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chateautae · 3 years

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here i come | jjk. (m)

➵ summary : tipsy hide-and-seek turns into more when you and jeon jungkook choose the same closet to hide in.

➵ pairing : jungkook x reader

➵ genre : college!au, smut, pwp

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 3k

➵ warnings : sexual content, teasing, swearing, mentions of alcohol, tipsy but both parties are able to consent, dirty talk, breast fondling, fingering, bigdick!jungkook cause wbk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies) mentions of oral, slight name kink, begging, creampie

➵ a/n: i’ve always wanted to try this idea with jungkook and i finally have!! he just seems so perfect for this scenario. as always, your comments and feedback are appreciated! enjoy :)

↳ *read the second part!*

“32!..31!..30!..”

Dammit, you had 30 seconds left and had just made it to the second floor, cheeks flushed from running around and the slight buzz of alcohol making your insides giddy.

Rushing towards the first room that came into sight, you barge in panicked as Taehyung reaches 25 seconds.

You’re welcomed to a bedroom with such a damn open floor concept you’re cursing the architect of this entire fraternity house. There was absolutely no place for you to hide, not even under the bed where its four sides directly met the floor to accommodate for drawers.

Your eyes dart around the space for almost too long, searching for anywhere to hide once Taehyung shouts 16 from downstairs, sending you into complete over drive. You couldn’t even leave knowing the scarce time you had and virtually no room to abandon your spot.

You then noticed the relatively small closet, tucked away into the corner of the room and rejoiced with eternal gratitude.

You bolted for the single, measly door and swung it right open, only to land your eyes on a shocked Jeon Jungkook staring back at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?!” you hissed in a whisper.

“I’m hiding. What are you doing here?” Jungkook whispered back, scrutinizing you.

“I’m trying to hide-”

“10!...9!...8!”

“Fuck! Okay I’m sorry, I’ll leave-” you had just began shutting the closet door, almost succeeding until Jungkook stopped you in your tracks and suddenly grabbed you by your waist, pulling you flush against him as his other hand shut the door behind you.

“What are you-!”

“Shh, you can’t hide anywhere in 8 seconds, and if you’re caught first you’ll have to drink all the jello shots downstairs. You’ll black out.” Jungkook whispered with near concern, doe eyes innocently looking down at you as he spoke.

You then became suddenly aware of just how close you were to him. You could feel the breaths he took against your skin, chests pressing against each other so tight that if Jungkook peered any further than your face he’d undoubtedly be welcomed by your cleavage.

It was then you registered just how small this closet was. All the clothes behind Jungkook cut off the length by half and other belongings limited the width, leaving just enough space between yourself and the door; that space only existing due to Jungkook clutching you to him.

Your eyes faltered from his gaze realizing the invasion of all personal space, looking at his chest instead to hide your heated cheeks. “But the closet.. it’s too small-”

“Don’t worry, I’d rather have you here than blacked out on the kitchen floor.” Jungkook lightly chuckled and flashed you his pretty smile, the vibration of his laugh running throughout your entire body.

You acquiesced and settled into his hold, swallowing shallowly as you looked anywhere but at him, and he also diverted his vision. Your hands were situated on his firm chest and you couldn’t help but remember how ripped he was underneath. You could feel his arm wrapped around your lower back, hovering just before the curve of your ass as his other held the closet door shut.

You tried to distract yourself until you suddenly heard the door outside swinging open, someone’s laboured footsteps quickly stalking into the room.

You panicked and almost exclaimed until Jungkook planted his hand over your mouth, silencing you with a mouthed ‘shh.’

“Man what the fuck, when did you people get good at hiding?!” Taehyung’s loud voice shouted in the room, scared if he actually had half a brain to check the closet.

“I swear to God if I don’t find anyone in the next 10 minutes, I’m knocking the fuck out!” You could hear Taehyung cursing under his breath as his voice grew quieter, the room’s door slamming shut as his footsteps faded.

You instantly loosened up, thanking the heavens Taehyung was too drunk to check the only possible hiding place in what you could tell was his own room.

Jungkook’s hand faltered from your mouth as he seemed relieved too, letting go of your waist. Hating that you oddly missed his hold, you took half a step back before you knocked into the door and felt the doorknob jab you.

“Ouch, this closet is small as fuck, who makes a closet this small?” You complained, pouting and rubbing at the inflicted area.

“It is, I think it’s actually better if I hold you..” Jungkook didn’t even let you protest before he was pulling you in, his arms practically hugging you to him and your hands landed on his taut chest again, peering up at him in surprise.

“You know, so you don’t hit the door.”

“Right, the door..” You agreed and broke your gaze with him. A moment of silence passed before he spoke.

“Where’d the knob hit you?”

“What?”

“The doorknob, where’d it hit you?” Jungkook looked at you considerately, gently sliding his hands up and down your back.

“O-oh. My lower back..” You admitted shyly, feeling your cheeks blushing at his sudden concern.

Jungkook then glided his hands to your lower back, beginning to rub pacifyingly with his deft hands. “Here?”

You barely nodded, mind malfunctioning at the way he was massaging you slowly. He was stroking against the small of your back and you gripped his jacket leaning into him, looking away.

Great, now he was rubbing you with those veiny hands and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not to mention the alcohol slightly buzzing in your veins and Jungkook’s cologne flooding your nose so intoxicatingly that electricity shot throughout your body.

You were already pressed so close to him that it made you feel hotter than you should be, the cool leather of his jacket calming your skin and suddenly remembering he has an arm full of tattoos tucked away under his sleeve.

You’ll be honest, you always found Jungkook attractive. He was gorgeous, no doubt. His doe-eyes, pretty lips, smile that captured anyone’s attention and his innocent, yet sexy charm that reeled any and everyone in. Not to mention his personality, he initially gave off the complete fuckboy vibe, dressed in his combat boots, jackets and even sported tattoos, yet he was sweet, considerate and introverted.

But even if you found him attractive, you always drilled it into your head Jungkook probably wouldn’t think the same about you. Good-looking people attract good-looking people, they flock together and you found yourself always coming up short when comparing yourself to the line up of people ready to get on their knees for him.

It essentially made you friendzone him, convincing yourself friends was as far as you’d get and he seemed to treat you the similarly.

But when you could feel your boobs squishing against his rock hard chest, his arms wrapped firmly around you and his breath fanning the top of your head as you leaned into him, you could think of him as anything but a friend.

Your core was beginning to alight with the constant feeling of his chest breathing against yours, arms snug around you, your face tucked into his neck to avoid eye contact. But you weren’t stupid, even if you couldn’t see his line of sight, you could feel his eyes darting down towards your chest once in awhile, even tensing at your every micro-movement.

“I..um.. I think we should switch positions.” you swallowed dryly, looking off to the side.

“Uh.. yeah.. good idea.” Jungkook coughed out, loosening his grip.

He released you and gave you enough to space to turn around, your back now to his chest and Jungkook quickly pulled you in when you nearly bumped into the door again.

You knew you were tipsy from the result of alcohol, having done a few shots before your friends all stumbled off for hide-and-seek. But what was more intoxicating and had your breath hitching was the way Jungkook slowly ducked his head into your neck, resting it there as his strong arms held you by your waist just around your stomach. His breaths now fanned the exposed skin of your chest, able to hear his every expire crystal clear.

What made you feel utterly drunk, though, was the lewd way your ass was pressed against Jungkook’s crotch, so close that if you moved any further back, you’d be practically dry humping him.

Jungkook seemed fairly calm this way, his breathing relaxed until the alcohol in your blood made you want to move. You shifted, your backside rubbing against Jungkook’s crotch area closer than you predicted, and it was your first mistake.

You instantly heard Jungkook’s breath hitch, his hold tightening for a millisecond before he settled.

Curiosity took over the decision-making part of your brain and you experimentally pushed a little further back, feeling just the slightest bulge of his dick tucked away in his constricting jeans.

Jungkook immediately breathed out at the contact, his body tensing as he seemed to be holding back. You grew bold and chose to go big or go home, arching yourself further and rolling your ass so promiscuously against him he audibly puffed out air, balling his fists against your body.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anyth-”

“Don’t lie, stop it or else I won’t be able to hold myself back.” He scolded you darkly.

You folded your arms as you snapped back, “I’m not even asking you to.” Your cleavage was now making an even larger guest experience, your outfit doing little to conceal and Jungkook was reaching his limit.

He was already trying his damn hardest to not look at your chest when you were pressed against him, and even when he had an all-access view with your back to him, but now? He couldn’t help himself any longer.

He swallowed hard, using every nerve in his body to ensure he wasn’t getting turned on to suppress a boner from poking your ass. He didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable than you already seemed, but then he thought about it; an uncomfortable person wouldn’t purposefully push their ass into his crotch. He then became hyper aware he was buzzed with your body in his hands, your outfit raking his brain and your ass rubbing against his cock.

Considering your last remark, he slightly lowered the placement of his arms around you, scaling just a centimeter down your body. He felt your breath hitch a little, hating that his eyes kept naturally falling to the exposed top of your chest as you leveled your breathing.

He experimentally lowered his hold, resting just on your abdomen and you felt your opening clench, clench. Your gaze wondered down to his arms holding you, eyes landing on his tattooed hand and suddenly pondering what it would look like touching your most intimate parts.

The thought made you just audibly breathe out a moan, instinctively pushing against Jungkook’s crotch again and feeling his bulge a little more generously.

Jungkook let out a slight curse under his breath, his broad chest rising and falling faster as his hands now rested in between your pelvic bone and your abdomen. Your mind jumped to the possibility he was trying something, your thoughts answered when Jungkook spoke.

“Y/N... can I?..” He trailed as his fingers inched further down your body sparingly, careful of his movements.

You immediately nodded and Jungkook’s hand darted down to your core, tentatively making contact with your cunt through your dress and your panties nearly soaked, leaning your head against his chest for reprieve.

“Fuck..” Jungkook cursed more audibly, feeling drunk off the feeling of your ass on his dick.

Jungkook’s hand began rubbing at your folds slowly, teasingly. His other came up to rightfully fondle one of your breasts, eliciting small moans and groans from your lips it made him clutch you tighter against him.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” Jungkook breathed out.

With a clear view of your chest as he palmed a tit, Jungkook slid his hand down your leg and hiked your dress up. Finding your panty-clad core, Jungkook pressed his thick fingers against your netherlips and you instantly gushed, aching for his fingers to touch you more intimately.

You gripped the wrist of his hand that continued to play with your boobs, the feeling of Jungkook’s cock now stuffed between your cheeks and his fingers on your cunt driving your high.

Jungkook began sliding against your slit, enjoying the feeling of your now wet panties staining his fingers, all telling by the way he breathed hard against you. You moaned out louder at the sensation, desperately wanting him to slide his fingers inside of you.

“Jungkook..”

“Fuck, the way you say my name..” He breathed shallower as he pushed your underwear aside and found your soaking heat, rubbing circles onto your bare pussy and you exclaimed breathlessly. You nearly leapt back into him, the feeling of his cock maximizing your craving for him to be inside you.

He began spreading your slick all over yourself, the sliding of his veiny hands making you clench your walls until he suddenly went for your clit. He was playing with it, teasing it, profusely attacking it and it made you lean against his chest in full force, failing to suppress your whimpers.

Jungkook couldn’t hide how hard he was now, surprised at how wet you were when he hadn’t even been inside you. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” The pet name paired with his deeper voice made your knees weak, grasping onto his jacket to ground yourself.

Jungkook then plunged a finger into your cunt with ease and you groaned out loud, habitually pressing into him again.

“Fuck.. Jungkook..”

“You like that? Can you take more?” Jungkook’s dark tone rang in your ears and you flashed your vision to the side, his lips just at eye-level and you looked up at him. You nodded as a whimper escaped you, biting your lips as you darted between his mouth and his eyes.

Jungkook took immediate notice and pressed his mouth to yours, shoving a second a finger into you simultaneously. You reacted but Jungkook swallowed all your exclamations, kissing you fervently as his hand worked wonders on your cunt and the other held a handful of your breast.

You began gyrating your hips to every pump of his fingers, craving his touch deeper while moaning into his mouth. Jungkook was losing his mind feeling you grind against him, in desperate need of fucking you right now in this closet.

“Shit, Y/N... I’ve been wanting this to happen for so long.” Jungkook unexpectedly revealed, feeling the reigns on his control snapping.

“What?”

“I find you so fucking hot, but you treated me like a friend so I didn’t do anything.”

Jungkook’s tongue poked into your mouth, opening up to welcome him and your tongues entangled passionately, your walls clenching around his fingers. He tasted absolutely divine and you became greedy, wanting more of him after registering his confession.

“I find you fucking hot too, Jungkook. I just.. thought you wouldn’t want me.” You breathed heavily between deepened kisses, reeling at his fingers beginning to pump you harder, faster, his other hand fiddling with your nipple through your dress.

“I want you, Y/N, fucking badly.” Jungkook practically growled and you felt your insides stir, sucking more of him in.

“Jungkook, please..don’t wait.” You didn’t know exactly why you were begging Jungkook, but it seemed natural to beg him; beg him for more, beg him for him.

“You’re dripping. Want another finger? Want me to stretch you out?” Jungkook’s lust-filled voice made you hornier as he pumped you quicker, a little harder, his hand never letting up his unforgiving pace as he begin curling them inside you.

“N-no, Jungkook, fuck me..” Your voice was small and weak, but it was laden with pure desire and the moans leaving you were evident of that.

Jungkook’s eyes instantly blew out, quickening the pace of his hand before speaking.

“I’m big, princess, can you take me?” You could hear the smirk in Jungkook’s voice and knew his dirty talk was revving you up, ready to take anything inside you.

“I can, Jungkook, please.” You whined breathlessly, opening your legs further to feel his fingers deeper.

Jungkook didn’t think twice, pulling his fingers out before turning you around abruptly, forcing you against the door and crashing his lips onto yours fiercely.

He grew rough with his kiss, licking into your mouth as his hands travelled to the hem of your dress and pulled it up, harshly tugging your panties down and you helped them off.

Your arms grappled around his neck naturally, letting your tongue explore his mouth as your fingers inched into his hair. Jungkook momentarily cupped your ass before he slid his hands to the back of your thighs, disconnecting from your lips to breathe, “c’mere.”

You lightly jumped up into his hold as he forced you back up against the door, laving into your mouth as his hand began fumbling with the button of his jeans.

You stopped him, “No, let me do it.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up seeming impressed, watching as your hands unzipped the constricting fabric of his jean and your eyes met his cock protruding from his boxers. You took him in greedily, biting your lip as you jutted out to palm him, wishing you could feel him in your mouth.

“Fuck, I wanna suck you off.”

Jungkook chuckled, “And I wanna eat you out, but I’m not letting anyone walk into this room and stop me from fucking you.” Jungkook brought his hand to yours palming him, guiding you to the band of his boxers.

You immediately dove in and pushed the fabric lower, exposing his dick and running your hand all over him, feeling the veins of his thick cock.

“Fuck, don’t...I’ll blow like that.” Jungkook protested weakly, grabbing your hand and throwing it onto his shoulder as he drew closer, aligning himself with your entrance.

His cock prodded your slit and you both moaned at the sensation, gripping onto him tightly, moving your hips forward for better contact until Jungkook finally pushed against your opening. You felt the delicious pierce of his tip and he sank in, walls sucking him inside of you deliciously.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight, shit.” Jungkook leaned his forehead against yours as he watched himself enter you, moaning at the added view of your tits and somehow growing harder.

You gripped around his neck and moaned against his mouth, adjusting to the invasion of his size which now that he was inside you, was big.

“J-Jungkook, fuck, you’re so big.” You whimpered, entire body alight with flames.

“I told you, princess, but you can take it, take it like a good girl.” Jungkook pressed his lips against yours as he began thrusting softly, feeling your walls flutter open for him and trying his best to contain his load.

Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and kissed your cervix, groaning at the satisfying feeling. He slowly drew out, feeling the drag of his cock stuffed inside your velvet walls and began fucking into you rythmically.

Every sound you made was audible, but couldn’t be heard as Jungkook swallowed each and every one, his tongue wrestling with yours the faster he fucked you and you could already feel an orgasm approaching from his previous rakings on your pussy.

Your bodies were rutting against one another, yours reacting to his every stroke and it did wonders for your clit, the more he sped up edging you to salvation.

“Fuck, Jungkook, harder.” You begged, your walls clenching around him and savouring the drag of his delectable length, wanting him deeper.

“I will, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk for days.” Jungkook swore breathlessly, thrusting with more precision as he felt your walls pulsing around him. He knew you were close and pressed a hand to your clit, rubbing vigorously as you moaned louder.

He fucked you harder the louder you groaned, snapping purposefully into your gut with a merciless pace. He continued his onslaught, gripping your thigh tighter as you pulled him closer, taking his every thrust as your chest bounced against his.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna-ah! I’m gonna come!”

“Come all over my cock, princess. All over me.” He demanded with growl against your mouth, fucking you faster in response.

Jungkook delivered a perfectly deep thrust and you felt yourself snap, his abuse on your clit driving you over the edge. You released with a mix of curses and Jungkook’s name, riding out your climax with him.

Jungkook slowed down until you relaxed, mindful of your sensitivity and breathing labourly until he picked up again, cum aching his balls as he began pumping into your soaked walls again.

“Shit, Jungkook come inside me, please...” You groaned out trying to coax his orgasm, his delicious cock dragging inside you divine as you began kissing and sucking at his neck.

Jungkook’s moaning heightened at your words and lips, his fingers boring into your flesh as you purposefully clenched around him until his cock finally gave out, releasing inside you. Spurts of his cum painted your walls, the feeling of his seed filling you beyond hot, stuffed, full.

You both breathed against each other’s bodies heavily, coming down from your highs. His cock was still buried inside you, so utterly blissful you were slowly grinding yourself against him again, needy for more.

“J-Jungkook..”

“That’s it, I’m fucking you on Taehyung’s bed.”

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lavishedinjimin · 5 years

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Taehyung (prompt) - Surveys and Exes (M)

#21 - “I am this close to calling my ex.”

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: dom!Tae (wbk sis), fwb, college!au, spanking, mild breath play, dirty talk, fingering

a/n: thank you so much anon for the request! ya’ll are making me question my bias list because of all the tae fics i’ve written :’)) no regrets though

You see, Kim Taehyung wasn’t necessarily your type.

But hell, was he hot.

He didn’t fit your overly-full list of traits that your dream boyfriend would have, because to be honest, you have only checked a quarter of it when you first started to hang out with him, and that includes; knowing how to sing (which can be exceptional), good hair, ‘smart’ in terms of deep thinking, artistic (exceptional, too), hot, and finally, kind -- he barely fit into that last one.

You met Taehyung at the start of the second semester, and you and your fellow groupmates were handing out Surveys to other students for a research project. You handed one to -- on which you thought, was a nice, tall and handsome guy in a red baseball cap who you figured was kind enough to answer the paper and give it back to you. Instead, he scoffed, ripping the paper in half - letting it fall down shamelessly to the cement floor.

“Excuse me?” your sassy side showing, “You could’ve just said ‘no‘ like a normal person.” In a huff, you picked up the torn pieces of paper and shoved them inside your bag. No littering.

The man chuckled down at you, making you gulp. “Calm down, lady. You guys have two stacks of paper there, still have a lot to finish.”

“Yeah, and you could’ve, at least, helped us.” You rolled your eyes at him, turning your back away, planning to get more papers to hand out. But instead, he grabbed your shoulder and made you face him once more.

“Can you stop? I’m trying to work here.”

“And I’m trying to get your number,” he said with a low-key hushed tone, running his tongue on his teeth.

Not smooth at all. “You know I’m not that fucking easy, right? All the girls you’ve probably ask has been so easy to woo and they’re most likely begging on their knees to suck your dick already. Goodbye.”

And that was how you made it impossible for him to keep you out of his mind.

You’d appear so sassy and brazen, yet he knew that you were never like that. And you weren’t. You’d often act like that around him, but mainly to keep him away from you, but you thought that it was only making him closer to you. As you began to know him, you learned that he liked to play hard. He likes it when you make it a challenge for him - and hell, you liked it too, apparently.

He can be so cocky at times but you liked it. He can be a definition of a fuckboy, but take the boy out of the fuck. He’s not a “boy”, he’s the classiest but most dirty-minded man out in the campus.

Today was a normal Thursday afternoon, and both you and Taehyung had two and a half hours of vacant schedule. You’d always hang out together, but this week has been so stressful for you emotionally, plus the ocean of unfinished essays and assignments flooding your desk wasn’t helping at all.

“You’re being boring again.” Taehyung’s deep voice spoke through the line, hearing how you heard shuffling of covers around him. Scoffing, you replied, “Not unlike you who’s basically not doing anything, not making his requirements and just laying in bed. Look who’s boring now.”

“Ah, babe, I can do all those in one day.”

“Facts?”

“Well, a strong opinion.”

You couldn’t help but to quietly laugh at his reply. He can be so annoying at times but can be a complete sweetheart. “Can I come over?”

His voice suddenly became even deeper and huskier than before - and you knew what it meant. You groaned in exasperation, hitting your forehead on top of your wooden desk with a bonk. Closing your eyes, you said, “Tae, you know I can’t right now. You know how I’ve been feeling.”

“Mhm, I know. You still can’t get over about the fact that your boyfriend broke up with you.”

You nodded your head, even though he can’t see you. “We can talk about it, you know. You’re probably holding in all of these emotions in you that you couldn’t tell even to your closest friends because you know they don’t give a shit about you.”

“Wow, way to add things to my depression, idiot. But I can’t deny that.”

“I’ll come.”

“Don’t let anyone see you, okay?”

“Mastered that already, little girl.”

The nickname made you bit your lip. You loved it every time he calls you that, as cheesy as it may seem. But not even a minute, you door swung open, revealing a smirking Kim Taehyung, wearing a white button up shirt tucked in into a pair of light washed jeans. You furrowed your brows, “Why are you wearing that?”

He chuckled, immediately plopping down on your bed with a loud sigh, playing with his own hair. “We had a presentation earlier and I was too lazy to change.”

He fixed his position so that he was laying on his stomach, looking at you who was literally only wearing a blank tank top paired with black sweatpants, hair all down. In your mind, you thought you probably looked so horrible and ugly but Taehyung mused otherwise. Whenever he lays his eyes on you he always sees an angel in disguise who needs nothing more than love and care. Taehyung may seem so infuriating and completely vexing towards you, but deep down he wanted you to be his. That was one of the reasons why your boyfriend had to break up with you.

“You know, Y/n, people come and people go. That dude was trash anyway, and I can see it from his eyes that he didn’t love you the way he did before.”

He was also too harsh, sometimes. Your heart clenched at his words, groaning and closing your eyes. “I know he would hurt you, and I know that it was all because of me.”

Your eyes shot open, looking at his expressionless face. “Then why didn’t you warn me? Why didn’t you tell me earlier so that I’d at least know what was coming?” Sighing, you were so exhausted. This bullshit was draining you so bad that you just wanted to sleep through your entire existence.

“No particular reason, babe. I knew I’d treat you better anyway.”

You scoffed, standing up from your seat and walking towards him until your foot hits the wooden bed frame. “You would? I think you were the only reason why we broke up.” You locked eyes with him for a moment, noticing how he looked at your body up and down, followed by a slight lip bite for a second. He finally adjusted his position, now sitting up straight in front of you. You were stood in between his knees with both of his hands resting on your hips.

“Yeah, but did you really regret us, little girl?” He spoke darkly, making your breath hitch. “Did you regret hanging out with me, letting me fuck you while your lovely little boyfriend didn’t know?” An animalistic growl left his mouth as he pulled you down, now sitting down on his thighs that you adored so much. “You know that I was better than him. I pleasured you better, I ate you out better, I fucked you better. Fuck, you can be easily turned on with just my voice.” You whimpered, letting your head rest on the crook of his neck. He spoke no lies.

“You know that I satisfied you better than he can, is that right, baby?” he asked, whispering in your ear as he stroked your hair with his right hand. When you didn’t answer as quickly as he liked, he gripped your hair and made you look at him. He chuckled at you, noticing how flushed you already were. “Asked you a question, Y/n.”

“Yes, you do.”

To be honest, you didn’t like the thought of having a ‘friends with benefits’ kind of relationship with anyone as long as you had a boyfriend. You promised yourself that you’d be loyal. But when you were with Taehyung, something felt right. Maybe your boyfriend didn’t meet your needs at all, and maybe you were faking every satisfaction. Taehyung made you feel different emotions and feelings that your boyfriend can’t.

Even though you finally knew what you want, you decided to tease him for a little more. Standing up, backing away from him, you said, “But hey, maybe I’d give him a second chance.”

Taehyung’s eyes darkened and his eyebrows furrowed. You smiled, giving yourself a mental high five. “You know, maybe I’d let him fuck me one more time.”

And that was all until he snapped, standing up from your bed and taking big steps towards your frame, holding your body tight against his. “No you’re not,” he growled, eyes full of lust. His left hand came down to your backside until he reached your ass, squeezing and giving it a quick spank right after. The rough act made you gasp, but you were quick to remember your initial plan.

“I can apologize to him, you know, tell him I’ve cut you out of my life --” his grip on your waist started to feel tighter and his breathing became ragged. He suddenly pushed you against the nearest wall, pinning your body on the cold surface. You tried to remain your composure, even though you were close to submitting to him.

“Taehyung, I’m this close to calling my ex.” You smirked, signaling him to look at your right hand which held your phone. You teasingly waved it in front of him, but that just made him even more furious.

He gripped both of your wrists tightly, making you drop your device. He pressed his whole body into yours, and you can feel his hot breath against your lips. You gulped.

“Are you really fucking doing this, Y/n?”

With his right hand, he wrapped it around your throat, choking you in the pressure that he knew you liked. He started to run his mouth around your skin, biting and licking on anything until he reached your cleavage. He groaned, leaving love bites everywhere where people can see. He wanted to tell everyone that you belonged to him now.

He pulled you with him until he was sat back on your bed and you were laid across his lap, on all fours, facing the floor. You knew what was about to happen.

He growled as he ran his hand at the curve of your clothed ass before giving it a squeeze. “You think you can tease me like that, baby?” he asked, “Hmm? You think you have the right to do that?”

He lowered your pants in a quick motion, followed by a loud and hard slap. Your body jotted forward, moaning. He did it again, this time twice as hard. “You fucking know that I make you feel so much better than he does.”

*slap* “I know what you and your body likes. I exactly know what makes you feel good.” *slap* “You can’t deny it yourself, jagi. You like it when I spank your pretty ass like this, don’t you?”

You were soaking through your undergarments, there was no denying of that.

You whimpered, letting out a quiet ‘yes’.

He lifted you up in a swift motion, making you lay down on the soft mattress of your bed as he hovered over you. You noticed the large bulge forming inside his pants, begging to be released. He smirked, savoring the way how you were out of breath, hair was a mess, and cheeks turned a shade of pink.

“I’m gonna ask you, little girl,” he brought his lips closer to yours to give it a quick and tender kiss, biting on your lower lip and tugging it sensually, letting it snap back right after. “What do you want me to do to you?”

You only whined, your impatience growing thin.

“Tsk.”

His hand came down to your underwear, cupping your heat as he felt how wet you are. He dragged his middle finger down your slit, collecting your juices. He didn’t remove his eye contact on yours, chuckling as he brought his digit up to his mouth, sucking on it. You moaned at the erotic sight, him sucking on his digit, tasting you. “So fucking sweet.”

“I asked you a question, baby. What do you want me to do to you?”

“I-I,” you gulped, his fingers coming back down to your pussy, softly playing with your sensitive nub. “I w-want you to...oh fuck.” Before you could even finish your sentence, he entered two fingers inside of you. You can feel how much his digits stretched you out, moaning in delight. He bit down on his lip, loving how your walls clenched around him.

“I want you to fuck me, Tae.”

He smirked, “How bad do you want it?”

“So bad, please. Fuck me until I forget about everything.”

He removed your underwear as he continued to fuck you with his other hand, hard and fast. He leaned closer to you until his lips were against your ear. He growled, “No one can compare to me, baby. From now on, you’re mine. You belong to me.”

*nervous laugh* Well shit?

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