to just flirt a little, grind against a man, and feel just how much someone wanted you. It was the small confidence booster you really needed. If it took a stranger grinding his half chub against your ass in the dark nightclub to make you feel desirable, then so be it. You were also turned on, body buzzing, wetter than you wanted to accept, elated from just dancing and moving and living again.
But what really made you hotter than you’ve felt in years, what made the butterflies inside you dance as well, was the way every time you looked over to Jungkook, he was watching you too, his piercing eyes following your movements. 
Sure, he had a girl draped over him, one with larger lips, a thinner face, a hotter smaller figure you could only wish you were born with. But Jungkook would constantly look over to you too, between laughs, and sips, and exchanges. Staring at you shamelessly. You weren’t just seeing things, Jungkook had his eyes on you, and he liked what he saw!
He could be checking in on you, like a good friend does. Or maybe...
You keep dancing, even when you start to feel tired. You feel your dance partner’s hands move across your body, in patterns and pressure so different from what you’ve been used to all these years, and when lips that don’t feel familiar touch your neck, your body stiffens. You’re so used to your exboyfriend’s touch, even if it had become sour to you, and now it just feels wrong to keep letting this stranger whom didn’t even bother to ask for your name continue to touch you. You pull his hands off you to excuse yourself and feel crushed when he looks irritatedly at you.
So here you sit again, back at the bar, feeling defeated. It was nice while it lasted though, pretending to be everything you’re no longer, letting go for the night, and Jeon Jungkook eye fucking you on the dance floor. Like right now. He stares you down, doesn’t look away awkwardly when you meet his gaze, doesn’t smile timidly, just watches you lean against the bar, chin resting on your palm as you think, realizing Jungkook hasn’t stopped staring.
“Do you want to have sex?”
His face remains blank, “What?”
You ignore the ugly glare the woman next to him is sending your way. “I said did you want to have sex? With me?” You pause, “I’m being direct.”
The girl next to him scoffs loudly and Jungkook continues to stay quiet and now you feel like an idiot. He looks shocked, eyes large like a deer in headlights, and confused. You must have been seeing things, maybe it was the club lights or all the alcohol you consumed, that made you think Jungkook was the least bit interested in you. All the courage it took you to walk over to him is all gone now. You are sure you’ve now also ruined your friendship. Oh god, what if he tells your other friends? You’ll never be able to face anyone ever again. You shake your head, turning around, making a beeline to the bathroom.
‘How sad,” the girl Jungkook had been entertaining laughs, and Jungkook very delicately, removes her arms from around his neck. 
“I gotta go,” and he leaves before she can process his rejection.
Jungkook finds you near the bathrooms in a panic. “Hey.”
You jump. “Fuck,” you clutch your racing heart, swaying into Jungkook, “Oh it’s you. Just, just ignore me. I’m a mess. I get it,” you ramble. “I wouldn’t want to fuck me either.”
“Nononono,” He’s quick to reassure you, “I just...don’t do relationships,” he says slightly ashamed of himself for leading you on. As intrigued as he was witnessing this new side of you, what he had witnessed during all the years he knew you had led him to believe you were a serial monogamist. Someone who awkwardly laughed away inappropriate jokes, anytime a taboo discussion would take place amongst your friends on a chill weekend night, you would scrunch your nose and roll your eyes, probably disgusted by the way everyone overshared their sex lives. You and Jimin never spoke about yours with the group either. He couldn’t imagine you being a one night stand kind of girl, and he didn’t want to take advantage of you at your most vulnerable and end up hurting you in the end. That's what he wanted to explain to you, before you said,
“That’s okay.” 
Jungkook runs a hand through his unruly hair, fixing the strands back in place. “You know how I am, y/n.” he admits, so quietly you have to move closer to hear him above the music. “I’m not looking for anything serious,” he says wearily, making sure you understand. You stare at his mouth through half lidded eyes, lick your lips and he has to remind himself to act like a gentleman. He tried to look away but your stare was magnetic, pulling him in, closer and closer.
“I know,” you swallow, leaning against his chest. 
You let out a soft deep sigh. Jungkook could have sworn you moaned his name, but he didn’t believe it, you weren’t that kind of woman. His body responded to your call just the same, leaning into you, pressing you between his hard chest and the club wall. His voice drops down in octave, deep and raspy. “I’m a rough person.”
“Even better,” and pull him to you by the collar, pressing your lips to his.
To any passerby you looked like two very drunk people making out in the bathroom hall, a common occurance for the Club you were in. They didn’t know everything it took for you to get here, what you sacrificed and gave up, what you lost and tried to regain. Even Jungkook barely understood the change and shift within you, but he felt your passion and he couldn’t get enough of it.
So that had been your first kiss with Jungkook, hands and tongue and teeth, frenzied and unrestrained.
Jungkook was rougher than usual, testing you, expecting you to push him away and stop him, but you only matched his energy, widening your legs when he shoved his thigh up into your core, moaning when he yanked your hair. When his strong hands held you painfully tight you raked your nails down his back, pulled his hair until his scalp stung, kissed him harder when he bit your lip.
When Jungkook finally pulls away from you, he doesn’t hesitate. “Let’s go, I’ll call for a ride,” fingers intertwined, pulling you out of the club.
With the fresh night air chilling your body and sobering you up, you realize this definitely is happening, you’re about to have sex with Jungkook, you’re about to have sex with someone else for the first time in six years. You glance over to Jungkook and he smiles back softly. He hasn’t let go of your hand and you stand together in silence. He also hasn’t tried to kiss you and you feel too exposed to kiss him, and you wonder if he is regretting this. You look over to him again even more worried and he smiles again and squeezes your hand. He’s back to being sweet friendly Jungkook, calming your nerves and making you feel welcome, so you follow him into the cab and back to his apartment. 
As soon as you step into his apartment, he locks the handle and cages you against the door, tasting your lips again. “Fuck, fuck, sorry, I can’t wait any longer.” He pulls the hem of your dress down lower, kissing your shoulder as his skilled fingers unzips the back of your dress, as your shaky fingers try to unbutton his shirt.
He stops, admiring your body.
“This…was underneath that?” He smirks. “You really were trying to get lucky tonight, hmm?” His tattooed knuckles run along the intricate lace, finger hooking into a strap as he pulls on it teasingly.
“Yes,” you feel your voice catch in your throat as he admires the lace across your chest, pulling your dress down lower.
“Holy fuck, I guess it really is the quiet ones you have to look out for.” He holds your jaw with two fingers, lifting your chin so your eyes meet. “So fucking sexy.”
“I’m not always quiet,” you pant.
“Yeah, are you a screamer?”
“I guess that depends on you.” You guide his hand down to your chest, squeezing. His body knocks into you hard and fast, pressing his lips to your neck. You let your head fall against the doorframe, moaning loudly as his hands massage your breasts, pulling on your sensitive skin through the fabric. You can’t help but run your nails across his muscles, whimpering from how good it feels. His hands encase your wrists, pulling your arms above your head and he looks into your eyes, pausing briefly. There’s fire in your eyes when you stare back, setting off a spark that ignites his whole body, flaming his arousal.
He moves you to the couch, lips attached to your skin, his frame hard and heavy and welcomingly warm. He cups your breast, licking a long strip across your neck, and you pull your legs over his hips, hands fumbling for his belt. He stops you, placing them above your head in one tight hand. “You want me?” He squeezes your wrists, adjusting his weight. You can only nod breathlessly. “Once I start, I won’t stop,” he warns. His deep voice, commanding presence, only makes your heartrate escalate and your body vibrate with anticipation.
“Please, fuck me.”
“Mmm,” he hums, free hand pressing into your center, letting the fabric of your lingerie moisten it with your own slick. It begins to ache how much you want him to continue, breathing shallowly, your thighs tightening around his lean torso. “So wet. I make you that wet, hm?” he smirks.
He presses a single digit inside you and you feel like you might combust right then and there. Your core feels like it’s pulsing from the inside out. Less than a minute with Jungkook’s finger inside you and you’re about to come. How embarrassing would that be.
You arch your back when he adds another digit, push your arms up against his hold.
“Too much?”
“No!” You yell that a little louder than intended. Fuck, you’re really fucking this up.
“No,” you repeat calmer this time. “I just– If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“That’s what I want, baby.”
“I don’t want it to end so quickly.”
Jungkook grins wide, kissing your cheek. ‘Like I said, once I start, I’m not going to stop.” He wiggles his fingers inside you, pressing up, “not until you beg me.” You’re so worked up he only has to press a couple more times inside and you’re tightening around his fingers, body tensing against him. 
You barely have time to catch your breath before his fingers delve in again, your body shaking trying to keep up with his ministrations. “F-Fuck me,” you moan into his mouth.
“No please this time?” he chuckles, letting go of your wrists, gripping your thigh instead and opening you up wider, pumping his fingers in and out, watching as you fall apart all over again. This time, your orgasm lasts, the intensity deep inside you spreading across your body. When it finally ends, you sigh, softly laughing. 
“Well, I’ve never gotten that reaction before.” You wish you could tell him that was your first orgasm in months that you didn’t have to coax yourself. You almost forgot how good an orgasm like that could feel, how freeing. 
Instead you look at him, a huge grin on your face and eyes sparking, admiring the man before you, happy it was Jungkook you found at the club and not a stranger.
No one has looked at him quite like that before, with starry-eyed reverence that makes everything feel so much more intimate, a deeper connection that he just isn't used to. Jungkook kisses you, trading in the feelings bursting inside him with the familiar need to satisfy his desires, to seek out pleasure in your body, to fuck.
“Yes,” you gasp when he finally pushes your panties to the side and pushes himself inside of you. He is so hard and he moves his hips so differently than you’re used to, long strong rolling strokes that take your breath away and make you feel like you’re going crazy with lust. It feels so good, too good. You need to control yourself.
“Jungkook,” you push against his shoulders, “I-I want to be on top.”
Jungkook’s tongue rolls across his bottom lip, “Then get on top, baby.”
After that night, there was no way you could ever go back to your ex. After the power you felt, the sexuality you embodied again, the joy you felt chasing your high. The pleasure you felt rolling your body over Jungkook’s twitching cock, watching Jungkook’s jaw tense, his brows furrow, his muscles jump and tense all from your touch. No, not after this, this was the best sex of your life.
---
“A-Are you sure? I like seeing you in pleasure,” he massages your ass, pulling you into his lap, “giving you pleasure.”
“You will! I mean, I will be in pleasure. I want it.” You kiss his cheek, cuddle into his chest. “I want you to.” You look at him, gauging his reaction. “I mean, you’ve tied me up before...” Jungkook hums, on the fence. “You don’t want to?”
“I like hurting you,” Jungkook admits almost guiltily.
“I like being hurt.” You whisper, encouragingly.
His hand envelopes yours, he cracks your knuckles and you try to wiggle away from him, laughing. “Ow, that’s not what I had in mind.”
“But I like it,” he pouts, biting your palm.
“Well, if you want to, surprise me, you can anytime. Use my body.”
Jungkook nods.
SECOND TIME
The next morning, you woke up sore all over your body and very hungover. You almost didn’t believe it. Jungkook was kind, he let you stay the night in his bed, and was quietly snoring next to you proving you did in fact hook up with your friend. You left quickly in the morning, but before you had made it out the door Jungkook asked if you wanted to come back for dinner. You knew what he meant, if you wanted to come back and fuck. You said you’d love to.
Of course dinner ended with you straddling Jungkook’s lap, eagerly kissing him, rolling your hips down with increasing urgency the harder he became.
“Fuck, Jimin is a fucking idiot for letting you go.”
“Mmm, let's not talk about him anymore,” you murmur, kissing him harder. But you kept bringing him up during dinner, and though Jungkook didn’t want to admit it, it made him jealous, so he couldn’t help himself bringing him up now.
“I fuck you better than him, don’t I?”
You agree quickly, dismissing his question, but Jungkook wasn’t satisfied, sucking and biting on the soft skin between your neck and shoulder until he saw marks. “Jimin kept this all to himself and didn't appreciate it.”
“I-I really don’t want to talk about him anymore,” you frown.
He stood up, placed you on the tabletop, and cleared away the empty plates. You jumped off the table and leaned against it instead, waiting rather impatiently for him, and when he comes back, he stalks over to you, fingers reaching for the end of your skirt. “Cute,” he says, inching the hem up your thigh, pausing while his dark eyes roam over your body. The tension in the room was too high, too much, and if Jungkook wasn't going to fuck you already, you felt like you were going to go insane. “Did you wear this for me?” He held down the urge to say his friend's name again, it having already left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Yes, of course,” you kiss him softly, unable to resist tasting his lips.
He reaches for your neck, holds you still. Your eyes glaze over, mouth slightly parting, eyes staring at him with the same lust filled look as last night, the same look that made him want to claim you over and over again, to fuck you into submission just so you would look at him like that all the time.
“Turn around.” He gives you one short gruff command and you turn your back to him, breath hitching in your throat when he presses his erection into your ass, caging his body around yours. “Bend over.” This time he guides your back so you lie your body down across his table, your palms pressing flat into the wood. “There you go, stay like that.” Everything he did to you was new and exciting and fun and you didn't want it to end. You've always wanted it rough, wanted someone to want you so intensely they'd let their desire destroy any restraint.
And right now you can feel the cracks in Jungkook's restraints as he lifts your skirt over your ass and yanks the lace of your underwear down to your thighs, admiring how wet you already are for him, fingers running along the opening of your sex, pressing two fingers inside. “So did you go back to him with my cum still inside of you?” he teases.
You arch your back up as he sets a hard fast pace, and he pushes your head down, keeping you still. Your fingers curl, nails scraping across the surface of his table. He pulls out the wet digits and spanks you hard across your ass.
Your stomach flips with desire and adrenaline and guilt, confused, did Jungkook want to make you feel ashamed? Could you even feel shame being this turned on? “I-I don’t live with him anymore. I am staying with Jen.”
The way you talked about Jimin at dinner, it sounded like you missed him. Jungkook was not used to feeling so possessive over someone, especially a friend, especially a hookup. You were just too eager, willing, pliable; so perfect for him. As soon as last night ended he was already thinking about more ways to fuck you, how to bend you, ways to make you come. He just needed to get it out of his system, he just needed to fuck you more, that’s all. He just needed to listen to you cry out in ecstasy, listen to you moan, listen to you laugh.
“How many times has Jimin made you come during sex before?” When you don’t answer his hand comes down on the same cheek hard making you flinch. “Be a good girl and answer me.”
You didn’t like thinking of old memories with your ex, especially when Jungkook currently had two fingers deep inside your pussy, Jungkook's long fingers reaching deeper than Jimin ever could. You didn’t want to think of your ex doing the same thing to you, it made you feel dirty, it made you wetter. “T-Two, almost three.”
“Oh, I can beat that.” His hand moves from the back of your head to grip your shoulder. Jungkook lets his cock slip through your folds, pushing in with one quick thrust, pulling you back with one fluid motion that has you screaming.
SECOND TRY
“Bend over.” Jungkook’s lips hover over yours, catching the skin ever so slightly with his in barely a kiss, just a taste. “Now.”
You turn around quickly, bending in a perfect L, ass pressing firmly into his crotch. “Where’s your boyfriend?” He asks.
“My boyfr-”
“I don’t see him anywhere?”
“He’s at work,” you say, playing along.
“And he left you all alone? Doesn’t he know how dangerous that can be? What if someone were to find you and fuck you?” He emphasized the last two words by shoving his cock inside you, jolting your body, making you scream.
“Don’t move, don’t try to escape.”
You grunt, and try to push yourself off the table only for Jungkook to grab your arms, pulling them swiftly behind your back as he builds up a steady pace, thrusting in and out and taking his time with you defiling you.
“Yes,” you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, filled so deliciously full by Jungkook’s cock.
“Yes? What about your boyfriend? Are you a fucking whore?” Jungkook rolls his hips into yours, pulling out only to shove you full of himself again in one hard fluid motion that makes you moan again. “You like this dick? Dirty slut.”
“Ahh, fuck!” you grunt, clenching around his solid length every time he rotates his hips against you.
“You like getting fucked by a stranger, huh? You like cheating on him?” He presses a palm down onto your back, holding you down so tight your chest stings. You let out a soft unconvincing no, lifting your ass up to meet his thrusts.
“Stop,” Jungkook mutters, “I don’t like it,” he pulls away from you, leaving you empty and unfulfilled, groaning at the suddenness of his change in demeanor. Trying to get your bearrings, you slowly turn around to a very upset looking Jungkook buttoning his pants.
“W-What’s wrong?”
“Do you like the idea of cheating on me?”
“What?”
“Do you want to cheat on me?”
“Are you getting jealous...of yourself?”
“No-” he rolls his eyes.
“Really, because you seem upset-”
“Well, why did you like it so much?!” Jungkook always acted jealous. You liked it if you were being honest, you preferred it to the aloof way your ex treated you, but this was another level, it was laughable, but witnessing the anger in his eyes made you rethink joking it off.
“Because of you! I thought that’s what you were t-trying to do? You don’t want me to want you?”
“I d-do, but I thought the whole point-”
“Well,” you sigh, exasperated, “maybe be rougher then!”
Jungkook slaps you across the face, hits you the hardest he’s ever hit you. Your head swings to the side from his force, momentarily stunned by his action. He makes you face him again, pulling you into a rushed kiss, hands covering your cheeks, and the side he hit you throbs against his palm. Your try to pry his hands off your face, push him away so you can breathe, because you don’t know whether he hit you because you asked or because he is genuinely angry at you.
“Jungkook-” you stumble backwards, feel the world tilt when Jungkook lifts you over his shoulder. “Jungkook!” You gasp, his heavy weight on you once your body hits the sheets of your shared bed, arms pulled behind you again and tied together this time.
You don’t have a lot of time to think about what to do before Jungkook is scissoring his fingers inside you, pulling your hair and bending your body back at an uncomfortable angle. You don’t know what to do, let him manhandle you in a way that makes your nerve endings tingle, or stop him, Jungkook is mad and the lines are becoming blurred. His finger plays with your wetness, gathering your slick and running along your rim. You pull against the restraints, you should speak up, but he was finally giving in to your twisted fantasies. Why did Jungkook have to be upset with you!
Jungkook groaned as his cock entered into your tight hole. “Wait!” You weren’t opposed to anal, but Jungkook usually took him time stretching you out and making things as comfortable for you as possible. You reach out your tied hands, and his hard stomach knocks into you with every sharp thrust. He pushes in deep to an agonizing pressure. “Yellow.”
“What?” He stills, cock still buried deep inside you.
“…yellow.”
You try to wiggle your fingers against your bodies to get him to move. He pulls away from you slowly. “H-Hold on.” You breath through your mouth, “Okay.” You shudder when he pulls away from you completely.
Jungkook lifts himself up, also steadies his breathing. “Y/n?”
“You’re mad at me.”
“I am not.” But you can hear the clear edge of his voice.
“Yes, yes you are.” You sigh. You turnover on your back, “W-We can’t do something like this when you’re mad...”
“I’m sorry, I just realized I didn’t like that kind of role play.” Jungkook huffs, pulling you closer to his side.
“Okay, we will pretend I’m single?”
Jungkook frowns, “I don’t like that either.”
“Aish. All I want is you, I would never, ever cheat on you.” You cuddle into his side. “Can’t you tell?” You joke.
“Then it’s still me, and we can pretend you’re still dating someone else-”
“No anal either.”
“Whyyy?” Jungkook pouts.
“It didn’t feel good at all,” you wince.
“I’m sorry.” He pulls you into a hug, “…What if I find a way to make it feel good?” He encourages, lips lifting into a half smile.
“Maybe,” you laugh. “But that was…good. What you did,” you look down at his fingers playing with yours. “That’s what I want.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Did want to try again?”
“No, right now I just want to love you,” he grins, rolling on top of you.
THIRTY FOURTH TIME (not that you were counting anymore)
“Where’s y/n? She’s supposed to be here,” Jimin asks Jen. It was the group’s monthly game night, and apart from the tense exchanges when you came over to grab some more clothes, he hasn’t been able to talk to you, or reconcile like he wants to. He just wanted you back, everything back to the way it was. He didn’t realize how much you did for him, how lonely it was without you there. Jimin is hoping tonight he can finally talk to you and convince you to give him another chance.
“Oh, um, she’s here somewhere, I gotta go, uh, refill the chips!”
“Shh.” Jungkook whispers as you let out a particularly loud moan. Even if your sounds were muffled behind his palm, you still needed to quiet yourself. “You’re being too loud, we’re going to get caught.” He ends the sentence with a hard thrust, knocking you into the bathroom mirror. You glare at him, unable to voice your retort and he laughs. You whimper when he picks up the pace, so close to release. This is the second time tonight you and Jungkook disappeared at the same time together. Both of you were doing a very poor job at hiding your new upgraded relationship from your friends, so poor in fact, that all your friends had to pretend they didn’t notice how you were unusually handsy together or that only one of two bathrooms in your friend's house were occupied when you both said you needed to go. So when Jimin showed up, everyone became unusually animated…and loud.
You hear someone yell, “Hey Jimin!” from your friend’s living room. You tap Jungkook on the head, tugging on his hair. He looks up, face between your legs. “If I come again, I won’t be able to make it through game night.”
“Ask Jen for some coffee.” He licks across your nub, arms massaging and pulling at your thighs, eyes looking up at you wide and hopeful. How could you deny him, when he looks so ridiculously cute and sexy at the same time.
“Hmm okay,” you open your legs wider, pushing the hair out of Jungkook’s eyes.
-
“Hey!” Jungkook reaches out to shake Jimin’s hand and embrace him while you make a beeline to the couch.
“Oh, h-hey.” He looks over Jungkook’s shoulder to your retreating figure.
“Hey, y/n!”
“Hi,” you put on your best smile to keep the peace during game night, falling into the space between your friends Namjoon and Hoseok.
“You look beautiful, you look great.”
Jungkook jumps on the couch, next to you. “Yeah, she does,” he says, pushing you over into Namjoon, “Scoot over!” He whines, leaning back into the small space, arms across the couch cushions an over your shoulders and Hoseok’s shoulders. “What are we playing?” He asks the group, leaning over into your side, arm casually draping over your frame.
“What about jenga?”
“What about scrabble?”
“I love scrabble,” you say.
Jungkook turns to you, “Why haven’t we played scrabble?”
“Because I will make you cry with how badly I beat you with my extensive scrabble knowledge,” you laugh.
“Oh yeah?”
“It’s true, she’s really good.” Jimin speaks up, looking over at you. He smiles softly when he catches your attention. Your lips curl up without you meaning to as you laugh to yourself, remembering he stopped playing scrabble with you because you kept beating him. Jungkook looks between you and the smile you shared, chewing on his bottom lip.
“What about pictionary?”
“Teams?”
“Our side verses your side,” Jungkook adds, gesturing between the couches. Hand still around your shoulder, Jimin watches from across the room as Jungkook whispers something into your ear. You giggle and Jimin can't help but roll his eyes, small knives of jealousy stabbing into his chest as he takes another long sip of his beer.
-
“Oh no, all the ice is gone.”
“I’ll make Hoseok go grab some from his fridge,” Jen says behind you. Living in the same building as one of your friends has some advantages.
“So, you and Jungkook make a cute couple.” You stutter out a what, vehemently denying it and she laughs, “I’m just kidding! But you two are very close now, huh? You totally have, ‘the glow.’”
“I’m just being friendly,” you busy yourself with clearing away trash, “we’re good friends.”
“Just be careful,” she says, avoiding your eyes. “I know you’re trying to get over Jimin, but…Jungkook...just be careful.”
“I-I’m n-not-”
“Y/n, he literally won’t stop staring at your ass. He’s doing it right now.” she whispers, nudging your shoulder with her own inconspicuously, “look.”
She sure was right, Jungkook is shamelessly watching you, as if you were back at the club again, but you were doing the dishes! This man will be the death of you.
You can’t help but laugh, “It’s not serious, I promise! He’s just really fun to be around, and he’s funny, and makes me feel...I don’t know...”
“I just don’t want you to get hurt. You know how he is. I think I’ve seen him in one real relationship since high school.”
“I know.”
“Okay,” she sighs. “Well, anyways, I’m glad you're happy. I’ve never seen you this smiley! Must be some good dick, huh?” She elbows you.
You cover your face with your palm groaning, and then peak at her between your fingers, nodding shyly.
-
Jimin finds you in huddled in an arm chair with Jungkook, flicking a bottle cap string between each other. Your legs are lying across his lap where Jungkook is annoyingly resting his hand atop.
“Noooo,” you pout, having been the one to flick off the bottle cap string, you take a sip of the tiny liquor bottle you’re holding, giggling together, in your own little bubble.
“Y/n, can I talk to you?”
Jungkook answers for you, “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”
Jimin tries to calm his anger and jealousy, but the way Jungkook had to say it, Jimin curses, so full of himself. “I didn’t ask you.”
Jungkook looks away, chewing on his bottom lip, laughing to himself, “Well, I’m telling you, just leave her alone, don’t make a scene-”
Jimin waves his hand at the pair of you, “What is this? Some fucking joke?”
Jungkook leans back sighing, elbows above his head, “What are you talking about?”
“Why the fuck are you all over my girl-”
“She’s not your girl anymore-”
Jimin runs a hand through his hair, frustration building, “So what, you plan to swoop in like a fucking vulture because she’s the only woman you haven’t been able to fuck in a ten mile radius?”
Oh, Jungkook wishes he could tell him truth, throw it in his face every time he’s had you, but the horrified look on your face as you watch their argument is the only thing keeping him from shattering Jimin’s world.
“Let’s just all take a deep relaxing breath, yeah?”
Jimin spins around, directing his anger at Jen. “You think this shit is okay?”
“You said you were going to be fine if-”
“Well I didn’t expect my own friend would pull this shit, but Jungkook, you will literally try to stick your dick in anything, won’t you?! Even my ex-girlfriend!” Jimin yells, now being held back by Namjoon, “You know once he gets what he wants from you, y/n, he's going to leave you like every other fucking girl he does this to!”
Shit, what are you supposed to do? What are you supposed to say? Jimin and Jungkook look ready to tear each other's faces off and all your friends are looking at you now.
“Okay Jimin, let’s go talk-”
Jungkook stops you, reaching out to hold your hand. “I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't treat you like that, and I would never treat you how he did.” He glares at Jimin.
You know all the rumors, but the way you and Jungkook have talked about your pasts, Jungkook sharing his past relationships with pain he tries to hide under easygoingness. You know they have perceptions of you too, wrong ones, and you just don't care what they have to say.
You take a deep breath, whispering to Jungkook, “Be direct?” Jungkook's eyes widen in acknowledgement, and you turn back to your ex.
“Jimin, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to be with you.”
“Y/n, please let’s just talk in private,” he pleads with you.
You sigh, “Okay, well, before we go and do that, I just want you to know, I believe Jungkook.” You hold your breath. “I believe him because we already had sex. A lot. Lots of sex.”
“I’m so glad I came over,” Hoseok whispers to Taehyung.
Jimin stop struggling against Namjoon and stares at you, his mouth partly open in shock.
“And before you blame Jungkook, I kissed him first!” You shield Jungkook because it looks like Jimin is about to punch him.
Jimin stands still, jaw clenched. “You kissed him?”
“Yes...and it was the best decision of my life,” you give Jungkook a weak hopeful smile.
“I wish I was recording this, Jin is never going to believe me.” Taehyung whispers to Hoseok. Hoseok shakes his head.
Jungkook looks at you in awe. “I think I am in love with you.”
“Holy shit, record this, record this!” Hoseok hisses.
THIRD TRY
“Did you forget your-” you never utter the word keys, just stare at your boyfriend and the way he leans against the door frame, watching you with downcast eyes. You feel heat rise inside of you at his silent hardened stare, usual sweet round eyes now sharp and full of desire, his jaw clenched, his demeanor changed and unrecognizable.
“Are you alone?”
Nodding, you try to calm your jitteriness. Dark butterflies in the pit of your stomach fluttering up into your throat, ready to fly even higher at his attention. 
“Yes.” Your throat tightens and you can barely get the words out, “My boyfriend is at work.”
Jungkook smiles, head cocked to the side, places an arm against the doorframe to keep the entry way open. He inches closer to you, watching you like prey about to be caught.
“Perfect.” He steps a foot inside.
You take one last look at the devastatingly handsome man in front of you, take a deep breath, push your butterflies down and spin around, adrenaline entering your limbs as you take off at full speed back into your apartment.
But Jungkook is so much faster than you and catches you in seconds. Hand in your hair, other hand snaking around your waist, pulling you back abruptly.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He pulls you off your feet. You knew Jungkook was strong, you saw how fast he could kick and punch when training, but he never really used his full strength against you. Even now he still wasn't using everything he had, and no matter how hard you kicked or tried to pry his hands off of you, there was no give, Jungkook remained locked like a vice around your body.
He drops you short of the bed, landing on hard carpet of your bedroom. Before you can readjust your body he's using his strength against you once again, straddling your hips and pinning you to the ground. So you slap him. A hit that completely unphases him, his mind too high on adrenaline and excitement, he looks down at you like he's expecting you to hit him again.
So you hit him across the other cheek, watch his eyes light up like you’ve given him the best present, exactly what he wanted. He slaps you harder, swifter. The noise rings loud inside your quiet bedroom. The pain momentarily stunning you, weakening your fight, and Jungkook takes the opportunity to flip you around, his thighs holding your legs together, he massages and kneads your ass through the thin material of your leggings.
“Fuck, you have such a nice ass.” His usual cheerful sweet voice is gruff now, a deep low whisper. “But first I want your mouth.”
You feel his weight leave your legs, his boots tread across the carpet as he stands up. You lift yourself up, look up at the calm man before you. He nods to the hallway, “Go ahead, try.”
You know it’s futile, Jungkook is going to easily catch you again, pin you to the ground again, your body is going to be his, no matter what you do. The idea that you can’t stop this, that running is exactly what he wants you to do, well, it makes you run.
He catches you in the hallway, knocks you down, keeps a tight grip on your jaw, his crotch pressed to your face, he rubs his dick across your lips and cheeks, pushes himself inside your mouth until you’re choking. He moans out, vocal in how good it feels to have your lips stretched around his cock, rutting into your face, he forces his cock down your throat, barely giving you enough time to inhale air. Minutes tick by, your face getting progressively more sloppy with spit and cum and tears as you try to keep up with his thrusts, and before you know it, he's filling your mouth, waiting until you swallow everything down before he removes his cock.
You gasp for air, your entire body already sore from his face fucking, you muscles aching from tensing every time he stole your breath away, over and over again. You look to your feet, notice Jungkook's unruly hair against your stomach, him momentarily hugging your waist before he moves lower, hand running down your body until he reaches your ankle.
He pushes off his knee, standing up, your ankle still in his grip.
You heave in air as you are pulled, you grab the closest thing you can reach, the edge of your hall closet door, fingers trying to hold onto the raised wood as he pulls your body back to the bedroom.
“F-uuck..” Jungkook had you, leggings ripped down to your thighs, shirt and bra pulled off, face down to the mattress. He stroked across your slit, shocked at how drenched you were. “You’re dripping all over my fingers. You’re so wet. I bet I could just-” he presses three fingers inside you, stretching you out, making you scream and shudder. His thumb rubs circles into your clit. “Ahh yes, dirty little slut, you’re mine now.”
“G-Get off of me.”
Jungkook chuckles, arm flexing while he rocks his hand into at a steady pace. “Make me stop, then,” he leans over you, warm breath in your ear, “But you’re not going to, are you? You’re going to cum around my fingers like a good little girl, and you’re going to take my cock all night long,” he whispers, “And no matter how much you beg or cry, you’re going to take it.”
You nod, heart jumping out your ribcage, wound so tight you feel lightheaded, you pussy throbbing around his digits.
“Now, think about all the things I’m about to do to you. Now, cum.”
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“Did you like it?”
Jungkook rubs soap across your chest, “Yeah, but let’s just, umm, take it easy for a while. My back hurts,” he laughs. “Am I getting old?”
“No...maybe,” you giggle, sinking lower into the hot relaxing water.
“You can be on top for awhile,” he says, head above yours, his cute round eyes staring into yours in the opposite direction. You smile, nodding excitedly.
“Right now?”
“Aish woman.”
“I’m too sore,” you laugh. “What about you?” you tilt your head back, kissing his chin. “Any fantasies?”
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Ever find a story in your WIPs you forgot you started and think well, it’s time to finish that. Anyways I hope you enjoyed another installment of my shameless smut + terrible plot series. :’D
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tinywooniverse · 1 year
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princess!reader x servant!jimin hc/fic
requested?: yes!
x chubby reader
genre: idk fr
warnings: bodyshaming
not edited
gifs are not mine!
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you were born into a life of royalty.
everything you wanted came easily. you were your land’s pride and joy as well as your father’s.
but you were lonely
your father saw this and knew he needed to fix this quickly
he appointed jimin, a young boy who lived a semi-normal life in your kingdom, to be your servant. he requested that jimin be at your every beck and call.
and he was
you were each other’s entire world from the moment you met. you couldn’t remember life without him and vice versa.
you two grew up together and changed from kids to teen to adults.
at some point during those years, the two of you had fallen for each other. openly yearning for one another.
he had even given you your first kiss on your 18th birthday, in secret of course.
after that, your relationship had been comprised of secret affection, stolen kisses and longing glances
there was never any talk of furthering the relationship or putting a title on things because you both knew that it would complicate everything and you were afraid that your father might separate you from jimin
this went on for years until word had spread around the castle when some people had seen you and jimin interacting outside of your quarters and it quickly made its way to your father
your father was a stern and stubborn king but you were his one and only child,his princess, so he bent to your will. allowing jimin to still be by your side.
under one condition
you were to meet a suitor to be wed to. a prince from another country who was far from being in line for the throne.
he claimed it was your duty as a princess, and only daughter to find the next king for your people.
you begrudgingly obliged, knowing this was his punishment.
“why must you go?” jimin groans as you get ready for your departure.
“it is my duty as the princess of this land,” you sigh, “besides what if this prince is a handsome, noble and charming man and i happen to fall in love.”
you were met with silence. you were only joking to lighten the mood but jokes have never been your forte. you turn around to see jimin’s dark gaze trained on you. he looked broken by your words. you grab his hands and lock eyes.
“i was joking, you know,” you say, softly and it looks as if a weight was lifted off of his shoulders, “i vow to never fall in love with anyone but you, till the end of time.”
“and if you do?” he asks.
“then may the gods send me the wrath of hell.” you smile, leaning so close that you forehead are touching. you soak in the presence of each other until you were called to leave.
upon meeting the prince you were meant to wed, you were withdrawn.
he was a very handsome man, and well mannered too
however, when you were left alone to get acquainted, you were left with a bad taste in your mouth.
he was ill tempered and quite rude, especially about your body.
he believed the body of a princess should be small and fragile looking and because you did not look the part you were a lazy princess who would have to be arranged to be wed in order to have any semblance of romance in your life.
“that’s not a very nice thing to say to the woman who can make you a king,” you spat, “and there are many a man that would kiss the ground i walk on with no other reason than to be in my presence. surely not to become king,”
“because the men of your kingdom have no standards with a princess who looks as unsightly as you,” he scoffs, “when i am king, they will come to their senses.”
“you musn’t forget,” you press, stepping forward, “you may become king, but it is my land and they are my people. i have been preparing to rule my entire life and i can do so with or without you.”
your father had made a grave mistake in having you meet, and even started regretting forcing the life of marriages of convenience on you shortly after.
he saw the effect it made on you before anyone else could.
you had become mean spirited and closed off from everyone, choosing to spend time alone in your quarters day in and day out, only being seen for meals.
you had even turned jimin away time after time, causing him to worry as well.
a week had passed before your father had called upon jimin.
“you called, your highness?” he asks, bowing.
“i did,” the king sighs, “i worried for my daughter. she has not been the same since she met the prince.”
jimin hums, hoping to hear that you were okay.
“do you love my daughter, young man?” your father asks.
“i do,” jimin answered without hesitation, “she is the light of my life. i cannot remember what my life was like before her and i cannot imagine what my life would be like without her. i am well aware the with my upbringing that i can never truly be with the princess but the time we have spent together was not in vain. i have gotten to love the most beautiful woman in the world, even if just for a few years. that means the world to me.”
the king just stares with a hardened expression and jimin begins to feel the weight of his words crush him. he knows that speaking as freely as he did could get him punished but he figured since the king asked that he should answer honestly.
“i haven’t heard such a sentiment since i fell in love with y/n’s mother,” the king says and jimin’s eyes widen, “you’d make a fine king one day.”
“but sir-” jimin starts but is sent away to get you.
jimin is stunned but feel like he is floating from you father’s approval of him when he reaches your door. 
he says almost nothing while accompanying you to see your father and you just stare at him suspiciously.
“hello father.” you bow and look and his soft eyes on you.
“hi princess,” he says softly, smiling. you sit at his feet patiently waiting for him to speak, “what did you think of the prince?”
“he’s not quite ready to be a king,” you sigh, “and he’s not a fit man for a lady such as i. i do not wish to marry him.”
“are you saying this genuinely or are you saying this to be with jimin?”
“jimin has nothing to do with this. you have raised me to know this land and the responsibilities i owe to the people. i am willing to be queen and take on those responsibilities without being wed.” you explain.
“do you love jimin?” he asks.
“like the moon loves the sun.” you answer.
“how so?”
“in the early morning. when the world stands still while the darkness turns to light, the moon will cling to both light and dark to see the sun in the sky, if even for a short moment. that’s why you can seen both in the sky if you were lucky enough. he is my sun. i cling to a distant reality in order to be in love with him, even if it won’t be for long.”
“i was a fool to appoint jimin, assuming you wouldn’t fall in love with him,” he says and you frown, “but just as i have watched you grow, i have also watched him. and in doing so i have seen more than enough to allow you to choose your own path. i will not stand in your way. if you believe jimin will be a king fit enough for you one day then you may be with him.”
without a word you share a hug with your father, squeezing him tightly. you pull away and smile at him, seeing a twinkle in his eyes.
you and jimin fall for each other openly afterwards. 
one night, while laying in bed jimin brought up the suitor.”
“did you fall for him?” he asks and you look at him, amused.
“why? are you feeling envious?” you giggle.
“of course not.” he sighs, looking to the ceiling.
“it doesn’t matter, my love. my meeting with him was many moons ago,” you say, “and you will be king someday while he is still the forgotten prince of his kingdom.”
he hums and you kiss him.
“besides, i’ve vowed my love and life to you.” you say.
“and mine to you.” he smiles.
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lover4bts · 2 years
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Dating jungkook would include
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:recording him at the worst times
:if your older or younger than him kook will still treat you like a Nonna
:if your younger than him he likes when you call him oppa
:learning some of there dances
:thinking he was so cute before debut
:him making you go to the gym with him
:you don't have to work out he just wants you there with him
:chilling during his breaks
:going on tour with him
:stealing everything he owns
:watching the sunset
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stargazestories · 10 months
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A/N: This is my first time ever posting something like this but I felt like I love to write and just have random drabbles so I wanna post, even if they aren’t good and also this is my first time posting on tumblr so please be patient with me 🙏🏻 this is just gonna be a small Drabble but if things go well I’ll do longer stories, thank you ❤️❤️❤️
Paring: Kim Taehyung x chubby reader
Warnings: Smut. 🔞 no minors!
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“Enjoying yourself?” You voice was smooth and sensual as you ran your hands across the beautiful mans soft brown locks as he was kneeled in front of you, between your legs and devouring you. The room filled with the sounds of your soft moans and his mouth working on pleasuring you. You smiled at how desperate he looked beneath you, gripping your thick thighs, pulling you closer to be able to taste you more. “Tae~” you lightly grip his hair and pulled him a few inches away from your core to punish him for not answering you.
Taehyung wore a desperate look as you pulled him off you, clearly not wanting to stop. You gave him a soft smile as you saw he was breathing hard and his face covered with the mixture of his saliva and your juices. ’God he looks absolutely delicious’ you couldn’t help but to want this man to just take you, but you wanted to keep the fun going.
You leaned forward as you pulled his hair, forcing him to look up at you with a haze look. “Answer when I ask you a question hun, I know you can do that right? You’re a good boy right?” You leaned closer till you found your lips inches away from his. His eyes looking at you and nodding fast “I’m…I’m a good boy” he wanted to kiss you so bad. Everything about you he loved. He loved your confidence, your assertiveness, your sex appeal, you name it, he loved it. Happy with his answer you smile and give his lips a nice lick, earning a groan from him,before leaning back onto the sofa and spreading your legs open again in front of him. His gaze moved back to your wet core, but went back to look at you for approval to continue.
You brought one of your hands down and began to play with yourself in front of him. Spreading your lips and pushing one figure inside to make you moan in front of him.
You could see his eyes were hungry to pleasure you. “Do you wanna make me feel good?” You asked him while still moving your finger in and out of you, making you more wet and leaking in front of him. “Please” desperation was all you could hear in his tone. “I wanna be the one to bring you pleasure” he begged again. You loved seeing him beg like this.
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namboobieslover · 11 months
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Kintsugi: the beauty of broken things || MYG
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Summary: Yoongi and Minnie have been friends for quite some time now, almost... 15 years? 15 years since they ran into each other in that music classroom by an unlucky (or not) mistake. They've grown close, but both of them have strong characters and insecurities that will have to be put aside when Minnie falls into her own lie, risking her job in the process. They have 3 days to feel comfortable and make everyone believe their role as the young engaged couple or she is fucked :[
Pairing: musical producer! Yoongi x lab tech/science nerdy! f reader au; non-idol! BTS members make a brief appearance
Genre: fluff, angst, kinda slow burn (?), best friends to fake couple au, constant unresolved sexual tension, two idiots too proud to openly speak but pinning each other
Word count: so far, almost 25k but still unfinished
Warnings: use of bad language, mentions of insecurities/low self-esteem, anxiety, trauma; light use of weed, little smut if you scrutinize, SFW
Masterlist: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // ...
A/N: hi there! this one it's my first story to be uploaded, a way for me to de-stress from uni exams. I'm not a native English speaker, so please forgive any grammatical mistakes :/
As Yoongi said, you have to put your work out there to learn about it, so... feel free to give some feedback (as positive as you can, please). The story is halfway done, but as I have to proofread most of it and apply the holy Grammarly, uploading will have a normal pace
I'm not fully confident of my writing abilities or English use, but it is what it is, I guess
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CHAPTER 1: Surprises and planning
Word count: 7'1K
-Sup, loser.
-Hi
I roll my eyes while I flop into the sofa.
-I mean... I'm not asking for big parties but, you know, a little more enthusiasm when seeing your bestie wouldn’t hurt. Don’t you think?
The only answer I get is a loud exhale of air.
-Someone is susceptible today…
Min Yoongi.
We’ve been friends for maybe… 15 years? And what a ride.
We first met in high school, at the sweet age of 12/13. With all the hormonal stuff and changes going around… such a happy stage of life to remember, yikes.
We didn't have anything in common; he was an artistic soul while I considered, or I would like to consider myself, as a science girl. But little me saw too many talent shows with great singers and decided to give it a shot.
-Hi! It’s here where the choir practices?
-Yeah, here is where all the magic happens -I would’ve never expected such an ironic answer from such a cute-looking girl- Are you new or lost on your way to another place?
-New or that’s what I intend to be. I signed the paper in the hall and someone emailed me the instructions. Told me to come to Mrs Lars's classroom.
-Oh, then you are in the right place. She is in the storage room looking for the materials we’ll be needing today.
-Okay class -a sweet voice fills the room interrupting our conversation- please take a seat.
I signal the seat next to the girl asking nonverbally if it’s taken, and she answers that it's not occupied.
-So… today we have lots of new faces. Instead of having personal interviews with each of you, I thought that maybe it would be better and easier to have you join us for today’s lesson. That way you’ll see how we work, a light version of course. After I dismiss the class, as I told you in the email, please stay a little longer and perform a song of your liking. Any questions?
A boy asks if they have to stay at the auditions if they aren't new.
-If you want to, you can stay but if you prefer to leave, that's okay too. That reminds me: for the ones that aren’t new, welcome back; I'm happy to see you again. To y'all my pupils, I wish for a good and healthy year. Any other doubts?
Silence is the answer.
-Then, we’ll start.
The 60 minutes pass fast. The teacher is really fun and makes all the music technicalities more approachable to everyone in the room. We play some games to get to know each other's names while learning a little bit about music structure. 
-Well done. That’s all for today. See you next day.
A lot of students start picking up their books and bags, and I bid goodbye to Nelly, the one with a loving face and a smart mouth. She is… interesting to say the least, but also nicer than expected. 
And friendly enough to ask my dubitative ass to exchange numbers…
Now, the moment of truth: the audition. Not gonna lie, nobody here will be the next Céline Dion but they are okay. That makes me even more nervous, and it shows when my turn comes. Luckily (ironically) I'm the last one. My voice is shaky and even if I am doing terribly, they all keep a smile on their face, which I thank deeply.
Like everyone else, I don't receive any type of feedback from Mrs Lars. She just tells us the following.
-Thanks to any single one of you for showing interest in my subject. Everyone will be accepted in this class; the “audition” was just a formality to classify you in the range that fits you the best. Music is a language that unifies all humans, and even if most of them haven’t been gifted with an incredible voice or the ability to play an instrument, I won't deny the chance to learn it anyways. There’s always a role that fits you the best and I’m sure that while communication runs in both directions, we’ll have a good year. Today you saw how my class works; if you still want to join me and your classmates, the only thing needed is to send me an email by the end of the weekday to confirm it. I will reply with indications, information and advice to improve your natural talent and I want you to practise for a couple of weeks to get used to that routine and the work method. Then, you’ll be divided into groups with people who share your characteristics to work together with the things in common and have healthy feedback. Also, you can ask me when needed or use the music studios to train. I’m sure your parents will thank me -she laughs- Does that sound good?
-Yes Mrs Lars -we answer in unison.
-Ah, and also, if you don't think this is your thing and want to choose another activity, that’s okay. Not receiving the mail of confirmation I previously had talked about, will be understood as the desire to not continue. Feel free to do it if you want to; no hard feelings. This will take a lot of energy and free time, so… make sure that all the effort goes to something you like or you’ll end up despising me and music itself. Any questions or doubts?
As nobody speaks, she dismisses the class.
It took me a couple of days to decide whether I should join music or look for another option, but animated by my parents and the possibility of this helping me with my scenic fear, I choose to keep going with the idea.
Apparently, my vocal range is mezzo-soprano-contralto, which is why I have a difficult time in a higher register. Once I knew that, everything changed for me. Singing was easier and less damaging; just better. I wasn’t that good but for once I felt like my efforts were taking me somewhere.
I still needed a lot of practice, so I would usually spend some time during lunchtime (with the teacher’s permission) doing so in the rehearsal room. Unluckily, one day when I went to my usual spot, the class was already occupied by another person, so I met with my teacher to know what had happened. 
-I’m sorry sweetheart, it’s my fault. I have such a big cold that the headache is making my head pound and I can’t even think straight. Would it be inopportune if I reserve the room after class so you don’t have to skip today’s practice?
-That sounds good too.
-Okay, then I will write your name in the folder -she says reaching for it hung on the wall. She seems a little confused when looking at today’s schedule 
-Isn’t it possible? -I ask her.
-Oh no, everything is fine. Seems like I’ve already written the reservation in your name earlier. Must’ve forgotten to tell you when I did that, I guess that just in case, to offer you a resolution to this problem.
-Then, I’m noted to the main classroom after class?
-Yeah, you are good to go.
-Thank you.
As told, I went to the said place and started my warming exercises. After some scales, I tried “Million Reasons” by Lady Gaga, struggling with the highness of the bridge. I was stuck with that part for some days by then, and my frustration was almost visible in the form of smoke outing my ears.
I was on my…¿20th try? When an unknown voice scared me when the song finished.
-Well… that was…interesting.
-Fucking hell, you scared me.
-Not more than you did to me with your vocals.
-Excuse me?
-Apologies accepted.
Is a boy around my age and size. He wears rectangular glasses and a mostly black outfit, which contrasts with his pale skin perfectly. His eyes are quite small but ooze tons of coldness. He impassively walks to the piano in the corner and starts to get things out of his backpack.
-Mmm… What are you doing?
His dark orbs peer at me with a pensive aura, but he dismisses those thoughts and gives me rolling eyes.
-Practising.
-Yeah, I could have guessed that.
-I am not the one asking the stupid questions here.
-What I meant -he interrupts me by playing some notes- As I was saying -he does it again.
I approach the instrument he is in and put down the keyboard cover, giving him enough time to retract his hands. Ups his sight and boy, is a furious one.
-Are you crazy? -he shouts- You could have harmed me!
-Chst, nobody with two functional cells doing synapsis would have that bad reflexes so please, stop crying, you little baby.
-Excuse me?
-Apologies accepted -I deliver the sentence the same way he did to me, with a pompous smile on my face while I sit proudly in a nearby chair- Also, you deserve it. That’s what you get when trying to mess with me.
-Oh, was I disturbing you? Sorry, I didn't want to. I’m so distracted -what he says in a pitying tone doesn’t match the challenging look in his eyes and the smirk he isn’t even trying to hide.
-I can tell -I bark back the same way- Anyway, as I was saying before you decided to be a cretin, what are you doing here?
-Judging based on your singing skills maybe…you aren't aware that this is a music classroom? You know, where musicians do their thing -speaks ironically
-Of course I know where I am. My doubt is what are YOU doing here at this time. I made a reservation with Mrs Lars.
-Me too.
-That’s impossible.
-No, it’s not. Since I did. You must be wrong.
-No, you are -I fight a little offended.
He rolls his eyes.
-Okay. Let’s search the classroom schedule Mrs Lars keeps in her office and you’ll see your mistake -decides while clapping his hands together and getting up.
-You must mean YOUR mistake -I clarify while imitating his gestures.
I follow him to said office, where he signals to a folder hanging on the wall. He goes through it while searching for today’s schedule and once he finds it, aggressively puts his finger in the initials “M.Y”
-As I was saying, you are the one wrong -he says proudly.
-What? Those are my initials!
-No, they are not. They are M.Y. as in Min Yoongi.
-No, they are M.Y as Min Young Mi.
We look at each other kinda confused.
-I guess Mrs Lars must have committed a mistake while writing our names because of the similarities -he thinks out loud.
-You think so? -I reply as ironically as I can. He rolls his eyes.
That evening was the beginning of what we like to call “The Valerian War”. As stubborn as we were, any of us was willing to give in to the other. None offered to leave or neither changed the reservation for the evenings that followed, so we played mental resistance war, and it got so bad that we needed some valerian infusion to support the evils that we did to each other so that the other would surrender.
Some favourites were him cutting my microphone wires or playing a recording of my voice on the school’s radio for everyone to listen to. I gave back by making good use of a 2x3 glue thrift offer. I was almost sent to the other world when he had to walk back home with the piano’s bench cushion glued to his butt or with music sheets united to his hand.
Eventually, with little acts of kindness by both sides, we started to open up and help each other (he assisted me in musical stuff while I improved his anger management) and we reached the point where we were looking all day to that moment of the evening. It took almost a year and a lot of Nelly’s talks to finally admit that we enjoyed spending time together. Slowly but surely, we started meeting out of school till becoming besties. We had a lot more in common than we thought.
-Call me stupid but-
-Stupid -he interrupts me without hesitance.
-Min Yoongi, be careful with your words, I have your mom on quick dial.
-So childish that is almost sad.
-Would she think as childish that you signed a big contract with an important company and didn’t say a word to your family? I guess I can just ask her -my tone is a mockery one.
The keyboard typing stops followed by a dry laugh.
-You dirty bitch. Must be desperate to threaten me with that.
-It’s just that… I’m frustrated.
-Sexually?
-No. Well… That too. But no.
He quietly laughs.
-Maybe I can lend you a hand.
-Yeah, in my neck to cut the flow of air? -I ask acidly but then my black humour needs to make an appearance- Actually, that’s not that much of a bad idea. One lifetime occasion where I would let you commit the desire of killing me without getting angry about it; I promise.
-Mmm, kinky. If that’s what you want… -he spouts with a teasing tone and a smirk.
-What?
I’m no stranger to letting my intrusive thoughts win over me and make it aaaall the way to my mouth without realising it, so when he answers I have to replay the last section of our conversation to understand what he means.
-Ugh, you are disgusting.
-Yeah. I think how disgusting it is that I know you so well, that I am genuinely not surprised about you having a choking kink.
-I… I don’t have a choking kink -I defend myself by putting a brave face on when I actually kind of like that stuff.
-Yeah, right -he answers in a disinterested way, turning back to his computer- Just so you know…next time you try to lie as much as you are doing, tell your red cheeks to not make an appearance. It gives it away.
I take advantage of him not looking at me to raise my hands and check if they are matter-of-factly red, which are. I clear my throat in the need of changing the subject.
-Till now all you said has been really helpful, you know? -I say rolling my eyes
-Till now you still haven’t said a word about your problem, apart from your need to get laid, of course.
-The thing is that I messed badly with my boss -I purposely ignore the last sentence and he lets out a little laugh because of it.
-What makes you think that?
-It’s not something she said or did. Actually… It's my fault.
-I doubt it… but would you mind explaining? -he still has his back facing me while clicking the unwired mouse, something that will make the next thing I have to say a lot easier.
-Do you remember when you got appendicitis and had to stay at the hospital? And then when you needed help when sent home?
-How would I not remember?
-Well… The thing is that to convince my boss, which I already told you, is a hard one… I had to lie. A lot.
That seems to catch his attention because finally turns to face me.
-When you mean a lot, how much are we talking about? You said everything was okay with you taking those days off.
-I think we have already established the point that I am a ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’.
-So… What did you tell her?
-Mmmm… I knew some of my coworkers asked her for some days off because of a friend or a relative being sick, and she always rejected them except when they talked about fiancés, husbands or sons; that kind of stuff. So to make her accept my petition, I made her believe it was about my fiancé.
-You said what?
-I basically said all the truth but omitted that you are only my friend. I completely made up a story about my hardworking fiancé, who fell sick, and has no other family around than me to take care of him… It was a little white lie, but when I was back to work everyone was nice to me, even my boss.
-Why don’t you tell them that you broke up? 
-That was my plan, I swear. Buuuut, I started to talk a little bit here and there about him being an asshole, like getting ready to break the news, you know? Buuuuut that made them even nicer to me! Never knew criticising a partner would unite us that much.
-My surgery was last year…have you been lying to them for that long?
-Yeah…
-And didn’t they suspect anything when a year passed and still no wedding was in sight?
-Yes, but I explained how as we were both busy with our respective jobs, trying to save money for it, and having some trouble in our relationship… had decided to take it easy.
He seems lost in thought, with the elbows resting on the armrests of his chair and fingers brushing his chin. Then laughs, crossing his arms over his chest.
-Well, well, well. When I think that you cannot surprise me anymore, here you come.
-Yeah, really funny how this will end with me getting fired.
-Don’t be silly. They’ll never know.
-That’s what I thought till my company decided to celebrate a ball to raise funds for their project about breast cancer. And everyone expects me to bring my said fiancé to meet them.
-OMG you are such a loser.
-I don’t know why I came here expecting some support. Seems like today is not the day you want to deal with my stuff -I get a little angry because he doesn't understand how bad this is and how much I’ve been stressing the last few weeks trying to find a solution.
-Minnie, you know that’s not it -he quickly answers.
-Don’t worry. It’s my fault. By now I must have put in my mind that while you are working don’t wanna be bothered by others' banal stuff -I recollect my bag and start my way to the door.
I feel his hand wrapping around my wrist, trying to stop me.
-Stop it. I don’t wanna bother you.
He sighs and uses that hitch as a way to put me closer to him and after that, sit me again on the couch.
-Yeah, you are a pain in the ass, but even like that… you’ll never bother me when it’s about struggling with something, so… don’t say that.
-That’s how you made me feel.
-And I’m sorry about it. When it comes to words, we both know that I’m not the best to be sensitive.
-Except with your lyrics -I half-joke to reassure him. 
I feel bad to react this way because he has a life too and here I am burdening him with my problems; all because I am so weak that I drown in a cup of water.
-Yeah, except for my lyrics -says way softer.
-Ugh, I’m so messed up -I groan while hiding my face between my hands and laying back.
-Yeah, a little bit but, what are you going to do?
-What do you mean?
-I know you, so I expect you to have something in mind already -he says palming one of my knees while still sitting in his chair.
I drop my arms to my sides, tired.
-No. Well, technically yes, but not anymore.
-What?
-I had a plan but not anymore because things didn’t go the way I expected.
-How is that?
-Don’t wanna hear you say anything about “I warned you”.
-This is going to be good -he whispers loud enough for me to hear it, but after giving him a death stare, motions his mouth getting zipped and throws the key away.
-The obvious solution is to have someone pretending to be my fianceé. After wondering who would be the best option I asked Jim to fill that role because, you know, we were kinda hooking up.
-What did he say?
-Like cartoons. I was almost able to see smoke in his dashing foot.
-Told you so -whispers again with a smirk.
I want to save energy, so my only answer is to roll my eyes. It's not like I could deny it because he, in effect, told me that. 
When I started to meet Jim, equally scared of commitment as me, Yoongi warned me about how he would never be the one for me. How under the sweet gestures and amazing chemistry, we were only two people wasting time. How he could, maybe, let me down when I truly needed him. He wasn’t wrong. While explaining this whole issue to Jim, he was losing all the colour on his face because I told him that he would have to pretend to be in love. Pretend. I didn’t love him either but I was expecting the both of us to put on a little show of it.
But Yoongi knows that behind the façade I put saying that I don't want serious business, the reality is that I'm just searching for the right person to let my defences down. But to find it and as a scientist, I must do trial and error. Right?
-Then I contacted everyone in our group but all of them are occupied with close notice, and since my family is away, I can’t ask a cousin or something. Not to mention how weird it would have been -I shake my shoulders trying to shake the disgusting image of my mind.
-What about a random person or a gigolo? 
-I don’t have enough time to teach somebody the full ass history of how we fell in love or the money to pay for it. Also, I'm trying to avoid paying for another human till I'm 70 and alone, with the only company of my 5 cats. Thanks.
-That’s all?
-I started to pretend that I’m falling sick to have an excuse, but everyone seems suspicious of me. If that doesn’t work, I’m fucked up. For real. That’s my last chance.
-As I see it, that’s not your last chance. You forgot about something.
-I did?
To say that I am confused is an understatement.
-Yeah you fool -he smiles widely and reclines in his chair with crossed arms.
-I…don’t…follow you.
-Me. 
-You what? -My confusion is at the ceiling level.
-Me -He repeats with open arms- You forgot me.
Is this what I think it is?
-Stop frowning -and I do at his call- I can't believe you didn’t try to ask me.
-You are joking, aren’t you?
-No -he turns to the computer shrugging.
-Wait, wait, wait -I turn him to face me by the armrest- You, Min Yoongi, THE Min Yoongi, are offering to be my ‘date’ for an event at my workplace?
-God, don’t put it like that. But yeah, the answer is yes. I don’t know why it seems so unbelievable to you.
-I didn't ask you because: 1) I was ashamed, 2) you and I aren't precisely the most comfortable with touching or sweet words, and 3) and the main: aren’t you visiting your hometown this weekend? I know how much you’ve been looking forward to it.
-Yes, I was. But you are crazy if you think that I would let you lose your job for it.
-But you’ve worked so hard… you deserve that break.
-Listen and stop being stubborn. I know that your job is as important to you as mine is to me, not to mention that if you are in this position it is because of me. So… the fair thing is to be the one helping you out of this situation.
-You realise that we will have to pretend that we are in love, right? -I say carefully.
-I pretend that I like you every day so, I don’t think it will be that hard. 
I know he says it to make me laugh and take the iron off the matter, but I can’t help smacking his thigh while giggling. 
-What preoccupies me is you; would you be able not to fall in love with me?
We both laugh, knowing that it’s impossible.
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I’m completing my look with sparkling earrings and I look at myself in the mirror. Not bad.
I’m wearing what I consider my slutiest outfit: a baggy long-sleeve dress with a deep v-neck and which long is mid-thigh. The cloth resembles black silk but falls beautifully around my curved body, adjusting in the places it should to remark my features. I added all the sparkly accessories because they contrast greatly with my tanned skin and the dress itself, but I guess all seems blurred compared to my boobs. Those girls are looking great tonight. 
My hairstyle and makeup are a little basic, but enough to make me feel pretty.
While applying perfume someone rings the doorbell. I’m ready on time, so taking all my stuff and a false pink fur coat, I open the door.
I have to admit it, he looks stunning. Yoongi is wearing black skinny jeans with a white t-shirt tucked in, black combat boots and a green bomber jacket. All prettily completed with silver accessories and his long ginger hair slightly gelled back on the sides. My favourite look on him.
-Why aren’t you wearing high heels?
That comment is enough to get me out of my trance, but I understand it; that’s the only part of my outfit on display.
-Is bad enough to be wearing ones for the ball, so yes, thank you, I won’t be torturing myself tonight -I explain as I close my house with the key.
-You were the one who had the idea of dressing in the clothes the other likes most.
-I’m wearing everything you asked for except for the heels. Relax.
-Let me see.
-Hell no, it is freezing here. You’ll see once we get to the discotheque. C’mon.
-I don’t trust you. At all -he whispers but follows me to the taxi stop.
This is part of the amazing plan we made together on Tuesday night. Not the best idea but…it will have to do the work.
The ball is on Friday so we have a couple of days to make us believable as a couple. Tonight, Wednesday, part one is in development. We’ll go to drink (a lot) and dance in a public place and act as partners in love. Is like practice for the real situation and luckily, as I suggested, dressing in a way the other likes will make it easier to dissociate the image of best friend that we find disgusting to act in love with.
We have two days to be comfortable with holding hands, him holding me for the small of my back, me hanging into his arm, hugging and… kissing. Not fully making out, like little pecks. Or at least that’s the order both of us come together to decide as necessary to give the ‘’living in the honeymoon stage of relationship’’ vibes.
Tomorrow we will work on our love story, pet names and all that stuff. Maybe we’ll have to buy some alcohol for it too.
-Should we…maybe…start? -he asks, looking the other way.
-I think I need a couple of quick shots before.
-Thank God, me too -laughs.
I signal to a bar near us that won’t make us change our direction fully, and he agrees.
-Please, four shots of tequila -Yoongi orders to the bartender, and I am grateful for that amount.
Since I am the one using his help, I want to invite him. He gives me bored eyes and tries to take my money away from the counter, but I push him a little bit and open my coat to let my neckline on the view of the young bartender.
-Please, accept my money. You can keep the change as a tip -my voice is as sweet as I physically can and I bat my eyelashes. It works because he takes my money a little bit flustered and his only answer is a nod. I laugh to myself and close the coat again, turning to my friend, who is downing his first little vase.
I take one making cheers in the air before ingesting the hot liquor.
-You know… what you did is not fair.
-What do you mean? -I play dumb.
-You know what I mean -he says before drinking his other drink- That poor boy… I would be surprised if he doesn't end up hard as wood.
-Why is that bad? Dozens of men look at my ass or boobs without any intention on my side or dressing to “provoke” them. It’s not my fault that in this patriarchal society, women are so fucking sexualized that men think it’s okay to do it. He would have looked at them anyway if I weren’t wearing the coat so excuse me for using that in my favour instead of against me - I drink my last shot.
He looks at me kind of speechless, but after clearing his throat he says “When you are right, you are right”.
The cold air receives us in the street, but the burning sensation in our stomachs is a great contrast. We decide to go walking to the discotheque since it isn’t that far and after ten minutes of comfortable silence, I start to feel the alcohol quicking in in the form of an unexpected laugh.
-What happens? -Yoongi seems confused but laughs too.
-This situation… is ridiculous.
-I know.
-But again, thank you. You are saving me from a good one. I owe you.
-Don’t be stupid, we are best friends. You take care of me and I take care of you. That is how we have always worked and how it will always work.
-Wow, alcohol is getting into you too? You are speaking mindlessly.
-A bit. A long time has passed since I last drank something; work has been… crazy.
-Same for me. Maybe it is a good moment for…you know.
-First step?
-Yeah, first step. Are you okay with that?
-Of course.
We look at each other's hands and making a brave move, I'm the one initiating the motion. His are colder and slightly bigger but feels surprisingly comfortable to intertwine fingers and sense his even colder rings brushing with mine. That heat difference sends a shiver through my body.
It’s not like we have never held hands in other contexts. We do, for example, while walking in a street full of people or in a comforting situation and stuff like that, but it is our first time to do it without a physical or emotional need.
-How do you feel? -I ask cautiously.
-Weird, not gonna lie.
-Me too.
-But it’s not the first time we held hands and I have to say that luckily you feel warm.
-Yeah, you are freezing man -the tension weakens and we start to walk again, still hand in hand.
-I forgot my coat and when I realised I was already too far. I expected to be in a taxi and drunk so I didn’t take it so seriously. Now I’m regretting my choices.
I can’t stop a laugh and he does the same, showing a gummy smile.
-I can work with that. Grieving for my frozen-to-death fiancé is a good excuse to go to the bloody fundraiser alone.
-Then, who would listen to your nonsense anxious babbling?
-You aren’t my only friend, you know that right?
-They simply can’t compare. Even Nelly. 
-Yeah, they can’t compare because nobody reaches your level of pettiness.
-That’s what we have in common you and I, my friend.
Our bickering continues till we reach our destination, where it is time to start the practice. Reading my mind he offers his arm for me to cling to it while still holding hands; a typical pose of couples who’ve been together for some years.
-IDs? -the bouncer asks us.
Once he checks that we are above 23 (a way to only let in adults) the heat receives us when we cross the door. The decoration is beautiful and serious, way different from what we are used to.
-Everyone here seems a little off, don’t you think? -Yoongi asks me.
-Yeah, I guess the age requirement takes away the younger spirit. You know this place is for people who want to have a good night but not that “wild”.
-If this is what awaits me once I establish a serious relationship, I’m definitely staying single.
-Bold of you to assume that you’ll find someone who can keep up with your antics. It’s not like you are turning love proposals all day.
His elbow pinches at my ribs for making fun of him and I laugh.
-You are one to talk… Also, I have some game so… your words don’t offend me miss “Please help me because my ashole of a hookup can’t even pretend to be in love with me”.
-Yeah, that was because he knew that once he started pretending, it wouldn’t be pretending anymore and I’m too much of a woman for him.
-Sure -his eyes are mocking me.
-Let’s grab some drinks, stupid.
He straightly asks for a whiskey, his favourite drink, but I order a rum with coke. He offers me to taste it and I’m dumb enough to do it, gagging at the flavour.
-You have an easy gag reflex, maybe now I understand why Jim dumped your ass so easily.
-Don’t worry hun, it’s only related to alcoholic drinks and he surely dumped me but my ass felt a great loss to him -I cheer my drink with his.
He gives me an unreadable stare while swallowing the odd savoury liquor.
I hate to admit it, but he looks smoking hot tonight. I can’t put my finger exactly on what it is, but something of him making dark humour about Jim while staring at me in that mockery way and gulping whiskey like water… is entrancing. Am I that sex deprived or what?
He frowns one eyebrow trying to guess what's on my mind and just the possibility of him being able to decipher my thoughts has me blushing.
-Is hot here. I’m going to the wardrobe to leave my coat - I excuse myself while getting up from the stool.
-Want me to accompany you?
-Oh, no. Don’t worry. I don’t think it will take me that long.
I join the wardrobe queue a little anxious. Just thinking of what awaits me these days stresses me; it’s really out of my comfort zone. I take the coat for the smiley girl behind the counter to take it.
-Wow girl, you are stunning.
-Thank you, I hope my… boyfriend thinks the same -the b-word gets a little stuck in my throat.
-If he doesn’t… take him to the doctor. That would mean he has his sight damaged. Or better, come back and I’ll make sure you have a good time -she says winking and giving me a little key with a number.
-I’ll keep that in mind -I answer a little flustered and return to where Yoongi is waiting.
He is turned to face me, elbow resting on the bar and cup playing in his hand in circular motions. He eyes me up and down and licks his lips, and I have to put all the effort in me to keep walking like nothing and not choke on my air.
He must have noticed my nervous state because this time, decides to directly ask.
-Oh, I was a little shocked -I answered because… well, that is true- The girl in the wardrobe made a move on me suggesting that if my partner doesn’t like me or something, she will take matters herself to give me a good time -that is also true.
-She did?
-Yeah, why is it so hard to believe? -I am a little offended and I chug down the rest of my drink.
-Not that is hard to believe, but… Do you like girls or something now? -he seems genuinely curious, trying to assure me that anything I say next, will be well received from him.
-No, this isn’t me coming out; sadly I’m still into men. Just… is nice to have someone complimenting me even if I’m not into girls -a change in his gaze is noticeable, and that’s what makes me realise that maybe he feels like I’m implying something else that I’m not- Anyways, I thought that she was nice and a funny anecdote. Do you want anything else to drink?
I can almost see him shaking his head to get rid of whatever was going on there and nods, chugging the remains of whiskey, which makes his Adam's apple move up and down. He has a nice side profile, I’ll admit that too. 
Once we have refilled our vases, we start a little conversation about our works and how excited he is that his first mixtape is in the final steps to be published. Only the photos and the design of the cover are missing, which will be arranged on Friday morning, previous to the gala.
-I can’t believe that you didn’t let me listen to it.
-I want you to see the final product, to see the full concept like the rest.
-Still… I can’t believe that you are doing this to your very first fan. I guess from now I will have to fight with all your new fans for a little attention.
-Like you ever had it… -he smirks and I hit him in the arm.
-Maybe I should start stanning other rappers, Namjoon is doing great with his mixtape. At least he appreciates me a little bit.
-Yeah, he would appreciate having you under his sheets. Well, he and the rest of the boys of the studio.
-Don’t be silly, we are just friends.
-Yeah, because no friends in history have ever hooked up, right?
-Not me at least.
-Because you are good at friend-zoning without even noticing. It’s really fun to watch them all try to have a date with you. I will tell you more, we have a bet going on.
-What? Stop joking.
His gaze is devilish, but his face remains serious; that’s how I know that he is being honest. He funnily grins while drinking and I just blush.
-Seriously? I don’t know Yoongi, that seems fake.
-Kinda is, kinda not. At the start, when they first meet you, they, believe it or not, wanted you as something more than a friend. After some time trying and failing, they accepted that it was impossible. However, it is still a joke to make moves on you to see if you notice but I know that if you give them any signal, they would be moving their tails like the dogs they are.
-That's what the bet is about? For how long has it been going on?
.Around… I don’t know. Two years maybe?
To say that I'm speechless is an understatement.
-Who’s in that bet?
-All the group?
-Even… you?
-I guess… but I like to think of myself as a judge in all this. It wouldn’t be fair to them if I played at their level since I’m your best friend.
-Oh my god, you are so full of yourself.
-Why?
-You think you can win against the others with that dumpling-like skin and that skinny body of yours? You wouldn’t be able to handle me. Jungkook or Namjoon? Definitely.
-I would prove it to you, but once you get a taste… you can’t go anywhere else.
Scarlet cheeks are my only answer to that.
-And what’s the prize of that bet?
-Free pass with you if you want it too.
-Ugh, and you are part of that?
-Now you are the one full of herself. If I win maybe I’ll be able to trade that for some equipment my studio is missing.
-I’m not an object you can use to “trade”.
-Of course you aren’t. Of course.
He pats my head messily and I can see a glint of fun in his eyes, which in Yoongi’s language means that he feels a little tipsy. He’s not the touchy type at least he has some alcohol flowing through him.
Honestly, I know that I should be a little angry with this whole bet thing but I am not. Yes, is a little weird that all of them are in this but at the same time… I know they would never hurt me or take advantage of me in that way. Also, I have to admit that sometimes I do second checks of them because… holy cow, they seem like some greek marble-carved figurines that came to life. So.. am I the one to blame?
Not to mention how lovely and protective of me they all are; I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have had their support for whatever stupid thing I was trying or a warm hug if I needed it. I guess this thing is a friendly joke I wasn’t aware of but thanks to alcohol-induced honesty in Yoongi…I’m going to have MY fun with it.
-Now that you have told me this, who has won? You are destroying it.
-I suppose the first you flirt back to and I told you because… two years?? At this point, we all know that the bet was never going to end. Why? Now that you know, is your interest in any of those assholes?
-Maybe…
-Who? -I know this caught him by surprise.
-You will have to give me more drinks and a couple of dances to know that. Decide your strategy while my trip to the bathroom -I laugh at him and make my way to the service room.
I’m not interested in any of them, but as I said, it’s my turn to have some fun with it and poor Yoongi, he’s my first victim. We have some bond to do to look like a couple, right? Well, I will take this as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
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C H A P T E R  14
“I will protect you from all around you. I will be here don’t you cry. For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm… ‘Cause you’ll be in my heart. Yes, you’ll be in my heart. From this day on now and forever more. You’ll be in my heart no matter what they say, you’ll be here in my heart always.”
-Phill Collins
Summary: Your last owner had almost beaten you to death, leaving you at the very shelter he had adopted you from. This time, two tall men walk in, immediately drawn to you as you rested in your small cage. You couldn’t help but become attached, just hoping you wouldn’t be abandoned once again by the idols you grow to love.
Genre: fluff, angst, hybrid, bts idol au, mates, bonding, comfort/hurt, poly relationship,
Pairing: poly idol!bts x hybrid!reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: feelings of abandonment, major angst, fluff, polyamory love, mentions of violence, mentions of sexual assault, discrimination, some a/b/o dynamics, smut
Chapter Warnings: smut, fingering, teasing, implied breeding kink, marking kink, praise kink, implied subspace, mc being touch-starved, Jimin loving the taste of mc’s slick, maybe future slick/cum kink?, Jimin being a little hungry and getting carried away, voyerism if you squint, Jin getting lost in the mc, Jimin being such a good baby boy, sub Jimin, dom yoongi, dom jin, sub mc, anal sex, mc needing to feel full, aftercare, jin being the sweetest, slight subspace Jimin, slight overstimulation, 
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Masterlist // Chapter 13 // Chapter 15
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Walking forward, Jin placed you gently in the middle of the bed before stepping back. By now, you could see Jimin only had his boxers on, while Yoongi was moving to lay next to you, his naked body glistening with sweat as he brought his hand down to his dick, moving his hand up and down slowly as he looked at you.
You looked down realizing you were still wearing your shirt, well Hoseok’s shirt. You brought your hands down to pull it off you, your body feeling way too hot but was stopped by Yoongi’s hand.
“No baby. Your job is to just lay here and be loved, okay?” He placed a small kiss on your lips before pulling back. He was resting on his side, hand holding his head up as he watched the other boys. Jimin having trouble removing his boxers due to the accidental orgasm he had in the living room.
“Aww did baby boy make a mess?” Jin raised an eyebrow, moving to hook his fingers into the band of Jimin’s underwear, tugging lightly on it making the younger man let out a whimper.
Your eyes were locked on them, never seeing them like this before. You had seen them kiss, or even mark each other’s neck, but never like this. It had your mouth watering and more slick dripping onto the bed, something Yoongi took notice of.
“Here, let hyung do it.” Jin bent down, kneeling in front of Jimin and helping him out of his boxers. Once you thought Jin was going to stand back up, he brought his hand to Jimin’s dick and took him in his mouth, his nose pressed to Jimin’s pelvic bone before pulling back, licking a stripe up the underside of Jimin’s dick.
A loud whimper left Jimin’s lips, his mouth formed a small ‘o’ as he tried to hold himself back, knowing he wasn’t given permission to touch. He held his hands to his side, watching as his hyung took him in his mouth.
“Jimin looks so pretty like that, doesn’t he?” Yoongi whispers in your ear, eyes on your hands that slowly move down your stomach. He grabs ahold of your wrists with his right hand, keeping them in place as you both watch Jin and Jimin.
You nod your head in response before remembering what Jin had told you.
“Yes.”
“Good girl using your words.” Yoongi praises you, watching as you clench your thighs at his words.
You turn to look at him completely, wanting to ask him to touch you only to miss the look on Jimin’s face as he cums, Jin swallowing every last drop before getting up.
“Such a good boy, remembering the rules. Why don’t you go help Yoongi as a reward, hmm?” Jin looks towards Yoongi, his tip red and glistening with precum. He hasn’t been touched yet but the sight of you and Jimin cumming has him ready to orgasm himself.
“C’mon here baby.” Yoongi says, gesturing for Jimin to move forward, causing said male to practically lunge for the man. His hands already grasping onto Yoongi’s cock.
Your eyes are glued to Jimin’s hands, almost forgetting about Jin, whose body moves to kneel in between your legs, pushing your thighs apart.
“Oh baby, you’re so wet, darling.” He brings his hand to your cunt, pulling your lower lips apart so he can see you, your hole expanding and closing as he moves, as if beckoning him to come closer.
“You look so good like this, spread open and wet, so ready for me.” Jin’s words have another gush of slick leaving your opening, and he watches as his drips onto the comforter, a moan leaving his lips at the sight.
“Do you think she is ready Yoongi?” Jin asks the other man, looking towards him and seeing him now on his back, arms behind his head as he watches Jimin bob his head on his length.
“Hmm, let me check?” Yoongi says, bringing a hand down your body, from your shoulder, hovering over your nipples before moving down your stomach to your core. Before you can do anything, his fingers have you gasping as he pushes his index and middle finger in, pushing his fingers apart to test how stretched out you were before removing them. He sticks the two in his mouth, staring in your eyes as he does so.
“Yes hyung, she is ready.”
At this point you can’t tell what your body is feeling, as if you were floating in the wind. Each second with them, seeing them like this, has your body feeling almost too hot to comprehend. You needed something, anything to quench the burning in your abdomen.
“Look at me baby.” Jin’s fingers cup your chin, turning your head to face him. The glint in his eyes had you entranced, his stare holding you to him.
“Listen baby. I need you to use your words. You need to tell me if you are uncomfortable, or if we hurt you in any way. This is all about you and how you feel. I need you to be honest with me, can you do that.”
“Yes Jinnie.”
He takes the opportunity to surge forward, his lips locking with your own. The kiss was messy and wet, everything you didn’t know you needed. As he licked inside your mouth, claiming every bit of you he could, you felt him drag his tip along your pussy, smearing your slick along his length.
Jin pulled back for a second, needing to watch you expression as he entered you, needed to engrave it onto his eyelids. He watched your mouth open as he pushed his length in, slowly and stopping every couple seconds to let you adjust to his size. He made sure to watch for any show of pain, any movement from you had him pausing.
Once he was fully in, he adjusted his weight, leaning on one of his arms and using his heels for leverage as he was almost kneeling between your legs. You couldn’t help but start moving your hips, trying to bring him even closer to you causing him to chuckle a little.
“So needy for her daddy, huh?” Jin teased, using the nickname you gave him to his advantage, watching as your eyes widen, caught off guard as he began to pull out and push back in.
You feel him pull out of you, the tip getting caught on your entrance before he pushes back in, the power behind his thrusts causing you to move forward, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist to try and anchor yourself to him. But this only made him reach deeper inside of you.
You scrambled for his neck, wrapping your arms around his back so you had something to hold onto, the sensation still new and causing you to seek comfort. Jin took the opportunity to his advantage, his lips moving like a brush as he began to paint your skin purple. He couldn’t help it, maybe going a little overboard but he didn’t have to hold back.
He didn’t have to be careful of the claim he left behind. He could mark you as his and no one would be able to tell him otherwise. He moaned at the thought, sucking harshly at the skin of your collarbone. His lips moving further down to suckle at your breasts as his hips continued to move.
Your moans sounded like heaven to Jimin, spurring him on to make Yoongi cum faster, not wanting to make him wait any longer. He needed to touch you again, needed to bring you to the height of pleasure. He wanted you to see stars as he made you climax.
A hand tugging at his hair had him pulling back in confusion. He hadn’t even noticed he made Yoongi cum already, the elder’s legs shaking in overstimulation.
“Got carried away didn’t you baby boy?” Jimin nodded in reply, the others already knowing he can get nonverbal in his headspace. They’ve all made sure that Jimin has other ways to communicate, taps on their thighs or hair tugs being some of the once used most often.
Yoongi nods, pulling the boy up his body so his dick was against Jimin’s ass. He moved his hands to hold Jimin, cupping the flesh there as he moved to finger is rim, eyes widening in surprise.
“Were you hoping someone would take you baby boy? Stretching yourself out for your hyungs?” Yoongi coos, moving to grasp onto the plug and pulling it from Jimin’s hole, causing small whimpers to leave his lips at the empty feeling.
“Don’t worry baby boy, hyung’s going to fill you right up.” Yoongi helps Jimin sit properly on his lap, before plunging into the younger’s hole, immediately moving to keep pace, knowing the way to get Jimin riled up after so many years together.
The sound of skin hitting skin was all that was heard, not even the sound of pleasure could take over the noise. Jimin was bouncing on Yoongi’s cock, trying hard to get himself off while Yoongi was moving his hand up and down Jimin’s, needing to see his skin coated in cum.
Jin and Yoongi were matching thrust for thrust now, Jin’s hips hitting yours with every thrust. You couldn’t hold back your moans even if you tried, each sound or moan of his name spurred Jin on, his hips now moving faster and harder as he brought forward your second orgasm.
“Jinnie please!” You moaned, gripping onto his shoulders as he adjusted his position, spreading your legs farther allowing him to reach even deeper inside you.
“It’s okay baby. I’ve got you.” He moaned, moving down to capture your lips again.
The knot you felt earlier was forming again in your stomach, the warmth flooding your system as you clenched around Jin’s length.
“Baby girl, if you keep doing that I’m not going to last much longer.” Jin groaned, eyes closing at the feeling. Soon enough, Jin moves his free hand to your core, rubbing at your clit to help you reach your climax. He could teel you were close, could tell you were reaching your orgasm.
“Cum for me baby girl.” His words seem to come at the right time, eyes closing as you see stars enter your vision.
You can feel Jin thrust a couple of more times before he cums, covering your walls with his seed. The feeling of being full is something you aren’t used to, but you find yourself loving it, not wanting him to pull out. You want him to stay where he is, the comfort you receive from him being so close has you purring.
Jin sees this, and moves to put his weight on you, still inside you as you adjust your legs to bring him closer. He wonders if cockwarming would be a good thing for you, seeing how relaxed and peaceful you seem right now. However, he needs to pull out and clean you up.
“No Jinnie.” You whine a little at the feeling of him pulling out, the emptiness the only thing you feel as he walks away.
“Don’t worry baby. I need to get you cleaned up before the others get home, okay? Don’t want you to be a messy baby when they bring home dinner, do we?” Jin talks as he moves into the bathroom, door open so you can see him as he gets a wet washcloth before coming back to you.
The sensation has you trying to move away, too overstimulated but he only tuts at you, moving his hands to grip at your thighs to hold you still as he cleans you up. He makes sure you are all cleaned up before moving to the dresser, pulling out a shirt of his own.
You watch him as he turns back around, looking at the scene next to you. You turn your head to see a starry-eyed Jimin and Yoongi who is massaging Jimin’s back and hips. 
“Jiminie is okay, baby. I promise. He just likes to be held for a while after sex.” Yoongi assures you, seeing the look of concern for Jimin crossing your face. You bring a hand out to push some of the hair away from Jimin’s face, his smile becoming large as you look at him.
“Jiminie okay?” You ask him, speech a little slurred as you try to piece together a sentence.
“Jiminie okay.” He responds, moving forward to place a kiss on your lips.
“Okay babies, why don’t we get you in the bath, get you all nice and clean before Namjoon and Hobi bring back dinner.” Jin stands at the edge of the bed, the hot water running in the tub with a bath bomb on the edge of the tub, ready for his babies to get in.
Without needing an answer, Jin scoops you up in his arms and brings you to the tub, gently lowering you in until you were covered by the warm water. A couple of seconds later Yoongi carries Jimin in, placing him in front of you so you were facing each other. Jimin wears the biggest smile, his eyes closed as he pulls you close, your body now in front of him as he holds your hands in his.
He holds your hands the entire time you are in the bath, helping Jin wash you and he himself ran his fingers through you hair, making sure all the shampoo and conditioner was out of it. They were so gentle with you, so sweet and caring that your eyes were becoming blurry, stray tears falling down your cheeks.
“What’s wrong baby?” Yoongi asks you, his hands cupping your cheeks as you now stood outside the tub, Jin’s hands holding a towel and patting you dry.
“Nothing. I’m just…happy.” You reply, searching for a word that could define your emotions only to come up short. You didn’t think there was even a word that could hold the meaning for everything you felt in that moment.
All three boys just smiled, Jimin even letting out a small laugh at your words, more than content with your happiness. Yoongi himself brought you in, lips on yours as he tried to express his own happiness with his actions.
Yoongi has never been very good with words, always seeming to mess up or not say something when needed. Unless it was written, he always made things worse. Miscommunication led to a lot of fights in their early days, most of the time he would be at fault, and it ate him up inside. But now, he finds it hard once again, but for a different reason this time. Yoongi finds that not even words can express his love for the seven people that inhabit his heart and soul.
Plus, he can’t seem to get enough of your touch, holding you close to him even when you were dressed in another shirt of Seokjin’s, a reluctant set of hands helping pull up a pair of panties covering your core upon your insistence.
After ushering you to the bathroom once again, Yoongi grabbed one of Seokjin’s combs and began to untangle your hair, careful of your ears as he did. This gave you an opportunity to look at yourself. You seemed to almost glow under the bathroom lights, their marks of claim covering your neck and collarbone. You could even see a couple peeking out from under your shirt on your shoulders. The blush that covered your cheeks was not as red and dark as the obvious claims Jin gave you.
“You look beautiful covered in our marks, baby.” You look to your side to see Yoongi’s eyes on you in the mirror, his fingers pushing your hair to the side as he sets his fingers on your neck, softly running his fingers over his own marks. A shaky breath leaves your lips at his touch, causing him to smirk.
“Yes, she does.” You both turn to the side to see Namjoon, his eyes set on your skin.
“I’m not surprised, with the way Jin loves to see us marked up. His possessive nature seems to take over during sex.” Namjoon smirks again, walking up to you. Yoongi steps back, a sending a quick wink your way as he moves out of the bathroom.
You turn away from the mirror, now face to face with Namjoon as he grasps onto your biceps, ribbing the skin that held some light bruises, he guessed from Jin. He held such a soft look as he held you gaze, an unknown glint in his eyes as he lets the roam over your figure.
“I hope they treated you like a queen, my love.” His whispered, his hands now cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to look him in the eye, his form now towering over your own.
You nodded your head, words all but lost from your mind. His presence always made you feel safe, your body relaxing in his hold. You couldn’t help but rest your head on his chest, letting him wrap his arms around you and hold you, your legs wrapping around him as he adjusted your figure in his arms.
“Come, darling. Let’s get you some food in your belly.” Namjoon spoke softly, eyes crinkling as his smile reached his cheeks, dimples out proudly as he held you close.
Namjoon had so many questions for you, wanted to know how your first time was. Needed to know how their touch made you unravel, but he also needed to know you were okay. He can only imagine your first time was a lot, considering the three were intent on working you up. Understanding that you might need time to process, he forced his mind back, letting one of the others speak up. He had already made two wrong decisions in giving you space and didn’t want to make it a third time.
There was a lot that Namjoon was unsure of, and there were things he knew he would never understand. His need for control left him searching for those answers, and unfortunately his observation skills were sometimes lackluster.  He was left wondering more every time he interacted with you, and just needed to come to the conclusion that there were things better left unsaid, better left unknown.
When it came to you, it seemed that he didn’t know how to breathe, your presence always managing to leave him gasping for air. Your touch making him crave more, leaving goosebumps littering his skin.
He only hoped that you felt even a semblance of what he did.
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panjakes · 2 years
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BTS x Black Reader Head cannons 😳✊🏾
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Kim Namjoon
I'm sorry but we know how his cooking skills are so he DEFINITELY loves your cooking skills. He BRAGS to Jin about how good it taste making Jin scold the hell outta him 😭
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Kim Seokjin
He also loves your cooking skills, seeing as he's a master chief himself. He pretends he doesn't and that his cooking is better, he's low-key jealous 😭, but deep down inside he loves it, he ask you for the recipe, or watches when you cook and takes notes on the seasonings, and style of cooking.
"oh, so she uses Creole, and she uses Goya."
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Min yoongi (my brother)
Look idk why I think he likes doing routines with you. From facemasks to humidifiers he likes to pamper THE hell outta the both of you, he also likes using Vaseline on his lips 👄 . He also likes listening to music with you. He doesn't say it but he finds it funny when you say nigga.
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Jung hoseok
He DEFINITELY likes wearing matching outfits and playing in your hair. Even if you tell him not to he's gonna do it because why not, he know you low-key enjoy it. He most likely braided it before, and slayed the hell outta it. He likes bright and vibrant colors on you, he thinks you look sexy.
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Park jimin
He likes family gatherings and watching sports with you
UM HELLO??!?!@)#+ FREE ALCOHOL, he likes dancing and talking to your family. And when it come to football my man's having a BALL. He think that shit funny, watching you yell or celebrate when your favorite team does something, and same for the opposite side. Sneaky motherfucker doesn't makes bets until the games over and claims he was going for the winning team.
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Kim taehyung
He likes shopping with you. Like have you seen his style?? He likes having someone tell him "aw hell nawl put that ugly ass shit back." He buys outfits similar to yours. He tries copying your style and denies it when you ask him.
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Jeon Jungkook
He likes when you share your religion, also idk why but I feel like he would enjoy going to church 😭. Already got good Sunday outfit ready and prepared for the feast later on. Mf prolly be making that face he does when smacking and licking his lips 😭. Family looking at him like 👁️👄👁️ and here go grandma ready to feed him more telling him he need to gain weight.
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9stxrsan · 2 years
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𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚒𝚗—𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢!𝚘𝚌 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚜 𝚖!𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏!𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐,𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐,𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔. 𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜.
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Seokjin unlocked his house door and stepped in.
He’s not usually home this early but he wanted to surprise Dana.
The house was dark, so he assumed his wife was asleep or something.
“Babe! I’m home.” He called out.
No answer.
He walked into their master bedroom to see if she was there, nothing.
He took his jacket and shoes off and placed it in the closet.
Suddenly he seen a light on in their bathroom, and he heard water running.
There you are. He thought to himself walking to the bathroom door.
“Baby I’m home-“ he swung the bathroom door open, and his eyes lit up in shock, “Wow.”
Dana was sitting on the shower floor, with two fingers deep inside of her, moaning uncontrollably, when she realized her husband was standing there, she hopped up and turned the water off, “Baby! Oh gosh, I didn’t know you would be home early.”
He took his glasses off, wiping the fog off of them, “I wanted to surprise you, but it looks like you surprised me.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, well next time knock please.” She laughed nervously.
“Masturbating in the shower. That’s new.” He smiled.
“Yeah well you’re not here, when I need attention so I took matters in my own hands.” She said grabbing her towel wrapping it around her body, looking in the mirror.
“I can see that.” He said walking up behind her, “Well I’m here now love, still need attention?” He whispered in her ear.
“What?” She stuttered, turning around to face him.
“You seem to be so needy, I think I’m willing to give you want you need.” He smirked, rubbing his hands against her damp skin, “I just need a okay from you and I’ll do whatever in my power to please you.”
Dana liked the sound of that, she bit her lip and nodded.
Seokjin smiled,grabbed his wife’s hand and walked her to the bedroom.
He turned the red and blue-ish led lights on and laid his wife on the bed.
Dana was in shock to see Seokjin letting his sexual side out.
“You look confused love,” he said taking his tie off, “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing it’s just…We never done this before” she said adjusting herself on the bed, “You sure you know what you’re doing?”
“You think I lack experience? Is it because of my personality or my glasses?” He chuckled.
“No I just-“
“Don’t let these glasses fool you baby.” He smirked, throwing the glasses on the floor along with his tie.
He started to unbutton his shirt, making direct eye contact with his lover.
Once all of the buttons were unbuttoned, he kneeled down and pulled Dana to him by her thighs.
Kissing her inner thigh, Dana bit her lip and let out a small moan.
“You’re so fucking beautiful darling.” He smiled looking up at her, “you’d probably look even better with me inside you.”
Dana’s eyes widened, She never heard Seokjin talk like that.
“You ready love?” He said unbuckling his belt, standing up, touching her lips, looking down at the female.
Dana nodded.
He smiled, and slid his pants off, sitting beside the woman, signaling her to sit on his lap.
Dana obeyed, she sat on his lap, covering his clothed bulge.
Seokjin put his hands on her thighs and kissed her passionately.
Dana followed his lead, she started grinding up against his bulge, as he kissed her neck, leaving little purple and red spots on her neck.
“Baby.” He chuckled.
“Hm?” Dana said still focused.
“I don’t know if you realized,” he laughed, “but your literally dripping over my boxers.”
Dana looked down and let out a slight snicker, “lets take them off then.”
Seokjin smirked, “Whatever you say love.” He removed his hand off her thighs to slide his boxers off.
“Uh-uh baby…I got it.” She smiled.
Seokjin smirked and leaned back to allowing his wife to remove his boxers.
Once she took the boxers off, his cock sprung out, exposing his huge boner.
Dana’s eyes widened.
“You didn’t think I would get hard and you’re looking like this?” He chuckled.
She laughed with him, started stroking his memeber looking at her husband dead in the eyes.
Seokjin slightly threw his head back, letting slight moan, “Teasing will get you no where with me darling.“
“Really?“ she chuckled, “What if I do this,“ she kneeled down and licked the tip of his member.
“Shit..“ Seokjin moaned.
Dana took it upon herself to wrap her whole mouth around his length, listening to her husband loose control.
Bobbing her head, with the help of Jin’s hand wrapped in her curls.
“Yes baby..“ he whimpered, “Just like that.“
She started bobbing her head faster and she felt Jin’s legs hitch together a bit. She knew he was about to reach his breaking point.
She got up and started stroking him again, smiling as she seen that SeokJin was loosing his shit.
“Baby...I’m close..“ he groaned.
Dana heard, but she pretended that she didn’t, she stroked his member harder, and faster.
“Oh fuck I’m cumming!“ Seokjin whimpered, as he shot his white ropes all over Danas breast.
Panting heavily, Seokjin moved his damp hair out of his face, standing up looking at Dana with his hand on her neck, “Okay, My turn.“
Dana watched as he laid her back, kissing her stomach up to her neck.
Placing his hand back on her neck, and letting the other slid down between her legs.
Dana tried to follow his hand, but he lifted her face back up, “No baby. Keep you’re eyes on me.“ He inserted two of his fingers inside of her, watching Dana try to keep it together.
“Seokjin...“ She moaned, “Don’t stop..“
Seokjin smirked, “I wont baby.“ He started moving his fingers in and out of her, hitting her walls every times.
Dana started faintly moaning Seokjins name, turning Seokjin on even more.
“Moan louder darling.“ He said getting on his knees, kissing her inner thighs while still fingering her, “I wanna hear you.“
“Fuck Jin!“ She whimpered.
He started licking her clit, passionately. Dana’s eyes started rolling to the back of her head, trying to close her legs.
“Dont resist love, this is what you wanted“ he said speeding his past up.
After a while he got back up and spit in his hand to lubricste his cock, “This is the fun part.“
He started teasing Dana, by slightly sliding his cock into he cunt.
“Dont tease..“ she grunted.
“Alright then.“ he said sliding his full length into her, to which she jolted up trying to adjust to it.
“Oh god!“ she whimpered.
Seokjin grunted, “You feel so good.“
Dana couldn’t even let out a sentence, she could have sworn she felt his cock in her stomach.
Seokjin was loving every moment of this, he pumped into her not even considering that he was going a little faster than Dana expected, “Fuck you’re so good baby...“
Seokjins whimpers echoed through Dana’s ears.
“Seokjin.... I’m gonna..“
“I know baby.“ he said slamming into her, “Just a bit longer...“
Dana started digging her nails into his skin, leaving slight bruises, mumbling to Seokjin, “Use me...“
Seokjin pumped into her faster, obeying Danas request.
“I’m cumming again!“ She moaned, with her whole body quivering.
“Oh fuck me!“ Seokjin said pumping into her faster, then painting her walls white.
He laid beside Dana, looking her in the eyes, laughing.
“what’s so funny?“ she snickered.
“Well, You just got out the shower, now you have to take another one.” He smiled, touching her damp curls.
“It’s okay well take one together.“ she placed her hand on his chest.
“Ou, shower sex. That sounds fun.“ he giggled.
She gigglers back.
“I fucking love you so much.“ he said kissing her forehead.
“I love you more.“ she said sitting up,“now come on, let’s get cleaned up.
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7ndipity · 5 months
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“Made For Me”
Yoongi x Plus Size Reader
Summary: Yoongi comes home super needy, that’s it. It’s just pwp.
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, oral(fem receiving), unprotected sex(pls don’t do that), hair pulling, mentions of color system, swearing, not proofread
A/N: No thoughts, head empty, just horny, needy Yoongi. You’re welcome.(this was also partially requested, so thank you to the lovely anon who motivated me to finish this!)
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You were stood at the kitchen sink, washing a few stray dishes, when you heard the front door open and close.
“Y/n?” Yoongi called.
“In here.” You called over your shoulder.
No more than a few seconds later, a pair of strong arms slinked around your waist, a grin spread across your face as you felt him let out a contented sigh as he pressed himself to your back.
“Hi.” Yoongi said lowly in your ear.
“Hey.” You chuckled, leaning back into his embrace slightly. “How was your day?”
“Long.” He replied, brushing your hair aside so he could press a kiss to the side of your neck. “Kept thinking ‘bout you.”
“Really? What about?”
“How much I missed you, how much I love you, how good you felt last night.” His voice dropped as he spoke, a shiver running up your spine as he trailed his fingers across your stomach.
You turned your head to meet his hooded stare, allowing him to draw your lips into a slow, languid kiss, his tongue immediately probing into your mouth and earning a weak noise from you, spurring the growing warmth in your belly.
Slowly, he pulled away, looking up at you with dark eyes.
"C'mon." He whispered, taking your hand.
"Where are we going?" You asked in an equally soft tone, feigning ignorance.
"You know damn well." He said, making you giggle at his impatience. It wasn’t a side of him you got to see often.
He was forward when it came to initiating sex, yes, but he would usually take more time to wind you up, taking a great deal of pleasure from teasing you til you were as desperate as he was. Granted, it never took much to get you there, but still.
Leading you into the bedroom, he released his hold on your hand just long enough to pull the curtains, darkening the room just enough and giving that extra feeling of security that he knew you preferred.
“Now, where were we?” He asked, coming back to where you waited at the foot of the bed, watching him carefully. Once he was close enough, you pulled him in for another deep kiss, earning a pleased sound from him as you let your hands wander as his did, removing layers of clothing and caressing the newly revealed expanses of your bodies.
"So fucking soft." His lips dragged along your skin as he spoke, gripping onto the fullness of your sides as he kissed along the line of your shoulder, drifting down towards your chest.
"Yoongi." You breathed, not trusting your voice as he pushed you to lie back on the bed, now only in your bra and panties, catching you off guard as he knelt between your legs, rather than looming over you as he tended to do when he was in these moods.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want.” He soothed, his breath ghosting over your skin, making you shiver and clench around nothing.
“But first, I want you to suffocate me with these fucking thighs.” He growled, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively in his rough hands.
He leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to your heat before licking a stripe over your underwear, making your breath catch in your throat.
“Can never get enough of this pussy.” He murmured, hooking his fingers into material to pull them down, letting out a shaky breath as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him.
“Already so wet, and I’ve barely done anything. Are you really always this needy for me?”
“Yes.” You admitted, not caring that he was trying to tease you, you just wanted him to do something, anything. “Yoongi, please.”
“Hmm, since you said please.” He leaned in again, licking another stripe through your folds, humming at the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He teased your clit lightly, kissing and licking the sensitive bud gently before sealing his lips around it and sucking harshly, causing your hips to buck up into his face.
“Fuck!” You squirmed as he continued his ministrations, but he held you in place, hooking his arms around your legs to keep you from moving around too much.
He repeated the pattern of teasing licks and suction a few more times before slipping a finger in, making you whine slightly, needing more, but knowing if you were too impatient, he would give you nothing.
Luckily, he could read your body like a book, adding a second finger as he pumped into your squelching heat, curling them upwards slightly to find the spot that made your head fall back as you let out another choked whine.
“I’m-, fuck, I’m close.” You said, hands coming down to tug at his hair.
He hummed against you, the reverberations sending you toppling over the edge, moaning his name and rutting against his face as you came.
He worked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, only stopping when he felt you twitch from sensitivity, pulling away to smirk at you, wiping the sheen of your arousal from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before coming up to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“Turn over.” He ordered as you parted, his voice still soft despite the lustful rasp in it.
With shaky limbs, you rolled over onto all fours, letting him manhandle you slightly as he moved you into the position he wanted.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He growled, leaning over you, kneading your ass as he ground his hips against yours teasingly, letting you feel his hard length rub along your wet folds, collecting some of your wetness, before suddenly pressing against your entrance and slipping in, not stopping until he was fully sheathed in your twitching heat.
You moaned in unison at the stretch before he quickly began to set the pace, building up a tempo that had your tummy tightening again already. Your limbs began to shake, arms quickly giving out and letting you fall forward with your face in the pillows, muffling your increasing whines.
Letting out a low growl, Yoongi caught hold of your hair, tugging you back up so that your back was pressed to his front as he continued to pound into you.
“Fuck, this fucking pussy feels so good.” He grunted, snapping his hips into yours at a near animalistic pace. “Was fucking made for me, wasn’t it?
“Yoongi.” You whined as you clutched at him for stability, tears slipping down your face.
“Color?” He asked, slowing slightly as he noticed your tears.
“Green, so fucking green.” You panted. “Please, don’t stop.”
He grinned before picking up his pace again, slamming into you harder and making you cry out.
“God, you’re so perfect, can’t believe you’re mine.” He groaned, thrusts growing more frantic and sporadic as he neared his high.
“Y-yoongi.” You whimpered his name again.
“What is it Doll, hmm?” He asked, feeling you clenching around him. “You need to cum again?”
“Yes!” You gasped. “Please, Yoongi, please!” You were babbling, and Yoongi could tell you were close to your breaking point.
Slipping a hand around your front, he found your clit and rubbed it furiously, making you quake beneath him as you came, squeezing him so tight he could barely move.
“Fuck, Doll!” Pulling out, he quickly jerked himself a few more times before cumming across your back, painting your skin with splashes of white.
Fatigue setting in quickly, you more or less collapsed on the bed, drifting in and out for a minute, slowly focusing back in as you felt a calloused hand gently brushing the hair out of your face, stroking your cheek tenderly.
“There you are.” Yoongi said, a soft smile teasing at the corners of his lips as your eyes focused on him lying next to you, a blanket now covering the both of you.
“You checked out on me for a minute there.” He said gently. “You okay? How do you feel?”
“Good, tired.” You said, giving him a sleepy grin. “How ‘bout you?”
“Better now.” He said, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Can I get you anything?”
You shook your head. “Just hold me?”
“Done.” He said, scooching closer and wrapping his arms around you.
“Thank you.” You said, snuggling against him.
“Thank you.” He replied.
“For what?”
“Everything.” He said. “For loving me, for letting me love you.”
Gosh, you really do turn into the biggest softie after sex, don’t you?” You giggled.
“Agh, nevermind, just go to sleep.” He grumbled, resting his head on yours.
“Yoongi?” You said.
“What?”
“I love you too.”
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jinkookspencil · 1 year
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curious boy | jjk
in which jungkook is fascinated by his girlfriend's body...
description/tw/tags: ~1.2k words / jungkook x chubby (f) reader / one-shot drabble / fluff / established relationship but it’s early on in the relationship / brief mentions of past insecurities but i wouldn’t say y/n is insecure during this / mentions of stretch marks & a squishy tummy - all of those things are absolutely beautiful <3 / clean except for one kiss, mentions of "more" happening, but really they’re just lying in bed together / this is for my fellow curvy/chubby/plus girlies, always here for you beautiful ones and i hope you like this / feedback is always welcome and it's appreciated!
“Squish!”
The word escapes Jungkook as a squeal. A giddy, excited, thoroughly amused one, complete with a wide smile on his face, inches away from your abdomen. You’d grown used to Jungkook squeezing, slapping, grabbing your body real quick - you had no choice, really. Neither of you could keep your hands off each other, and while you loved tousling his hair and grazing his muscles and abs, he squeezed…. everything. Your ass and tits were expected to say the least, Jungkook’s favorite playthings and stress toys - grabbing them whenever and wherever - but the tummy squishes were new and still something you had to get used to. Sure, your tummy was round, plump, and thus definitely squeezable… but no one had ever really squished it before either… Not even you…
But there he was, squeezing away in complete joy… It was hard to say you didn’t feel the same happiness right then and there. In the dark room, illuminated only by the red light setting on Jungkook’s galaxy light projector… you could almost make out his lips pursing. The curly strands over his eyes prevented you from knowing if it was the same look he had on his face when he wanted to kiss you - you could almost make out his furrowed brows - but the head tilt he does immediately afterward gives it away. Wanting to feel his lips on you, you reach out your hand towards him, hoping he’d take it or let you push his head down, but instead all you feel is the breath of the words that leave his mouth.
“What are these?”
Sitting up, you finally realize what Jungkook had been looking at so intently. Your stretch marks.
“Nothing," you almost spit out immediately, not knowing why you reverted to that answer. A reflex, most likely…
Of course, Jungkook, being Jungkook, innocently took your mindless, relaxed state as an invitation to roll over and cuddle up against you… But what he didn’t know what that you… lying there, in your bed, with your hands in your hair and your full body and tummy exposed in the dimly lit room, your boyfriend centimeters away from it….
It was all new. It was the same old bed you hid in with your ‘extra measures’ and safety nets to hide your body…. The forced habit of latching onto blankets. Lingerie that “flattered” and thus hid. Lies about liking to sleep fully clothed and in total pitch-black darkness… Even a boyfriend that wanted to be that cuddly was new…
But… you remembered.
That all those ‘habits’ were… entirely forgotten.
That your body was simply a body.
That your boyfriend loved to touch. And kiss.
That he was a curious boy. A caring, non-judgemental boy who made you feel loved in the most obvious, loudest ways with bold declarations and in the most intimate, delicate moments. Whether he was tickling and teasing you in public, delicately grazing your arms in the middle of the night when he thought you were asleep, or insisting on taking your photos, even swatting your arms away whenever you tried to cover your body as a reflex… He made you feel loved and safe before you’d even uttered the defining words to each other. What reason was there to hide or lie, especially when it came to the love of your life?
“They’re not nothing. I don’t have them,” Jungkook says as he sits up, resting on his forearms now, inspecting your marks more closely.
Something in his clueless words and innocence stung just a tiny bit. He’s never even been with someone with stretch marks before. Even so, looking at him now, still a breath away from your skin…. you felt no fear.
“Are they scars?” he asks with wide, concerned eyes while you process his wonder and the intense curiosity that made you fall in love with him.
“They’re stretch marks, Jungkook…. They appear when the skin… stretches,” you explain.
“My skin stretched too…. over the years.... Why didn’t I get any?” he… pouts.
“Jungkook…. they appeared because of the... fat. Not exactly your muscles and that type of weight gain.”
He nods slowly in realization before looking at you with raised eyebrows and his fingers hovering above the long marks, asking to touch them…. With a deep breath, you nod, and Jungkook begins to trace.
“Do they hurt?” he asks quietly. The breath of his words against your skin tingles.
“No,” you answer with a giggle, calming Jungkook’s own nerves.
“Oh,” he nods before stretching across your abdomen to turn on the reading light and see them more clearly. A smile appears on his face.
“Shiny.”
“I guess,” you say, looking away from your boyfriend’s hands on your tummy and towards his face. You’d never seen him so fascinated.
“They’re kind of like tattoos, huh? Just some your body made on its own. Which is really cool. I think that’s my favorite thing about them. They tell a story, too. And they shine? Tattoos don’t...” A quick pout reappears on his face, but a moment later, Jungkook’s eyes smile before his lips do.
“Pretty.”
“Pretty?” You can’t help but scoff, still staring at him while he continued to marvel at your body, only now realizing that you had some on your hips as well.
“Mhm,” he nods. “You don’t think so?”
“I accept them but…. You might’ve convinced me that they’re cool. It’ll take me a while to think they’re actually pretty, though.”
“Nah, don’t just accept them. They’re pretty. They’re cool. Just like you. Just like my girl.”
At that, Jungkook finally looks up at you, an adorable smile on his face. He crouches down, seemingly to rest his head on your soft belly, but before you’d let him do that, you can’t help but sit up and pull him closer by the nape of his neck, kissing his soft lips and smiling against them.
It doesn’t feel like a weight off your chest - Jungkook and his acceptance - no… no, it wasn’t even acceptance. All of it… It really was…
“I love you,” you instantly whisper, breaking away ever so slightly, with your nose brushing against his.
Something between a sigh and a giggle escapes the both of you, but Jungkook stops you short with a kiss so long and electrifying you almost forgot he hadn’t said the words back until he stops to do so.
“I love you… so much.”
With another kiss, he bends down to rest his head on your pillowy stomach, and against it, you could feel his smile, the cold touch of his lip ring, the slow beating of his heart, and the weight of his body on yours.
Tracing the mark closest to him, you hear mumbles of “pretty,” “jealous,” and “very cool” before the words turn intelligible sounds and soon enough into snores, and your boy falls into what you're sure would be a quick nap before he asked you to take off your bra and go for another ‘round’ as he calls it... if you didn't fall asleep first. Either way, you knew he'd wake you up in the morning with breakfast, coffee, and kisses, as he always did. The day would end with another cuddle session, perhaps more, and you'd happily spend the rest of your days this way... Except with a few more crop tops and bralettes in your wardrobe... Since both of you liked seeing you shine. ☀
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candywife333 · 5 months
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Wife Is Life
PART 3 of Fish-wife or No wife
Summary: Did Jungkook have a wife? The rumor mill had been churning for years, divided on this one topic. He was a successful worldwide pop star who was always seen with a different lady on his arm, as he flitted from country to country enjoying his prolific career. The reason for the lingering suspicion was a cryptic social media post showing a picture of 2 kids who shared the same exact eyes and smile as him. So in fact, if he truly did have a wife, who was she? And why had the public never seen her? Perhaps she didn't wish to be seen.
Description : famous pop-star/idol jungkook x chubby y/n , might be two-shot or trilogy
Disclaimer: The character of Jungkook shown in this fanfic does not accurately represent Jungkook's true personality or actions. Please treat this story as fiction.
Sorry for the little to no proofreading, have a lot more works lined up to post
Will have more drabbles of this couple lined up though this is the last official part.
It was 7 PM when I was startled awake by loud snoring. Damn, the man snored like a hibernating bear. I can't believe I let him touch my body. I should not have done that. Mentally reprimanding myself for poor decision making (though I truly did have little decision in the matter), I pried myself from his hold and went to take a quick shower. After a refreshing shower consisting of washing out all the cum he had pumped into me, I walked to the kitchen to see Mrs. Jeon reading a book on the couch.
"Hello auntie, how is your book so far?", I timidly asked. She smiled real wide as she saw me, pulling my hand to sit next to her, "Going well dear. Have been wanting to read it for ages but never got around to it till now". I nodded with a small smile on my face. "Auntie, I will be going out to briefly check up on the house in this neighborhood. It is just a quick 5 minute walk. Can you just take care of the kids in case they get up in between"?
Mrs. Jeon quirked her eyebrow slightly up, quietly whispering," Do you not trust them with Jungkook?" I smiled at her in a perfunctory manner, feeling a little soulless, "I honestly am not sure. He seems to only be interested in them for the time being. I don't think I can count on him to be a true father since he has not shown up for either of them consistently. I will be getting everything ready to shift into the linden house tomorrow morning". I sighed, feeling weary all of a sudden staring into Mrs. Jeon's eyes with resignation and acceptance, "I knew this marriage was a farce from the very beginning, so I never expected anything from him. I just hoped that he would visit the kids regularly. That was honestly it. You see Mrs. Jeon, ours is not a typical marriage. We just fulfilled each of our needs at the time. He found me, to take care of Iro. And I took his help to gain financial stability and have children that I could call my own".
She pensively stared back at me, with a sadness reflected in her eyes, face frowning slightly. I smiled in a reassuring manner and pivoted to grab my phone and wallet, walking out of the house to briefly check up on how ready it was. After seeing the house in perfect condition since my brief visit last month, I did some cursory cleaning so the kids and I wouldn't suffer allergies. It was a two story house with 5 massive bedrooms, a gym room, cute well equipped kitchen, and beautiful views of trees through all the windows. Imagine a house that looked like a winter wonderland, waiting for Christmas to blanket it; enveloped by berry, maple, and fir trees.
Walking back into the Jeon's house, Mr. Jeon opened the door for me with a soft smile. And to my distinct surprise, I saw Jungkook feeding or shall I say, attempting to feed Mari and Iro some pumpkin pudding that Mrs. Jeon had made. I walked in silently, and patted him on the shoulder , "Thanks for helping feed them. Both of them sleep early, so it is truly perfect that you are feeding them right now". He stared at me as if he were deciphering the contents of my soul, even as Mari jabbed her tiny finger (honestly resembling a claw at this point) into his sturdy chest. "Of course Y/N, it really is no big deal". I ate a light dinner , a bowl of lamb and potato stew with udon noodles.
Grabbing the kids from my Jungkook, I walked back to the bedroom. The kids easily fell asleep as they usually tend to once they are fed. Brushing and getting ready for bed in some shorts and a tank top, I slipped beneath the covers ready to doze off. Before I knew it , I had drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to Jungkook's heavily muscled arm wrapped around my waist, and his legs trapped between mine. His head was laid up on my left breast and I could feel his breathing on my nipple. Arousal was starting to pool in my underwear and my left nipple stiffened with the warm air of his breath flooding it. To make matters worse, his groin was rubbing against my wet core. I gasped as the small pleasure started to build in my core.
I had to get out of his grasp no matter what. I carefully detached myself from him. He had the notion that he could seamlessly slip into my life when our arrangement never included physical love. Even if he became a proper dad to the kids, I was not letting him fuck with me. The man showed how irresponsible and inconsistent he was. Actions speak louder than words. I quickly wrapped my hair into a bun, brushed, splashed my face with water, and changed into a blue cotton sundress.
I hadn't unpacked much at all, so I shoved whatever was out back into the two suitcases I had brought. Grabbing Mari as she slept, I gently woke up Iro and cleaned his face. Thank god Iro was a quiet child. We slipped out the bedroom with the suitcases and saw Mr. and Mrs. Jeon making breakfast.
I grinned, "Good morning auntie and uncle, just going to shift over to the linden house. I will feed the kids breakfast and we will go over there. You guys should come over for lunch, I will have a whole gourmet selection ready for you ". They laughed at my demand. After getting Iro to eat something and shoveling down some oatmeal myself, I packed some food for Mari and drove over to the linden house with the luggage.
Mari got up in between and I bathed both the kids as soon as we walked in. I let out a huge breath in relief, finally I would have my own breathing space. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon were lovely, but I did not want to constantly be around Jungkook. He had taken yesterday's advances, as a way to weasel into my bed. I started working on making shrimp stew, rice, fried omelettes, tonkatsu and some curry.
I was used to cooking since I was 16. It was a therapeutic activity for me. Finishing in a record time of 2.5 hrs, I took a quick shower myself and called Mrs. Jeon over. I didn't know that a hectic hodgepodge of erratic events were happening in the Jeon house in between.
Mrs. Jeon wacked Jungkook with a broom handle, "Get UP YOU LAZY BOY!!!!! GET UP!!! GET UP!!! Go get yourself cleaned up and read for lunch. You have a wife and kids to get back". She sneered , menacingly at him as slowly got up in a confused state, doe eyes wide open, puzzled by what his mother meant. "What do you mean mom? Aren't Y/N and the kids at home. Where would they have gone?"
Mrs. Jeon shook her head in disappointment, a frown on her face, lips pinched in irritation, "Your Y/N is a very independent, reliable girl. She bought the linden house before coming here and she moved into it with the kids this morning itself. She invited your father and I over for lunch. Clearly she wants to keep family bonds, but you are a miserable father and husband. If you didn't want to be a good husband, you could've at least been a good father. But no, you chose to fail on both counts". Ceaselessly shaking her head, she walked away before yelling, "YOU BETTER GET YOUR RANK ASS SHOWERED AND READY FOR LUNCH. SHE DIDN'T INVITE YOU FYI, BUT YOU ARE GOING ANYWAY, WE ARE NOT MAKING LUNCH AT HOME"!
With those biting remarks, Mrs. Jeon left Jungkook alone with his dismal thoughts. His wife had clearly not accepted him back, even as a father to the kids. He scoffed , of course she wouldn't. He had been such a horrible dad, not seeing his kids as they were growing up. Even when he was told that Mari was born by her sister Wei, he wasn't bothered at the time. He almost wanted to sit there crying the rest of the day, remembering her cute toothless little chubby face.
He showered rapidly, running to the door as his parents planned on walking over with a basket of red bean filled pastries. Y/N opened the door in a light pastel yellow dress littered with a pattern of violets, and simple diamond studs. She was classic, a beauty , and she was the moment. Her curled hair cascaded down her backless sundress. Jungkook swore his mother slightly gasped when she first saw Y/N. As soon as Y/N saw Jungkook, her beaming smile faded into an indifferent nod. He hated that he had made her that way.
She pushed his parents toward the massive oak table with a beautiful view of the garden. The entire house was filled with paintings of forests and gardens, with a small collection of creepers winding around the staircase leading up stairs. The views were also ridiculously impressive, with trees looking close to a hundred years old shading the entire house, yet still allowing sunlight in. Jungkook could tell this property was super expensive, more so than the one he had bought just from the interiors and the 3 acre garden encompassing the entire circumference of the house.
Y/N had made bank, and she might not need him anymore. He started perspiring , beads of sweat lining his forehead as he frantically thought of how easy it would be for her to delete him from her life. She was emotionally stable, mentally strong, had his parents on her side, and financially rock solid. She could easily marry a more reliable, doting husband and leave him out of the picture.
Not able to control his panic, Jungkook was barely able to eat a spoon of the stew before he excused himself with a trembling voice, "I need to use the bathroom, one minute". He booked it to the bathroom, not even able to take his eyes from the ostentatiously furnished restroom complete with a settee and potpourri. Since when were bathrooms so big that they contained sofas and potpourri?!!
Y/N was confused at his abrupt exit from the dining table. It had been five minutes since Jungkook had stumbled away in a hurry. Y/N decided she would check on him in case he needed anything. "Give me one minute auntie and uncle, let me just check on Jungkook". They nodded , consumed in eating their food and feeding the kids. Y/N walked over to the bathroom and rapped on the door, "You ok there Jungkook? Need any help finding toiletries"?
Before she could take in another breath, the door opened with a frantic Jungkook who was shirtless, pants loose. An extremely defined arm grabbed her around her waist and whisked her inside the bathroom before she could even yell. Hitting on his tan glistening chest, Y/N sharply demanded "What the hell are you doing? Let me go. What is your damn problem? Did nobody teach you manners growing up?"
Jungkook grimaced, seating Y/N on his lap, her dress shoved up all the way to her waist, chest heaving, hair in disarray, " No Y/N nobody did. That is why I cannot resist you and am driven to utter distraction by you. Ever since I saw you at the door with Mari in your arms, I have been spellbound by you. You are an enchanting, gorgeous woman and I should've seen that earlier. I used to hate on you and shame you for your body to my Hyungs. But the minute I felt you in my arms, and saw you with my babies, I wanted to kill myself for my senseless and false words".
Even as I continued beating on his chest to release me, angered by him body shaming me in the past, he fixed me to his lap, restraining my arms making me grind on his lap, his hips guiding me into a blinding rhythm. I bit out with sheer venom, "Then why don't you divorce me and marry a model instead? I don't need your money anymore, and we can share custody of the kids. If seeing my body disgusts you, there is no point continuing this". Hearing those words broke Jungkook, how could he leave this beautiful caring woman alone for some vapid shallow model? Was she so stupid that she couldn't understand how much she meant to him?
Clearly he had never verbalized enough how much she drove him nuts. When Jungkook was in a depression after breaking up with the Spanish model and having Iro at his doorstep, Y/N had swooped in to the save day. Seeing her treat Iro as if he were her own son for two years had made him love Y/n so much. He had just never wanted to get close to her and get hurt. He knew in his soul that if anyone would break him, it would be Y/N. When he married Y/N, he never even touched a woman after that. He would have escorts who he would take to galas and work parties, the tabloids going nuts at his hired companions.
Finally having Y/N in his arms, he couldn't hold back anymore. Tears streaming down his face, he undid Y/N's dress zipper throwing it over her head. Y/N couldn't even fight back against his skilled quick movements. Making too much noise would alert his parents and her kids. He desperately shoved his face wet with tears between her breasts. His calloused hands squeezed the perfect globes of her butt, getting her to slowly grind on his cock.
Y/N couldn't hold back as the sensations overtook her. She moaned quietly as she could feel Jungkook kneading at her waist as his tongue traced her collarbones, littering tiny bits all over them. Y/N attempted refusing, putting hands on his shoulders to push him away, "No Jungkook we can't do this. I don't know how many women you have been with". Jungkook warbled back , "No Y/N, you are the only one since I have married you. I tried avoiding you, but seeing the kids and you have made that impossible. I was a horrible father and husband but I will make it up to you and the kids no matter what".
Not able to control himself, Jungkook came in his pants with Y/N heavily panting on top of his lap ,completely naked. He stared at his wife, amazed at her beauty. He would never leave her or the kids again. Y/N retorted back with a quirk of her lips, eyes shining with promise and mischief, "So is that it? That was all you had for me after so many years"?
Jungkook growled back , black eyes shining into hers, mouth smirking, grabbing her hair in his hand to bring her face closer to his, "Of course not my darling", kissing her in the mouth thrusting his tongue into hers, "This is just the beginning".
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dootiexcupcake · 2 years
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BTS m.list
A = angst | S = suggestive | F = fluff | H = horror | D = dark | P = potential trigger warning | TW = triggering content | R = romance | PL = platonic | AU = alternate universe | SM = social media au | M = mini series | O = random | C = collab | Q = request
Request are: open
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OT7
Jin
Min Yoongi
Hoseok
Namjoon
Jimin
Taehyung
Sibling!Taehyung comforting sister!y/n crying hearing their parents argue A, Q, TW [toxic family, abuse mention]
Jungkook
Jungkook Helping His Girl Best Friend With an ED (request) A, F , Q, PL, TW [reader has an ED, mentions of anxiety, body image issues, negative self talk]
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