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000jeon · 3 months

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Focused on her

mature: graphic detail.

synopsis: He had always been a master of concentration, but the sight of you in that black, figure-hugging dress was enough to shatter his focus. The way the fabric clung to every curve of your body, accentuating your shape, was simply irresistible. It was as if the dress had been tailor-made for you, and him alone. Every inch of his being was drawn to you, he found himself struggling to keep his eyes off you and had to his frustration out in other than boxing gloves. So about a leftover spiked condom in his leather wallet he had left from previous nights?

aged jungkook au! complicated friendship au! Roommates!

contains: oral, smut, dirty talk, tattooed JK, pierced JK, not as much plot but plot, dub-con, Dom jungkook, sub reader, ball sucker, coy reader, slight pinning, wall, floor, verbal jk, the reader isn't as verbal, jk focused, jk is very imaginative, in love jk, cursing, daydreamermer, face sitting (m), the reader isn't on bc, mentions of pregnancy, crempie, cumshot, blowjob, rounds, he is big, w.a.p.

Sweat glistened down his towel-wrapped forehead and rolled down his chin and neck as if melting underneath the warmth of the sun. His stamina and determination kept him going for hours at a time, taking a break every second to see what you were up to In the living room as he practiced alone. Typically he'd go down to a trainer or have him over, but due to severe rain pour and storm, it was best to cancel and take precautions for both parties.

You on the other hand took the opportunity to go through your clothes and see what could be donated. He never minded you stripping naked in front of him, allowing him to view you in such a relaxed state and you never hesitated to ask why. Was it because like his friends he was a pervert or because it was just a woman's body and he shouldn't huff and puff like a dog wanting a chew toy? You never knew and you never gave it a second thought.

With a loud smack coming from an undercut against the 6'0ft punching bag, he whipped his chin using his tattooed sleeve arm and continued working on his strength. Continuing he took his gloves off with his teeth and placed them besides his hip, giving himself a break to drink some water and sit on the little black padded gym bench he bought recently. With your back towards him, he took the opportunity to check your ass in your panties out and smirk to himself while he quietly took a small spit to drink.

Curious about why you were slowly bending down to pull something up he soon realized the dress had small chains of gold around the midsection of the dress and he practically held in a laugh at how you thought aloud of how delicate the seems were. Within another sip the dress was under your breast and almost completely on besides the spaghetti straps that looked like they needed to be clasped by another.

In amazement, his eyes raised and mouth slowly hung as he watched in awe of your beauty and amazing figure. Was it the ideal body you'd see marketed no, but the way your body hugged and tugged at the dress made him rethink his life choices of women in an instant. Once again shaken to his core, he stood up and walked over to help you clasp the back of the dress, his height leaning over your smaller frame and taking a peek at your breast naturally sitting comfortably in the dress.

With a wrap around your waist, he turned you, softy. With fear your eyes expanded wide like dear in headlights afraid he'd stupidly break it, but instead gave you more breathable room and adjusted the dress with a smile he wasn't aware he wasn't hiding from you.

"mmm, you think I could take you somewhere nice in this. It's a shame you've never worn it until now," he mentions, backing up to get a better view of the dress. Looking up at him you could see his gaze dancing to the slight sparkles that shined ever so softly in the living room light.

With a faded smile you look down and sigh saying "I've never felt confident with anyone enough to really show it off, so I hid it until now I suppose." Ignoring his offer due to the last bit of his speech, he walked up and lifited your head a bit with a sweaty finger.

"let me be the confidence you need, I'd train harder to protect something as bright as that smile when you turned around in that dress" he mentions, his heart fluttering more than yours at a soft compliment. Taking a moment he realized what he had uttered and pretended to cough to the side in his arm.

Flustered he tried speaking and only studdered words came out and was embarrassed. Taking a breath in, he smiled and gain a slight composure to excuse himself to what he believed was a full sentence.

"I'm going to uh, yeah. I'll -" he stopped himself, walking off itching his hair as he walked back to the puffy cool new gym bench. Flustered himself, that giggle you let out killed him and he knew it was about to haunt him for days of how he messed up a cool moment like that.

Undoing the towel wrapped around his head, he sighed and smelled it. It wasn't very noticeable but it was time to wash his hair. Which to him was a blessing sent from above or love itself, a moment he could hopefully steam out his head as he washed his worked-out bodys trophie of sweat and pride out his pores or so he thought.

He thought the cold water would stop the thoughts of taking you out as friends to a dinner, to show off your curves. As friends to a fancy 5 star restaurant in Seoul, he'd have to book now to see you in that dress again. But the one thing that made the water run warm was the thought of watching the dress fall down your body like a melted white chocolate fountain. A fountain he'd pour over you if you gave him one day, a night, and even the chance. Something his mind was begging for at this point.

Turning the water to warm, he gently hit his head against the wall in frustration and desperation at that point in time. He wanted to last one more hour to make it four with boxing, but damn if he did it's be obvious on how he felt about the dress on your body and there would be no way of getting out of being teased for months on bodily functions.

Couldn't help he liked what he saw, it pumped more thrill in his body to watch you turn your back away from him then to finally land that harsh punch he's been aiming for all day. And that was bad, very bad. He could trip over thoughts as he was over you. Was he in love or just desperate or maybe both? Not a teenager anymore, but grown enough to acknowledge that his heart dipped lower than his chest and throbs at the sight of you at times. Something he kept secret and hideen if possible, very hidden..

With a last scrub and the daily shower confession, he assumed he was clean of rightfully lustful thoughts until he walked out in a towel to his imagination of the black dress falling at easy down your body. He gulped and quietly made it to his room in search of clothes and franticly looked for clothes to go out in.

"gah, fuck this" he cursed aloud, pulling his shirt down as looked for clothes and ways to get that image out his head. Infact he needed to get out of his head, out of his apartment as he searched for boxers and his pants, and his wallet in a hurry.

"why me?" He whined to himself silently as he fell dramatically on the bed in a pain only you could fix. Reaching for his wallet in defeat he felt a circle like dent and remembered he kept a condom in there incase the day you wanted to get spicy with him out side of his head he'd be ready. Was he ready if that ever happened. Sighing he took the condom off and placed iton his bed side counter.

"it's pouring outside, wet. Wet like- ugh" he slapped himself slightly on the forehead. "What am I doing wrong with my life" he groaned sitting up and gaining the mental strength to go back out to see you. Which he did, to only find you ordering a pizza online without him.

"Ya" he yelled loudly scaring you as you jolted towards him on the bar stool to face him.

"Without me you jerk. First, you surprised me with the dress and now you're ordering without me, is this how I'm being kicked-"

"No you're not being kicked out, you purchased the place, and two, I just got the website. It's late, cold and I'm sure they will happily deliver here. So here, look and order with me. We get wings half off today." you mentioned getting up In your set pajamas and shoving your iMac laptop in his face.

Grabbing it with thanks he ordered his half added more items and placed his credit card in the order so you wouldn't have to pay before handing it back.

"Thank you jungkookie oppa!" you teased seeing the uncomfortable scrunched face he let as he regretted coming out here. Laughing, you ordered some drinks from another website to come and eveuting wa settled to come withing 45mins to an hour, which could increase due to the storms harshness.

"Is this where we play games and head back to" he jokingly questioned pausing as you got on your knees in front of him. Blinking several times he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or just maladaptive daydreaming again. Looking down he saw he wasn't and his Best friend of 20 years was on her knees looking at his Bonner like it was meat on a menu.

"Why not skip to the fun part of waiting," you softly bit down on your glossed lower lip as he gulped in anticipation.

"Maybe the wait is worth the fun in the end?" He lets out a deep huff of warm air backing up a bit in sheer awkwardness. It wasn't like he didn't want you, it was more he didn't like the way you started it when he could've 'man up' and started it himself. It was his erection anyway.

With a hand offered to help you up, you gratefully took it and he used it to pull up and close to his chest. Breathing heavily out of shock, your eyes slowly trailed up to meet his as he smirked in a smile.

"One thing to know about me is I like taking care of others, I want to have the lead, and those soft pleading eyes you're giving me are driving me crazy right now" JK mentions, lowering his head down so his lips could meet with yours but only keeping them an inch away for added suspense.

"then I'm glad I've always listened to you, to every word and command you've asked of me thus far" you gulp, lips quivering in need of attention. With that in mind, his head slightly turned and yours did too without breaking the small gap between his throbbing lips and your slightly quivering ones. A distance he shortly after broke, with his hands feeling around your back before bringing his arms around in a comfortably tight embrace around your hips.

Moaning from the tug and the great relief of broken space, he drank up the vibration and used it to fuel his lustful fire below. One that could be felt pushing against your pelvis as if asking on his behalf for more, for consent of the obvious.

Wanting more, he kissed vigorously. Their lips moved from the pace of uncertainty to tongue exploring the edges and buds of your own as his heart pounded from the excitement of your arms wrapping around his neck loosely like his thin silver chain with a gem pendant you bought him for his birthday years ago.

The birth gem necklace he swore to himself to wear religiously every day. The one he didn't put on today, in an attempt to run away from your hold. To only be wrapped around your embrace, just like the necklace.

While he tries to calm himself before making any long-term decisions with you. He knew that was a promise he couldn't keep with himself as he ached for something long-term and his body was pushing him to. Meanwhile, with his heart controlling his movements now, he started to walk you over to the closest kitchen wall in sight to corner you. To trap you in his warm-hearted embrace the same way the thought of you, your body, and your whole existence did to him mentally.

With the kiss naturally breaking off, he moved his lips around your jaw and pushed any fly hair strands away as he made his way to your neck. Gripping his shirt, in the back his mouth drooled over it in need as he applied rough pressure in the crook between your jaw and neck. With a burning desire he build higher than the pyramids of Asia, you pulled his shirt up and gripped his skin. A bright hue of red plastred on his cheeks as he marked other places on your shoulder of him.

"so much pleasure" you whined quietly, your words loudy admitting to the idea of how sensitive you were to every touch of his on your body. A sentence he repeated mentally as he pulled off to see your pleading state of your face and lips.

"Good, I wanted that" he chuckled at your need for intimacy. Whilst eyeing you carefully watching for your aroused response to his movements, he gripped the hemming of his shirt to pull over and throw off to the side of you. In all its glory, his upper body was indeed muscular and slimmed. A pack of 8, along with his biceps were seen more clearly as you walked your eyes down and around his bare uper torso.

"keep them lowered for me only" Jungkook insisted, pulling his shorts and leaving him in his ballooned underwear for your visual pleasure. A moment- wait no a sight you never thought you'd see like this. Moving your gaze back up, caused him to tilt your head back down to look.

"never said to look up, so keep your eyes lowered" he leaned in your ear to say. With a nod, you saw him lower his body to his knees and pull both layers of pajama pants and underwear down to reveal a slight bush. Embraced you covered yourself modestly with shock as he pushed them away and lifted one of your legs on his shoulder.

"looks good, so it'll taste good," he says, tongue slowly brushing and coating his lips in hunger as much as wetness as he leans his nose forward more. With a lookup of yes, you nodded and soon gripped the jet-black strands of his hair as his lips collided with your folds. Tongue lathering your juices around your clit as his hands held your hips still and close as he sucked and teased the floods and your nerve with ease. Arching, you felt the release of wetness drip along your thighs as he continued to lick his deep coral-pink tongue around the nub as his lips attached to your labia with thirst.

Moaning at almost an uncontrollable pace, you tugged and played with stands of his washed musk musk-smelling hair as your mouth felt like it was being held open for you in need. Pulling away softly, he made his eyes make contact with yours as he continued to orally fuck you to insanity before pulling off at any side of orgasm as he could feel the convulsions of your opening with ease and with some experience and a vague memory could tell the difference between one cumming and having an orgasm. A feeling he could sense was near.

Completely coming away from you, he caught you in his arms as your Legs buckled and gave up on standing on him. With a smile, he laid you on the thankfully clean, but cold white-lined tile floor and even placed his shirt under your head for a slightly better experience. Pulling his underwear off he threw them and eventually kneeled himself over your mouth, shaft in hand as his hard on faced towards your tits.

"get me even more excited for your mouth" he requests, your tongue like his earlier licked to become wet to provide a more comfortable experience for both of you. Thankfully JK decided to spend a few minutes trimming himself a bit in the shower as it was overdue for him, something you didn't mind not caring long as he was sexually clean. Something you knee from the constant lack of lotion in the bathroom and your bottles disappearing out of sight .

Succking on one side of his balls, you were glad they weren't too big to suck and roll around in your mouth as he jerked his cock in pleasure. Pulling up your shirt, he saw your breasts once again in a relaxed state and jerked and toyed one handily at them in ecstasy.

"so good" he breathed out heavily, cock heavy in his hands as he jerked over your breast harder in delight. It wasn't like he needed the extra help, but fuck if he had the chance to jerk himself over your pretty breasts he'd take it with no questions asked. Another fantasy fulfilled to him. Pulling himself off of you he stood up and helped you up to strip you of your top.

"fuck there's no way I'm letting your body get pleasure on this floor baby. You deserve somewhere warm and cozy, like my bed to lay on" he insists, taking your hand and urging you to his room. You gladly followed behind him as he rushed the both of you to the bed.

With the shut of the door and the flick of his warm-toned mood lighting. His bedroom was lightly illuminated with a warm yellow glow. Laying on the bed, he thought about a blowjob first but realized saving it for the end was more worth it as he knew how much of you he could handle before leading to his own orgasm.

Turning you over with light force, you laid on your belly and he handed you a pillow for added pleasure as you placed it under your pelvis. Waiting as he was you were getting adjusted completely, he tore his spiked, lubed, and internally ribbed condom and shuttered in slight coldness as it went down his shaft. Ready as you were, he soon pined your legs down and wanted to do things in prone bone style jungkook version than anything. Besides your ass in his eyes was meant to take it face down like this.

With his chest now hovering above your back, he placed his tip on the entrance of your cunt as he held himself in a somewhat of a one-armed plank position to do so. Kissing your upper back he warned you his cock was a large size to take. Which you believed based on how tight his boxers were on him minutes ago and the sound of him jerking wasn't light. With that in mind, he softly slid just his tip in before going into a full plank-like stance above your back as he introduced his protected cock to your warmth.

With the sound of painful pleasure coming from your lips, he stopped and allowed his hips to roll his tip in circles to get you accustomed to his cock. A feeling both mentally and physically arousing to both of you. After about 3 mins of him rolling his tip in and back kissing, he was able to inch his way deeper into you which caused him to panic at the feeling of walls tightly gripping and sucking him in with urgency.

"I'll pay for plan b if I fuck up and more if that doesn't work" he assured, knowing he's gonna wanna take that condom off to feel skin to tissue any minute.

Part 2: coming soon

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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 5 months

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INDECISION

SUMMARY: You feel really insecure these days after giving birth to your second daughter but for your sake Jungkook is there to tell you on how pretty you are.

PAIRINGS: established relationship Jungkook X Reader.

WORD COUNT:1.1K

WARNINGS: reader is insecure about her body, Koo coming to rescue her, Dad kook :(. Bam is there as always! Reader is called Jagi sometimes.

SMUT WARNIGS: Kissing, lactation kink, mentions of male masturbation, she gets a bit shy because she didn't shave down there, fingering,cream pie, missionary , after care, lmk if I missed anything .

A/n : small teeny Drabble for y’all , wrote this instead of studying for my exam 😬🧍🏻‍♀️ Tumblr works on reblog system please reblog !! Also a simple “it good or it’s great”can make my entire day 💞This is 400+ followers special enjoy ! ❤️

“Daddy please” Hani pleaded with her doe eyes looking at Jungkook he sighed “No baby I’m sorry”Hani started fussing when he said no “Look baby you already have many dolls?” He said softly picking her up from the ground. His 4-year-old daughter was stubborn just like her mom and wanted the doll “One more won’t hurt Daddy” she said pouting her lips. 

Sighing he gave in and went to buy that for her. Jungkook thought of buying some groceries from the nearby mall when Hani spotted a doll shop, she promised she would only look around but instead, she started fussing when Jungkook wouldn’t let her take one. 

Loading all the groceries into the back of the car Hani was already settled in her car seat “Let’s go home soon and meet Mommy and Chae ” Jungkook said wiggling his eyebrows and starting his car, soft music playing in the car. 

You had to freshen up once again for the second time today, Chae your younger daughter puked out the milk you fed her. She was now asleep in her bed. Bam and you decided to play a bit waiting for your husband and daughter to come, Jungkook texted you he was on the way. Getting up Bam and you went to the kitchen to prepare something while Chae was still asleep. 

You heard the front door unlocking Hani came running to the kitchen “Hi Mommy see I bought a new doll, where is Chae is she asleep again?” Hani bombarded you with questions never really staying to one point “Wow baby, yeah Chae is asleep go wake her yeah sweetie?” You said kissing her cheeks “Hey baby, got something for you” Jungkook handed you some of your favourite chocolates and some fresh white tulips he picked up while on his way back home.

Bam rushed towards both of them wiggling his tail and climbing up in Jungkook's arm . Kissing him you told him to change and get ready to eat dinner. 

Chae was now awake playing with Hani and Bam while Jungkook helped you place the dishes on your dining table. “Hani come here and have your dinner baby” you said placing her favourite plate and spoons. "Yes, Mommy coming " Hani said while standing up while Chae cooed and started crying when Hani came to the dining table, grabbing her from her crib you had your little one in arms. " I'll go and feed bam, start with your dinner Jagi" Jungkook said standing up from his seat. Dinner soon ended with laughs and giggling Hani told me about her new Kindergarten and her friends.

Both of your daughters knocked up soon while watching some animated movies. Bam was already rested in his kennel, tucking them on the bed you went to change, to sleep soon. 

While changing you stood in front of the mirror and sighed , Jungkook hummed at the site of you sighing "Kook I don't feel confident and pretty about my body anymore " you said slightly embarrassed and tears beaming in your eyes. "What are you saying baby, you look perfect," Jungkook said keeping his phone on the nightstand.

It’s been 4 months since you both had sex, the last time you had sex was when you were eight months pregnant. you've heard Jungkook jerking off in the shower once in a while. "Baby you look so fucking perfect, what makes you think you're not pretty?" he said sitting in front of you and grabbing your shoulders " I don't know kook I have stretch marks all over my stomach and thighs, I have baby fat still in my body," you said tearing up. Jungkook sighed kissing your cheeks " Baby it's serious why didn't you tell me this earlier? " Jungkook was shocked about why you didn’t let him know.

" you've given birth to our child baby, and about stretch marks you should not feel you're not pretty anymore, and some baby fat looks cute on you, you have them in the right spots," Jungkook says now lying over your breasts, laughing through tears you wave him off. Jungkook then kisses your lips slowly which soon turns into a make out session. "You're fine with having sex with me tonight baby?" he asked making sure you were comfortable with it.

Nodding at him he helps you to undress when you get a bit shy under his gaze "Kook I haven’t been shaving down there lately” you say in a slow tone we wave off saying “It’s fine baby” and move down towards your stomach slowly leaving wet kisses on your stretch marks and fat, leaning he is met with the site of your wet pussy. 

Groaning at the site “fuck so wet baby, what got you so worked up?” Jungkook whispered before leaning in to give a soft kiss to your core. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the pleasure he gave. “Ah ah baby watch me” He tutted “Tell me what you want baby, gonna give you everything you deserve” he added “Want your mouth kook” you said grabbing his hair. “Take what you want to have it your way,” he says softly sucking on your soaked clit “You taste like a fucking candy” Jungkook praises you for being a good girl and how wet you were “fuck so tight baby” curses left your mouth when he fingered you through your orgasm.

Bawling your eyes out you finally came on his fingers “You gonna take my cock baby?” Jungkook said still unsure “Yeah kook want you in me now,” you said reassuring him “Looks so good waiting for me, glad I knocked you up with my babies” he groaned .

“My sexy baby mama, never gonna make you feel bad about your insecurities they look fucking perfect” his thrusts were getting rough but you both were careful to not make a bit of noise, Jungkook's hand pressed against your mouth to keep you from your moaning getting louder. His hands massaged your breasts and a few bits of milk oozing out of them made his lactation kink awake, sucking on them he moans at the sweet taste. 

“Fuck Jagi I’m gonna fucking come” Arrays of curses left your mouth, and slopping noises of your wet pussy made him cum faster than he even though “fuck kook so messy” you chuckle feeling the slick drip down to your ass. Laughing he settles his head on your neck whispering sweet things in your ear and occasionally biting on them. He backs away and brings in a towel to clean you up. 

You both cuddle up against each other wearing some cloths because Hani has a habit of barging in your room at early morning. Jungkook went to check up on both of them kissing their cheeks and closing the door. The baby monitor helps you when Chae cries in middle of night thankfully she was asleep.

Whispering I love You's Sleep soon overcome you both.

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bangtangalicious · 7 months

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street rat (m), ideation, jjk

for the thrill of your touch i will shamefully lust as you tell me we're nothing but trouble

summary: greedy. selfish. hustler. jungkook's notorious reputation as an effective yet untrustworthy street dealer follows him like a shadow through your world. maybe you like that though.

genre: 18+ toxic & intense romance, smut, action, strangers-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers, gang themes

characters: drugdealer jungkook x good girl reader, with cameos from gangster!taehyung, rockstar!namjoon and maybe someone else :)

a/n: i want to write death valley spinoffs so, let me know what you all wanna see with this!!!

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook fic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #mafia jungkook #jk x you #jk x reader #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jeongguk #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jungkook x reader smut

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girlygguk · 11 months

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denial ; jjk | part two (18+)

➵ summary; your brother, taehyung, doesn't know how to properly handle yours & jungkook's.. agreement. you go over to his place to fix your relationship with him and eat a lot of chinese food. you end up getting a little more than that from his roommate during your visit.

this is part two to denial - part one and i highly recommend reading it first as u won’t understand most of the storyline!! xx

➵ pairing ; idol!jk x (f)actress!reader

➵ word count ; 7.1k

➵ rating ; 18+ minors dni

➵ content ; a bit of fluff, a bit of angst & a whole lotta smut. jk & reader are dumb sluts that will do anything besides admit their feelings for each other, tae is an amazing lil brother, jk & reader fight, jelly & whipped kook as always, stupid reader (sorry)

➵ warnings ; teasing, swearing, grinding, kissing, fingering, spitting, dom!jk, oral sex (f rec.), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it UP! xx), aftercare, cream pie, sexy stuff starts quite late so pwp.

a/n ; holy SHIT. i did not expect the love & reactions on part one of this... thank you so so much. as a token of my gratitude, here is a part 2!!!

"Cut! Well done, guys, that's a wrap!" Your director's voice booms through the studio as the crew applauds. You join in, clapping and returning the bows of everybody you see as you make your way off-set. A teary thirty minutes follow as you say your thankyous and goodbyes to your co-stars and staff, promising to stay in touch during the season break.

You're locking your trailer door when suddenly, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Pulling it out of your jacket eagerly, you tap the screen, hoping to see your brother's name at the top of the notification. You can't help the small wave of disappointment that washes over you as you read the text from your co-star Hee-Jin, saying she's almost at your trailer.

It's been a little over two months since the night that you discovered Taehyung knew about you and Jungkook.

71 DAYS EARLIER...

Your hands run over your face, Jungkook's facewash foamy on your fingers as you rub the cleanser harshly into your skin, almost as if the last 10 minutes of your life will rinse down the drain of the shower along with the overpriced skincare product. You didn't want to wash away the Jungkook part, because as you stood in his shower with jelly legs and a shy soreness between your thighs, you knew that no matter how fucked up it was that your younger brother potentially heard everything, you wouldn't take it back.

So Jungkook was forced to sit patiently on his bed while you took over his bathroom. He wanted to go into the lounge and talk to his best mate, and he really wanted a slice of pizza because sex always makes him hungry, but he knew to let you speak to Taehyung first.

Sure, slamming the door of Jungkook's bedroom shut after seeing your brother in the living room acting as normal as could be probably wasn't the best idea. And then ignoring Jungkook's soft tone as he asked if you were alright, shrugging him off you gently before walking into his ensuite and locking the door... Also not one of your best moments.

You and Jungkook were close friends before your relationship developed sexually. He knew what you wanted to eat before you even did. You knew the punchlines to all of his stupid jokes before he got to it, adding a twist to the end and making him double over in laughter, swearing you tell the joke better than he ever could. You were thankful for that bond right now because Jungkook knew from the moment you walked away that you just needed a minute to collect yourself. He watched silently when you disappeared into his bathroom to shower, not even making a cheeky offer to join you, which is very out of character for him.

He listened as the sound of running water came to a halt and looked up as you emerged from the bathroom a few moments later, the towel he had prepared for himself wrapped around your body. He bit back a smile as he remained on the edge of his bed, watching as you crept towards him, your eyes trailing down to the pile of clothes folded next to him. He had one of his hoodies that you always complimented whenever he wore and a pair of sweatpants perched next to him. His eyes followed your train of sight before flicking back up to your face, "for you," he confirmed your suspicions, his eyes tracing every inch of your doleful expression.

Patting the pile of clothes, he pushed off his knees and stood up before walking to meet you in the middle of his room. You shake your head in awe, standing on the tips of your toes when he reaches you before connecting your lips with his. The kiss is soft and slow, much more wholesome than your usual messy kisses. Jungkook breaks away slightly, his hands running over your towel-covered back before resting on your butt and patting it gently.

"Go talk to him, baby," he says softly, lips lifting slightly to press against your forehead. You nod with a heavy sigh as he makes his way into the bathroom, his turn to shower now.

You can't leave your mind as you pull Jungkook's clothes onto your body. Your brother wasn't even fazed when he saw you in Jungkook's room. And you know for a fact you weren't exactly quiet, so he definitely heard something. God, the thought makes your feel nauseated as you grab one of the hair ties you leave on Jungkook's dresser to throw your hair up into a low bun, ignoring your wet hair hitting the back of your neck as you head for his door.

TODAY...

"So what did he say?" Hee-Jin's voice pulled you from your inner thoughts, causing you to let out a dazed hum in response before she continued. "Taehyung, how did he react?"

You look over at the girl on your left as you walk through the parking lot, two bouquets of flowers clutched in your hands as you both reach your car. "He already knew. I can't believe he already knew," your voice was strained as you shook your head in embarrassment. Hee-Jin's lips pulled into her mouth, and her eyes squinted slightly; you knew she was conflicted on whether to laugh or cry with you.

"You're such a bitch. It's not funny." You pouted before your body betrayed you, an airy laugh blowing through your lips and swatting at the girl with occupied arms as best as you could.

She giggled at your attempt, leaning against your car with you, her own flowers resting in her arms as well. "So he's okay with it?"

Your eyes lift from the ground, turning slightly to face her, "I can't tell," you say honestly, "he barely even reacted even when I tried to talk to him. I think he doesn't even want to think about it."

Hee-Jin nodded with a sorry look after seeing your sullen expression. "I mean, how would you react if you found out your sister was getting fucked by your best friend? I wouldn't want to think about it either."

Her brutally honest remark caught you off guard, pulling a low snort out of you before you fished your keys out of your jacket pocket to unlock your car. "Get off my car. I've had enough of you." Hee-Jin pokes her tongue at you before pushing off the side of your vehicle and heading to her own.

"Love you! You know I'm right!" She smiles as she waddles away, ignoring the eye roll you throw her as you shove the bouquets onto your passenger seat.

"Love you," is the last thing you grumble back before jumping into your car and slamming the door.

Your phone vibrates from your jacket pocket as you're halfway through buckling your seatbelt. Pulling it out, you bite your lip and send a quick response before shoving the key into your car's ignition. Then, ignoring the bubbles brewing in the pit of your stomach, you pull out of the parking lot and head for the destination your friend awaits.

Jungkook is hot. It's the boys' day off today, and he just finished up in the gym, his arms throbbing a little more than usual. He went a little harder during this session because he's planning on skipping a couple of upcoming days to chill. It has nothing to do with the fact that he knows you've wrapped up filming for the season and are heading home today. Not at all.

Twisting the cap onto the water bottle he just devoured in seconds, he throws it in the trash can before leaving the kitchen. He's almost at his bedroom before his eyes roll to the back of his head, retreating sluggishly to the garbage can before fishing the bottle back out. A low scoff leaves him as he tosses the bottle into the recycling bin instead, your sarcastic little comment plaguing his inner thoughts. You're not even here, and he's doing what you say. He's fucking whipped, and he knows it.

Reaching his bedroom successfully this time, he grabs a set of clean clothes from his drawers and throws them on his bed for when he's out of the shower. Then, heading towards his ensuite, he catches his phone on top of his dresser and stares at it for a second.

"Hi, Koo." You answer after two rings, and he sits on the foot of his bed when he hears your voice.

"Hi," he replies after a beat, fighting the side of his mouth as it tries to lift when he hears his nickname flow effortlessly from your mouth. "Watcha doin'?"

He hears you shuffle a little.

Closing the magazine you were browsing before you got the call, you smile at Jungkook's voice, your eyes scanning the room to ensure you didn't miss getting called up. "I'm actually at Modify."

His eyebrows furrow, "my tattoo place?"

"Yeah, but I'm not getting a tattoo—just a piercing with a friend. I asked for Riki, just like you said to. He's really nice."

"Yeah, he's the best. Did you chuck it on my account?" He nods, pulling at the thread of his towel absentmindedly.

"No," you chuckle, "but thank you. You're cute for offering."

He feels his eyes roll back again, a habit he picked up from you, "you should. I have some account credit I have to use before it expires," he lies, and you bite back a smile knowing that he's full of shit.

"You're back earlier than I thought." Jungkook changes the subject, and you lean back into the couch's cushion before answering.

"Yeah, I just got back into Seoul like an hour ago. Decided to get it done here rather than Gwacheon so I can go home and rest afterwards."

You're thankful for Jungkook's random call to be honest. His voice calmed down your nerves exponentially; you forgot how jittery you were. "What are you getting pierced?" He asks, pulling you back to reality.

You feel your face getting hotter, and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on it for a moment too long because his hum into your phone speaker breaks the extended silence. "Um," your lips are pursed now, wondering if you should be telling him over the phone.

Jungkook's eyebrows raise, and he shuffles back a little more on the edge of his bed before continuing, "Are you getting a piercing down there?"

Your laugh flows through the phone, returning that feeling to his stomach. "No, perv." You sigh through a smile, "My nipples."

You hear him blow out a low breath before he chuckles, "Jesus. Happy birthday to me."

You're quick to roll your eyes and fail to wipe the smile off your face before giggling at his reaction. You see Riki pop his head out the door of his booth before he waves at you, indicating it's your turn to go up. Nodding back at him, you signal that you're just wrapping up your phone call, and he gives you a thumbs-up before ducking away.

"It's my turn. I have to go, Kook." You say into your phone, standing from the couch and fixing the cushions that fell as you stood.

Jungkook nods on the other end of the line before clearing his throat slightly and running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Hey, _____?"

"Yeah?" You respond as you walk towards Riki's room, watching as he finishes up with his previous customer.

"What friend are you with?"

A moment passes as Jungkook's question lingers in the air, stopping you in your tracks. You're standing just before the entrance of Riki's suite, and you glance down at your shoes for a second before sighing. "Kook—"

Jae's confused look causes you to stop talking as he climbs off the studio chair-bed, approaching you. "You okay?"

Jungkook heard Jae's voice through the phone. You know he did because when he abruptly ends the call, muttering something about "I have to go shower," you're pulling your phone back and seeing the disconnected symbol flashback at you from the device's screen.

The chime of your door accepting the access code fills your ears as you push down on the handle with your elbow, a little shove from your hip pushing the door open enough to slide inside. After locking the door, you drop the wilting flowers on the kitchen island and head to the sink to grab some water, hoping to try and cling to the little life they look to have left.

Your phone dings while you're filling up a random dish with water, as you don't actually own a vase. A cringed laugh leaves your lips when you pull the flowers out of the paper encasing and dump them into the sad container of water. "I should've just let you die. This is just sad." You mumble, walking to the chair where you chucked your jacket and phone.

Tae

Miss you. Heard you're home. Dinner tn?

You blink away the tears stinging in your waterline, sending back an of course and snorting when he spams you with a bunch of random excited emojis. You haven't talked much since the night at his a few months ago, and it's been eating away at you ever since. You have always been close with your siblings. Taehyung, especially since you both left home to pursue your careers in similar industries. You were quick to leave his apartment when it was clear he didn't exactly want to talk, and you didn't blame him.

You

just gonna shower then i'll pop over

The shower was quick; you only cut yourself slightly at the bottom of your knee when shaving your legs. That's what you call success. As you pull on your shirt, you're trying not to catch your new piercings on the fabric when your eyes flutter to the bulletin board of Polaroids of you and your friends. Your eyes automatically go to the stupid one smack bang in the middle.

You're both sitting on the floor of your living room in the picture, a big cheesy grin covering Jungkook's face while you lean next to him with your tongue poking out. Jungkook turned to you as soon as you finished taking the photo, poking his tongue at you before letting his impulsive thoughts take over and licking a fat stripe over your cheek. You remember screeching and trying to push him away in a fit of giggles before conceding and allowing him to continue his attack.

Such a dork, you think as you're pulling your jeans over your legs. But, as much as you like to try and convince yourself you're not helplessly infatuated with him, you can't help but hope he's at dinner tonight.

Your brother is warm as he engulfs you in a bear hug when you enter the apartment. Smiling as you break away, you hit his shoulder playfully and laugh as he holds the injured area with a dramatic whine. "I should hit you harder than that for ignoring my texts."

"I'm sorry. I was just in a mood," Taehyung responds with a regretful smile.

"I know. I'm sorry too." You nod understandingly, pulling your jacket off and hanging it over one of the stools near the kitchen bar.

His low chuckle follows you as you both head to the living room. You roll your eyes at the spread of Chinese takeaway covering the large coffee table in front of the TV. "You guys have a huge kitchen and dining area, but I've never seen you actually eat in there."

"Food tastes better in front of the TV." He says simply, jumping onto the couch and patting the spot next to him.

You make your way to the couch and flop next to your brother, the smell of the spread in front of you making you hum in delight. You're both about to tuck in when he curses under his breath, climbing off the sofa with a promise to return with chopsticks. You lean forward and grab a dumpling with your fingers before dipping it in one of the sauces Taehyung laid out. It's almost in your mouth when the door to Jungkook's bedroom creaks slightly, causing you to put the dumpling back down and stare as he enters the lounge. He's dressed in a plain black shirt and sweats, and you drink in his figure shamelessly when he comes into view.

He spots you instantly as he walks further into the room, and you notice his eyes drop slightly to your chest, a short laugh blowing through your lips when you realise he's trying to see the imprint of the nipple piercings you said you were getting done today. "Hi, Koo—"

Your brother's voice cuts you off when he enters the living room again, "Kook! You hungry? There's heaps."

You take a pair of chopsticks when Tae hands you them, returning to your earlier action and grabbing the dumpling but successfully shoving it in your mouth this time. Your gaze lifts back to Jungkook as you chew, watching curiously as he looks at the food, looks at you, and then looks back to your brother. "Nah, bro, not hungry." He replies lowly before turning around and heading back into his room.

"Why did he come out then?" Taehyung snickers, leaning forward and slurping up a mouthful of noodles. You cough out a laugh, grabbing another dumpling and stuffing it into your mouth to avoid having to say anything. You knew why Jungkook was in a grump, and you also knew that he was definitely hungry. He's always hungry. You continue eating and internally decide that you will fix both of those problems before leaving the apartment tonight.

You and Taehyung talked for an hour and a half after you finished your dinner. It started on the topic of work—how your drama was going and how his shows were going. Then it got to the huge fucking Jungkook-shaped elephant in the room. You cried and apologised non-stop, and he kept telling you to cut it out, hugging you into his chest and telling you he wasn't mad. That life happens, and you can't help it." I'm supposed to be your big sister." You remember crying as he chuckled while patting your back like one would a newborn.

"How l-long did you know?" You hiccupped after breaking away from the embrace, reaching for your cup of water on the coffee table.

"Well, a few times, I caught him smiling at his phone and saw your name on the screen as I walked past. Or when he would shamelessly check you out whenever you'd come over. I thought he was just a horny douche," Tae laughed as you rolled your teary eyes, "but one night really caught me off guard. We were watching the first episode of your new drama when it dropped, and when the flashback kissing scene came on, he went dead quiet. Wouldn't talk for the rest of the episode and then went to his room when it finished."

"Jungkook," you say as you knock on his bedroom door, "I made you a plate. Can I come in?"

On the other side, Jungkook is lying on his bed, arm resting against the headboard behind his head, and tongue poking the inside of his cheek when he hears you call him by his actual name instead of a nickname like you usually do. He stays quiet and continues to scroll through a random social media app on his phone; he can't even tell you which one at this point. He's just trying not to give in. Call you in and shower your dumb face in kisses like he wants to. Pull your shirt up and see your newly pierced nipples because it's all he's been thinking about since you told him.

"I'm coming in, okay? Cover up!" You warn snarkily and smile in satisfaction when you hear him snort as you push the door open and step inside.

Jungkook's eyes flutter to you as you shut the door with your foot and shuffle over to his bed. His phone locks from inactivity, and he lets it slip from his hand as he watches you sit on the side of his bed, a plate of Chinese held in your hands as you poke his thigh with the chopsticks. "Eat."

He stares at your face for a second when you speak, his gaze lifting to your puffy eyes, making him sit up a little against the headboard. "Have you been crying?"

"Nothing gets past you, Sherlock." You mutter jokingly, leaning forward and placing the plate of food on his lap. "I know you're hungry. Hurry up and eat before I start feeding you."

He takes hold of the chopsticks when you wriggle them into his hand. Then, before you can pull your hand back, he grabs ahold of your palm, lifting it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on the top of your hand. "Thank you." He mumbles softly, grabbing some of the rice with the chopsticks before shoving it in his mouth.

"What are your plans tomorrow? I've got an interview on Thursday, but I don't have anything on tomorrow and was wondering if—"

"Why don't you go and do something with Jae?" He says after swallowing his mouthful, causing the words to cut off in your throat. Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at him in shock.

"Really?" You spit with a laugh, watching as he swirls the food around on his plate, his appetite suddenly vanishing.

"Yeah," he replies with a shrug, "we both agreed that we don't have the time to date. But you sure do go out on a lot of dates with him."

"This is about the piercings, right?" You can't help the tone of your voice rising, but you're slowly getting more pissed off by the second.

"The piercings, the concert, the ice cream. I'm sure there's a fuck tonne I don't know about too." He chuckles sorely, leaning over to his bedside table and setting down the barely touched plate of food.

"He's my co-worker. We are the leads in a show together; it's good for viewership for us to be seen together!" You stand from the bed, your voice getting even louder now, and you have to remind yourself to calm down so you don't bother your brother a few doors down.

"For viewership," he nods sarcastically, "getting your nipples pierced with your co-worker is good for viewership?" He can't help but laugh, his throat getting that familiar scratchy feeling as he imagines that fucker being in the room with you while you got them done.

"I've been planning them for a long time. You knew I wanted to get them done."

"Why with him, ___?" Your nickname slipped venomously through his lips, "Why'd you go with him?" Jungkook's tone is low, almost defeated, as he refuses to make eye contact with you.

"He overheard me saying to Hee-Jin that I was going to do it today. He said he was planning on getting his nose pierced and offered to go with me," Jungkook is shaking his head now, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek as he tries not to think about it.

"Yeah, alright, _____. I'm tired, so—"

"Don't do that." You spit, cutting him off, and he raises his head to meet your eyes finally.

"Do what?"

"Don't shut me out. I hate it when you do that." You sigh, a hand lifting to run through your hair in frustration. Jungkook is quiet as he watches your chest heave while you calm down from yelling. He can't help his eyes falling to your tits, and you watch his eyebrows crease when he tries to find the imprint of the piercings.

"I didn't do it." You jab, and Jungkook's eyes lift to your face in pure confusion. At that moment, his stare drifts to your left ear and then your right, noticing the second addition to your lobes that he didn't see before. "Some lunatic called me before I got them done. He sounded pretty pissed, so I just got my ears done again." You snark, your eyes rolling back when you notice Jungkook's cheeky fucking smirk reappear on his lips.

You're close enough to the bed for him to gently lean forward and grab your arm. Before you have the chance to shrug him off, he's pulling you towards him, and you don't fight it as you fall onto the bed. Before you know it, he's ushering you onto his lap, his lip caught slightly between his teeth, and you have to stop yourself from leaning forward and kissing him. He's so pretty.

"I like when you do things for me." He mumbles, his thumbs rubbing a soothing pattern on your hips as your shirt rises up slightly with your movement.

A soft hum escapes you as you allow more of your weight to press into him. The fabric of your jeans is rough against his crotch, and you can feel your lower body getting warmer by the second. "I know," you whisper, giving in and moving forward to press your mouth against his.

Jungkook's hands slide from your hips to your lower back when you lean forward, and he cheekily drops them to your ass, grabbing a greedy handful as you deepen the kiss. Your jaw slacks slightly when you feel him squeeze your ass, and he takes the opportunity to delve his tongue through your lips. His tongue brushes with your own, and he swallows the breathy moan that escapes as you allow him deeper into your mouth. Your hips move on their own accord, grinding harder into his lap, and he groans when you press down harshly, the denim of your jeans brushing him roughly through his pants.

"Shit." He moans as he breaks away from your lips. His hands don't leave your ass; if anything, he grips tighter before pressing you harder against him. You can feel him getting stiffer beneath you, making you whine at the feeling of him going from soft to hard between your legs.

"You're not hungry anymore?" You breathe as he flips you over so he's on top of you, his hands hastily working on the buttons of your jeans.

"No, I am." His voice is low as he makes his way down your body, pressing a soft kiss to the skin of your belly that reveals as your shirt rides up. Jungkook's lips move to your hipbone as he drags your zipper down, your jeans loose enough the slip off, and he drags them down, chucking them onto his floor without another thought.

He pats the side of your left thigh with his hand, and your knees come up instantly, understanding his wordless demand. "Really hungry," he mumbles, leaning down and attaching his mouth to your pussy through your panties. A whine leaves your lips instantly, hips involuntarily bucking into his face as he licks at your clit through the fabric. Your hands reach down to grab onto him, but you come up a little short. Jungkook notices and shuffles up a bit, letting you tangle your fingers through his hair, a satisfied hum leaving him when you tug at the strands harshly. He hooks a finger in the waistband of your underwear before sliding them down your legs, grunting at the sight of your glistening cunt. "So pretty."

"My pussy is pretty?" You choke through a moan as he lets a line of spit drip from his mouth onto you.

"Really pretty," he confirms before leaning down and burying his mouth into your cunt. Your eyes roll back as his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue peaking through to flick the nub as he sucks.

"F-Fuck," You groan as his right-hand grips your thigh, reassuringly squeezing as if coaxing you through it. Your eyes are squeezed shut; the wet, messy sounds of him devouring you are all you can hear. All you can feel.

Your eyes open as Jungkook pulls away, and you watch through hooded lids as he leans back a little before taking his middle and ring finger into his mouth. He coats them in as much saliva as possible before leaning down and placing a quick, sweet kiss on your clit. You let a giggle slip at the action before a high-pitched moan blows through your lips. He pushes both of his fingers fully into you, not stopping until he hits knuckle. "Holy shiiiiiiiit," you seethe, fingers untangling from his hair to rest at the back of his head.

Once his fingers are buried in you, he returns to your cunt, tongue lapping at your clit with vigour. He pulls the throbbing bud into his mouth, groaning when you push the back of his head further into you. He's nodding into your pussy, telling you to push harder without saying a word. "Kook." You whine, your fingers shakily entangling into his hair again and pulling him into you like he wants. His fingers haven't left you at all, and he curls them up, toying with that rigid spongey part. The tips of his fingers push at it teasingly, and it causes you to clench tightly around him, wanting to keep his hand trapped there forever.

He feels you start to shake, and his mouth moves with you, lips refusing to let go of your clit. "Fuck my tongue," he says as he pulls away slightly for air, "right now. Fuck my face."

"Oh my fucking god," you moan at his words, head falling back into his pillow as he goes back down again. His nose is buried in you now; the sloppy sounds of him slurping on your cunt spread goosebumps over your body. His fingers finally leave your hole before he leans a little lower, shoving his tongue into you. "Babyyyy, shit!" Your words come out as a mixture between a cry and a moan as he pistons his tongue into your hole, his fingers coated in your slick sliding up to circle your clit.

"Fuck. My tongue." You can barely make out his demand as he doesn't relent his torture on your cunt, his words coming out muffled. Finally, you heave out a strangled moan before letting go and grinding your hips into his face. He moans in satisfaction, vibrating straight through your core, and you feel your legs begin to tremble.

"Come on, baby," Jungkook's words come out almost unintelligible again as his tongue continues to fuck into you, pulling a pornographic whine from your lips. "Good girl," he hums. His fingers are swirling against your swollen clit, maintaining a steady but ferocious pace, and it's blurring your vision. You can't stop yourself from bucking up into his face, earning a low groan when his tongue curves just right in your hole, and you push him into you so hard he can't breathe. Your right-hand slips out of his hair, slamming down onto his bed, your first unclenching to pull at his sheets with a trembling hand. His fingers lift off your clit for a second, and it's like you almost don't even notice it because his tongue takes its place, slurping your bud into his mouth. You hear shuffling and look up to see him pull his cock out of his sweats. You can't see it properly because he's kneeling at the edge of the bed, but you've witnessed the action enough to know when it's happening.

Once his cock is free, he stands from his knee, his hand wasting no time before reattaching to your clit. You can't take it anymore, your head turning to bury itself into his pillow to muffle your scream. The smell of his shampoo is embedded into the pillowcase, making your heart beat even faster, which you thought was simply impossible right now. Your toes curl as his thumb massages your clit, your hand lifting to grip the pillowcase tightly in your fist. "Gguk, I'm gonna—"

"I know, baby," he nods, his unoccupied hand reaching down to grasp his shaft in his hand before leaning forward and pushing into you. That's it. You're done for.

"Oh! Oh, my fuck!" You scream as Jungkook shoves every inch of his cock into you, his balls flush against your entrance when he hits the base. He doesn't move. His thumb continues the torture on your clit, and he feels your walls tighten sorely around him as your back arches slightly off the bed. Your ears are ringing; eyes rolled to the back of your head as your chin points to the ceiling.

"That's it, baby. Cream my fucking cockkkkk." He praises as you shake around him, your orgasm hitting you in a sudden wave. You think you're crying; you can't actually tell. Jungkook's eyebrows are furrowed as he stares in awe at your pussy convulse around him, watching your puffed clit pulse as you cum. "Shit," he whispers as he slowly slides his dick out of you for the first time since he entered you.

He doesn't let it fully slip out, instead pulling back until your lips are swallowing just the tip. He almost fucking growls when he sees his cock emerge sticky and wet, listening to you whine when he inches it gently back inside. "Are you trying to fucking kill me?" you groan, your hand coming up to rest against his chest. The side of his mouth pulls upwards as you let your hand slide under his shirt, nails tracing softly against his toned stomach. Your touch doesn't do anything to stop him, though, his gentle thrusts continuing as he watches your face for any sign of serious pain.

"God, you are," your words come out strangled, followed by a few shallow breaths as your pussy lets out a loud squelch every time he sinks back in.

"You can take it, right, baby?" Jungkook's tone is low and sinful. His gaze drops back to where you two are connected, his hips speeding up a little on each thrust. He watches as your eyes squeeze shut again, your hand that's under his shirt balling into a fist as you slam it against his chest. The shaky sensitivity in your pussy is strong, choked breaths slip from your mouth like a second language as you fight the overstimulation. "You always. Take it. So. Well." He's praising you between thrusts, and they're becoming more brutal with each one. Jungkook's head falls back a little as you squeeze around him slightly, listening to the sloppy noise of your cunt mixed with your moans. It's euphoric.

Suddenly, it's like a switch flicked in your brain because the pain turns to absolute pleasure, and your jaw slacks in pure ecstasy. Jungkook notices the transition and kneels on the bed, hooking his arms under the backs of your knees and pulling you down so you're flush against him. Your hand falls from his chest and next to you limply. You don't even have the power to move it as Jungkook slides his cock out of you before slamming it back in harder, then harder, then harder. He doesn't pull out until he's filled you to the brim, waiting to feel his balls hit your ass before pulling back and repeating the motion. You go to moan, though nothing comes out but an airy screech, your throat feeling raw and abused, just like your poor vagina right now.

"Slut," he mumbles sweetly, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You giggle against his mouth, using all the energy you have left to lift your hands and run them through his dishevelled hair before pulling him down to lay on you.

You feel Jungkook start to shake slightly, his usual giveaway that he's close. Breaking away from the kiss, your legs wrap around his butt and pull him into you as deeply as you can. "Mhm," you moan with a fucked out look on your face, hair sprawled out on his pillow, and he swears it's the prettiest he's ever seen you.

"There?" He grunts, the tip of his cock hitting that rigid spongey bit as he plows into you.

"Mhm!" Your moan sounds distressed and crazed, but you can't even bring yourself to care. Your hands rack through Jungkook's hair, trailing down his back, and your nails dig into his skin as he slams his hips back, mercilessly fucking you into the bed. "There. There. Fucking thereeeeee!" You scream as his cock hits a part inside you that you didn't even know existed.

"Shit," he groans as your walls tighten around him, "I'm gonna fucking cum. Clench again, baby. Please. Please fuckk," He's begging, and your eyes roll to the back of your head at his whiny tone. His face falls to the crook of your neck as you give him what he needs, clenching your walls around him, and you hear him choke out a pained moan before he pushes into you with a final trembled thrust. He spills himself inside of you, painting the walls of your cunt, and you relish in the feeling.

You're so close; the feeling of his cum inside of you only makes you even more aroused. "Keep going," your voice is hurried and hoarse, "Baby, please. Keep going. Keep goinggg. I'm close." You cry, your hand patting against his back in a pleading motion.

Jungkook can't do anything but growl into your neck as he pulls his hips back; the loud noise of his cum stuffed into you, squelching around his cock as he draws back, is fucking sinful. He ignores the burning feeling of sensitivity. He ignores the fact that his cock is softening by the second. Instead, he focuses on your moans of pleasure, pulling his face from your neck to watch your face contort in bliss. You can't take it anymore when his hand falls between you, thumb finding your clit without even fucking looking. "I'm. Gonna. Cum." You're shaking as he pounds into you, his thumb relentless on your clit.

"Yeah?" He leans down, spitting harshly onto your cunt. "Fucking cum then," he taunts, his thumb sliding against your clit furiously.

You can't speak. You can't open your eyes. You can't even breathe. You're surprised a strangled whimper finds its way from your throat, a blinding white flashing as your orgasm hits you. It washes over you like a tidal wave, and your back arches off the bed as you cum. Jungkook curses at the feeling of you pulsating around him and works you through your orgasm with a pained shudder.

As soon as you cower away from his touch, your pussy not able to handle the pressure on your clit any longer, he retracts his hand and heaves out a shaky breath. His hand pulls at the neckline of his shirt, slipping it off him and exposing his gorgeous abs. You can't even enjoy the sight properly, slumped against his pillow, harsh breaths blowing from your lips as you try to grasp back on reality. Jungkook lays the shirt under your butt, a low groan escaping him when he slips out of you, his cum drooling out of you and pooling onto his shirt. You look at him through squinted eyes as he stares at his seed dripping out of your hole, admiring it like a priceless piece of art. You watch as he bites his lip before tilting his head towards you with a cheeky smile.

Your eyes widen at his silent question, mouth opening in shock as you lift a shaky leg to swat at him with your foot. "If you try putting your dick anywhere near me right now, I'll fucking castrate you," you threaten as he chuckles at your reaction, letting his shirt capture the excess leakage before hobbling off to the bathroom to get a cloth.

You've managed to calm your breathing while listening to the bathroom tap squeak as Jungkook runs a washcloth under the water. He returns a few moments later, leaning down to press a quick kiss against your belly before he cleans you up. He's pulled his sweatpants back up now, but he's still shirtless, and you admire the way the muscles in his back tense as he goes to throw the dirty laundry in his hamper. He also grabs the plate of food that he abandoned on his bedside table before jogging it out to the kitchen. A comfortable silence washes over you both as he returns, and you just enjoy staring at his figure as he makes his way back to bed. Jungkook hands you back your panties before sitting on the side of the bed. He watches you tiredly sit up to wriggle them on before sliding back down and slamming your head onto the pillow.

"You're staying the night?" He asks in shock. You're always so quick to leave his place after sex; he does the same when it's at your place.

"We've had sleepovers before," you mumble into his pillow, snuggling deeper into his blanket.

He hums, slipping into the bed himself, and your warm arm moves under the blanket to drape over his chest. "Not after sex."

"Do you want me to go?" You reply quietly after a beat, your finger tracing light patterns on his upper chest.

Jungkook looks down at your hand, then your face. Your eyes meet his, and he just shakes his head, making you give him a soft smile in return. Your eyes flutter shut as he shuffles closer to you before he grabs your leg and drapes it over his waist. Jungkook follows suit, eyes closing as his breathing evens out. He's almost asleep, feeling your warm skin pressed against him, acting as the best sleeping pill money could buy. That is, until your voice breaks the silence.

"You would look so good with a lip ring."

His heavy eyelids peel open as he glances down at you. Your matted hair frames your face; eyes still shut. Your cheek is pressed against his chest; he could feel your lips move against him as you spoke.

"You're so random," Jungkook mumbles with a chuckle before closing his eyes again. He feels your lips pucker slightly, pressing a feathery, light kiss against his nipple as you let sleep take over you. The feeling is soothing, and all he can think about as the darkness engulfs him is getting a fucking lip ring.

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Closer (Teaser)

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Plot: To have each other close is something that you both always wanted, in a way or another. It’s just that… close is not close enough anymore for Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/n

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Domestic, Humor, Friends to Lovers

Wordcount: 27k

Author’s Note: Hello! I hope you’ll like this little teaser, I will publish the story on the 16 of July. I loved writing this, it was an emotional rollercoaster and I honestly can’t wait to post it. I really hope that you’ll like it🥺

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Jungkook walked in on you using your vibrator as a microphone when you were nineteen, lipsynching as if your life depended on it. He had laughed so fucking loud that time that you still feel your ears grow red when you think about it. He has teased you for it from the moment it happened, still does it now.

Back then, it was so freaking hilarious he would bring it up every time you were too mad at him, to make you laugh it off and let go of the heavy atmosphere creating between you every time you used to fight as teenagers.

Five years afterwards, as of now, he still thinks about it from time to time. It makes him giggle when he’s in the middle of a meeting at work, when he has a stressful day, when he’s just laying in bed with his head empty. Usually, that would be the case. Now that you’re sitting on his couch with a bag of pop corns squished in your hands while the tv is playing though, is a new circumstance.

«What are you laughing at? You’re so loud» you wince at him, monotone and annoyed.

He licks his lips, shaking his head.

«Your vibrator still haunts me»

It takes you less than two seconds to realise what he’s talking about.

«You’re so annoying. Should I bring up the time you farted out loud in class too?»

«That’s not the same,» he laughs «I told you that I wasn’t feeling good but you insisted on going to class anyway»

«You didn’t go for three days straight-» you fight back, stopping yourself when the camera points on Park Seojun.

«Gosh, this man. I’m gonna marry him someday» you sigh dreamily. Jungkook snorts.

«Cause I was sick?» he opens the fridge.

«You drank with Jin the night before. You shouldn’t drink if you’re sick. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t hold it until class was over»

«You’re so noisy» he rummages through the shelves, finally finding the bowl of strawberries he was looking for.

«Want some?»

You quickly glance at him over the counter, pop corns stuffing your mouth full.

«No, thanks. I’m full with these»

He gets a spoon from the drawer, walking back to the sofa.

«The face you made when I walked in is still funnier than-»

«When you farted in front of the class?» you cut him off, trying to get some sense in his head.

«Hell, yeah» he laughs.

«You literally-»

«Okay, now stop!» you slap his ass before he gets a chance to sit down.

«Oh, yes keep going» he fakes a moan. You literally want to slap him hard enough to make him stop being an idiot, but you have to hold yourself back.

«Just shut up and let me see Park Seojun» you shake your head. Jungkook gets a spoonful of strawberries into his mouth, eyes falling on the screen and eyebrows pinched together.

It’s a Saturday, thanks God the both of you don’t work on weekends, so usually you both find yourself on the sofa, watching a movie or just messing around. You’ve known each other since you were sixteen, so to say that you’re pretty comfortable with each other is an understatement. Even when you first met him, the nineteen years old Jungkook never made you feel uneasy. You were inseparable. Best friends that used to sleep at each other’s place every three to four days because you were just used to it. It was natural, so natural that a lot of the people around you thought you were a couple. Back then, you would grimace and shake your head vividly, not even giving it a thought. Jungkook would laugh it off, heart beating loudly in his chest every time anyone made him imagine how it would’ve been.

«Do you still have it?» he asks, voice low as he stares at the screen.

«What?» you murmur. He doesn’t answer, his spoon scraping against the plastic of the bowl to get as much strawberries as he can into his mouth. He munches on them, gulping down and enjoying the sweet taste.

«That vibrator»

«Jungkook! What kind of question is that?» you stop the drama, his thigh getting hit by the remote.

«I was just asking!» he raises his hands as to make sure you understand he meant no harm, the bowl now sitting on his lap.

«Why would you ask that?» your tone makes his eyes smile first, as he always does. His eyes smile first, then his lips just follow.

«Why are you so sensitive about it? I won’t ask, but we both know you still use it» he gets up from the couch, getting to the sink to put the empty bawl inside.

«We say filthier things when we’re in bed!» he goes on from where he’s standing at. Your head is going to explode. It’s at times like this that you rethink about your life choices. From being sixteen and dumb, until you’re twenty four and ending up with sleeping with your best friend.

«In bed! Leave those for when we’re in bed!» you fight back, another pop corn getting shoved into your mouth.

«Okay,» he appears by your side «wanna go to bed so I can ask you?»

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Horizon (Part One)

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Summary: The way you approached life had started to break down Jungkook's emotional barriers. Jungkook couldn't deny that he was drawn to you in a way that was entirely new and unfamiliar. You had become more than just an assignment; you had become someone he genuinely cared about. It was the way you made him feel. With you, he felt more human than he had in a long time.

Despite his best efforts to remain detached, his heart had other plans.

Pairing: Angel!Jungkook x Reader (You)

Word count: 16k

People of different ages die every day, although being assigned the task of being around someone who is about to pass away soon, with the uncertainty of when it will happen, is not a role anyone would want to embrace.

Angels, Jungkook thought, weren't quite as heavenly as some humans portrayed them to be. Life in the celestial realm, at least before turning 25, could be described as marvellous, filled with curiosity and limitless freedom. However, the opinions of his fellow angels varied when it came to their heavenly duties. The first 25 years of an angel's existence were carefree. But as they crossed that threshold, they were destined to become one of the fallen, burdened with the responsibility of being around those who died rather than protecting them—a role that weighed heavy on their shoulders. Well... some of their shoulders.

It was the end of spring when Jungkook first met you.

Jungkook would carry the memory of his first encounter with him, an imprint etched into his mind and he wondered if it ever got easier. Even now, at the age of 27 and having fulfilled two previous assignments, he remained aware of his purpose, the thread that connected him to the lives he touched. He found comfort in the empathy that he could share with those he was assigned to.

Yet, that initial meeting to start things off always lingered as a haunting memory. The weight of his duty was never more apparent than during those moments of introduction.

The rules were clear, and Jungkook couldn't help but hold resentment toward his fellow fallen beings who approached their assignments with disregard. Angels were meant to ensure a painless passing, ensuring there was a balance between getting to know their assignments without revealing their true identity. A death that would be considered painless by the angels is only given if the angel gets to know their assignment. If discovered, both the assignment and the angel would meet the same fate.

The description of angels as a "wonderful species" in human eyes was questionable to Jungkook.

Jungkook's first assignment felt almost too straightforward. He assumed the role of a gardener for an elderly woman, despite having no prior experience in gardening. But tending to her garden proved simpler than he had anticipated. The woman had lived in isolation for six years, her husband's passing leaving her with no family to turn to. Jungkook took comfort in the fact that, at the very least, he could provide her with companionship in her final days. Over the course of two months, they formed a bond.

Then, the dreaded disaster week arrived, and he was by her side, attending to her needs just moments before her life gently slipped away. At least, it was a painless departure.

Jungkook's second assignment came just after he turned 26, and it felt quite different from his first. This time, he became involved in the life of Yoongi, a guy who produced music for a local band and played the guitar.

Their friendship had started naturally. Jungkook first met Yoongi at one of the band's concerts, and they became friends over drinks and late night talks about songwriting and whiskey. Even though Yoongi was older and wiser, Jungkook still learned a lot from him about how humans live. Jungkook had studied life on earth for 25 years before becoming one of the fallen, but there was always more to discover.

Watching Yoongi go was sad, and he'd say he lost his very first friend that day. He had spent many months with Yoongi, and for a while, he almost forgot the real reason he was there. Even though Jungkook didn't directly cause the end of his assignments' lives, knowing he was around them for that purpose was tough.

After Yoongi passed away, Jungkook quietly disappeared from the lives of the people he had met through Yoongi. They moved on, gradually forgetting the angel who had been a temporary presence, while focussing on how quickly Yoongi's health had declined. They would forget easily, but Jungkook couldn't. At least Yoongi's passing had been peaceful.

As soon as his role was fulfilled, it was as if he had never existed, leaving no trace of his presence behind. Every person he had met in his assignments, every life he had touched, had seemingly erased him from their memories. It was as if he were an invisible guardian, leaving no trace of his presence behind.

In the first few weeks of his assignment, Jungkook often just watched and learned. He tried to figure out the person he was assigned to, like their friends, daily habits, and when they had free time. This led him to a small video store in town, where he knew he would find you.

It was funny almost, how he met you in the season of rebirth.

The store he walked into had a unique atmosphere, one that Jungkook found quite appealing. He noticed that each column had a different movie category written on it. As he looked around, he saw that the store had a few customers, mostly young people in their twenties, which made him feel like he belonged there. Without thinking much, he wandered over to the horror section, running his fingers along the DVDs neatly arranged in alphabetical order.

"Hi" He heard a voice to his right and was greeted with a friendly smile and a body smaller than his broad one "Need any help with what you're looking for?"

The person to his side wore a uniform that he could tell belonged to the video store. A member of staff offering him any help that he may need to buy a movie that he definitely was not going to watch. He offered a smile in return before gazing back to the movies he was stood by.

"I have an idea..." He replied pursing his lips "Although help would be nice"

"No problem" As he glanced over at his new companion who stepped closer, his eyes quickly drifting to the name tag attached to the polo shirt that was worn "So what idea did you have in mind?"

"I'm searching for something new, maybe a franchise," Jungkook replied, his voice gentle. Y/n. It was you. His thoughts wandered briefly, contemplating if your kindness was genuine or just part of your customer service demeanour. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but return your smile.

"We have the conjuring series available in store I think? That's pretty popular at the moment" you informed him as you scanned the rows of movies. "But if not, I could check in the back for you," you offered. Jungkook pursed his lips slightly, considering his options

"What's your favourite?" Jungkook inquired, meeting your gaze with interest. "I'm sure the best recommendations come from those who are more familiar with the movies. So, which horror film would you recommend?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

His comment left you a little flustered. Get it together. You were only human! So no one could blame you for being slightly amused when a (very) attractive man asks you what your favourite horror was.

"I suppose some might disagree with my choice," you chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest. "But I'm a fan of the scream franchise," you admitted with a grin.

"A new one for me" He told you and your eyes widened slightly.

"Really? You haven't even seen the first one?" You expressed genuine surprise at his confession, prompting a chuckle from Jungkook. He had his hands tucked into the pockets of his bomber jacket while he replied.

"I don't usually drift towards the horror genre"

"What is it you usually like to watch then?" Nothing.

"I'm not picky, anything really" You nodded your head in understanding "Maybe I should find which genre suits me best. I guess that's what I'm looking for"

"I'd say start off slow" You told him "You don't want to go fully in and buy a whole set of DVD's for a franchise that you may not even watch or like. We do have a renting service available, so if you'd like to rent a movie from us then bring it back within two weeks, we could work from there and find what you like"

Jungkook decided that he liked hearing you talk.

"Sounds good to me" He replied, earning a bright smile in return.

"Great! Which one would you like to start with?"

"Show me this scream franchise"

Sometimes, Jungkook wondered why he had such a big heart. Why did he care so much? Why did he care so deeply? Wouldn't it be simpler to detach himself, to not form attachments with those he was assigned to guide? Perhaps it would be easier not to mourn them before moving on to the next assignment. After all, their fate would ultimately rest on his shoulders—his presence merely served to make their departure less painful. Then there was the guilt of knowing that they suffered because of him. Because he didn’t want to risk his own heart.

But what a lonely life that would be. He would only interact with certain people in his life, that was the aftermath of being one of the fallen. He wouldn’t meet anyone else outside of his assignments, none of them did. And even after then he would still be forgotten. When he thought about it properly, Jungkook couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness and isolation. He grows to care for the souls that he is assigned to, and yet, once his duty was done, he's easily forgotten. It was a lonely existence, one filled with unspoken goodbyes and forgotten moments.

As time passed, you found yourself encountering Jungkook more often since his initial visit. His visits to your workplace became a regular occurrence. He would occasionally quiz you about various movies and playfully tease you when you didn't know the answer (as if he knew everything). He always sought your recommendations, and you were more than happy to provide them. It was hard not to be charmed by him, and you were very quick on anticipating his return to the shop every shift you had, but you reminded yourself not to get too eager. After all, he was just a customer.

Jungkook had briefly met your roommate, Dylan, only because she had visited you at work one day while he was there, engaged in conversation with you. You had mentioned that you had been living together for about a year, but despite your short time as roommates, you both were exceptionally close. Dylan often teased you for being your only friend, which only strengthened your bond. She visited you at work frequently, aware that her presence typically made your day even better. On occasion, she brought you coffee or food, and Jungkook couldn't help but notice that her arrival made your smile shine.

In addition to Dylan, you had your coworkers, and Jungkook couldn't help but hide a smirk whenever he overheard their whispers. They often commented on how he conveniently visited the shop when you were working and how it seemed like he only spoke to you. The gossip among your coworkers only added to the intrigue surrounding his regular visits.

I think our little horror fanatic has a secret admirer is what one of them whispered one afternoon. If only they knew the real reason that he was around.

Jungkook didn't try to hide his visits. He intentionally came on the days when you were working and mostly talked to you. He didn't want to seem too eager, so he waited three days before coming back after your first meeting. After that, he kept coming back regularly.

On Thursdays, you worked late and were alone in the store for the last hour before closing. As it got dark outside, Jungkook was there to make sure you left the shop safely. He often watched from a hidden spot as you locked up before heading home. To anyone who noticed him, it might seem like he had other reasons for being there.

Jungkook didn't want to push things. He had learned from his past two assignments that there was no need to hurry. However, his job was unpredictable, and he never knew when disaster might happen. It could be tomorrow or even a year from now. But he found solace in the fact that he had made an effort, and that was enough for him.

In some ways, Jungkook hoped that you would be the one to initiate conversations with him. He could sense that you occasionally became flustered around him, even though you tried to conceal it. He noted that this could work in his favour.

As for you, you couldn't help but feel amazed that someone as good looking as Jungkook was taking an interest in you. It felt like luck was finally on your side this year.

Even if it didn't seem like things were progressing romantically between you and Jungkook, perhaps you could build a friendship. You had never experienced someone coming into the store as frequently as he did, which led you to question why he chose to engage with you instead of your coworkers. It was enjoyable to introduce him to various movies, especially in the horror genre, and you were pleasantly surprised when he ended up enjoying all of your recommendations. His transition from renting one movie during each visit to purchasing the entire set brought a bright grin to your face, especially the day he bought the scream franchise.

It had been almost a month since your first meeting, and your shift was coming to an end. Today was different, your supposed secret admirer hadn't visited. You didn't want to let yourself feel disappointed because you kept reminding yourself that he was just a regular customer, but it was the first time in a while that he hadn't shown up.

Janet, your coworker, leaned forwards with a mischievous glint in her eye and playfully suggested, "You know, Y/N, maybe you should ask for his number" You couldn't help but scoff at her idea, your focus on the stock list in your hands unwavering. Janet pressed on, her curiosity piqued. "Oh, come on. You're the one he always talks to when he's in here."

Your response was swift as you chuckled and met her gaze. "Janet, it's not like that," you assured her, attempting to downplay any romantic ideas she might have “He’s only interested in horror which is why it's only me that he talks to” Was your reply, but apparently it wasn’t good enough for Janet.

But Janet's grin only became more playful. "Y/N, seriously, you should consider asking for his number. It's not just the horror that he's interested in" You met her eyes before shaking your head.

"Janet, it's not like that," you added, attempting to dismiss the notion of any romantic interest. Or any interest at all.

“The signs are all there… you just don’t see it as well as we do”

"You're suggesting that I ask a customer for his number?" You posed the question, raising an eyebrow at Janet. She nodded, her expression suggesting that it was the most natural thing in the world "Some people might be comfortable with that, but not me," you explained.

"It's not about comfort; it's about confidence" Janet replied, her tone lighthearted which earned her a chuckle from you "What could go wrong? He says no, you get a little embarrassed, but then you move the fuck on. At least you tried!" she added, her words laced with a carefree attitude

"We don't even know if he's single" you pointed out with a small laugh. Janet waved off your concern with a dismissive gesture. "Janet, I don't even know his name!" You couldn't help but find the conversation amusing, and you suspected she wasn't the only coworker thinking along these lines.

"That's why you have to make the first move!" Janet insisted, her determination evident. It was clear she wasn't giving up on her matchmaking idea, but you remained stubborn in your decision not to ask a stranger for his number.

"He hasn't actually shown that he's interested in me, he only ever asks about the movies, nothing else" you explained as you rounded the desk yourself. Placing the stock list on the wooden surface in front of her, you raised your eyebrows, your tone conveying your point clearly. "So, I am making no move" you concluded, underscoring your reluctance to take the initiative with someone who seemed solely interested in film recommendations.

"What a waste" Janet sighed, her shoulders visibly deflating with disappointment. You couldn't help but snicker at her reaction "You might regret it" she warned with a playful grin, still hopeful that you might change your mind.

“We'll see" you replied with a smile, leaving the possibility open without making any commitments

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It was Saturday morning when it happened. Jungkook was heading to the public library to return a book that he had been reading, and he took a double glance at someone occupying a table in the corner, and he couldn't believe his eyes. It was as if an invisible force had drawn him closer to you. Angel fate, huh? In the corner you sat, typing away furiously at your laptop. An empty plastic water bottle and a sandwich package that was meant for one rather than two suggested that you had been here for a while. Your eyebrows were furrowed, a crease resting on your features as you lightly bopped to the music playing through your headphones. You were utterly engrossed in your typing, your face softly illuminated by the glow of the screen.

Jungkook couldn't help but watch you for a brief moment before realising that he should move before someone caught him staring. He relied on his stomper boots to carry him toward your table, and despite his proximity, you remained engrossed in your work, not yet aware of his approach. Anxious that you might find him strange for standing and staring, he gently waved his hand in front of him, hoping to catch your attention. Your gaze shifted from annoyance at the disturbance to curiosity as you looked at him for a brief second. With a brighter expression, you removed your headphones, signalling that you finally noticed him.

"Hi," Jungkook spoke first, a friendly smile on his face. "It's y/n, right?"

"Yeah, hi" you replied, still appearing somewhat bewildered by his unexpected presence. Jungkook could understand your surprise. After all, in your eyes, he was just a regular customer.

“Gotta admit, it's kind of weird to see you out of the shop” Jungkook replied, chuckling and it seemed to squeeze one out of you too. Well of course it's weird Jungkook.. and now she might think that you're stalking her!

“You too” Thankfully for the angel, his words seemed to elicited a chuckle from you. You didn't seem too bothered about seeing him in the library. You nodded towards the book in his hands before leaning forwards in your seat "Borrowing a book?”

“Returning actually" He told you, shrugging his shoulders "I'm sure they’re getting sick of me being here, I'm here almost every week borrowing something new”

"I wish I was into reading that much" You admitted.

He had enjoyed reading before he became one of the fallen. Earth had it's share of good books, but they couldn't quite compare to the ones he used to read. He mostly stuck to the same genre of books and was particularly interested in how human writers perceived his home. He was also intrigued how they perceived angels like him.

"I learned to love it," Jungkook replied lightly tapping the hardback book with his fingers. A small smirk graced his features before he met your eyes again, his tone slightly teasing. "Plus, I have to give myself something to do when I'm not busy with your movie recommendations" he added.

At that comment, your cheeks heated up, but thankfully they didn't turn pink. You couldn't help but blush a bit. If Janet heard about this conversation right now, she'd probably be urging you to make a move. It's not just the horror that he's interested in she had said. As much as you could fantasise about it, you couldn't quite convince yourself that he was coming into the shop just to see you. That would be too bizarre. But, seeing him here right now on your day off, it did feel like someone up there was looking out for you. You were sure this was Janet's manifestation in some way.

“Do you work at all?” Was all you could reply, moving past the heat on your cheeks and you hoped that he didn’t think the question was rude or intrusive, but when you saw him smile shyly before shaking his head at your question you were relieved to know it wasn't.

“Only when they need me.. but I'm in my last year of university” A lie “Thankfully I'm always up to date with my uni work, even if I don't attend the lectures” At this you laughed, which made Jungkook smile brightly.

“Busier than me that’s for sure”

Jungkook wished he could say why he was here. He wished that he could tell all his assignments the reason he's around them, but he didn't want to die... and he surely didn't want his assignments to die painfully because of him. That's not something he could have on his mind. He didn't want a guilty conscious.

"What are you up to?" Jungkook nodded towards your laptop before taking a seat across from you at the table. He hoped you didn't mind, but as you didn't ask him to move, he relaxed into the seat slightly, eager to continue the conversation.

“My resume…” You sighed, your shoulders deflating slightly and his eyebrows raised “My old one is a little bit outdated... so if I want to go looking for a new job, I need to update it as soon as. I can now add work experience which I didn't have much of before, and my age has changed a lot since I last wrote this” He smiled at your light tone.

“You want a different job?” He questioned, and you met his eyes before he panicked at his question “I don't mean to intrude”

“No! No, you’re fine don't worry” You assured him, and this time it was his shoulders that relaxed “I do… but then I don't. I love my job, and even more recently, but I feel like I can do more you know? I want to do more” You don't tell him that you've been enjoying your job recently because of him, because that would be weird... right?

“What job did you have in mind?”

“I've always wanted to do nannying” Your voice was soft as you spoke, and it seemed like you were almost lost in your thoughts “I used to babysit my cousins before I was hired in the video store… but then they got too old, I went full time and moved out and now I’m here”

“I’m sure you’ll get there one day”

Jungkook's face turned slightly as the conversation continued, a small thought entering his mind of the knowledge he held about your future but he quickly caught himself. He noticed you fiddling with your hands on the table, and a strong desire to reach out and take them into his own before urging you to pursue all your dreams while there was still time. But he couldn't. You leant forward, unaware of his battling thoughts and pointed at the book beneath his hand, a warm smile on your face.

“What book did you read?” Jungkook shook his head, hiding the book slightly underneath his hands.

“Oh uhm.. it’s nothing interesting”

“No please” You urged him, and it was his cheeks that burnt a little this time “Tell me”

“It’s Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick” He told you, fingers skimming over the cover gently “I'm surprised they had it to be honest, it’s one that I’ve been meaning to read”

Another lie. Jungkook has read this book four times already.

“What’s it about?” It warmed his heart slightly that you genuinely seemed interested. You were too good.

"Angels.." Jungkook began, meeting your eyes with a hint of hesitation. "It's about a girl, Nora Grey, who falls in love with an angel named Patch, who fell from heaven and becomes her guardian" he explained.

"Sounds beautiful” Is what you told him, and he smiled sweetly.

“It is”

In a way, you were his Nora Grey. Except he wasn’t there to save you, he was there to be with you when die.

"It's nice to listen to other people's interests" you shared honestly, diverting his attention from his thoughts. This time, Jungkook leaned forward, eager to hear more from you. "These days I spend most of my time talking about my favourite movies, so I enjoy hearing about other things and what others are passionate about" you added.

"If it makes you feel better, I really enjoy hearing about your favourite movies," He replied with a hint of flirtation, his eyes sparkling with interest as you met his gaze.

You did blush at that. Somehow you thought Janet had told him to say all these sweet nothings to you.

“Thank you…” You trailed off slightly, and he furrowed his eyebrows at your distracted eyes as you stared him down “I realised I don’t know your name”

Jungkook couldn't help but feel a bit foolish at that moment. He had been into your shop countless times, engaged in conversations with you, and even knew your name. And your fate. Yet here he was, sitting in the public library with you, discussing interests, and he still hadn't told you his name. If he truly wanted to get to know you better, he realised that it would have been helpful to let you know his name.

“It's Jungkook” He told you, a gentle smile on your face as he did “My names Jungkook”

“Jungkook…” He liked the way it rolled off your tongue “Nice to officially meet you, Jungkook”

“You too, y/n” He replied, then suddenly felt bold as you met his eyes again “Are you nearly done with your resume?”

“Almost but.. I can ask Dylan to run through it with me” You replied truthfully, pushing your laptop away slightly “Why do you ask?”

“Well if I go return this book.. maybe we could grab a coffee?” He questioned, and god you knew you had a lot to tell Janet next time you were in work. You thought about how happy she would be, and how she'd throw I told you so's at you. As you hesitated to respond, Jungkook nervously gulped and leaned back slightly, adding “Only if you’re comfortable though.. I know it's a bit weird you meeting a customer out of work and–"

“I’d love to” You reply was urgent, and he relaxed slightly at your eager tone. You shared a smile before nodding your head “I’d love to grab a coffee with you, Jungkook”

The air was crisp, and you both found yourselves in the quiet corners of the cafe that wasn't far from the library you both occupied not too long ago. Although you had crossed paths a few times before while you worked, you had never truly spoken to each other properly until now. Now you were both sat here together. With you no longer in your work clothes and the realisation that Jungkook was more than just a customer, the atmosphere between you both felt noticeably different.

"You know, if you're into the horror I recommend and you like reading, you should definitely check out some horror novels" You started the conversation once you were sat down in the corner, your drinks had been ordered and now it was down to you both to kill time until they arrive. Jungkook met your gaze after you were both seated "They're just as interesting and sometimes better than the films"

"And do you have any recommendations for books I should read?" He leant forwards and you nodded eagerly.

"Easiest start would be any Stephen King novel" You told him.

"That name I am familiar with" He replied, and you found yourself chuckling at his comment.

"I should hope so... he's extremely popular" He grinned at you before you continued "But there's a whole world of unsettling stories beyond King. If he's not the one for you, you should try some lesser known gems"

"Stephen King fan, are we?" His tone was teasing.

"There's something about his stories that just gets under your skin, you know?" You admitted, looking down at your hands before fiddling with your fingers. Jungkook noticed that you do this a lot. Your drinks arrived shortly after that, and you thanked the waitress in unison.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I get what you mean," he replied, his gaze fixed on you "Tell me more..."

"There's this... specific way that he has the ability to tap into our deepest fears" You replied, and his face showed impression which motivated you to carry on "It's like he knows how to crawl into your mind and make you question everything. I like that sort of stuff, and it's what makes his stories so unforgettable"

"So... it's not just about the scares for you?" He questioned, and you tilted your head "It's about the thrill?"

"Yeah.. yeah that would be a good way to put it" Was he getting even hotter or were you just insane?

You continued to talk animatedly about your favourite horror novels and movies, feeling a sense of gratitude that Jungkook was not only listening but seemed genuinely interested in your likes. You had to admit, it was rare to find someone who shared a passion for this particular genre, and you couldn't help but appreciate the interest he had. This marked a change from the numerous times you had heard that people who watched horror because they wanted to were considered weird.

Yet, as you spoke, a nagging feeling crept in. You couldn't shake the notion that you might be bothering him with your enthusiasm, even though he kept asking you more about your interests. You would pause occasionally, your words trailing off, as if seeking reassurance that you weren't being too overbearing. Jungkook, however, was far from bothered. In fact, he was slightly captivated by your enthusiasm and the sparkle in your eyes when you spoke about your favourite horror stories. He found himself being drawn to your passion slightly.

Despite your babbling, you couldn't help but be intrigued by the mysterious stranger who had just become a part of your life.

"So, Jungkook," You began, your voice soft and inviting, "tell me more about yourself. We've only ever talked about movies and books.. and me"

Jungkook met your gaze, his dark eyes holding secrets that he could never reveal "Well, there's not much to tell" he replied, a trace of emptiness in his voice "I lead a pretty ordinary life. Uni keeps me busy, and so does work... whenever they need me"

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook's work involved assignments that were far from ordinary. Even if the fallen were allowed to, how would he ever explain that his work involved getting to know someone so he could ensure that they don't die a painful death? And that getting to know you was just a duty for him?

As you chatted with Jungkook, you couldn't help but feel that you'd shared a lot about yourself, but you hadn't learned much about him. The only insights you had were that he had a part time job that wasn't specified, he was in his last year of university, and he had an interest in reading books. While you didn't want to be too nosy, you just wished to know more about his life and experiences.

Plus Janet would kick your ass if she found out you didn't ask more.

"Jungkook," you said with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up as he drank his coffee "You've been a good listener... but please tell me, do you have any hobbies or something that you're interested in? Give us a break from the movies?"

At this he chuckled before nodding his head and placing his mug down on the table. He looked slightly bashful before admitting, "Well, I do have a thing for music"

"Singing? Or playing?"

Jungkook's gaze drifted momentarily, his thoughts turning to his past. "Both? I guess. I like songwriting too... maybe it's just music in general" he began "My interest for music... I've learned a lot about it from someone special to me. Friend named Yoongi"

Your curiosity was piqued, and you leaned in intrigued "Yoongi? Tell me more about him. Is he a musician too?"

Jungkook's smile faded slightly as he thought of Yoongi "Yeah, Yoongi's an amazing musician," he replied, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "He taught me so much about music, from writing lyrics to composing melodies. We used to spend hours jamming together and creating music... and drinking whiskey"

You smiled brightly, and Jungkook noticed your eyes sparkled with interest, and you asked "Is he still in the music industry? I'd love to hear his work someday"

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, his gaze distant and you noticed this almost immediately "No, actually," he said softly "Yoongi... he moved away a while ago. We lost touch, but I'll always carry around everything he taught me"

"Well," you began, a playful glint in your eye, "maybe one day you could produce something and show it to me"

Your words hung in the air, and you could feel Jungkook's gaze intensify as he locked onto you. It was a playful flirtation, a subtle hint at a deeper connection that you hoped to explore. The tension between you lightened, and Jungkook's lips curled into a small smirk in response to your comment. He narrowed his eyes, as if he were considering your proposition with a newfound curiosity.

Jungkook's smirk deepened, and he leaned in even closer, his voice low and filled with a hint of playful charm "Oh... but you'll have to promise to be my biggest fan" he replied, and you felt bashful for a moment "I'll make sure to save the best melodies just for you"

Oh Janet your world is about to be blown.

As the conversation between you both flowed, there was a subtle shift in the air as the day got older. After a few more drinks were drank, you decided to make a small gesture. When the moment came to settle the bill, you insisted on paying for both your drinks, your determination firm despite Jungkook's protests.

As you thanked the waitress for her service, Jungkook chuckled, a glint in his eyes "You really didn't have to do that, you know" he said, shaking his head.

You smiled, your gaze locked with his after your purse was put away safely "Consider it a down payment for our next coffee date" You replied, your words registering only seconds after you said it.

A date? You thought to yourself, your mind racing Why would you call it a date? He hadn't stated that it was a date. It was just a simple run in that turned into a polite conversation over coffee!

Jungkook's eyes sparkled mischievously as he leaned in a bit closer, his tone playfully teasing "Wait a minute," he said, his voice laced with amusement as you looked over at him in panic "Are you implying that this was a date?" Shit.

"I mean... I just—" You began, your words stumbling over each other as Jungkook continued to raise his eyebrows in a playful manner, clearly enjoying your flustered state. Your panic began to overshadow his playful attitude as you struggled to find the right words "I wasn't—"

Jungkook couldn't help but tease you a bit more "Well, it can be... if you want it to be" Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn't help but sink slightly in your chair, feeling a mixture of excitement and anticipation "Although, I'd like to take you somewhere much nicer for a proper date"

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Jungkook left the coffee shop together side by side. He offered to walk you home, and you had accepted his offer eagerly, determined to spend more time with him now that he had mentioned going on a proper date with you. Your footsteps echoed on the sidewalk, a steady rhythm that mirrored the pounding of your heart.

Jungkook, on the other hand, grappled with the knowledge that his time with you was limited.

As he contemplated the idea of a proper date with you, he couldn't help but wrestle with the consequences he might face if he did delve into romance with you. There weren't any specific 'angel' rules that forbade romantic relationships or intimacy with humans. He had heard stories of angels engaging in romantic and sexual activities with their assignments. However, for him personally, it wasn't something he wanted to pursue. He knew that allowing himself to become emotionally entangled with a human could lead to complications he wasn't prepared for.

He already had a big enough heart. He didn't want that to be damaged.

As you both reached your doorstep, your journey for today came to an end. No hug or kiss was exchanged, and no physical contact at all was passed between you both, but the air around you was charged with a different kind of connection. Well, to you it was. As Jungkook disappeared into the night once you were inside, the tension in the air lingered, a reminder of the uncertain path you were taking.

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As days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, Jungkook's visits to your workplace became an everyday occurrence. Sometimes he would even visit at the end of your shift, just so the two of you could grab coffee together and extend your time together. Your friendship was growing stronger with each passing day, and you found yourself looking forward to his visits with eager anticipation.

You had met Jungkook at the end of spring, and as summer arrived, your friendship with him continued to grow. He had also gotten to know Dylan much better and was introduced to her boyfriend, Seokjin. For Jungkook, this was a common occurrence—being introduced to his assignments' friends as he spent more time in their lives.

One summer night in particular was special to you. It was the night when you could finally admit to yourself that you had indeed caught feelings for Jungkook. His frequent visits to your workplace, his constant need for your movie recommendations (which had now expanded beyond horror), your coffee conversations that you both took turns paying for, and his occasional flirty comments had made it almost impossible for you not to develop feelings for him. Your heart raced at the thought of him, and you couldn't deny the growing attraction you had for him.

Jungkook found himself at your home, where you lived with Dylan. It was a stroke of luck that Jungkook had ended up here. He had come into your work one day while you were discussing your plans for the evening with Dylan. Upon noticing his presence, Dylan had immediately extended an invitation to him, reassuring him that Jin would also be there and Jungkook had gladly accepted.

You were yet to tell Dylan about your feelings, but you gathered that she knew already.

Seokjin had recommended a movie that night once the food had been finished. The Matrix, an old one but classic one, is how he described it and he almost fainted at Jungkook's confession that he had never seen it before. As the movie played on, your feelings began to intensify at the smallest of interactions. You were seated on one of the two seater sofas with Jungkook, your eyes trained on the movie while Dylan and Seokjin occupied the other. The couple cuddled together, not too close due to the humid air but still maintaining a light touch. Jungkook was sitting a short distance away from you, but you could still feel his body heat next to you. It was comforting to have his broad figure beside your own. And god was he broad...

You had felt him fidget at first, wondering if he was about to get up and excuse himself to the bathroom or maybe to get a drink, but when his arm slowly but surely extended to the back of the sofa so it rested behind your head, your whole body overheated. You couldn't help but feel like a schoolgirl who had just been noticed by her crush because of the way that your body reacted, and you silently pleaded with yourself not to give in to the urge to smile at his gesture, trying to maintain your composure.

Your bodies had both drifted towards each other more after that, and by the time the movie was over you were snuggled into his side and his arm was lazily draped around your shoulder instead of the sofa. If he was affected by the humid air and the closeness you shared he didn't say, nor did he push you away. It was the most physical contact that you had shared with Jungkook since you had gotten to know him, and it felt surreal. You felt so pathetic but so good at the same time.

It wasn't brought up again after, but it still lingered in your mind.

Jungkook was well aware of the attraction you felt toward him, but he couldn't allow it to blossom into something more on his end. His duty was clear, and as was his preferences. He felt like he was leading you on with every conversation, every smile, every flirtatious comment. Yet, he couldn't deny the desire to bring happiness and excitement into your life, even if it was for your last days. Whenever that would be.

The internal struggle weighed heavily on Jungkook. He knew that he had to keep a certain distance, to not let his own emotions get in the way of his responsibility. He also couldn't help but feel like he was robbing you of something beautiful, something that had the potential to grow into a deeper, meaningful relationship. While he was aware of your feelings, he didn't harbor any, other than the empathy that he usually shared for his assignments.

But then summer passed, and he was still to ask you out on that date.

You had woken up bright and early one Thursday morning in autumn, eager to start work. No reason as to why...

You were in the kitchen, preparing your morning coffee, when Dylan came strolling in, with Seokjin hot on her heels. They were both dressed in matching halloween pyjama's, and the sight of them made you giggle. You knew that Jin must have gone through some effort to convince Dylan to wear matching pyjama's with him. She wasn't one to openly show affection often, but it was very easy for Jin to squeeze it out of her every now and then.

Dylan's expression was a mix of playful annoyance and amusement as she shot Seokjin a mock glare. He grinned back at her, looking unapologetic for his attempt at getting her into matching pajamas before he made his way into the living room and Dylan stood beside you.

"Tonight still on, I assume?" Dylan questioned, her tired eyes on you as you started preparing more coffee for both of them. You nodded in response, a bright grin spreading across your face as you recalled your plans for the evening.

"Yes, we are" You told her.

"Is Jungkook still coming?" It was an innocent question, but if only Dylan knew the power his name had over you.

"I think so" You hoped he was "He's meeting me tonight after work.. we can pick up the food on our way back"

"Sounds good..." Dylan replied, her thoughts drifting elsewhere. She had a knack for reading people, especially you, and it was becoming increasingly apparent to her how deeply Jungkook's presence was affecting you. She could tell very easily that he was becoming someone important to you, she could tell he had easily swooned you.. but Dylan remained uncertain about his intentions and feelings.

Dylan couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Jungkook's story than met the eye. She had observed your growing connection and couldn't deny that he seemed genuinely interested in you, but there were moments when she detected a layer of guardedness in his demeanor. It was as though he was holding back something, a secret that he couldn't share. As your close friend, she wanted to ensure your happiness and she couldn't help but be a bit protective.

With those thoughts in mind, Dylan sipped her coffee and decided to let you enjoy the anticipation of your evening plans.

Work was terribly busy. You shouldn't have been shocked, after all customers usually flocked in at the beginning of October in search of horror movies. It was a common occurrence for people to watch a horror movie a day on the build up to halloween, and as busy as it was you couldn't help but love every second of it. The halloween decorations that were scattered around made you feel overwhelmed with joy, and anyone who paid attention could tell that this was your favourite time of year.

The store was filled with eager customers, their eyes scanning the shelves for the perfect horror flick to kickstart their halloween countdown. You found joy in assisting them, recommending classics and hidden gems, all while sharing your enthusiasm for the genre. Your coworkers hustled alongside you, each of you contributing to the spirited atmosphere.

But as the day wore on, you couldn't help but steal glances at the clock, counting down the hours.

It wasn't too special of a night, but one that took you back to that summer night where you ended up being cosied up with Jungkook. Plus you were all indulging in a horror film, one that you've seen many times, but you'd always treat it as your first time seeing it. You knew that the familiarity of the film only added to the cozy atmosphere, as you, Dylan, and Seokjin would settle in for a night of scares and laughter. Jungkook's presence would only add an extra layer of warmth to the gathering.

The day ended quickly (or so you convinced yourself), and with a half hour remaining in your shift, you decided to make the most of it. You picked up a box of DVDs and began organising, placing them carefully on their designated shelves. As you worked, the occasional sound of a car passing by and the distant hum of the city filled the air, creating a serene backdrop for your thoughts.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had arrived earlier that night. Jungkook had been quietly keeping an eye on you from a distance as he often did on Thursday nights. It had become somewhat of a routine for him to ensure your safety, even though you were unaware of his nightly visits.

This particular Thursday night was different. As the darkness enveloped the streets, Jungkook noticed three unfamiliar men lingering outside the shop.

A sense of unease washed over him, not recognising these three men and concerned as to why they were outside the store so close to the closing time and it looked much more sinister when the halloween decorations of your shop were added in. It was unusual, and he couldn't help but feel concerned about their presence, especially when he held the knowledge that you were inside on your own.

Standing across the street, Jungkook continued to watch them linger outside the store. He watched as the men exchanged hushed words and cast furtive glances toward the entrance. They seemed out of place, loitering on the dimly lit sidewalk. Trying not to jump to conclusions, he watched them closely, praying that they would move along. However, his worry escalated when they finally decided to enter the shop.

Jungkook waited for ten agonising minutes, but there was no sign of the three men leaving.

He kept stealing glances from around him, to see if anyone was around, to see if anyone else would enter the store, but no one did. Jungkook couldn't shake off the growing sense of dread that was tightening its grip on his chest. Ten minutes felt like an eternity, and the absence of any movement from the shop only fuelled his concern. He knew he couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

His heart raced as he realised that you were inside.

Finally, unable to wait any longer and with a surge of determination, he rushed toward the store. It seemed like his feet couldn't carry him any faster, and he began to feel like he should have made this move the minute the men entered the store... but what if nothing was wrong? What if their intentions were harmless? What if he was overthinking?

As he pushed the door open, the eerie jingle of the bell filled the air, and he stepped inside, immediately spotting you near the movie shelves, clutching a DVD tightly in your hand as there was a half empty box beside your feet.

His heart sank at the sight of you looking so tense, with one of the men standing too close for comfort while the other two lurked menacingly in the back of the store, their intentions unclear. His instincts kicked in, and he knew he had to remain calm, for both your sakes. Without hesitation, Jungkook stepped forward, his presence commanding attention after the door was closed behind him. The men turned to face him, surprise flashing in their eyes as they hadn't expected anyone else to be in the store. Jungkook's gaze locked onto you for a moment, silently reassuring you that he was there.

"Gentleman..." He began, all eyes now on him "Is there a problem here?" Jungkook asked, his voice steady but laced with a warning that brooked no nonsense.

"There's no problem here," The man in front of you spoke first, his tone condescending "We're just browsing" As Jungkook gained the mans attention, you seized the opportunity to step back, placing some distance between yourself and the intruders.

Jungkook didn't buy their act for a second. "Browsing at this hour, with such a limited selection? Seems a bit odd, doesn't it?"

He maintained eye contact with the man, refusing to let them think they could intimidate him. Their attempts to intimidate were growing increasingly desperate, but Jungkook stood firm, his confidence unshaken.

"Why don't you just mind your business?" Jungkook now had the mans full attention, his tone of voice was now mocking and a sly grin crept onto his face, one that Jungkook would have loved to deal with. Jungkook's eyes met your figure, but now your interest was in the floor beneath you, and your fingers were white from gripping the DVD in your hand. You seemed too overwhelmed to meet his gaze.

"I'll mind my business when your business doesn't involve making her uncomfortable" The man's sly grin wavered, replaced by a hint of uncertainty as Jungkook's words hung in the air. The two men lingering in the back of the store exchanged uneasy glances. They had expected an easy target, not this new addition who refused to back down.

The tension in the small shop continued to mount. Jungkook was determined not to back down, and despite the mens attempts at intimidation, he stood his ground, knowing that your safety depended on it.

The men suddenly found amusement in the situation, their disrespectful laughter grating on Jungkook's nerves. Their cruel glances toward you only fuelled his anger, but he maintained his composure. You hoped with all your might that the situation wouldn't escalate any further and that Jungkook wouldn't get hurt. You knew that he was most likely capable of handling himself, but the presence of these three menacing figures was undeniably unnerving. The mans laughter didn't last long as he grew frustrated by Jungkook's unyielding demeanour.

"You don't know who you're dealing with, kid" he hissed menacingly. Jungkook felt like laughing back in his face. That old chestnut.

"I don't care who you are" He replied back swiftly, taking a step further into the shop "It's quite clear that you're not just hanging around or browsing, and that's a problem for me"

"Look why don't you just fuck off and go bother someone else" He scoffed.

"I could say the same for you"

It was clear that Jungkook was bothering these men. The leader of the three men exchanged a glance with his companions, his earlier arrogance replaced by a growing unease. The atmosphere in the shop shifted, and it became evident that they had underestimated the situation.

As Jungkook continued to hold his ground, you lifted your head up and watched Jungkook with a mixture of relief and admiration. His determination was shining brightly, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence in this unsettling moment.

The men had been bothering you. You had tried not to worry too much when you had heard the bell ring, allowing you to understand that someone had entered the shop and you had looked up and met their eyes. Everything about their aura signalled danger, and in all your time in closing the store you had never experienced this. You had never experienced this sort of situation before, it was usually something you read of in stories or watched in the movies and the reality of it had sent a chill down your spine.

The DVD in your hand was a comfort when one of then men had continuously questioned you on why you were alone. Along with condescending questions about different horror movies, and how he mocked the girls in the movies who were alone at night before they are murdered. You weren't sure what their intentions were, but when Jungkook stormed in the store you knew you could finally breathe.

As the tension in the room reached its peak, the men finally made a move.

Seeing that their tactics weren't working as planned, the leader took a step back, reevaluating the situation. "Fine," he grumbled, his frustration evident as he sneered at Jungkook "Looks like you're spoiling our fun, mate. We'll be back another night when there won't be any interruptions"

The man was now in front of Jungkook, and it was clear who was the bigger man. You knew that Jungkook was broad, but in comparison to the man that had been bothering you, it really put how broad he actually was into perspective. Jungkook wasn't intimidated at all when the man seemed to get up in his face, sending him a scoff.

In the silent standoff, both parties sized each other up, and the tension in the shop grew thicker with each passing second. It felt like an eternity to you and Jungkook, but finally, the men decided to leave.

After they exited the shop, the tension in the air began to dissipate, and you were the first to take action, much to Jungkook's surprise. The DVD was chucked back in the box almost immediately, and you locked the door instantly, turning over the Open sign to Closed before the blinds were closed. Jungkook watched you as your shoulder deflated, as if he could see all the tension float in the air and leave your body. He grateful in that moment, thinking about the fact that you had both emerged from the situation unharmed.

The quiet tension in the shop lingered for a moment, and you remained near the door, your back turned to Jungkook. He watched you carefully, sensing your unease as you began to fidget with your hands. It was a familiar action of yours, one that he had come to recognise over the time he had known you.

"Y/N?" Jungkook spoke softly, his demeanour shifting from the assertive one he had displayed earlier. At the sound of his voice, you turned around to meet his gaze, your hands still fiddling nervously. His concern was evident as he asked "Are you okay?"

You let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of the recent encounter finally sink in now that the immediate danger had passed. Meeting Jungkook's caring eyes, you nodded slowly "Yeah, I... I think I'm okay now. Thanks to you"

"I'm glad you're alright" He spoke, stepping even closer to you "You handled it well"

Your response was self-deprecating, and you couldn't help but glance down at the floor, still fidgeting with your hands "I didn't handle shit..." you muttered.

Jungkook couldn't help but smile softly at your candid response. He knew that you were likely shaken by the encounter, and he wanted to offer some comfort. Without hesitation, he took the initiative and gently held your trembling hands in his own and you breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey..." Jungkook's voice remained soft and reassuring as he held your hands, his warmth enveloping you and easing your tension. He met your gaze, his eyes filled with understanding and care as yours filled a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability "You're okay"

Your response was equally soft, your voice barely above a whisper "I'm okay," He nodded gently, his proximity comforting you "Thank you, Jungkook" Jungkook smiled warmly at you, his eyes filled with a sense of connection and reassurance.

Jungkook's warm and reassuring presence had a profound effect on you, and you couldn't help but appreciate the depth of your connection in that moment. With a shared understanding and a sense of vulnerability acknowledged between you, you both stood there for a moment longer, taking solace in each other's company.

Finally, Jungkook gently released your hands and took a step back, his smile still in place "Let's get out of here and take you home, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a renewed sense of calm and looking forward to a night of relaxation and distraction with your friends. You weren't sure if you were going to tell Dylan about what happened tonight, in fear of worrying her, but you know that you would ask your boss for another coworker to close Thursdays off with you.

Together, you left the shop, leaving behind the unsettling events of the evening, and headed toward a more peaceful ahead. That night, Jungkook didn't place his arm on your shoulder, but instead held your hand in his own. The change in Jungkook's gesture didn't go unnoticed by you. As you settled into his side, you felt a sense of closeness and intimacy that was different from before. His hand gently holding yours beneath the shared blanket that provided the perfect cover, ensuring that Dylan wouldn't notice the way his fingers threaded through your own. With the movie playing in the background, you found comfort in this unspoken closeness.

The memory of that favourite summer night when his arm was around your shoulder, had its own special place in your heart, but this new gesture felt equally meaningful, if not more so. The tension from earlier in the night slowly melted away, replaced by a sense of security as you enjoyed the movie together, hand in hand.

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Jungkook was in trouble.

He had always approached his assignments with detachment, or as much as he could. He understood the rules and the nature of his role, he was there to watch over and spend time with his assignments, but he personally didn't want to get emotionally involved.

He couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between you and his previous assignment. Yoongi had been a music producer, older and wiser, and his interactions with him had been filled with discussions about music and life. It had been a friendship built on shared interests and mutual respect.

And it hurt him when Yoongi died. It still does.

He had watched as Yoongi's health deteriorated, and despite his best efforts to provide comfort and support, there was nothing he could do to prevent the inevitable. Yoongi had been more than an assignment; he had been a friend, and a source of wisdom in Jungkook's life. The loss of Yoongi had left a void that Jungkook couldn't fill, no matter how much he tried to distract himself with his duties. It was a reminder of the fragility of human life and the burden he carried as one of the fallen.

You... you were different to Yoongi.

Your vibrant personality, your passion for movies and novels, and the way you approached life had started to break down Jungkook's emotional barriers. Jungkook couldn't deny that he was drawn to you in a way that was entirely new and unfamiliar. You had become more than just an assignment; you had become someone he genuinely cared about, a person he genuinely enjoyed spending time with.

As he spent more time with you, he couldn't deny the changes happening within him. At first, it was a subtle shift in his emotions. He found himself looking forward to his conversations with you and just spending time together. He enjoyed making you laugh, he enjoyed the way you flustered at his comments or the looks he gave you, or the proximity you shared on frequent movie nights.

But it wasn't just the enjoyment of your company; it was the way his heart skipped a beat whenever you were around or met his eyes. The warmth that spread through him when your fingers accidentally brushed, and how he almost blushed whenever he felt bold and held your fidgeting hands in his own. It was the way he worried about your safety and well-being more than he ever had for any other assignment. It was the way you made him feel. With you, he felt more human than he had in a long time, and it both scared and thrilled him.

Jungkook realised he was catching feelings for you, and quickly. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, his heart had other plans.

The pain of losing Yoongi was something that Jungkook carried with him every day. Even now, as he was caught in the whirlwind of emotions that came with his growing feelings for you. Each day brought a growing realisation that he was in trouble, but he couldn't bring himself to distance himself from you. Instead, he found himself wanting to be closer, to share more moments, and to experience life with you in ways he had never allowed himself before. He had already fallen for you, and there was no turning back.

He pondered his feelings everyday, even now when he was beside you as you both watched The Conjuring days before Halloween, his mind was elsewhere. This movie took him back to his first meeting with you, and how you told him it was popular but he never got round to watching it. Unluckily for his feelings, it was just the both of you occupying the house tonight.

Dylan had been more than happy to oblige your request to spend the evening with Jin, which left you with a sense of gratitude. You had practically kicked her out the door with the plans you had in mind. Still, despite your eagerness for some alone time, nerves fluttered in your stomach. You were nervous, so very nervous. You almost felt sick. Nerves mixed with excitement running through your body and you could only hope that the night goes the way you wanted it to.

Jungkook had arrived about an hour ago, and you were now halfway through the movie. You couldn't help but notice how distant he seemed, and you had wanted to ask him if anything was wrong, but he sent you a reassuring smile every now and then to make you think that he was okay. You had to calm yourself down before you did anything. You almost, almost, pulled out. Almost told yourself to stop before it went any further… but then you thought fuck it, why shouldn’t I try? If you were faced with rejection, you’d take it with pride and act like tonight never ever happened.

And you could only hope that he would do the same.

If it did go the way you hoped — then you would have a lot to talk about with him. A lot to clear, a lot to admit and come to terms with. You were prepared for that, at least you thought you were, you were ready to listen and be honest about how you felt. Again, it was just down to you to hope that Jungkook would do the same.

You had excused yourself to the bathroom, peeling yourself from the couch and the warmth he radiated by your side and the movie you had started watching. You felt bad for taking his attention from the film that he looked quite interested in whenever he didn't seem distant, but then again, he hopefully wouldn’t notice how long you would take to prepare yourself.

God. God what were you thinking? No, no you had to be brave. You wanted this, you did! The more you thought about it the more the excitement pushed out the nerves. You thought that you were okay, until you looked at yourself in the mirror and felt your heart drop.

You had never worn Lingerie for anyone, apart for yourself. You liked looking good, who didn’t? Sometimes you would throw it on when you felt bad about yourself, you had spent a day shopping with Dylan and decided it wouldn’t be too bad to head to the Lingerie shop to get something for yourselves. So when you had told Dylan your plan, she had quite literally squealed before hyping you up.

But now you were feeling nervous again. You looked good, at least you thought you did. Red was a bold colour, especially in Lingerie and was very noticeable and showed off quite a bit of skin, more skin than you have ever showed to the particular person that you were about to show it to. Red underwear matching with a red lace bra — and red lace stockings. God, you had never felt so bold. You hadn’t styled your hair, left it as it was. You hadn’t done your makeup either, thinking and hoping there was no point as it would be ruined very shorty.

Please go the way I want it to.

You took a deep breath in before reaching for the silk robe that you had borrowed from Dylan. Sorry if it gets ruined. You almost snorted at the thought, but then got even more nervous after it was tied around you — not fully, but just enough to cover yourself and give him a teaser of what you were wearing. Fuck it, you thought. Be bold. If it didn’t work, then it didn’t work, you could move on!

Live a little.

It took one more deep breath before you opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway. You looked down the hallway, seeing the man himself engrossed on the tv screen as the light framed around his face. The room was dimly lit, just as you had planned. You wanted him to see you in the outfit but you were too fucking nervous for him to see you fully. You were being so fucking bold right now but you didn't want to push yourself too far.

You walked down the hallway, keeping your eyes trained on him and felt the anticipation build up every time you took a step closer. Breathe, be confident. You nearly backed out, nearly ran back into the room you just exited to slap yourself silly, but found yourself freezing in your steps when he turned his head and his eyes instantly lay on you.

His face slowly fell, and you almost bolted out of there in embarrassment until you watched him move forwards to the remote before turning the volume down almost all the way, his eyes not leaving yours once.

The room had fallen into a comfortable quiet, the TV no longer blaring loudly. You took a few more steps closer, circling around the sofa until you were standing right in front of the spot where you had been sitting before. Your heart pounded in your chest as you found yourself in closer proximity to Jungkook than you were before. You left it up to him to make the next move if he wanted to.

He definitely wanted to.

“What’s this?” he questioned, looking up at your face as he moved to sit on the edge of his seat.

You couldn't help but notice that Jungkook's gaze had shifted from your face to your outfit, and a surge of anticipation coursed through you. Did he like what he was seeing? Part of you wanted to dismiss the idea that he desired you, thinking you might be delusional. But as his voice deepened and his pupils dilated, it was becoming increasingly clear that he felt something in that moment.

"Whatever you want it to be," you replied, trying to maintain your composure even as your heart raced when he flashed you a teasing smirk. Smooth? Well you hoped that you were being smooth with that response.

He fucking smirked. You were trying not to be affected just yet, but just the sight of it made your core clench.

Fuck, you were going to explode.

You thought that you were definitely going to explode when his tattooed hand reached out to hold the edge of the robe you wore. He felt the fabric between his fingertips, and at one point you felt his knuckles brush over your skin that was covered by the stockings.

Soft. Jungkook noted. Maybe it was as soft as your skin.

God it was taking everything in you right now not to pounce on him. Especially, especially, when his large hand moved before you registered it to wrap around your thigh. Oh my fucking god.

He pulled you forwards, his grip wasn’t harsh but it wasn’t light either, as if he was telling you with his touch not to go anywhere. Your skin was on fire. You wanted to mourn the loss of his hand on your thigh when he let go, but was quickly distracted when he held your wrists and placed your smaller hands on his broader shoulders. Were his shoulders always this big? Yes.

You wanted to shake yourself out of it, you were supposed to be the confident one in the situation! But every time he moved his hands you felt distracted and felt so putty. Which is why you shuddered when he moved to undo and open the robe, causing it to fall down your shoulders and rest at your elbows.

Now it was his head moving forwards, his hands planted firmly on your waist as his lips began exploring. Oh god. They ghosted over your stomach, pressing firmly then lightly, you wanted to say that he didn’t leave a single place unkissed. He didn’t go too high, or too low, just enough to keep you on your toes.

He seemed to like it when you brushed the nape of his neck with your fingernails. He seemed to like it a lot. What gave it away? The low groan he let out, and the way he nibbled your hip. You had never felt anything better. Your lips literally shuddered.

The tension was like a live wire, crackling with anticipation, and yet, you were both unsure of whether to take the next step and risk changing everything between you. It was a tension born of unspoken feelings, a tension that threatened to consume you both if it was left unaddressed.

If this was going to go his way, you wanted to have at least some fun before it happened. Which is why you quickly snapped out of it, pressing your hands on his shoulders firmly this time and shoving him backwards — his back hitting the couch as he looked up at you. Those fucking eyes. You didn’t wait for him to say anything, to do anything, because you let the robe down completely before letting it lay on the floor before you straddled him.

You actually straddled him. You couldn’t wipe the grin off your face as you heard him breathe in sharply, and you would never ever forget the way his hands gripped your waist when you placed your lips on his neck. It was your turn to taste him, just give him the same treatment he did your stomach.

And when you nibbled his earlobe the way he nibbled your hip, Jungkook nearly busted there and then.

“Fuck, Y/N….” Now that you liked. You could get used to the way he moaned your name. You could get used to the way he ran his hands up your back as you fisted his shirt in your hands. You could get used to the way his skin tasted — but you could definitely get used to the way he threw his head back and groaned when you accidentally rolled your hips.

Well.. maybe not accidentally.

You knew what to do. It wasn’t the first time you had been in this position. Why were mens groans attractive to you, you would never know, maybe it was the way that you knew it was because of you.. but hearing it from Jungkook was different. You wanted him to do it again, you wanted to hear him make that noise because of you, so you rolled your hips again and moved one of your hands up to the nape of his neck again where you had scratched before.

He actually… bucked his hips into your own. Fuck. It caught you by surprise, and you gasped at the feeling of his rather hard cock being restrained by his jeans brushing against your clit that was still covered by the lacy underwear. You were shocked at how much you actually felt it considering there were still layers separating you both, but fuck did it feel good.

“Do that again…” Did you say that? Or was it him? No. No, it was definitely you. Definitely you, especially at the way he chuckled in your ear and gripped your waist once more creating goosebumps.

“What? This?” He did it again, more firmly this time—and fuck you nearly came there and then. No! No. You were not going to dry hump him in the living room until you both came.

His face was flushed when you pulled back from his neck to look at him. Hah! You felt so smug. Usually it was him making you feel this flustered, and it felt good to have an effect on him for once. You didn’t even try to bother the way that you bit your lip as you looked at his own. You weren’t the only one who seemed smug though, from the way he smirked at you again and nudged your nose with his own.

You and Jungkook had never kissed before, despite your urge to always press your own against his.

Jungkook thought that you had teased him enough, walking into the living room dressed like that and he thought you were teasing him even more when you refused to connect your lips with your own. He would have done it first, but he could tell that you wanted to be in control right now, so he waited for you to initiate the first kiss.

You hadn’t noticed that his palms were now spread over your backside, fingertips gripping and spreading your cheeks as your intense stare continued. You could swear he pushed you down onto his groin more than once, his grip on you getting more desperate and you almost felt cruel for rolling your hips in motion with his hands.

Almost.

Because you didn’t feel cruel when he gasped and moved one of his hands up to your hair, wrapping his other around your waist and pressing your body into him even more.

“Fuck… Fuck y/n, do that again. Please. Fuck—Please do that again” Did he just… whimper? Yes. Yes he definitely did. He was speaking quickly but thankfully got his message across and you definitely caught that whimper he released at the end. The grip that he had in your hair meant that your forehead was squished against his own, and you moved your hands to hold his face “It feels so fucking good don’t you dare stop”

Who were you to deny? Especially when he was speaking to you like that. The deep voice combined with the gasps and groans he was letting out? That whimper almost got you. Yeah. Yeah, you could definitely get used to this.

You did it again. Then again. Then once more. Each time you did it, you did it more firmly, picking up the pace. His grip was getting tighter, and the way that his arm was wrapped around your waist made it easier for him to buck his hips into yours each time you moved. God. God, fuck. How was he supposed to control his breathing when it felt so fucking good?

It was getting more heated, more desperate. The friction against his cock and against your clit felt so fucking good for both of you. Jungkook was losing his mind, he was so fucking hard and the way that you were rubbing against him so firmly, so perfectly, he nearly came on the spot. More, more, he wanted more.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good baby” He was practically breathless. If you weren’t soaked at this point, you definitely were now.

You was so close, and you could tell he was too. From the way his hips bucked into your own harder and harder, and the way his arm was pulling you into him to the point where there was nothing between you both. God he felt—you were definitely going to cum from this. You didn’t want to though. You wanted tonight to last. You wanted to come around his cock, not on top of his jeans. But the feeling of him rubbing against you like this was just heavenly, and you found yourself gasping when he did one particular thrust that was hard.

“Fuck…Oh fuck, baby—“ Keep fucking going.

You paused suddenly when he did, and you were about to ask him what was wrong, but he threw his head back and let out a even longer groan. His hips stuttered, and his grip was even tighter now, almost painful and you would have complained if you didn’t realise what had just happened.

“Did you just cum?”

He did cum. In his jeans. In your living room while you dry humped each other like some hormonal teenagers.

Well done, Jungkook. He blew his load before he got to touch you properly. Before he even kissed you.

The thought made him embarrassed. Your question made him embarrassed. Sitting there with his head resting on the back of the couch, coming back down from his (great) orgasm while he still gripped you made him embarrassed. Well, there goes your chance. You had dressed up for him. Made him feel good. You had one job to make it amazing for her and you came before she did. In your fucking jeans.

Why had he asked you to keep going? He should have known. It felt good. So fucking good. Amazing actually. He should have known that asking you to keep going would have made him cum that quickly. Oh, and the way you moaned his name…

He didn’t want to let you go. If he did you’d disappear. Laugh at him for orgasming so early before you even did anything close to sex. Shit.

He remembered now, the reason he was here. The reason why he got to know you. He shouldn’t have let it get this far. Sat in your home, as he had done for a few months now. Yes he was meant to get to know you, was meant to make sure your death was painless whenever it would happen…. but he was never meant to like you like this.

For his sake. For his hearts sake.

Because although your friends may forget him after you died, he would still remember everything. He’d remember you. He’d remember everything you shared.

And now he just signed himself up for heartbreak.

Your lips on his neck distracted him for a moment. So you weren’t mad? Okay. That was good. You weren’t laughing at him either. You probably wondered why he was just sitting there, not saying a single thing. You probably knew he was embarrassed, you wanted to show him that you didn’t care. He did. So fucking embarrassed. You’re too good. He just wanted to just hold you, just for a bit longer. Maybe calm down before going further. All the way. Make you feel good like you had just made him feel good.

He wanted to lie you down. Rip the lacy clothing off of you. He’d buy you more. Especially if it meant that you would do this more often. He wanted to taste you, everywhere. Make you moan his name even more. Make you sound more like than angel than he ever was. He wanted his fingers all over you. He wanted his cock inside you. Your cunt, your mouth, wherever you wanted to take him. He wanted to make you orgasm. Multiple times. He was sure he could do it. He’d praise you for doing so well, telling you how good you were and how good you felt for him.

He wanted to walk around the small town the next day, a fat fucking grin on his face and bathe in the pride of finally being with you. Loving you. Finally making you his. He hoped to see you in work, make your day brighter, maybe bring you food and then walk you home when your shift was finished. He wanted to hold you on movie nights without having to use a blanket to cover the contact you shared. He hoped he could take you again. And again and again. Making you feel even better than last time. He wanted your friends to see how happy you made him, and how happy he made you.

Before it was too late.

“Y/N?” He questioned. He only received a small hum in return as your lips painted around his neck. So good. He hated himself “Y/N… Y/N we have to—we can’t”

You paused. Fuck. His heart was drumming for a different reason now. He moved his hands so they were on your waist once more. Just a little longer. Just let me hold you for a little longer. The confusion on your face when you looked at him broke his heart. I’m sorry. You smiled gently at him, holding his face just as lightly and he wanted to curse at everything for making him so stupid.

Stupid for liking you.

“What do you mean we can’t?” I’m sorry. It would be so easy. Just so easy for him to lie you down, get carried away and just stay silent about his stupid decision. Treat you like you deserved. He wanted to. He wanted to take you. He wanted to cherish you.

But he couldn’t. He was being held back.

“I—“ He didn’t know what he could say. He stupidly, so stupidly let his actions talk. He hated the way you looked at him as he moved you off of his lap. He hated the way you watched him as he stood up, readjusting his jeans embarrassingly. He especially hated the way you flinched after he picked up the robe off the floor, placing it around your shoulders to cover you up “I meant that we can’t… we can’t do this. Whatever it is we’re doing”

Disgusted. How dare he! What, he came in his jeans and now he was embarrassed? You didn’t care! In fact, it had made you want it even more. You did that. You made him cum. You made him feel good. You gave him relief. He came because of you! Now he was pushing you away. Was he embarrassed? You felt conflicted. You felt horrible about yourself. You felt angry. Used.

Especially when he began walking towards the door.

You stood up, forgetting to stop the robe from falling. He had his back to you, and he looked like he was in a rush to get out of there. Jesus, what had you done that was so bad? Did you overstep the boundaries? Did you make him uncomfortable?

No. No he had asked you to keep going. He told you did he not? He told you, it feels so fucking good don’t you dare stop. Those were his words! Or did you imagine it? Fuck, now you were definitely confused.

“Did I do something wrong? Make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry if I did, I thought you wanted me to” I’m sorry.

No, he should be apologising. He’s the worst. He’s the fucking worst. You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t make me uncomfortable. You made me feel fucking amazing. Incredible.

“I wasn’t—I mean you didn’t…” Spit it out Jungkook! “You didn’t do anything wrong I just—I don’t know I just don’t think we should…. I don’t think this is a good idea”

“This? You mean us… sleeping together?” He turned to face you again and nearly popped another boner seeing you in that fucking Lingerie. Keep it together, Jungkook “I mean that’s okay! I can go and change and we can forget this happened. We can just… be friends again, finish the movie. I won’t try anything that makes you uncomfortable, I promise”

Too good. You were too fucking good. He wasn’t uncomfortable. Far from it. You fucking idiot, Jungkook. No. We can’t forget this happened. Every time Jungkook looked at you, he’d see you in the red Lingerie that you put on for him.

For him.

Whatever you want it to be, you said. More. He wanted more of you. More of your time, your attention and he wanted to see more of you in that outfit. Time wasn’t something that you had.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore”

Silence. A moment passed. Then another.

“What?” Finally. It was killing him. He wanted you to shout at him. Tell him he wasted your time. He wasted what they had built. He had-he had wasted it. He wasted it, because you couldn't know the real reason why he got to know you in the first place.

Maybe it would be better if you knew. Maybe it would make you understand… then he wouldn’t have to live after you left him. He’d be executed. He wouldn’t have to live without you. But that price would be high also.

You’d die painfully. Not the way you deserved to go, and all of this would be worthless. You’d die regardless. There was no way to get around this.

“We need to stay away from each other. You need to stay away from me” Ouch. Clearly, Jungkook wasn’t the best when put in these situations. Not the best way to word it.

It would still count, right? He got to know you. That was the only condition. He had to get to know you for you to have a painless death. Why was he so empathetic. Why did he have such a big heart. Distancing would help. It would help him.

“Are you embarrassed?” You were angry. So angry. Jungkook was so, so glad that it was dark enough in the room so he didn’t see the pure rage in your eyes “What? You’re embarrassed that you blew your load in your jeans and now you’re going to avoid me? You really think I give a shit? I just said that I can forget it ever happened—it shouldn’t mean that you give up on our friendship”

“It’s not about me blowing my load in my jeans”

“Then what is it about, Jungkook? Because I’m really having a hard time trying to understand what I did so wrong that completely ruined what we—“

“I like you” A moment, then a breathe "I... Fuck. I really fucking like you"

He wished that it was dark enough so he couldn’t see you. He wished he could forget the way he made you flinch again, but with his words this time. He wished he had been given someone else because then he wouldn’t be in this situation where his heart quite literally ached at the way you stood there. The same person he had gotten to know and discover that he actually wanted outside of his stupid angel lifestyle. He had never been in love before. He had never felt it before... was this love?

But if love felt like this he never wanted to feel it again.

“What?” You were in disbelief at his confession. He liked you? You could live with that. You liked him too! His confession would have made you heart flutter if this was a different scenario. If you weren’t feeling so used right now. Why was he so… upset about it?

“I’ve never—” Your eyes were pleading. Be honest. He hated himself, but he knew that he owed you this at least. So he admitted defeat, looking shamelessly down at the floor “I’ve never liked someone before… and I don’t want it to be with you"

“With me…” Your voice broke. So did his heart.

“Y/N..”

“Is it such a bad thing to fall in love?” No. It wasn’t. At least he never thought it was “Is it such a bad thing to fall in love with me?”

Jungkook had never thought about falling in love. Jungkook had never thought about having feelings. Real, human feelings. Maybe he should have expected this to happen eventually. You were too good to die. Jungkook wanted to spend an eternity with you. But that wasn’t the plan for you.

“Feelings are complicated” He was going around this the wrong way. He knew he was. He was scared “And I don’t want to break my heart”

“So it’s okay to break mine instead?”

He hated this. He hated how you almost seemed calm, but your eyes were so glossed he could probably see his reflection if he was close enough. He wanted to you lash out. Please lash out at me, he wanted to beg.

Could he rewind time? Go back to a minute ago when your body was warm against his own, giving him the most pleasure he’s ever felt. He ever will feel.

You didn’t care at this point. You didn’t care that you were just stood in the living in your Lingerie that you had put on not that long ago to seduce the man in front of you. Him. What he was telling you combined with the fact that you had your orgasm stripped away from you when you were so close. He was throwing this away because he was scared?

No. No you weren’t going to have that. You weren’t satisfied with that.

You moved forwards and he looked down at the floor to avoid your eyes. He should walk away, he should leave… but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He wanted you.

It was gentle the way you held his face after you reached him, and he felt his body relax almost immediately and he shut his eyes to stop himself from looking at your body. The only body he ever wanted to see.

“Please…” He whispered and your bottom lip trembled slightly “Please don’t make this harder than it already is”

“I like you, Jungkook” You told him and he shook his head “I do. I do, and you like me too so why would you ever throw this away when we both have what we want?”

“It’s not that easy…”

“Like hell it isn’t” You replied, voice firm and he finally opened his eyes to look into your own “It never is, don’t you get that? It isn’t meant to be easy. Liking you was easy before today though…”

You had found it in yourself to let out a small chuckle and he smiled slightly. It wasn’t much, but it still warmed your heart. His hands covered your own as you held his cheeks, your thumb brushing the scar that you adored. The scar that made him, him. The man that you fell in love with. The man you may love forever.

God. You were perfect. Why did it have to be you? Why did it have to be you he met for this reason?

Your lips moved to his nose gently, pecking it before you shared your own smile, and after he met your eyes you finally pressed your lips against his own and he could have melted away there and then.

Kissing you felt like he was hit by every season all at once, and why it felt so surreal to him he would never know. Your body near his own was enough to send him into overdrive, and he had wanted to kiss you since you walked into the living room. He had wanted to kiss you since he discovered he liked you.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for the two of you to get carried away, and what was once a meaningful and sweet kiss turned into a wet mess as tongues were mixed together and hands were moving mindlessly. You had never felt more alive when his tongue slid inside your mouth, skimming over your bottom lip. It was wet and it was messy but it was fucking hot.

He felt your breasts, your ass and your waist and he very quickly understood that loving you was very easy. You made him feel so good, so alive, so human and loved. He never wanted to let you go, let this go.

You had groaned when his thigh slid between your legs allowing you to grind on the thick muscle. You knew that your clit was thanking you because it was finally feeling the relief it was stripped from earlier. Jungkook knew, he felt it in the way that you squeezed your legs around him and wrapped your arms around his waist as his hand secured itself in your hair as he refused to move his lips from your own.

I like you. He uttered in his mind. I like you, I like you, I love you.

He didn’t say it with his mouth because he knew it would cost him to pull away from your lips. But he pulled away anyway, and that’s just because of the way he was muffling your moans. He wanted to hear you. He wanted to hear it all because he knew what he had to do after this moment had ended.

Whenever Jungkook was with you, it was as if the world outside ceased to exist. It was easy to forget who he was. Easy to forget the real reason why he was here… but it was still in the back of his mind. The real reason for his visits and his friendship never fully escaped his mind. It lingered there, a persistent reminder that he couldn't ignore.

His mouth was now by your ear, and he kept one hand in your hair as the other moved to your ass and guided you on his thigh. He was breathing heavily, and fuck it was so hot for you to hear. How did you get to this so quickly?

“Let go for me…” He whispered, and now it was your turn to whimper for him “Let go, Y/N”

“Fuuuuck–“ And you did.

It was almost painful the way you clenched his thigh between your legs as you came but he wanted to the pain, he wanted it to last. Without his hands you would have been a puddle on the floor because despite your heart breaking, your body felt incredible.

You finally got the release you wanted from the man you needed it from. You had only wished it was under different circumstances.

His eyes met yours before he kissed you again, more desperately and you felt weak in his arms. His body, bigger and broader than your own was practically glued to you and you thought that you could die here right now, in the arms of the man that you loved.

You could make this work. Or so you thought.

He pulled away. No, Jungkook you pleaded in your head let me hold you for longer.

“I’m sorry” He whispered, lips brushing your own as he did “But I can’t”

“Jungkook—“

“I’m sorry” But it was worthless.

“Please don’t make it wasted time, please” You were crying at this point and practically pleaded with him–but he had to do this for him. He should have told you that it wasn’t a waste of time. He wanted to stay just a little longer, just to see you. But he didn’t.

Tired. He was tired.

He looked at your eyes once more. Wanted to hold you longer. Kiss you longer. Take you to bed and apologise for everything. Whether it be with sex or just holding you, he didn’t care. But he couldn’t, and it took everything in him to pull himself away from you especially when you gripped him tighter. He looked away from your eyes and you watched him as he opened the door, not even hesitating to walk out of it as it shut behind him.

Everything inside you broke.

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Holding into our dear children 🤪😜

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mykoreanlove · 8 months

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one of his girls

“Come on.. Come on.. Answer me.. I am going nuts without you here!” You were gazing at your phone with hawk-eyes. It remained silent, no matter how intensively you stared at it. You were desperately waiting for a message from your bestie, you needed her comforting words right now. You needed to hear her say that it was going to be okay. Because you felt far from that.

What got your panties in a bunch? Jungkook.

Or rather the lack of Jungkook, to be precise. You met him a couple of months ago on a dating app – both of you were looking for fun, nothing too serious so you gave it a shot. Both of you had ulterior motives though. You wanted to collect spicy experiences and live your femineity, whereas he wanted to find himself after his most recent breakup.

And it worked. He paid you attention, whispered loving compliments into your ear and fucked you properly until you forgot your name. You encouraged him to open up, to realize what he was made of and flattered his ego by showing interest in him. It was an intentional relationship which fulfilled its purpose. Until it didn’t.

He pulled back, became stingy with his attention until he grew completely silent on you. Instinctively, you tried to chase him but realized that he was done with you. He simply lacked the courage to tell you that. Once in a blue moon he contacted you, sex being his motif, but you ignored him, too hurt to even consider fucking him.

“He moved on. Why can’t you?”

Your friends were fed up with your whining about Jungkook. Why couldn’t you let him go? What was so captivating about him? What drew you to him even though he treated you like shit? You often asked yourself but never found a question. Your resentment towards him grew bigger, you started to slowly poison yourself. And that’s how you ended up in this situation.

Your ringing phone caught your attention. “Thank god, finally!” You picked up the phone, relief washing over you. “Thank god, you’re calling. I am going crazy here.”

“Y/N, what happened? Did you stalk his profile again?”

Shame flooded your whole being. Did you stalk his profile again? Of course, you did. You did so for the past few weeks only to realize that he had been updating his profile every other week. Small adaptions to his bio, the additions on his whereabouts or new thirst traps that made you press your legs together in frustration. Why had he had to be so handsome? Those damned dimples would make anyone fall in love with him.

You sighed defeatedly. “Yeah, I took a look at his profile. Again.” Your friend remained cool. “Did it help?” Her question caught you off guard as you expected her to get mad at you. “Did it help looking at his profile? Did you feel better?” You stayed quiet for a while until you answered her. “No. It makes me feel like shit.” “Why are you doing it then?” Excellent question, why were you? “I guess I am still trying to figure out what happened. I am too ashamed to ask him, so I stalk his socials in order to understand him. To understand whatever had happened between us…”

“Okay, I understand that. But let’s look at it objectively. He told you that he was looking for fun, right? He told you that he wanted nothing serious. And he behaved exactly like that. Yet, you can’t seem to accept that. Why is that?”

Memories of you and him clouded your mind. You thought about him lying on your lap and sharing his fears of ghosts with you. You thought about how he caressed your cheeks and told you how beautiful you were. You thought about him hugging you so tightly and planning future dates with you. You thought about him going down on you and praising your pussy. You thought about him being sulky because you had to visit your family and how he promised to send you many messages and pictures, because he would miss you so much. You thought about the last hug you shared with him under the stars.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as you tried to regain your composure. “I just don’t understand it. I know that he didn’t want to be in a relationship, but he only said that once and after that he behaved like we were going into one. He was so sweet and loving and affectionate. He shared his vulnerabilities with me, he asked about mine – he was truly making an effort to get to know me. And I started letting my walls down but then he just left? He just tossed me aside like I was nothing? Not even an explanation for all of this? And now he’s updating his profile all the time so obviously he’s out to get it. He’s probably fucking another girl as we speak.”

You took a deep breath. Even though it was weeks ago you still felt hurt. You tried moving on, you even kissed some guys, but you couldn’t get him out of your head. All your thoughts always came back to Jungkook.

“I am sorry that you had to go through this, Y/N. He truly didn’t handle this the best way. I want to ask you a question though. Are you devastated because of his actions or are you devastated because of the meaning you gave those actions?” You thought about it for a while. “Both?” Your friend chuckled. “You sure?”

“I am devastated because I thought he was a good guy. I thought we had potential, even if we started out like that. But now all I can think of is him fucking other girls. He turned out to be another fuckboy and I was just one of his stupid girls. I really believed I meant something to him. Like all those things that he said? About how special I was? And how he felt himself changing into a better version when he was with me? Fucking lies. Jungkook is a fucking liar. I bet he tells this to every girl, so that she spreads her legs for him.” You basically spat out those last sentences, your hurt transforming into anger.

“So, what does that say about you?” You were annoyed by her questions. You were in pain, and you wanted to be comforted, not psychoanalyzed. “That I am an innocent and I acted right and that he’s a giant dickhead?” Your friend chuckled again. “Sweety, don’t get mad at me. I want to help you. Want to know what I am thinking? I think you were not ready to fall in love. You still carry those old wounds within you, where you are too afraid to be hurt again. That’s the reason you fell for someone like Jungkook in the first place. Instead of being repelled by his boyish behavior, you are still pining over him. Why? Because you somehow feel that that is what you deserve. I do believe that he meant what he said – you are insightful and you sure as hell brought out a new side within him. One that is mature and deep and evolving. So, please trust that. However, he is not ready for that yet. He is not ready to face his demons and evolve, that’s why he probably ditched you. You made him face this shit, when all he wanted was to face pussy. And that’s the chase he’s on right now.”

You fell silent. Fuck, that made sense. A lot of sense actually. You hated every second of it though. A desperate sigh left your lips. “What am I to do? Help me, please. I don’t know how I can let go of him.”

Friends were a marvelous thing as they saw you for who you truly were. And loved you regardless. Especially those friends, that helped you face your shit instead of running away from it.

“Let’s close your eyes for a second.” You lay down on the floor and obliged. “Imagine you were the version of yourself you wanted to be. What do you see?” “I see myself holding hands with Jungkook and we’re happy and he’s my boyfriend and I-” “Fuck no, that was not my question. I asked you to think of yourself. YOURSELF. What do you see?”

You thought about this for a while. “I see myself being happy. In that version of myself I am confident and sexy, and I feel like a catch. I go through life and accomplish my biggest desires. I finally got that promotion; I started studying Italian and I plan to go on vacation with my family. I see myself as worthy of all of my desires. I see a dog, maybe a corgi. In that world I feel empowered and ready for love. I am with an amazing man, that worships the ground I am walking on. I feel whole and complete, like everything is working out for me. I am free from fear and wounds and shit. I am happy.” Visualizing that actually made you smile. It also made you realize how much time and energy you wasted on pining over Jungkook, a guy that clearly wasn’t a match to that reality.

“Don’t you think it would make sense to invest your energy into becoming that woman? The one that knows she deserves nothing but the best? The one that is worthy of love and intimate connections? Do you think that woman would be stalking dating profiles? Do you think she would be sad over someone that clearly doesn’t give a fuck about her? I’m not saying that Jungkook lied or used you or whatever, he is the only one that knows the truth about this. However, I want you to free yourself from that. Take it as a learning experience and move on. Use that power on you, create you Y/N. I promise things will turn out for the better. If he comes back? Great. If not? Great. Someone better will fill his place. Remember that cute barista you told me about? Tae something? Maybe it’s him. Maybe not, but that shouldn’t be your focus. Build yourself up my dear, let that boyish child do its own thing and focus on you. Can you do that?”

You were whiny. “I don’t know if I can.” “Think about her again. Think about Y/N 2.0. Do you think she could?” “Hell yeah, that bitch could do anything.” “Great, then tap into that energy. She lives within you, so naturally you can do this, too.”

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kooqitas · 19 days

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#pairings: bf!jungkook X friends!bts X reader #synopsis: where your boyfriend decides to ask his friends what they want to see #tags: pwp, group sex, blowjob, rough oral sex (m.), fingering (f.), humiliation, degradation, cumslut, spit, sperm, tears, free use (?). aftercare mentioned but not shown. mention of bisexual jungkook #notes: this is more fetishistic than usual on this blog, so DON'T READ if you're uncomfortable with 7 guys cumming on your face and swearing at you. #wc: 2,2k

you see your friends after a months, like since you and jungkook are living together you don't see them. it's funny, cause you are friends an years ago, but at a some months you just can't see each other.

"you're so hot dressing like that, maybe if we fuck before the guys comes..." jungkook said lifting your skirt and rubbing your hole.

"namjoon text me, he said that come in five minutes with the guys"

"i promise that i can make you cum in five minutes"

you laughed, because you know that’s real…

but the other six guys are at your door in five minutes. not just six guys but six best friends of yours.

"i know that we fucked yesterday, but god, i need eat your pussy again, i'm addicted, i need fuck you every hour, every minute, every second, night after night..." despite the completely dirty speech, jungkook was kissing his shoulder calmly.

“the guys are coming in any minute” you tried to convince yourself.

“don't be so mean to me, give me that dirty little hole, please”

jungkook moved one of his hands up to the thin strap of your shirt, pulling it down and exposing your nipples, he turned you around, putting his mouth there without any ceremony. you were used to your boyfriend's tongue, how he sucked and bit the nipple of your breast with devotion.

and then the doorbell rang.

"jungkook, stop, the boys are here." you tried to stop your boyfriend.

"i'm sure they wouldn't mind seeing me fuck you, baby. and you don't mind showing how that tight hole stretches with my cock, sure?”

god, this is a FUCKING true, you and jungkook are worse than each other, but more than showing, you'd easily let them stretch you too!

"i know exactly what you thought, dirty little girl." he said before going back to sucking your nipples.

and then they rang the doorbell again.

"holy shit!" jungkook complained, going to open the door, you are trying clumsily to put your clothes in place.

when the other six men entered your house you smiled, you missed them, namjoon was the first to hug you, leaving a kiss on your forehead in a gentle way, and damn, you had seen some photos he posted at the gym, but he was BIG…

seokjin came next, the tall man kissing your hand before giving you a cute hug.

and after, jimin came, leaving a wet kiss on your cheek as he always did, the blonde guy had a scent that was enough to make your panties even wetter.

shit, jungkook shouldn’t have teased you.

you noticed that taehyung whispered something to yoongi, who laughed, muttering something like 'have decency?' and only then did you notice that, probably due to jungkook's saliva, her breasts were wet, and the thin shirt clearly marked this.

"oh, yes! you disturbed us, i was dying to fuck my wife and you arrived."

a lot of things happened in that sentence, jungkook calling you 'my wife' and mainly, him exposing your sex life to all his friends.

it's not like they didn't imagine, you were friends before you and jungkook dated, the other six knew what you were like, and how jungkook was too, it was a matter of adding a + b, sometimes they would say something in the group chat, but It was the first time they had said something like that in front of them.

"if you want to fuck her, i don't care, as long as i can watch. it's not like i've never fucked you guys." hoseok said as if she wished a 'good morning'.

and that was the truth, besides jungkook, you had already had sex with at least four of your friends, and the same went for him, it's very likely that that's why he wasn't jealous.

"oh, can i? because i really want to do this."

god, your boyfriend was a perv.

“please, i miss seeing her tits.” namjoon confessed, reminding you of how he loved being on top of you, sucking your nipple to make you relax on his fat cock.

“dude, respect my girl!”

jungkook scolded namjoon, but you knew it was a joke as soon as your boyfriend came behind you, pulling the strap of your shirt down and exposing your breasts to his friends.

if you stopped to think about it, you would think it was crazy, your boyfriend sharing you with six other guys, but on the other hand, the other six guys were your friends, and you wanted much more than just looks at you.

“does anyone want to see anything else?” jungkook asked, making you feel your panties soaking, you felt like an exposed slut, a trophy, and that would never be a bad thing.

"her panties" seokjin said, looking at you with devotion, you had never done anything other than kiss him at a party.

“i want something” taehyung said.

"what do you want to see?"

"i want to see her on her knees sucking my cock." it was direct.

"if you suck taehyung's cock you'll have to suck mine too!' yoongi spoke up.

"and certainly mine too." jimin said, rubbing his thumb across his lips.

“let me get this straight,” jungkook scratched his throat. "are you saying to my face that you want my wife to give you a blowjob?"

"it was you who offered her to us like a prostitute." hoseok spoke up, unbuckling his belt.

god, you never felt so horny, your boyfriend and your friends discussed you as if you were even in that room.

"what do you think about this, baby?" Jungkook asked you.

"well..." you just walked around the counter, heading towards the sofa (being followed by the seven men as if they were puppies), and then removed your skirt and the blouse that was around your waist.

jungkook came to you, kissing you as you removed his clothes, his fingers brushing the white lace of your wet panties as you let out little moans into his mouth. your boyfriend was completely turned on, rubbing his pecs on your nipples making you moan even more.

"my little slut is so greedy, seven guys in your mouth? will you be able to handle it?"

"i need to get it!"

"good whore!" he kissed you one last time. "you don't deserve that much, organize yourself to kiss her in pairs, and you know her and the word, anything I'll insist on killing each one of you.”

jungkook barely finished and jimin and seokjin came close to you, jimin from behind, pressing his already hard cock on your back, and seokjin on your belly, at that moment you wanted both of them inside you, but all you got was seokjin sucking and nibbling your nipples while jimin kissed you and played with your wet panties. you moaning to the two of them while the other five watched everything.

you didn't even notice when taehyung and yoongi arrived, their firm hands using you to rub themself, it was pathetic, the pinch that yoongi gave your left nipple while your hand was inside taehyung's pants made you scream in pain, but mixed with pleasure, you liked that aggressive way.

"are you going to call me daddy again tonight?" namjoon asked as he approached you with hoseok, sticking two fingers into your pussy without any warning when hoseok’s kissing you “i missed that drippy messy hole.” namjoon goes fast, he starts scissoring his fingers inside you, you moan so loud because everything is even hotter when you see all those other men looking at you.

"i think the guys will like to see this" hoseok moved out of your way, exposing everyone to the image of you moaning into namjoon's fingers.

"so pretty our bimbo slut!" jimin said, watching the scene.

your boyfriend wanted to tell namjoon to stop it, take you to the bedroom and fuck you until his body shut down, but just seeing how much fun you were having with it all made him wait.

namjoon adds a third finger in without warning and you're feel so humiliated, leak around his hands when he fucks his fingers in and out of your cunt at an insane rhythm.

"tell your boyfriend how much you miss my cock opening all that hole, how much you miss your girl juices running down my cock. how you love look at my cock crammed in your tight pussy” and then he took his fingers out of you, rubbing them on your lips and forcing you to kneel on the floor. “you're not going to cum, unless whore, you're going to shove our dicks down your throat and let us cum all over your body, then your boyfriend sees what he does to you full of other men's cum”

and then you noticed the other six men approach you with their dicks in their hands, taehyung was the first to pull your hair, and you were agile with your warm tongue tracing his dick up and down.

while his tongue was still on taehyung, hoseok rubbed his balls in your face, and you tried to grab them on your tongue too, but it was in vain.

“jungkook you date a prostitute!” seokjin said when you grabbed his dick, starting a masturbation.

"i'm sure she can handle two" jimin said, shoving his cock along with taehyung's down your throat.

and you sucked it, not even you know how, but you sucked it like it was the most delicious lollipop in the world while they both thrust hard into your throat.

at one point in the night, you had jimin and taehyung's dick in your mouth and seokjin and hoseok one in each hand. namjoon, jungkook and yoongi took turns rubbing their dicks over your body and slapping your chest and face.

jimin took his dick out of your mouth, and you fit seokjin's cock, watching from the side as jimin started jerking off.

yoongi was in your right hand, you caressing his balls.

you felt some tears in your eyes, sometimes hitting your friends' thighs to make them stop for you to breathe, before returning to the aggressive pace.

the feeling was much more pleasant due to the environment than the sexual act itself, since you could barely actually suck the dicks, every time someone was coming in and out of your mouth.

"i think this stupid bitch was too greedy, she hasn't choked on my dick yet" namjoon complained, making you release seokjin and hoseok's dick that were in your mouth, when the two came out, an absurd amount of saliva ran out of you, it was humiliating, but you didn't have much time to think as soon namjoon grabbed your hair and made your nose touch his pelvis.

and then yoongi and jungkook joined him, rubbing their balls all over your face while you just opened your mouth and gladly accepted whatever they gave you.

"you look like a bitch in heat, trying to suck all these dicks when you clearly can't!" yoongi complained.

and this triggered a series of humiliations.

"disgusting mouth, can't even suck dick properly!" jimin said.

"i'm ashamed to say that that mouth touched my dick." seokjin said as he buried his throat on his cock, making you cough and cry.

"i think the only good hole in you is your pussy." namjoon said shortly after spitting at you, encouraging the other six to do the same.

no matter how much they cursed and humiliated you, you had never felt so good, the feeling of having seven men in a circle around you was inexplicable.

and when hoseok left your mouth just to cum you felt even better.

his sperm falling down your face and breasts, mixing with that of jimin and taehyung who came soon after.

“our cumslut, so disgusting, free whore, thank u, jungkook” taehyung joked, grabbing your hair.

you came back with namjoon's dick in your mouth, choking and coughing several times as he fucked your mouth with even greater force than he used to do in your other holes.

“dating jungkook made you stupid, that mouth doesn't do anything right!” namjoon shouted, pulling his dick out of your throat only to spit a thick string of saliva there and hit you on face.

your face full of other guys cum while he was still sucking namjoon was what made your boyfriend cum on your face, making namjoon's big cock a little dirty.

"be useful at least a little and make me cum in that throat" yoongi said.

you put yoongi's dick back in your mouth, sucking it and namjoon's as they fucked you, and you saw stars as they came together and filled your throat, so full to the point that it leaked out of your mouth even though you tried to swallow.

you cum, without any stimulation other than the humiliation and the cum on your body, you just came so hard that your body shook.

you were a mess, your entire body and the room floor is a mixture of tears, cum, and spit. and you were still fucking wet.

"do you want some help with her?" your friends offered, after putting on your clothes and seeing that you were completely destroyed.

“no need,” jungkook thanked. "i take care of my princess."

and then the other six walked over to you, giving you a careful peck on the mouth before being led to the door.

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itstheimpossibledream · 9 months

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Bam

Pairing : Jungkook and reader(y/n)

Word count: 3856

Summary: You drop off Bam from his grooming appointment and finally meet his owner. From there it's sexual tension city !

Warnings : Uprotected sex, domJK, smut , oral, all the things

“Bam!Get out of the tub- Get o-”

The doberman’s eyebrows knitted and he seemed to question why it wouldn’t be fine for him to stay in the bathing tub all day. It wouldn’t have bothered you as much if you didn’t have the most splitting headache,your body begging for the day to be over. The rest of the groom went by without contest. Your coworker had already left for the night so, it was your job to finish up Bam’s look and drop him back off at home. You pulled up to the intimidating building and Bam eased out of the car, leading the way through the halls to his place. Your apron was dusted with an assortment of dog hairs and wet splotches where dogs had shaken to their heart’s content. You had groomed Bam a few times. He was becoming a regular client , and you chuckled to yourself, always finding it funny that people with short haired breeds would choose to get their dog groomed instead of doing it at home themselves. Must be rich you snort to yourself raising your hand to knock on the door. Not that you were mad. After his first groom, the owner had requested you. What you did to make him look so much different than other groomers you had no idea but, you were grateful for the client as well as the consistently generous tip. Even if you never knew who it was coming from. The door opened and the music in the background was much louder than it had seemed in the hallway. He was young and surprisingly attractive. His t-shirt fit loose but, you can see the canyon between his pec muscles through the shirt leaving no illusion to the fact that he was incredibly fit. You wanted desperately to reach your hand out and run your fingers over the hard mounds of flesh but, alas your professionalism was unmatched.

He clears his voice “Thank you.” he extends a colorful arm out to grab Bam’s leash, the large doberman moved accordingly; completely unphased by the facial symmetry of his owner. You feel yourself staring at the tattoos but, each time you think to look away another picture catches your interest. He uses his other hand to put his glasses on his head,creating a temporary headband.

“Was he good?” he asks. While every bone in your body wanted to tell the truth you found yourself unable to disappoint the light in his eyes. The slight dimple, the questioning smile, he was ridiculously good looking. “Yea- ummm he was great !” You lie shifting yourself in the hallway, finally realizing that you have to pee and your headache has not let up.

“ you okay?” He asks noticing your attention change.

“Mmmmhmmm.” you turn to leave but, find yourself immediately turning back. “Actually would you mind if I use your bathroom?” You’re almost embarrassed to ask but you convince yourself to be cool. Everyone has to use the bathroom, be an adult. But let’s be honest ,your only thought was how grateful you were right now that you only had to pee.

“ Ofcourse !” He smiles backing out of the doorway. He clearly thought there was something seriously wrong with you, if asking to use the bathroom was that much of a relief to him. He pointed in the direction of the bathroom and you ran. Embarrassed but aware there was a time stamp on this activity. You relieved yourself quickly; washing your hands and checking your appearance in the mirror and then searching the medicine cabinet for something that would help your headache. You were partially annoyed that you hadn’t found anything and the fancy ass cabinet/mirrored door was so elaborate that it slipped through your hand and crashed into place. You double checked yourself in the mirror and decided to just go with it. Post work you was not your hottest you but, there was really nothing you could do about it now. You chide yourself for that less than helpful pep talk and head out the door.

As you entered the room he turned from the counter gently placing the small glass of soju on the island infront of you and then leaning on the countertop behind him.

“What’s that for?” you ask a smile creeping into your cheeks with the thought that he might want to spend more time with you.

“You look like you need it.” he jokes, extending his arm to grab the other glass that he had filled for himself.

“Cheers!” he smiles like a little kid and downs the liquor. You taste yours as well. He pulls his lips back with a short intake of breath before leaning forward, forearms on the island, bangs beginning to fall free of their glass barrier and floating into his eyes.

“So did that wash down whatever you stole?” his eyes were intent on you studying your face.

“I mean I know I don’t have anything good.” he says, turning to pour again.

“I didn’t take anything. I just had a headache and was looking-” you trail off.

“Ooooo. well you could have just asked!” he brushes past you and goes into the bathroom laughing. He comes back out with the container gingerly twists off the top and you watch as the veins in his fingers work delicately to pull out two pills for you. Your eyes shift to Bam on his dog bed squeaking his toy, happily ignoring the humans in the room.

“Here.” he rolls the pills into your hand and you mumble a thank you. He reaches across the counter for his glass and the bottom of his shirt rides up the smallest bit. You roll your eyes because it's all you can do to keep from tattling on yourself with stares. AVERT YOUR EYES is all your brain is thinking. He hands you the small glass.

“Wasn’t this yours?” you ask.

“Scared of drinking after me?” he plays with you, stepping in closer.

“I don’t know you but, I don’t trust you.” you say mimicking his action and not breaking eye contact. You wonder if it was too much but, you can tell by his body language he was more focused on continuing the conversation.

“I don’t have diseases, if that’s what you're worried about.” he turns and crosses the room petting Bam on the dog bed.

“Says the wealthy, hot man in his 20’s” you snort taking a sip to wash down your medicine. Now, you make a grimace. The alcohol and the ibuprofen create a disgusting fizz on your tongue.

“I’m hot and wealthy you hear that?” he mimics, talking to Bam.It wasn’t like you didn’t stand by your words but, you felt the heat rising in your cheeks as he said it. You look down at the crystal glass in your hand, your thumb picking at the design.

“You can take off your apron if you want.” He says finishing a scratch on the top of Bam’s head, Bam to invested in his toy to notice.

“ O ! Yea…” you begin pulling your apron over your head. You feel it get caught in your hair and almost die of embarrassment. He notices your need for assistance and quickly closes the space between you. You hear him let out a small laugh before you feel his warm hands on top of yours.

“Let me try.” He says calmly.

You huff and put your arms by your side. Acutely aware of the fact that you seemed like a stubborn child but, he soon had you released, popping your hair tie in the process.

“You broke it on purpose.” You joke in a deadpan voice as he presses the broken fibers into your palm. You look up at him and he walks backwards towards his soju again.

“It’s pretty down.” He says winking before he turns to the counter. He moves so quickly you almost weren’t sure if you saw it.

“So you use Bam to lure women back to your home and kill them with compliments?”

“ mmmmm.You started that.” he says between swallows.

“Well don’t get used to it.” You say. “ I’m usually not that nice.”

He snorts at that. “ you work with dogs, I find that hard to believe.” his glasses fall onto his face but, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“ Ahhhhh there’s where you’re wrong.” You smile “ The dogs don’t care if you’re nice, Just consistent. Plus, they’re easy to get along with. They don’t talk.”

“ You think I only intend to talk with you? “ he asks, raising his eyebrows over his glasses. The act itself was enough to make your breath catch in your throat but you somehow manage to stay calm and collected. For a moment it felt as though all the air had left the room. You quietly held your glass, picking again at its intricate design. Listening to the music of his footsteps as he gently pads his way to stand in front of you.

“Do you think I poured you a drink and invited you in, only to talk to you ?” You finally looked up from your glass, he toyed with the piercing on his lower a boyish smile playing on his face.

“Am I not a riveting conversationalist?” you say blankly.

He laughs over your dry humor, using it as an excuse to move closer to you.

“You definitely are.” he promises,stepping closer into you. You can’t help but smile at his smile.Your eyes flicker up to him and you find yourself screaming ‘just do it!’ in your head.

He swings his hand to the crook of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s simpler than you expected, soft but confident. He holds you like that for a while, his mouth working on convincing you, his hand holding your neck and playing in your hair. His other hand comes to the small of your back and you finally feel contact between your lower region and his. He goes slow, pressing into you to test out the levels of your comfort. You focus on the kiss deepening and at the right moment he pulls back and you're able to bite his lip a bit, piercing the opposite side of his mouth. He smiles, bringing his other arm up to your throat, choking you a little bit. His kiss makes your stomach flip. You’re lost in the comfort of his arms but somehow manage to work your hands into his hair. He holds your hip and slowly starts to grind into you. Instinctively you let out a moan , which causes him to break into another smile.

“I’m that good ?” He whispers in your ear. Unable to tolerate his smugness you grab a handful of his hair and pull.

‘O? Really ?’ He asks. You look up at him , unable to respond but not letting up on your grip either. It almost feels made up but, you swear you can see his eyes darken. ‘Let go’ he commands , voice lower than normal. You open your hand and he pulls his shirt over his head slowly only momentarily breaking eye contact with you. ‘Race You!’ He says, throwing the t-shirt at you and you run behind him practically chasing him into his bedroom. He spins around, scooping you up as you run through the threshold of the room.He holds you so you have no option but to wrap your legs around him so as not to fall. ‘Good’ he whispers , pressing his forehead to yours. You knew, it was too smooth. You knew he must have pulled that move a million times before. But, at that moment you didn’t care. He must have felt the hesitation in your body though, you momentarily stiffened and he lets you go. Setting you down,you take a few steps back and watch as he removes his socks and pants. He sits there in his underwear,his thighs thick through his clean Calvin Kleins.

“Your turn” he says, peeking through the bangs of his hair, and folding his glasses on the nightstand. He cocks his head to the side and for a second you can tell he doesn’t know if you’ll oblige him or not. He leans back on his forearms, lip playing with his piercing and the view alone is enough to make you commit to fucking him as long as you physically can. Taking off your shirt makes him illicit a deep hmmm. You feel your stomach flip again at his approval. But, the jokester inside you wins,you turn around and shoot him an overly sexy look. You unhook your bra and let it float to the rug of his room.

“Whooooo Hot!” he cheers you on. You put your all into it, quickly jumping out of your jeans and turning your back to him. You hook your fingers into the sides of your underwear.

“Come On….Sell it !” he screams jokingly. You slowly shift it down your hips until they fall to the floor. You turn your back to face him, your hands barely covering all of your chest.

He tuts with his tongue “show me” his voice is soft, as he reaches out a hand towards you. You step forward, taking his hand and revealing yourself fully to him. He sighs, bringing you in close. You get on your knees in front of him. Somewhat out of want but partially out of habit.

He frowns down at you .

“What are you doing?” his voice is low and gentle. You look up at him, eyes wide and are almost embarrassed by the position you found yourself in. Completely naked on a stranger’s floor after a bit of conversation and one drink. He must be reading the self judgment on your face because he lifts you up, placing his forehead on yours again.

“Hey - we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

You relish in the intimacy of being this open to an absolute stranger.

“O there’s nothing I don’t want to do right now.” you whisper to him.

He laughs and the dimples in his cheeks deepen,making it impossible for you not to return his smile. You kiss him and he immediately gives in, lending you confidence that shatters all previous reservations.

“Let’s just go slower “ he says, breaking from you and sitting at the edge of the mattress.

“Ride” he says, slapping his thigh. A shiver races throughout your entire body and you feel your stomach flip as you look at him. He’s serious, you can tell. You slowly close the space between you, lifting one leg to straddle his. You look up at him, face innocent. You kiss him again, this time grabbing him by the throat and adding the slightest bit of pressure. You pull back and he is giving a wide, toothy smile like a kid. “Ride me , please” he jests with a lifting of his eyebrow. You allow him to pull you in again; this time as you kiss you find yourself slowly grinding into his thigh. He lets out a low growl in response and your stomach flutters. He sits his large hand in the crook of your hip and helps to move you on his leg. He can hear your moans becoming higher pitched and right before you get to release all over his leg he lifts you up, swinging your leg to his hip. Now you’re fully straddling him and his hands cup your face as he kisses you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait any longer.” he smiles , you lean in to kiss him but, he pulls back, playing coy.

“I thought you couldn’t wait any longer,” you joke.

“I just wanted to see you beg.” he says , lightheartedly.

“ Well I won’t” you say teasingly as he slips a hand between your bodies, smacking at your pussy. You jump a bit at the surprise and his other hand rests at the back of your neck.You omit a low hum as his hand moves in between your legs, coaxing a moan from your body. He smiles, pleased with his work.

“Good girl…. Good girl. Now beg.” You bite your lip, willing to moan but not give in to his demands yet. He uses his hand on your neck to angle your forehead to meet his. You kiss and his lips are unbearably soft. He finally uses two fingers to enter you and your breath hitches in your throat. You rest a hand on his chest and use it as leverage to help you ride his hand. He praises you while you move your hips faster, chasing that feeling. You feel yourself building up to it, almost tasting a touch of ecstasy, right when he removes his hand entirely. Your voice betrays you as you let out a sound in disappointment. He kisses you, soft and slow, holding your neck but extending a thumb to your chin to run the finger over your bottom lip. He sits it on your lip, slowly moving it in and out of your mouth, you suck it instinctively.

“Say please baby.” He kisses you again, and you break the contact to whisper “please, please “ into his lips. As if making a pact with the devil , he immediately flips you over, removing his underwear and carries you into hell. He is a flurry of creamy skin, tattoos and dark hair as he positions his head between your legs beginning with a slow and consistent lick , eventually building to a mouth and hand combination that makes your legs shake. You lock your hand in his hair, grabbing tightly and he laughs up at you reminding you to “be nice.” But he doesn't seem to actually care as you go back to suffocating him in your heat. After your third or fourth orgasm he decides it’s finally time for him to enter you. He speaks, sweetly , angling himself at your opening. His smile holds a mirror to the little boy he once was and while your attraction to him is unparalleled you can’t help but find him trustworthy, to feel as though you know that little boy would grow to be the kind of man who wants to keep you safe.

“I got you , I got you.” he whispers into your ear before trailing his lips down your neck. He can feel your fighting for control of your body again, after coming down from the high of your last O. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and for a moment it feels like floating, him holding you, him filling you up, his voice whispering comfort to you. You watch from below him, as the veins in his neck bulge in the pursuit of his bliss.

“Mmmm” he seems to say to himself , unaware that every sound he makes, assists in sending you over the edge. He held you down by your neck and you scratched at his back while he pushed into you a few more times, creating a space for himself. Carving out a moment of comfort and oneness between the two of you . His eyes closed, and his brows knit together as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“You feel amazing.” he whispers, into a smile.

You kiss him and you feel the shiver that runs through his body. You’re momentarily pleased that he's just as surprised as you are by your physical connection.

“I want to make you cum now.” he says ,sure of himself.

“Oh sooooooo confident !” you joke before he grabs your hips and swings you on top of him. With your hands on his chest you press yourself up and down bouncing on him. He holds the crook of your hip, his tatted arm coming up to grab you by the neck.

You dig your nails into his chest and he tightens his grip on your throat, challenging you as you wind your hips on him. You lean forward and whisper to him “I think I’m going to be the one to make you cum” before sucking on the skin at the side of his neck.

He groans, letting go of your throat to run a hand through his hair. You lean back up to allow him a better view of you while you continue to ride him and you can see the resolve in his face beginning to break. His bicep looks large against the headboard and taking in his body from up top is too overwhelming. His hand makes its way to your chest, gripping at your breast, your nipple nestled safely in between his fingers. It begins quiet but, it doesn’t escape your attention. He keeps closing and reopening his big brown eyes, his chest rising and falling with his moans as he lets you ride him. You’ve fully checked out on pleasing him and are focused on your own pleasure which seems to only intensify the sensations for him. You cannot watch your mouth as you near your orgasm and find yourself letting out a slew of curse words as you use him to reach your apex. His moans get louder and seem partially controlled until he feels you cumming. The contractions around him are too much for him to bear and he lets out a guttural noise you had not yet heard from him. He closes his eyes, head titled back towards the headboard trying to steady his breathing as he recovers from spilling inside you. You’re panting on top of him but find yourself unable to move and grateful for his supportive hands at your hips as you bring your lips down to meet his.

“My god.” he exhales , and you laugh down at him through the wisps of his hair that had fallen in between you. He joins you chuckling, catching your breath as Bam paws at the bottom of the bedroom door. Not in a bad way but, just enough to let you know he is there. Which only makes you both laugh even harder. “I don’t want to move.” he whispers.

“ Well I think Bam would disagree.” Your eyes read his face, trying to sear the memory of this intimacy into your brain forever.

“Well Bam gets to see your beautiful face every few weeks, he can wait a little longer.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you but you move away. His dimples deepen, attracted by your unwillingness to give in so easily. You turn your eyes to Bam’s pawing at the door.

“Fine.” he rolls his eyes rolling out of you and off of the bed. You watch as the muscles in his back contract as he redresses. He crosses in front of his record collection, coming back to the side of the bed to kiss you on your forehead.

“I’m not done with you yet.” his smile is cheeky as he leaves the room, you can hear the excitement in Bam’s footsteps as they race down the hallway. It was by far your most unprofessional thought of the day but, you found yourself secretly praying he never would be done with you.

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kooeater · 6 months

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Hi babes!! can you do a short fic about older/dilf!jk x reader with daddy issues? smutty and cute pleaseee <3

guys who are older | JJK

Jungkook x f.reader

smut | fluff | tiny bit of angst?

warnings: age gap, older!jk. daddy issues?, unproteced sex, counter sex, dom/sub dynamics, slight choking, afteracare, some cutesy stuff c:

(Is this short? I think so... I'm not sure omg I tried my best anon!! Hope you enjoy!)

Jeon Jungkook, 38-year-old divorced hot dad moved next door to you and fucking hell did he make you go insane. Let's just say, you gotten to know him very well.

Fucking Jungkook was the best part of your day, you two can't go a day without having sex. You made it very clear to him that he can talk to you about anything, it doesn't always have to be about sex! Although, the age gap was certainly something you always swore to him you can understand like an adult.

You're a 21-year-old college student, and he's 38, divorced, and has 2 kids, did you care? No, not at all. You were going to fuck him regardless.

"You're such a good girl for me." a beautiful moan coming from his mouth, his large member thrusting in and out of your tight hole, tattooed hands clamped around your throat.

All you did was knock on his door for some sugar, in the smallest skirt you know he loves.

Now, you're on his kitchen counter, legs spread opened, panties to the side like a whore for his cock to ram into your cunt. Whimpers coming from your mouth as his cock kept hitting the same spot in you over and over again. He knows how's to fuck way too well.

"Jungkook please, cum in me!" you let out a high-pitched moan as you felt his cock hit your g spot repeatedly. You then do a little yelp as his hand comes off your throat and up to your boobs, grasping them like stress balls.

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me. I can be in this tight pussy all fucking day." his words send you over the edge, you can feel your orgasm coming close. a couple of rubs to your clit and you're releasing sweet cream all over his member just how he likes it.

Sex was great of course; the aftercare was just as good. He lets you know that he cares after fucking you into next week. He would make sure you had a nice spot to nap knowing you're such a sleepy head after sex, he made sure there was snacks for you to munch on.

His praise was everything to you. He knew you didn't have a father figure emotionally there for you while you were growing up, he caught onto your daddy issues really quick. Every time you brought up your grades, good or bad ones he'll always say how he's proud of you.

"Darling don't be sad, an 88% is fine. You studied hard and you did your work, you just need to understand it better. Look, your professor even left a note saying how lovely your handwriting is!" he pointed to the little sticky note, trying to cheer you up as you were letting out tears for not getting the perfect grade back.

"Well yeah I mean, I tried my best to make it look nice." sadness tinted in your voice as you leaned into his chest feeling nothing but warmth and comfort from him.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you're okay." his soft yet simple words are enough to make you break down. He picks up your body and sits down on his living room couch, your hands wrapped around his neck as his arms wrap around your waist.

Times like that were the best, knowing that you can have that comforting connecting with him, knowing that he wasn't just going to walk out on you. He was the older man you always needed in your life, and you're not going to let him go.

this was done pretty fastly lmao sorry if it's boring? Idk I'm not used to writing this way but I wanted to try it out! Like and follow if you feel like it, thanks for readinggggg ~~~ 🤍

- belle 🎀

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m-yg93 · 2 years

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Rematch

Pairing: JJK x Reader

WC: 13k

Genre: Smut, PWP

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: Toxic!JK, Mean!Reader, D/s dynamics, teasing, humiliation, praise, degredation, crying, spanking, semi exhibitionism?, oral (m. and f. receiving) butt plug, edging, anal play, face sitting, cuffs, restraints, piercings (nipple and genital), begging, unprotected sex, choking, creampie, pain play, overstimulation

Banner by @introgfx

Beta’d by @sunshinerainbowsbts

Summary: Jungkook’s only interaction with you lasted less than an hour but you’ve ingrained yourself in his mind since. You gave him a taste of a dynamic which he now desperately craves more of. If only you’d answer one of his DMs. Guess he’ll have to up his game.

Author’s Note: Okay so Have Mercy was supposed to be a One Shot. Then I decided to make a drabble and now I have 13k. I’m a CLOWN. 🤡 Thank you to my moots who let me ramble on about this brat and encouraged me to write. Special thanks to @audreonne for giving me her e-sports knowledge and letting me use her username as OC’s gamertag.

Jungkook is faced with the dark screen of his open Discord DMs with you. Your icon sits at the top of his recent chats but it’s absent from the conversation.

His own stares him down at every attempt he’s sent out. It had started simple enough, greetings and invites to join a game once in a while. He cringes when he sees his words shift to the more desperate tries at catching your attention. He’d even said please and he knows how that’s your favorite word. He knows you’ve seen them, your icon flashing green to indicate you’re online and his heart beating against his ribcage hoping that maybe this time you’ll deem him worthy of a response.

But it stays quiet, as always.

His phone chimes to notify him of new Twitch activity. Audreonne is live! His eyes scramble to the time in the bottom left of his screen. Shit, he’s going to be late.

He still manages to catch your introduction as he gets into chat. You had your stream schedule posted on your channel and he did what he could to jump onto Overwatch whenever he saw you playing, in hopes that he’d fall into a game with you again, but he’d had no luck so far.

He’d tried to catch your attention in chat once but a follower of his had also noticed his message and the chat had flooded with messages about him. He’d seen the scowl that settled on your brow when you noticed your chat devolving into chaos. He hadn’t spoken publicly since, but still did his best to watch all your streams, arguably impressed with your skills in not only Overwatch but in various other games you showcased on your channel.

He watches you get into the game, continuing with Skyrim this time as you were going through a Legendary run. In your first session, you had run straight to the Dark Brother to hunt down the weapon you were setting up your build around, Windshear, and made easy work of any enemies once your One-Handed and Light Armor skills were maxed out.

Your chat had heavily suggested (i.e. backseat piloting ) for you to go for an Illusion Assassin build but you’d adamantly refused. “I like seeing the kill shots where I dismantle their heads from their bodies.” If hearing that ended up making Jungkook chub up in his pants, that was nobody else’s business but his own, thank you.

You were chatting casually with your viewers, taking recommendations on which quest to do next and which side of the war to support. You’ve never acknowledged his presence in your chat but sometimes you’ve let something slip that makes him believe you absolutely know he’s watching.

“If you kill Paarthurnax you’re dead to me.” Your eyes move to look straight down the camera and his brain whirs to bring up the memories of the last time he was subject to that stare. “I always respect some good restraint.” The lopsided grin that accompanied the remark sent his hand straight around his cock, squeezing to try and keep himself under control. He may be trying to keep his boner at bay but he’s not so lucky with the whimper that slips through his closed lips.

Maybe you just don’t pay too much attention to Discord. You never stream with fellow gamers so you might not check it as often as he believes. Maybe you aren’t actually ignoring him. He opens a second screen and finds the whisper function.

A chat window opens up with your name at the top. He can’t possibly come on too strong with just a hello, right? He sees his message appear at the top of the chat.

GoldenJK: hey (:

His attention goes straight back to your stream. You’re in the middle of juggling Voslaarum and Naaslaarum on the frozen lake of the Forgotten Vale when he sees your eyes flicker to something catching your attention on the second screen he knows you have to monitor the stream while playing. It’s quick enough for the two dragons to make you fumble in your attacks and drain a good chunk of vitality from your character.

“Motherfucker,” you mumble under your breath, almost imperceptible to your viewers. You pause the game as a breath of fire is just about to hit your Redguard in the face. “Sorry guys, I just need to fix a setting here that’s bothering me.” It only takes a second before you’re back in the game and both dragons are disintegrating in a shower of light as you soak up their souls.

He goes back to the open conversation. Had you taken the time to answer him during that pause? There’s definitely something waiting for him in the chat, but not what he had hoped.

This user has turned on “Block Whispers from strangers” in their privacy settings and must start a conversation with you first.

Or maybe you are ignoring him.

Jungkook’s head falls onto his desk with a groan. He’ll have to think of something else in that case.

Fine, so getting your attention one on one won’t work but he can get your attention in a form you can’t ignore. It’ll just take some work but he’s committed.

It takes some research on his part to see what brings in big viewer counts to stream and he’ll need as many as possible for this plan. He ultimately decides on a charity stream. He gets to execute his strategy to pique your interest and he can help a cause he cares about. It’s the perfect plan and everybody wins!

He sets up to work with Tiltify so stream donations can be sent automatically to his favorite animal welfare charity that supports non-kill shelters in cities with high stray populations. He’s ambitious in setting the charity goal to 100k, but he figures that 1$ for every subscriber he has should be attainable.

He keeps a close eye on your stream schedule in case of any changes, even though you haven’t changed your streaming hours in years, as he finds out. He puts out the announcement on all his social medias to announce the stream start time while assuring that the 24 hours would end right in the middle of your scheduled Saturday session.

He’s all smiles and high energy when the day finally comes and his chat starts filling up with his regular crowd. He screens through the greeting messages, seeing a lot of comments saying they probably wouldn’t be able to stick around for the whole 24 hours but they are happy he is supporting a good cause and using his platform to bring awareness.

“No worries, guys! I totally don’t expect anyone else to suffer watching their screens for all this time like I am. Pop in and out whenever you want and see what’s going on. I have a rough schedule on my Twitter for times when each game will be played if you’re more interested in some rather than others. Make sure you come back right before it ends to see if we reach our goal! I got Bam from the local shelter in my city, and they were great at taking care of him and making sure I was set up to give him the best possible life, so I want to do what I can to give back in his honor.”

Perhaps he also needed as many of his viewers active in chat when the countdown ended as possible, but they didn’t need to know that.

“We’re going to start with Overwatch while I’m at my most focused. Alright, let’s get it!”

Jungkook tries to hold back a yawn as the last hour starts ticking down. His desk is covered in opened energy drink cans, making sure to thank his sponsor every time he cracks a new one open. Jin had dropped him off something to eat midway through the stream when his friend had realized the empty bag of chips scattered around Jungkook had been his only sustenance throughout the project. His viewers might have enjoyed his hyung’s loud scolding from the outskirts of the webcam a little too much, but he’s grateful for the food.

His viewers had been enormously generous throughout the stream, and his charity goal currently read $92,515.50/$100,000 in the banner above his head. It probably won’t reach the full 100k but that is still a massive amount of funds he can provide to the organization, and he’s thrilled either way.

He’d moved on to Stardew Valley, enjoying the quiet farm life to wind down the stream. It was hard to keep his eyes open at this point and he needed something that didn’t involve being on the lookout too much, but the soundtrack is softly lulling him to sleep.

“Concerned Ape really did amazing on this music. Might just add it to my sleep playlist with how effective it’s being right now,” he jokes with his chat.

He’s distracted by the countdown clock coming into its last 10 minutes and doesn’t notice chat frantically warning him that he’s about to miss Abigail’s birthday, only taking the time to check and read once he’s already safe in bed and the end of day money count from the shipping bin starts being displayed.

“Oh, no way! I totally forgot it was today. I had the amethyst in my inventory and everything. Man, my gamergirl wifey is just slipping through my fingers.” He throws his head back in a mock wail when the donation jingle brings him back. It’d likely be the last one of the night so it was a good time to countdown to the end of the stream with his viewers.

$10,000 donated by Anonymous

It takes a second for that to register before his mouth finally catches up to his brain.

“Holy fuck! Was that a typo? Did you hit too many 0’s? Send me a DM and I’ll figure out how to get that sorted for you, dude.”

He’s still freaking out as the countdown comes down to 0:00:00 signaling the end of the stream but he can’t enact the second phase of his plan without getting this settled first. Another jingle comes in.

$1,000 donated by Anonymous “No mistake. I like animals. Good job on reaching the goal.”

His chat goes wild as the message confirms the massive donation responsible for getting him to the milestone. He’s out of his chair and screaming, grabbing his Doberman by the front paws and dancing with him around the room. Bam doesn’t understand what the sudden fuss is about but he happily bounces along with his owner.

The viewer count is at the highest it’s been all stream, well over 50k as his final donation makes the rounds on social media which brings a ton of new viewers in to see the reaction.

“I can’t thank you enough, my guy. I’m so happy we hit the objective! These funds are going to save the lives of hundreds of animals in shelters across the country. I am truly speechless, wow.”

It takes a second for him to compose himself enough to close the games and enact the second part of his plan, the reason this all started in the first place.

“I’m going to do my last good deed of the day before I go knock out so if you guys can stick around just for a minute, I’d really appreciate it. We’re going to send all this awesome positive energy out to another streamer. Make sure you guys stay respectful in their chat, we’re keeping this supportive vibe across to the other stream, please. They’re a really talented player. They’re playing Mario Kart right now, but they are super well rounded and play every game style so there’s something in their channel for every one of you, I’m sure.”

This is it. He can see you’re streaming on your own channel, casually zooming past all other karts as you race down Rainbow Road. He can hear the telltale siren of an approaching blue shell about to blast you and he hopes his chat can make up for the hit. He clicks the button and they’re off as he signals his goodbye.

He watches you groan as the shell explodes over your head and stops your kart dead in its tracks when the message appears on your screen.

GoldenJK is now raiding with 54,488 viewers!

“Woah, what’s going on in chat? Give me a second.” You’re pausing the game mid race to catch up but there’s no way to read anything as the raid messages flood through the chatroom. “Oh, a raid. Hi guys! From GoldenJK? He just ended his charity stream, right? I popped in, that was cool. Too bad he can’t keep his schedule straight enough on Stardew. RIP,” you laugh.

You knew he was doing the stream? You had watched it. The plan worked! He’d definitely caught your attention and he sits watching his screen like a moron with the biggest smile plastered on his face for another 20 minutes before you end your stream, taking the chain and raiding another streamer you knew well.

A positive interaction, and a public one at that. His plan had worked flawlessly. He can go to bed happy. He’s about to shut down his PC when Discord rings with an incoming call. He thinks the exhaustion might have caught up to him but when your name is still being announced on his screen after he rubs furiously at his eyes, he’s quick to answer the call.

“You’re a really persistent little shit, aren’t you?” You don’t give him the opportunity to even greet you before you jump on him. He’d be upset if you weren’t so right. He did do all of this for the possibility of this moment after all.

“You weren’t answering my messages,” he reasons. He keeps his voice low and eyes wide knowing damn well he can pass off as sweet and innocent. To anyone else maybe, but you’re too hard to manipulate. Your own eyes squint at his words, an eyebrow raising in defiance at his claim.

“Blowing up my Discord, camping in my streams, distracting my chat. You’re lucky I’m so nice. You weren’t rude so I called off my mods from banning you since you had changed tactics and kept quiet after you realized that wasn’t going to work. You got real close when you started whispering in the middle of a boss battle though. Really testing your limits. All that, and you didn’t think it might mean I wasn’t interested in talking to you?” you counter back.

“I mean, yeah but-”

“No buts. I guess our last interaction wasn’t enough to teach you some manners, kid.”

Jungkook scowls at the insinuation. Not that he doesn’t have manners, he knows he acts out, but he always gets what he wants so why bother with politeness. “I’m not a kid.” He knows you know that, had first hand experience with just how grown he is.

“Stop acting like one and maybe I’ll stop treating you like one,” you shrug. You don’t leave him any chance to latch on, simply brushing him off at every turn. He’s never had to chase after someone the way he does you. It’s infuriating, and inexplicably sexy.

“Kept you interested enough to watch my streams though,” he challenges.

“Stream, singular. I keep track of charity streams. I suppose you could call me a philanthropist. You’re welcome for that, by the way. Couldn’t let the welfare organization suffer at the hands of your failure to meet the goal.” You’re so casual in the mention that it takes a second for your words to fully register.

“That was you? You just have eleven thousand dollars to throw around?” He can’t hide his shock. It’s no small amount of money to be dropping so easily.

Your actions are calculated as you pick at your nails nonchalantly, shoulders rising and dropping, unfazed. “Let’s just say I don’t struggle with my streaming income. Maybe you’ll get there one day with enough patience, skills, and sponsors. Plus, I got my cat from a shelter so you got lucky and hit my soft spot.”

“Bamie’s from a shelter! He’s a rescue too.” He’s jumping to remind you that you have things in common.

“Lots of people adopt from shelters.” Your eyes are rolling at his pitiful attempts but you’re here so you might as well find out what he was so adamant about. “What did you need my attention so bad for anyway?”

Truth be told, Jungkook didn’t think he’d get this far, fully expecting to be faced with a blank screen and more silence. Obviously he knew why he needed your attention so desperately but he also knew you’d immediately drop out of the call if he tried to hit on you.

“Uh,” He’s grasping for an idea, any words to create an excuse for his actions. “Training!” Genius . “Look, I’ll admit you’re a better Overwatch player than me and since you’re also a Widowmaker main you know how to play her really well. I was hoping you could teach me?”

Both your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline. “Huh. That’s true, but I never expected you to acknowledge it. You have a whole team. I’m sure one of them can handle Widowmaker and give you some tips. It’s probably best for it to come from them since they’ll be more helpful for what will work within your established team dynamics anyway.”

“They can’t!” he exclaims. “None of them really played around with Widowmaker since I was so insistent in playing her myself. None of them know her gameplay well enough. Plus, they wouldn’t push me like I know you would.”

He’s giving himself away with that last bit of information and you both know it. His mind races to the last time you pushed him and he nearly sneaks his hand down to his cock which is hardening at the memory.

“I suppose I can figure out a training plan to help you out since I’m so generous. Give me some time to set something up and I’ll send you an invite link to log into a private game to give you the rundown.”

“No!” he cries out. “I can’t learn online. I failed all my remote classes at school, can’t focus. We’re both in the same city, right?” As if he didn’t know the answer already. He’d been on your social media for weeks, he knew very well that you were in his city but had nearly zero chance of crossing his path. It was populated by a few million people after all. “Can you give me some in-person training?”

You purse your lips, trying not to let the smug grin escape with a chuckle. “You sure are asking a lot. I’ll make you a deal - you ask me politely and sincerely, and I’ll consider it.” You lean into the back of your chair, arms crossing over your chest.

Jungkook might be short circuiting a little bit. You didn’t say no. All he has to do is ask. He can handle that!

“Can you come over and train me?” He’s met with silence and a dead stare. Just enough to remind him that he’s missing the most important thing. “Please?” he adds.

He’s rewarded with a seemingly sweet smile that he knows hides a much more sinister story behind your pearly white teeth.

“Such a good boy when you know your manners. Send me your address. Be ready at 7 next Friday. Make sure you clean up. I don’t want to walk into that room with it smelling like a basement, covered in cum-stained tissues.”

He doesn’t have the chance to defend himself and let you know that he obsessively keeps his apartment neat and smelling fresh, thank you very much, before the call drops and he’s faced with a dark silent screen and a lap screaming for attention.

Jungkook might have overdone it on the cleaning to make sure his place was up to your standards. He had put on his alarm to wake up early and spent the day scrubbing at any surface he could reach. Would you see the top of his kitchen cabinets? Absolutely not. Did he make sure to grab his step stool and eliminate any speck of dust up there? Yes, he did.

By the time he’s done, his clothes are damp with sweat and his head is dizzy from the overpowering lemon scent of his products. He opens up all his windows and turns on the diffusers in every room. His friends often told him he was excessive in the amount of air purifiers he had in his two bedroom apartment. Sorry if he’s sensitive to smells and wants to be able to breathe properly. He’s rushing to jump in the shower when he finally finishes and notices the time. You’ll be here soon and he stinks.

He’s in a matching set of soft sweatpants and a hoodie, hands still furiously rubbing at his wet hair with a towel when the doorbell rings. His heart is in his throat knowing that you’re only a few feet away behind his front door. The doorbell rings a second time, breaking him out of the panic-induced freeze he’d been stuck in.

“Coming!” At least, he sure hoped he would be.

He’s steeling himself with one last deep breath before he throws the door open. He has his most charming smile plastered on his face and a warm welcome on the tip of his tongue. All of which immediately dries up and dies on his lips when he’s finally faced with seeing you in the flesh.

All your streams had you in comfortable clothes, soft fabrics and modest necklines but the woman on his doorstep is a vixen. His eyes are pulled down by a gravitational pull outside of his control. They pass through your hair hanging loosely around your face, pausing at the skin of your cleavage peeking through the low cut of your top, flesh straining against the right fabric across your chest. His gaze continues further down to the pleated skirt that ends dangerously high on your leg, letting a smooth expanse of skin catch his attention before it disappears into your thigh high socks. He’s hypnotized by the soft pudge that is created where the fabric of your sock digs into the meat of your leg. His mind is reeling and thoughts of bite bite bite are bouncing in his empty cranium.

“You’re drooling.” It’s a reflex to bring his hand up to his mouth to check if a little bit of saliva had ended up pooling at the edge of his open lips, but it comes away dry. Just the start of the teasing he knows he’ll be subjected to.

“I- uh, thighs.”

The loud laugh that echoes around him finally breaks him out of his hypnosis. “Yes, very astute. Are you going to let me go inside or are you intent on giving your neighbors a show?” His brows furrow at your words until he follows your eyes down to his groin where his dick had started to press against his sweatpants, forming an embarrassing tent.

His hands are quick to cover up, cheeks heating in humiliation. Why is it always so easy for you to get a reaction out of him? You haven’t done anything at all and here he is, boner out for anyone to see like some horny teenager.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, voice quiet enough for it to only be heard between you. He gets out of the way to open up the doorway for you to come in, then closes the door behind you, making sure to check that nobody in the neighborhood had been privy to this shameful moment.

“I swear I can control myself. I’m not some sort of animal.” It’s only once you’re fully in his living room, eyes drifting to every corner and taking in his space that he notices the black bag you brought along. “What’s in there?”

Your smirk is devious, inching slowly as your eyes darken. “Training materials, of course. You see, I figured out your issue. Your main flaw is your lack of focus and that’s because you’re not actually a gamer, you’re a streamer. You’ve programmed yourself to respond to distractions, like incoming subs and donations so you can reply and interact with your chat. It makes for a good influencer and entertainer, but breaks your skills for whatever game you’re playing.”

“So I have to practice staying focused and ignoring distractions?” he asks. You’re nodding in reply. “Okay, that makes sense. How are we going to do that?”

There’s an evil twinkle in your eye as you drop the bag to the floor, bending down to rip it open and dig your hand in to pull out your so-called ‘training materials’ into his view. His heart beats a little harder as each item is divulged.

He’s nervous, he thought he knew what he was getting into by getting you face to face but he should have known better than to think you wouldn’t continue to surprise him. His face goes pale when it dawns on him that the buttplug you pull out isn’t for you as you instruct him to turn around and bend over.

“What?” he asks, eyes wide. “I do the stuffing, not the other way around.”

Your shoulders shrug, unconcerned, as you make to pack up again. “Alright then. I thought you wanted my help, but I can just go if you’re not going to take my training regiment seriously.”

“No! I do! I’ll follow your lead.” A self-satisfied smirk is his only response.

Which is how he ends up bent over his couch, face digging into the cushion, back arched and presenting himself like a bitch in heat. He won’t lie to himself and deny that the warmth of your palm rubbing circles over the curve of his ass isn’t soothing and causing him to melt further into stuffing of the sofa.

He has almost forgotten the purpose for his position, head floating away into the feeling of your skin on his until the cold sticky feeling of lube dropping onto his hole wakes him from his daze, body stiffening.

“Shhhh, relax sweet boy, I got you,” you comfort from behind him. There’s gentle tight circles being drawn around his rim and he can’t tell if the shiver that courses through him is from the chill of the lube or your praises. A little bit of both, he supposes. You’re careful not to rush him, letting him release the tension before slowly but purposefully applying pressure into your touch until it breaches the tight ring of muscle.

“Ahh!” The noise that escapes him is uncontrolled. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not particularly pleasurable, just odd and unfamiliar. You give him time to accommodate the new intrusion before continuing to burrow until your finger is nestled deep and comfortable inside him. It’s a slow and teasing motion to thrust it out and back in again until it feels right to add in another, the stretch pulling more soft whines from his chest.

“You’re doing so good for me, darling. Just letting me use that tight little virgin hole, hmm?” Jungkook hasn’t been a virgin in years but the idea of allowing you to be the first to defile him in a way sends his brain buzzing. He can’t bring himself to reply with actual words, only incoherent noises falling from his lips as he lets you work.

You start to pry your fingers apart, letting them stretch him open until he encloses your fingers in a comfortable pressure but loose enough to enact the next part of your plan. “I’m making you feel good, aren’t I? Isn’t this nice?” you ask, voice slipping into a teasing tone.

All he can do is frantically nod at your insistence. It does feel nice. He is starting to think he’ll have to add some fingering into his masturbating routine if it helps make his mind drift off like this.

“Hold on to something,” is the only warning you give him before curling your fingers and giving a vicious push to tickle at a spot inside him that makes him scream.

“Oh God, FUCK-” His body is pulling away from your fingers, aching to run from the sensation that sends a jolt of electricity down his entire spine. Your free hand comes to grab at his hip and pull him back with a tsk.

“Don’t start acting up already. Grab at the couch if you need to but stay still.” His hands are reaching to grasp the meat of the cushion beneath him, teeth grinding down as you repeat the motion again, slower this time, trembles wracking through him followed by an obscene moan. “There we go. See? You just need to trust me to make you feel good, sweetling.”

You’re right of course, you always seem to be, helping him discover parts of himself he didn’t know existed. He revels in the feeling, legs turning shaky under your touch, abdomen tightening. He can nearly taste his impending release before you cruelly rip your fingers away, leaving him clenching around empty air and choking on a sob.

“Did you really think you’d be able to sneak an orgasm past me? I do everything possible to make you into an obedient pet and you just prove how much you’re a brat at every turn.” You finish with a sharp spank to his cheeks, redding the skin under your strike.

“No, please! I’m good, I can beg like you like, please!” There are tears threatening to fall from the corner of his eyes at his ruined release, the tension previously building now slowly ebbing away.

“Hmm, not good enough unfortunately. I’m not completely heartless, I won’t leave you empty.”

There’s another loud squirt piercing the air and then a splatter of lube lands on his hole, sinking past the muscle that winks at the loss. There’s enough that it drips down to cover his balls, tickling his skin when it continues to flow along the underside of his shaft. He feels a hard pressure behind him again, thicker than your fingers had been. The plug nestles heavy inside him, the girth pushing at his walls but not angled to hit the spot you had been so intent on abusing earlier. It’s a comforting pressure but not enough.

“What can I do so you’ll let me cum?” he pleads. Maybe he can bribe you into bringing him to completion. Your hand wraps around him and gives a single teasing stroke that nearly makes his knees give out from under him.

“Nuh-uh, time to train now.”

He nods reluctantly, that’s what he had said he wanted after all. You throw something at him. He catches it on instinct, feeling the soft material under his calloused fingertips.

“Put these on and prepare to go live.”

Jungkook’s unsure if the blood boiling under his skin is from the harsh lights of his set up, which makes sure his face cam is nicely illuminated, or if his body is still reacting to the earlier activities. You had instructed him to change the angle of his webcam, so it now focused straight at his face the same way yours did, rather than the previous angle which showed off most of his body, but you didn’t give him the excuse as to why. He knows better than to question you at this point, so he adjusts the angle and starts his livestream as you had instructed.

He’s setting up some solo maps, explaining to chat that he’s working on changing his technique so he doesn’t want to have to work with teammates online.

He’s squirming in his seat. The solid base of the plug is uncomfortable to sit on and his skin is brushing against the smooth fabric of the lacy panties you had thrown at him earlier. The lace trim scratches at his skin but the silk is soft against his cock, still half hard from the lack of release from earlier. He had thought about refusing to put on the garment but he can still remember the defying glint in your eye as the thought stayed quiet on his tongue.

His mind is drifting away from the game as a particular movement makes the plug brush against his prostate. He’s chasing after the feeling, trying to get it to hit the spot again when the chat catches his eye.

You good, JK?

You’re looking a little red, dude

Are you sick?

“Ah, n-no, it’s just a little hot in my apartment. I’m fine! Let’s try out these new tactics.” He’s stuttering through replying. Do they know? They can’t possibly know, it’s okay. He’s trying to distract them away from his blushing face because they’re right. He is sick. Just not with an illness, just a sick little pervert.

He’s trying to focus, really. He knows you’re out of frame, staring down his screen to monitor his actions, judging where he decides to grapple and hide to sneak attack his foes. There’s no reaction from you so he’s unsure whether his new attempts are up to your standards. He knows you wouldn’t make any noise and alert his chat of your presence, but how is he supposed to know he’s making any progress?

On the screen, Widowmaker cleans up her enemies, one kill after another, lulling him into a false sense of security. He didn’t expect the sudden thrum of low but steady vibrations to strike through him. Eyes widening and mouth falling open, his attention is diverted to where you’re hiding in a corner of the room, sitting on a chair, legs casually open, pose relaxed. It’s only now that he notices the little remote in your hand.

One of your eyebrows is raised as if to dare him to challenge you, so he’s quick to shut his mouth and bring his stare back to his screen. He wonders if his chat can see how tightly his molars are biting against each other at the back of his jaw and the way his ass grinds down into the cushion of his chair.

He should have figured it wouldn’t be that easy.

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Eyes in front of him. Fingers carefully poised on each button of his keyboard. He brings Widowmaker to look through the scope of her rifle as he aims to catch the head of an enemy bobbing between buildings far in front of him, and that’s when you strike your own attack, bringing the strength of the vibrations up several notches.

“Ack!” he exclaims, body jumping up in surprise. He’s biting on his lips to prevent any further sounds of escaping but his loss of focus brings his end as he hears the death announcement booming in his ears. The sensations stop immediately.

It takes a second for his heartbeat to slow to a reasonable pace, but it skips when he diverts his gaze to you. only to be met with a sinister smirk. His chat is alight with the sudden change in his vibe.

Is everything okay?

What happened, dude?

“It’s okay, everyone. I thought I saw something on the edge of the screen and got spooked,” he chuckles. It’s a lame excuse, of course. They all saw there was nothing happening on his screen to warrant the alarm but what else was he supposed to say? Sorry everyone, a devilish woman has me wrapped around her finger and her plug? He’d never admit that, even less so to his followers

“Back to it then. I think I’m getting somewhere.” The next game is set up and Jungkook jumps back into it, now more wary of the possibility of being attacked both in game and out of it.

You don’t move for a while. He gets so engrossed in the game and chatting with his viewers that he nearly forgets your presence in the room, like it’s just another stream as usual.

He’s joking with the chat about a certain move the NPC made that resulted in an easy kill when he senses something brush against his leg under the desk. He doesn’t think much of it, he owns a dog that requires a lot of attention. It’s not the first time Bam came and poked at him during a game.

Realization dawns on him quite quickly when he feels the hem of his sweatpants being tugged insistently downwards. There’s something, someone, under his desk that is adamant about getting him pantsless.

He pauses the game and excuses himself to chat. “Sorry, guys. Bam is under my desk and it’s a little distracting.” He’s backing up his chair to get a good view at what’s waiting for him under his desk. He was prepared to see you hiding under there but the view of you on your knees, tucked between his legs, eyes bright and smirk high on your lips still makes an aroused shudder go through him.

“Get out,” he demands but the look you give back reminds him that demands will get him nowhere. “Get out from under the desk, please? ” He’s trying his luck but he knows very well that his requests will fall on deaf ears. Focus you’re mouthing back at him. He tucks his chair back under his desk with a defeated groan.

“Looks like he’s a little stubborn today,” which earns him a tight pinch to his thigh, answering wince in reply. “I’ll just have to do my best to ignore him down there.” He knows that’s exactly what you want him to do, phase 2 of your evil training regiment he’s sure.

He does try, he swears, but he’d argue that any man with a pretty girl between their legs would struggle to play a damn videogame. He’s missing shots every time your hands stroke his skin a little too close to his groin, and he can’t imagine the scandalous sight you must be faced with as his cock fills out and strains against the flimsy fabric of the baby blue panties you put him in.

He’s trying not to think about the humiliation coursing through him at the thought of his viewers possibly catching a glimpse of what’s happening under his desk. His cheeks feel awfully warm. He pointedly refuses to check his camera for the proof and ignores the messages in chat that remark about it.

He thinks he’s not doing so terribly given the circumstances. Not until he feels the warm and wet sensation of your tongue laving against the silk that’s trapping his cock against his stomach. The panties are assuredly ruined between the wet patch where he leaks precum matching where your mouth suckles at the head of his cock through the fabric. It’s impossible to stop the groan that flies out of his mouth.

“Ah, missed an easy shot there, my bad.”

Your touch ignites fire beneath his skin and he’s sure his blush is flaming across every inch of his body. Your fingers are so soft where they taunt up the tight planes of his abdomen under his shirt, out of sight from the viewers. They crawl back downwards, catching the hem of the undergarments. There’s wicked snaps where you grab the elastic only to let it go where it hits back against his skin.

“Shit, off. Take it off.” Thankfully for him, his request passes off as D.Va launches her mech at his character and he manages to avoid the armor hurling into him. He takes the opportunity to strike her down while her defense is low.

There’s an audible sigh of relief when he finally feels the panties being slowly slipped out from under his ass and down the expanse of his legs to join his sweatpants pooling at his feet. He can feel how hard his cock is, holding shape straight up towards the underside of his desk, desperate for a touch.

You grant it nearly immediately, wrapping your hand loosely around his dick. He wishes he could see how your fingers look around his shaft. Would your hand look small in comparison? Would it engulf his length and shame him? He’s not sure which he’d rather more.

Just as you let your tongue drag from the bottom of his shaft up to the crown, circling the head and slipping it just past your lips he gets shot by an enemy which is lucky as the soft “fuck,” he releases blends easily into the situation. His brow is furrowed as he tries to stay alive both in game and under your touch. Had he gotten the full visual he’s sure he would have ascended to heaven right then and there.

You don’t have compassion for him for too long, though. You’re quick to deliver a powerful suck as you lap your tongue across the slit, hand tightening and stroking downward all at once. His fingers are digging into his keys, letting attacks fire off unwillingly.

He’s lost the power to be able to win at this rate but as long as he can stay in the game, your own game stays in play as well. His teeth grind down and the grip on his mouse cramps his hand.

Under the desk you’ve fallen into a tortuous rhythm. Hand stroking tightly, up and down, up and down. Your mouth follows close behind it, pulling a strong suck every time the flow reaches back up towards the head. Your spare hand has sneaked its way to his balls, softly palming them with the occasional tug. At one point the heat of your mouth leaves him and he thinks he’s finally been giving respite until he feels the wet muscle of your tongue licking wicked laps at his balls. He thinks it can’t possibly get worse for him but you open wide and sweep up both of his balls into your mouth all while your hand continues its cruel motion over his cock, adding a twist under the crown, little zaps of pleasure hitting him every time your fingers press against the 4 barbells on the underside of his cock. He’s about to fall apart just as you retreat entirely.

His breathing is heavy and he knows it’s obvious. There’s no point looking at chat now, they’re all calling him out for his odd behavior today. He’s using the benevolent pause you’ve given him to strike down a few enemies and catch up where his poor performance left him behind. He’s almost done the round, he can finish this.

The low rumble is back, sending jolts up through his spine. You’re not done with him yet and he’s on the edge of his seat awaiting your next move. Figuratively and literally, his ass had inched its way nearly off the chair as he chased after the warmth of your mouth. Along with the vibrations comes the sting of your nails digging into the meat of his thigh. They’re crawling upwards towards his dick, which is painfully hard and leaking.

There’s clear technique behind how confidently you spear his length entirely down your throat, massaging your tongue against his piercings. His whole body shivers and grows rigid under you. He can feel the muscles at the back of your throat contracting against him, fighting the intrusion but you hold strong. He’s doing his best to fight against the sensation too, waiting to see which one of you two will buckle first. But you have the advantage.

The vibrations increase again and he loses his nerve. His head bows towards the desk as a loud wail tears its way from his chest. He can feel the hard thunk of his forehead meeting the wood and his hands abandon their spot at the keys to slink under the desk and find home in your hair, fingers grasping at the strands.

You pull back before he has the chance to let go, another orgasm ripped from under him. His eyes come back to the screen and his chat is going wild at the sudden outburst.

“You know what? I think you guys are right. I’m not feeling too great. I’m going to end it here for tonight. I’ll be back to my regular schedule tomorrow. Thanks for being Golden!” He quickly tries to get to the end of his tagline before he turns off his programs to end the stream.

Once he’s sure he’s no longer live, he throws himself into the back of his chair, sending it rolling away from the desk to look at you. Your hair is messy from his tugging and your lips are red and plump, drool falling on his lap and dripping to the floor. You’ve never looked more beautiful and the urge to kiss you has never been stronger.

“Let me come? Please? I’ll beg, whatever you want. Just please let me come.” He’s already begging but whatever you need to hear, he’ll say.

“Why would I? You stopped training without permission. You never learn,” you rebuke.

“I had to! Did you want me to come in front of all my viewers, huh? I can’t ruin my reputation, this is my career as much as it is yours,” he defends himself.

“Of course not, bun.” Your frame raises from the floor, hands tracing his thighs, up the side of his ribcage, your body bent over his own. One of your hands settles on his cheek, palm curved around his jaw in an uncharacteristic act of comfort, until your fingers dig in a firm grasp to keep him still, his eyes boring into yours. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so. You wouldn’t have come in front of them because you know better, don’t you?”

He struggles to nod in agreement through your grip, he does know better by now. You’re wrong, he does learn but he’s still not ready to be entirely wrong himself. “Anyone would have crumbled in my place too. Nobody can play that well with a mouth on them like that. I bet you couldn’t either!”

He knows very well that he’s provoked something in you with that wager. “You think I’m weak enough to fall apart because of a little bit of oral? You want to try and prove me wrong, do you? You think you’re good enough with your tongue to make me fail?” There’s arrogance in your voice and he knows it’s far from misplaced, but he’s made his bed and the only option now is to lie in it.

“I do.”

There’s an audible gulp coming from his throat when he sees one of your eyebrows quirk up. He’d spent enough time watching your streams and studying your gameplay to have picked up that the tic always precedes you doubling down on whichever enemy, NPC or not, that’s managed to piss you off. You raise to your full height, now towering over his body in the chair.

“Kneel.”

The command is simple and direct. Easy to follow as he slides out of his seat, knees hitting the ground. Your hands inch the hem of your skirt up towards your waist, just enough to slip your thumbs into the waistband and ease your underwear down your legs to let them pool at your feet. Jungkook’s eyes follow the fabric down, brain registering that they look strikingly familiar to the pair he was previously wearing himself. You hadn’t just brought a pair of panties to put on him, you’d brought a pair of your panties and let them rub against him, now stained with the precum he had leaked throughout your earlier teasing. Would you throw them out now or would you keep them? Physical proof of him putting his brand on you just as you’ve branded him in a way with the control you so easily exert over him.

In his fog, he hasn’t noticed how you’ve turned around to click away on the keyboard, bent over the desk, ass now presented straight in his face. Your pussy peeks from under the curve where your ass meets the top of your thighs. There’s a glimmer of a shine proving that you weren’t totally unaffected by your actions on him. A part of you is still human, no matter how much restraint you’re able to display.

There’s a deep need in his fingertips urging him to reach out, spread your cheeks apart to get the view he’s craving. He’s aching, from his cock through his entire being, to see the gem he’s been fantasizing about for all these weeks. His fingers twitch at the thought but you turn around just in time to stop him from bringing his hands forward onto your legs.

His eyes trail back up where your skirt now provides modesty. Modesty which he now knows is but a facade, part of the act. You’re not as innocent as you make yourself appear to your viewers. They’ve been fooled, just as he had during that first game when you two interacted. His gaze falls on the screen. where he can see you’ve now logged into your own account and set up an online game. A slight confusion crosses his mind but the view of his earphones set on your head, microphone adjusted in front of your mouth clears it up. You’re planning on being on voice chat through all of this to prove your point.

You slip past him, back towards your infernal bag of tricks. Jungkook doesn’t see what you’ve come back with since you stop behind him. Your knees are bracing his thighs from the outside as you kneel at his back. He’s sitting on his heels, taking the lower position, head leaning onto your chest. His eyes are nearly turning to the back of their sockets. They’re looking for you, for a clue of what comes next.

Your hands are flat on his thighs, soft against the hard muscle but nails sharp where they stab into his skin. You never let him forget that you are the embodiment of duality. They tease as they crawl up his lap to his hips, avoiding where his dick lays hard and useless between his legs. He can see that your eyes are trained on it. You’re focused on watching it twitch, unable to calm enough to rest comfortably as it seeks any sort of stimulation. There’s a long string of precum that clings to the head, leaking down his shaft and pooling on his balls.

“Please,” he asks. Jungkook doesn’t know what else he could ask for at this point. He has no control of the situation. The best he can do is plead and hope you are sympathetic.

“Oh, baby. It’s not about you anymore now. You wanted to prove yourself so you’ll have to do better than that.” His despair can be tasted in the air around him. Your hands swoop past his cock without a single brush of a fingertip. They take hold of the hem of his sweater and drag the fabric upwards tantalizingly slowly against the skin of his abdomen. “Hands up, darling.” With that his sweater is thrown into an unknown corner of the room and he’s left fully naked on the floor of his gaming room.

Did he ever expect to be on his knees where he works, under the dominance of a woman at that? No. Can he say he’s mad at it though? Also no. The anticipation sends a shiver running down his spine. Your hands settle on his shoulders and run down his arms.

“Your tattoos are pretty.” There’s that word again. You’d used it a lot that first time. Calling his tits pretty, his nipples, his cock . He never thought he’d like to be called something so feminine but all he wants now is for you to shower him with compliments, so if pretty is your word of choice he’ll gladly take it.

Your hands are wrapped around each of his wrists, your fingers struggling to close around them. He doesn’t fight against the pressure of your hold, simply letting you bring them behind him to settle at his back. There’s a thick material wrapping around each of them, closing tightly against his skin. A tinkle of metal as clasps are buckled. A light aroma of leather in the air. Your hands are back at his front, swimming through each bump of his abs and onto the bottom of his pecs, settling to tease between each of his most erogenous zones without giving either of them the attention he craves so desperately.

With an experimental tug Jungkook confirms his suspicions that his wrists are now bound. Your hair tickles at his neck. Your lips are close enough to nibble at the shell of his ear when you whisper, “If you’re so confident in your skills you’ll only need your mouth, right?”

Honestly, that’s somewhat unfair. You’ve been using your hands on top of your mouth to torture him. But he won’t admit to the disadvantage. “Try me,” he challenges.

“One last thing.” Your fingers make a beeline towards his nipples, twisting the pierced buds. His back flies into an arch, scream high on his lips as he chases after the stimulation he’s been looking for. “That little show last time wasn’t an exaggeration, huh. You really are as sensitive as you seemed. Let’s see if you’re as much of a little painslut as you made me believe.”

The tinkling of metal is back again. There are two chains in your hands, each with a clamp on one end and a ring on the other. “You even changed your barbells to little rings. Did you hope I’d use something to pull on them? Were you expecting all this? Am I predictable after all?”

Honestly, he just liked changing out the jewelry periodically. He liked how putting in a new piece would burn just a little and make the buds stiff as he pushed the metal through the opening in his skin. Was he hoping that you’d play with them? Of course. He knew that you were so focused on them when he played with them himself the last time that you wouldn’t be able to resist getting your own hands involved. Were you predictable though? Absolutely not. Every time he thinks he has something figured out, you flip the script and send him scrambling. Truthfully, he likes it better this way.

He doesn’t audibly answer any of your questions. He knows they’re mostly rhetorical. You don’t want replies, you just like getting in his head, each slip of your tongue sending his mind spinning. Besides, the soft whimpers and moans escaping him are all you’re truly after.

He can feel the weight of the clamp as you clip them onto the rings that pierce through each nipple. It’s not the direct sting he was looking for but there’s a pleasant weight that tugs them down. The experimental yank you give to each nipple makes his chest reverberate with a deep groan. He can see each of the pebbled nubs get pulled to tear away from his chest, straight outwards as you test the force that you can exert. He won’t give up so easily though, only pleasurable little noises escaping him.

You seem satisfied enough since you let go of the tension of the chains, slipping both the rings onto your middle finger. You take a seat on his chair, not the casual sprawl that he’s used to seeing you in but knees bent under you to leave an empty space directly between yourself and the seat.

You pat the empty spot with your palm. “Come,” you command, as if calling an untrained puppy to its spot at your heel. Jungkook figures this situation isn’t that far off. It’s a little harder than he expected to crawl to the space between your legs with his hands behind his back, knees dragging along the wooden floor.

“Good, turn around.” His brow furrows at the order but doesn’t question it. He turns his back to the chair, eyes facing towards the desk, or more so under it from his new low angle. Your fingers rake through his hair, nails scraping deliciously into scalp. He almost lets himself fall into the feeling before you’re pulling at it roughly. You’re dragging him backwards. He expects to fall onto his back but his nape hits the end of the chair, head falling onto the cushion.

He’s staring straight up at your face. Your body is hunched over him to manhandle him into position. It feels precarious, wheels threatening to roll away and send him hurtling backwards. His back is arched uncomfortably but not in a way that can’t be upheld with a little effort.

Once you seem pleased with his placement, your focus is back on the computer, setting up the lobby. He can’t quite see the screen from this angle but he knows the game starts since you’ve devoted all your attention to what’s in front of you, completely ignoring that he’s just under you, waiting for what comes next.

His questions are answered soon enough when your hand flies across the mouse pad to aim your gun at an opponent, which takes the ends of the chains with it, resulting in a sharp tug emanating from his chest. A loud moan follows and he knows his microphone would have picked that up.

“None of your business, focus on taking care of Doomfist and less about what’s going on in my room, huh?” Your teammate must have heard the outburst. Well, at least it was nice to know your snark at him during that first game was simply your default setting.

You must have silenced your mic for a moment because the next thing you say is, “We’re going to have to shut you up, huh?” and he figures that’s not directed to the people on the other side of the call. You’re not waiting for an answer, probably didn’t want one at all but the whine and quick little nods from him just makes you look more satisfied.

Darkness envelops his vision from your skirt lowering itself around his head but there’s no time to regain his bearings. Dropping yourself onto his face finally gives him his first chance at a touch of you. His hands may be unable to reach out like he’d want but his head lifts to meet you halfway, tongue out and searching.

He lets you settle fully onto your makeshift seat. He’s relishing in your musky scent. He had imagined how you might smell. Your skin gives off a faint aroma of vanilla which he’s sure comes from a lotion that you must have applied before your meeting, but it’s overpowered by the natural smell of arousal. He can feel the stickiness where it rubs against his cheek and across his nose.

The pace of him basking in your offering must be too slow for you because he hardly has time to enjoy it when another harsh pull of the chain causes a warm puff of air to flow from his mouth and catch against you. You’ve definitely noticed as the pulse of your core can be felt against his wandering lips. Turns out it’s a lot harder to be skilled when you can’t see where to focus your efforts.

His tongue acts as his eyes, licking up into warm flesh and looking for your trigger. He’s drunk on your taste, heavy on his lips. Jungkook is self aware enough to know he’s probably eaten more pussy than most and he enjoys it every time but none could compare to you right now. Do you actually taste better than any woman he’s had the chance to have squirming under him or do you simply have him bewitched? He suppose he’ll never truly know, only savoring what he’s given.

He can still hear you mumbling out commands at your teammates, orders on where to be placed, who to kill. You haven’t given any indication that he’s distracting you at all. He pushes the tip of his tongue into you where it’s the most warm and wet and traces it up the slit up to where he knows is the little button to make you break. He knows he’s landed on your clit when you give a subtle grind into his mouth.

Lips nibble around your nub, tongue laving tight little circles over it. Your hips are moving across his face. He’s barely doing any of the work as you use him to chase your own pleasure. He awaits to hear your own little cries to betray what’s going on at your end of the call but they never come. And neither do you. He’s putting in effort, pulling all his best tricks that would have any other woman begging for reprieve but you’re largely silent, the only words coming out of you barks at your comrades whenever a play fails.

He’s giving a long suck at your clit when he’s surprised with a new, more sadistic pull of the chain. It sends a scream from his throat into your own body, letting it vibrate through your core. He continues letting out sweet little moans to add to the stimulation and thinks this, this’ll do it.

The brightness of the room is shocking when you raise yourself off his face. The broken sob heard isn’t from the pain that pierces through his eyes at the light but the loss of you. His head is chasing after your taste, tongue still out and reaching. His face is wet, lips from the arousal that has spread and eyes from the frustrated unshed tears that have started to threaten to spill.

“Guess you’re not as good as you thought after all.” You’re taunting him but he’s weak and bites at the bait.

“I didn’t get enough time. Plus you’ve restricted me way more than you had been, it’s unfair!”

Light peals of laughter fill his ears. You’re mocking him and he’s reminded of the ache in his groin, still hard and so far from release. “Oh sweetie, I played four whole rounds. You had plenty of time. Plus, you needed air at some point.”

Jungkook wants to argue that he didn’t need air, he needed you . Just needs you to sit back down and smother him. If he’s going to die, drowning in pussy sounds like a fabulous way to go.

“It’s not my fault you just aren’t up to the challenge. I hope you learned something about focus through this though. You’ll need it. I’m giving you another chance because I am benevolent.”

He should be concentrating on the little things he could have picked up on through this torture, but all that’s ringing in his head is that another chance just means he gets to have your hands on him again. His dick twitches at the thought.

You unshackle his wrist and take off the clamps from the rings. Both areas ache with a delightful pressure, a mild buzzing going through him. You force him to log back into his own account because “I’m not going to let you ruin my stats.”

He’s back to sitting on his chair, body heavy into the back rest, chest rising and falling in hard pants. The air feels thicker in the room and it’s tinged with the smell of the sex he hasn’t gotten to fully experience. You’re flitting around the room behind him as he sets up his custom lobby again. Once he’s done he turns to see what you’ve been up to, finding that you’ve dragged the floor length mirror that’s usually in his room to lean across the wall behind his chair. Questions arise, but he doesn’t let any of them form into words.

You tug on his chair to put enough space between him and the desk to sneak through. You’re at the perfect height for him to stare right down your cleavage, urging the buttons that keep your blouse closed to pop open. He could use a blessing right about now.

It might not be what he was aiming for, but the universe does reward him by having you climb into his lap, knees on either side of his hips. You hook your chin over his shoulder, chest crushed against his own. You’re soft against him and he seeks more of your delicate skin. His hands gravitate to your ass, palms taking a wide handful of flesh itching to push it down to his lap.

“You’re not going to win anything if your hands aren’t on the keyboard, brat.” There’s a hand sneaking between the both of you to twist cruelly at his nipple. His hips raise in response to the stimulation, but you’re pulling up and away before he can make contact. His hands are flying off you before you can exert another punishment. It’s torture to bring each of his arms around you and not grab onto anything he can reach. He can’t blame his poor view on why it takes him so long to ready up. He can see the screen clearly over your body, but you’re warm against him and all his cells are screaming touch touch touch.

The game starts and he’s methodical, thinking of each move before he does it. He is seeing some improvement already, reaching areas at a better pace and firing off more accurate headshots than he used to. There are little movements in his peripheral that catch his eye. Your head moves against his shoulder and he feels it. Right there, on his neck, is a little peppering of kisses. Gentle across his skin, hot and wet as you let your tongue lick behind every brush of your lips.

Jungkook’s teeth grind against each other but a soft whine slips around a hum. His head is tilting, bringing the view of his screen off balance, but it’s worth it for the feeling of your teeth nibbling at him in the new space he’s created. He can feel where they dig into the muscle followed by a soft suck that he knows will leave a mark. He hopes you litter the entirety of his neck in deep purple hickeys that he won’t be able to hide, or perhaps show off, during his next stream. He wants you to mark your territory, sending a message to the next woman to hit on him.

He falters and his character gets hit, but he’s able to dodge the next shot and get out of range. He can grab the health pack he sees not far from his hiding place and it’s like nothing ever happened. You’re just getting started though. Your hips join your plan. They rotate in hellish little circles. His cock is trapped between his abdomen and the fabric of your skirt. He’s leaking but it’s not enough to counter the roughness of the cotton against his skin, all too sensitive now.

You must take pity on the pained little whimpers he’s letting out each time you swing forward and rub against him because he can feel your skirt being inched up around your waist, now leaving him free to feel the soft wet skin on the underside of his dick. The pace at which you move is excruciating. You take your time angling your hips forward and dragging them up. He swears he can feel your clit pass over each of the four barbells that decorate just under his head. You let the tip push right over your slit, giving him just a second of bliss where he can practically imagine slipping in. You bring yourself back down and repeat the motion in an agonizing rhythm.

He can barely make sense of what’s going on in the game but you’re quick to remind him. “Approach from the north, grapple to the roof.” He understands the purpose of the mirror now. You’re watching him play. You can see every move he makes, judging his skills and when to strike with your own.

He manages to tune out the delicious strokes you torment him with for another few minutes. He’s finally gotten into a groove. He’s focused . At least he is until you wait for him to be looking through the scope of his gun, ready to fire an impressive shot from halfway across the map. You’re at the tip of your rotation, the head of his cock enveloped between your folds. He’s got the enemy Sombra in his crosshairs when you sink straight down to the base of his cock, ass fully settled onto his lap.

If he’s honest Jungkook doesn’t know what kind of noise he lets out. His mind goes blank, vision dark as his eyes clamp close. There’s static in his ears, and the universe falls apart at the seams. All he knows is nothing in the world could feel as good as you do in this moment. His throat feels hoarse at whatever sound was ripped from his chest. He’s panting, breaths coming heavy and quick. His hands have abandoned the keyboard and mouse, now finding their way to grip at your hips, holding you down in fear that you’ll rip yourself away again.

“Aren’t you going to respawn?” Your voice pulls him from his daze. His eyes find the screen where his character has gotten killed. His hands are shaking as they reach for the keys again, hesitant to leave their perch, but you don’t seem to be going anywhere this time around. In fact, you’re painfully still. Not a single wiggle to heighten the stimulation. He’s unsure if cockwarming at this point feels like heaven or hell but he’ll take whatever he’s given.

He’s careful moving his Widowmaker across the map, skillfully dodging the attacks that come his way with his grappling hook, getting out of the way to take shots from above. There’s a tension in his gut. There’s a knot of stress settling in his throat as he takes aim at each opponent that crosses his path.

He’s so close to victory. Everything feels tight. Tighter? It dawns on him that you’re clenching. Your walls are pulsing around his dick in a manic rhythm, intent on making him lose both the game and his mind all at once. There’s sweat beading at his forehead from the effort it takes not to thrust up into you. His eyes are closing in a wince, the screen is getting blurry.

DEFEAT

A loud groan rips itself from deep within his chest. He can’t do this anymore. You win, okay?! He can’t fight against your special kind of torture.

“I give up! I can’t, please. Fuck! Please, let me come.”

“Tsk, you were so close.” He knows, trust him, he’s been close this whole time. “I guess I can give you a reward for jumping through the obstacles but you have to ask for it properly. Go on, ask for what you want nicely.” He’s been begging all evening, sweet little pleas falling from his lips at every moment. What more could you want from him? He thinks about your history together and it falls into place.

“Mercy. Have Mercy , please.”

“Good boy,” you acquiesce. You finally start moving, pumping yourself up and down at a maddeningly slow pace.

“More, need more- Faster, I’m begging!” There’s no thought behind his words, all imploring whines and requests of benevolence which you grant.

Your spine straightens up to stand tall on top of him, continuing backwards with a hand behind you on his knee to hold your weight. The other gripping at his shoulder for leverage. Your tits hypnotize him, moving in spellbinding circles right in his face from the force at which you bounce on his lap.

Your new angle allows him to reach between you to grab handfuls of your breasts. He’s itching to get at you through your clothes. He’s not sure if he’s unclasped the buttons or simply ripped them off your blouse but it’s out of the way and that’s all that matters. His hands glide up to your shoulders to slip the straps of your bra down to the crook of your arms, bringing the padding down with them to reveal his prize.

Your nipples are stiff peaks as they come into contact with the air conditioned room. Tattooed fingers come to wrap around them, squeezing and pulling. He hears your breath hitch and it registers that this is the first pleasurable noise he’s heard from you. It’s barely audible but there’s a moan coming out of your mouth, a moan that’s Jungkook’s doing. The thought sends a wave of heat through his body and he decides that his only mission now is to pull out more of them.

His head dips forward and takes one nipple between his lips. He’s gentle in his licks and suckles but the soft sighs you let out aren’t fulfilling his desires to have you fall apart. He slips the tip of it between his teeth and bites down with a gradual pressure until he can feel moan vibrate through your whole chest. Of course, if you can deal out the pain you’re sure to be able to handle it when it’s twisted back at you.

He’s rougher with his grip now, sure to leave deep imprints where his fingers poke into your skin, teeth leaving marks as he switches from one breast to the other, making sure to even out his attention. Just when he thinks he’s finally on the same playing field, you make sure to remind him that you’re in completely different leagues.

He’d forgotten all about the evil little remote that you had in your hand earlier but it must have made its way back into your hold because the vibrations are back, strong and insistent. He’s sure there’ll be bruises left where the pads of his fingers dig into you. Eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, head leaving your chest to be thrown backwards, a scream piercing through him.

“Gonna come! Oh god, please. I can’t hold it anymore. Have to come, please-” His words are slurring together, nonsensical in his begging. The hand that was holding onto his shoulder drags across to settle at the base of his throat. Your fingers mirror his strength and squeeze at each side, effectively cutting off his moan and his air supply. The fear that everything stops again is forgotten when he feels his world shatter. His balls tighten and the knot in his abdomen breaks when his orgasm finally hits. He can feel himself pulsing inside you, painting your walls.

The pulsing doesn’t end even after he’s emptied himself out. He can feel how tightly he’s wrapped around the plug which is still buzzing away relentlessly inside him. Mixed with the fact you haven’t faltered in your tempo, cruel as you continue the quick up and down on his oversensitive cock.

“Oh fuck- Stop. Ah! Hurts!” He’s trying to slow you down, hands on your hips but you’re stronger than you look and his muscles are slack, still recovering from his climax.

“Stop? Silly little baby. I haven’t come yet, why would I stop? You’ll be good and make me come, right? I’ll turn it off once you do.” He’s glad your legs haven’t grown tired because he couldn’t match your cadence if he tried. His hips are twitching up at random, little jolts piercing through him.

He regains control of his hands, bringing one down to where your bodies meet. He can see the creamy white evidence of his release slipping out to smear down his cock, leaking onto his balls every time you bring yourself up only to thrust back down harshly. The sweet melody of skin slapping against each other is mixed with lewd wet sounds when your ass meets his thighs at every smack.

He files away the view of his tattoos covered in the shine of your mixed juices for later. He hopes he remembers every detail of how you look on top of him, hair mussed, mouth opened, little noises flowing out of your saccharine lips. His thumb finds your clit and he focuses on keeping the pattern of tight little circles around the nub. Constant repetition is the key.

He’s silently urging you to reach your peak. There’s little tears stinging at the corner of his eyes, the oversensitivity really settling itself into every cell of his body. He’d usually order his partner to come for him, calling their orgasm to spill over but he’s terrified that it’d be misconstrued as an order and you’d hold off simply out of spite.

He’s just about to start openly sobbing when he feels you tense up. Your legs have a slight shake to them and he assumes he’s being sent to an early grave with the pressure with which you’re choking his cock. He swears he comes again, weak spurts somehow being squeezed out of him.

The vibrations stop as suddenly as they started and his body goes slack. He almost misses catching your back when your own grows weak over him. He guides you back onto his chest, letting you lean into him for both of you to catch your breaths.

You’re first to recover, bringing your head up to face him, your hands coming to cradle under his jaw. Your eyes burn into his, the moment heavy. His voice croaks as he breaks the silence.

“Was I good?” His voice sounds small, insecure and scared. Everyone knows him as a confident man, full of bravado and a reckless love for danger but you manage to turn everything he thinks he knows about himself on a dime.

It’s the first time he sees a genuine smile grace your face without any of the, admittedly sexy, malice that it’s usually stained with. You’re soft against his lips. Your touch is cautious, letting him melt into the kiss. It’s tinged with an aftertaste of care.

“Yes, sweet prince, you were good. You do need more practice though.”

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