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[demonshauntingthedoves]

Crime of Passion [kinktober special]

Crime of Passion : A murder committed in the heat of moment without aiming to actually do it. In other words, to kill a partner under a strong emotional impulse during sex.

Summary : They say it's done in the "heat of passion" without a clear intent to truly commit the crime. And you did it too. Only you did strongly intent and prepared to do it.

Pairing : Husband!jungkook x female reader

Genre : Erotica, Eventual Yandere!

Warnings : Sexual and Yandere themes, dom!fc, dom!jk, lot of edgeplay, blowjob, use of aphrodisiacs, penetrative sex, praising kink, spanking, nipple play, infidelity, murder, torture, fc is crazy at the end but smart to (witch laugh).

WordCount : 1980+

With a pop you let go of his dick.You leaned back panting heavily and looked up at Jungkook through your long lashes. You rubbed the corners of your mouth with the back of your gloved hand, wiping the remaining beads of cum you failed to swallow. A sultry grin bloomed on your face as you glided your hands up his thighs again whilst batting your kitten-like-eyes at your husband who was sprawled out on the leather couch. From your bent position, you kissed the way up his knee and thigh and then quickly pecked the swollen head of his cock which still begged for your attention despite receiving full treatment of warm mouth moments ago.

“Don’t tease me! Just get over here and get it done with!" Jungkook hissed at the sensation. His hooded eyes raking your cleavage as your chemise hung low over your chest.

You rolled your eyes but crawled on him and licked a strip up his throat like a starved kitten. He threw his head back and let out a heavy puff of smoke from the thick cigar in his hand. You dragged your wet plump lips over his Adam's apple which bobbed, feeling your hips grind on him.

"Ahh!..Jungkook." You gasped and purred when you felt your core painfully ghosting over his cockhead which was ready to slide in.

“Don’t torture me, Y/n. Just let me in!” He growled lazily and smacked your ass. 

But you wanted to prolong this moment as long as possible. You didn’t take so much effort just to rush everything.You wanted to make it slow and sensual, almost transcendental.

Your barely covered skin glowed in the golden glaze of the scented candles. The low tune of vinile drowned in the melodies of your moans and his groans as you humped on him. You didn't let him enter you. You wanted to edge him. You rolled your ass sexily and bit hard on your lower lip feeling the rough fabric of his trousers; which you had pulled open in haste; scratch your inner thighs due to continuous friction. 

Your hand slid up into his lustrous hair like a quiet snake and pulled his head to dive in a kiss which turned desperate when he leaned in. Loud smooches and smacks echoed in the dimly lit room. He grabbed your lace cladded ass and smacked it, then he dug his fingers through them to reach your core. You gasped and hid your head in the croon of his sweaty neck. You kissed the mole on his honey skin and moaned loudly in his ear when he pinched your labia.  

“Now you see Y/n, hmm? Dont play with me!” His rum-tinged breath send tingles down your ear.  

You sighed and abruptly stood up. His brows furrowed when he didn't feel you doing what he said and opened his hazy eyes wide.You were just standing there with your hands on your hips. He enamored at the glory of you adorned in a deep burgundy coloured lingerie. Your honey skin glimmered through the dark berry chemise as your ears shimmered with the purple diamonds. Your baby hair was tucked out of your lazily tied bun and your round breast heaved up and down. And the gloves, he absolutely loved when you played the princess. Your tiny hands tucked in the velvet gloves. You could kill with that look.

You were a rare jewel, the black rose in the colourful ones. You were a temptress. His temptress.

 “Fuck sweet thing! You look drop dead gorgeous. Gonna kill me?!!” 

 "Hmm, I might be plotting" You playfully muttered.

It was times like this, when he knew you wished to take the lead. He could feel the exhilaration when you had aggressively pulled his collar and pushed him on the couch just to give him the best blowjob of his life. You wanted to have it your way. And he absolutely loved it. He might as well let you.

But not now when you looked like a goddess he wanted to worship. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. He needed to ravage this fierce beauty of yours. So he pulled you by your hips and cupped your chin to slam his hungry mouth to yours. 

His desperate hands traced every curve and crevice of your body.He picked you up and placed you on the bed whilst he undid the buttons of his floral shirt. By that time, you were already on your hands and knees, offering the perfect sight of your perked up ass on the edge of the bed. Like this, he could easily plummet his cock inside you but what is the fun in that.

He'd like to play the edging game as well.

 He harshly tore away the lace near your core and bowed down to latch on your pussy from behind. His fingers dug in your plush skin of your buttcheeks and smacked them while his tongue ravaged your dripping rose. The staccato of your ohs and ahs echoed around the four poster bed as he had your delicacy. 

"You have the sweetest rose I've ever tasted." 

You smirked in satisfaction that the viagra you had slipped in his rum was kicking in. But the moment you started to tremble, he stopped his ministration, only to climb on top of you and remove the rest of lace covering your shining skin. 

You buried your face in the silk sheets when you felt his cockhead nugging at your hole. A pleasure induced moan slipped out of you as he thrusted all the way in one go. The rest of your pleas were muffled as he jackhammered into you. Your body jerked forward with every swift move of his hips pistoning into you.

"So good for me, Y/n, o-oh my goddess!!"

The sheets were wet with amount of your drool leaving your gasping mouth. He was really fucking you good and sexy. You let him take his time, take all the time he had left.

Just when you thought he was about to cum, you crawled away from under him as he grunted loudly. You turned around pushing the hair that stuck your sticky forehead.

 "It's my game. I started it and might as well finish it." You said between your panting.

Your fierce eyes pierced through his blown out once. He surrendered to you.

As you busied yourself to remove his shirt and pants completely. He slapped your pussy out of frustration and pumped his fingers into you out of anticipation.

He bare back hit the mattress as you straddled him. You didn't miss a beat between settling on his erect length and rolling on him tortuously slow. 

"You're going to be the death of me,Y/n"

He growled looking at your naked figure on top of him. You hair messily fell down and draped on your chest.The only chlothing remaining on you were the gloves which rested on his buffed chest for support. You looked so pretty only in them. But he could still fell the edges of your sharp nails through the velvet gloves as you hopped on him. It was then, that you could get your words out.

"O-ohh, am I?!! Tell me you'd die for this pussy?!!" 

You asked him as you slided all your hair back, revealing your nipples to him.

"No question, I'd die for it. For you!!!"

He fingers reached up to touch and twik your nipples. Your breath staggered from the pleasure booster as you began to bounce on his cock. 

"So you'll die for me, right?"

Your hand clutched the thick column of his neck testing his waters. You pressed on his throat firmly as you felt your high approaching.

"Yes - f-fuck-ing -yes!!!" Jungkook stuttered and held your wrist with one hand and pinched your clit with the other.

You moves faltered and became sloppy as you glared at the fucked out face of Jungkook.

"So if you die, you'd be pleased to die with the sight of me on your cock, right? You'd want nobody but me ??!!"

Something flashed in Jungkook's hazy eyes as he grasped your hipbones tightly and titered,

"Ofcourse, sweet thing. Why would I want anybody but you?"

Liar

You tightened your grip on his throat as you rolled your ass on his abdomen.

And on queue, he started to thrust up in you, as if to prove his point or distract you from yours. You gasped in surprise and leaned forward on his chest. It took some more thrust for you to come undone.

You trembling body fell on him. His nose brushed yours, as you both stared in each other's eyes. Weary breaths feathering your faces. Your face softened as you looked at his loved filled eyes. But you could always see through the curtains of feign-what truly hid behind them.

You leaned back and resumed your movements. Your one hand still intact on his neck. You thought and thought twice.

His eyes fluttered to the cinnabar mole on the side of your chin.

Jungkook groaned again close to the edge. You touched the taunting cinnabar mole with the other hand. And smiled at the realisation.

So just because she had the exact same mole as you, he considered fucking her.

She was a washer brought to you. A poor but starry eyed girl. Her coily hair smelled of oakwood and detergents. That was the second thing you had noticed about her. The first thing was her mole which mirrored yours. You had smiled and welcomed her impressed by that only one feature of hers.

You should have known that you wouldn't be the only one to be impressed by that one feature of hers.

Your intuitions were gnawing at you the one time you'd sniffed the scent of oakwood coming from not only his clothes but his skin.

You were suspicious for days until one day you went into his study to offer him tea, only to be greeted by the smell of soaps.

But nothing phased you more than the instance when you caught her sniffing his clothes from the pile in hamper.

It unnerved you -the fact that they were romanticising behind your back but what devastated you was- the fact they thought you were stupid enough to not know and not do anything.

It wasn't much to fault the poor girl, she had her little piece of torture. You only scrubbed her eyes with the detergent and made sure she would never be able to see the morning sun again. She didn't know what were you capable of.

But that couldn't be quite said about your beloved husband. He knew what a fierce woman you were. If one span of your hips could make men fall on your toes, then one snap of your knife could make their heads fall too. And maybe he forget that.

You'd would love to remind him that for once and all.

"Nobody but me. But why do I feel you forgot that for some time now, hmm?"

Jungkook stiffened under you as you gyrated your hips on his. His aroused face turned into one of fright.

"W-what are you talking about Y/n?"

His hand caught yours which was heavily pressing on his pulse.

"So you would love to die with me on your cock, wouldn't you?" You asked him again.

When you looked at him with darkened feline eyes, Jungkook's face fell. He shivered from overstimulation and culpability.

"You said it would be your last wish!!!" Jungkook saw the crazy glint capture your eyes. You weren't playing anymore. This wasn't just a game anymore.

You placed your other hand on his throat and enveloped them tightly in a chockhold. After overcoming from shock and conflict, Jungkook clenched his jaw and tried to swat your hands away but failed due the lack of control he had in the daze of alcohol. His body was going numb. He couldn't even utter a word.

"Then die!!" You shouted at his face.

You pressed your thumb on pulse and strangled him. You chocked him with all your might.

It felt cathartic to punish him for his wrongdoings. He dared to betray you. Only to receive back all your bubbled up wrath and frustration like this.

He tried to undo your hands but nothing could stop you.

You breathe in.

His face went a deep shade of crimson. You could feel the loud throb of his pulse. You were there.

Until you no longer felt his pulse and his face unshed of all colours and went pale. You were done.

You breathe out.

You got up and wrapped yourself in the silk robe. You plopped down on the couch and took a hit from the cigar he threw. You puffed out dancing clouds of smoke looking at your dead husband. You gave him quite a lovely departure in the peach tapestries of silk you specially decorated for this occasion. Quite a heavenly departure for a person who ought to go to hell.

You slid the gloves out your hands and threw them in the fireplace. No one would doubt you now with no fingerprints. And even if anyone did, you'd simply cover it up under the Crime Of Passion.

A/N : Phew! Wanted to write something for this Kinktober and came up with this. I didn't actually select a single kink while writing this. But there's a tiny buffet of some common kinks. This story takes 360° turn from smut to murder.

[hueseok]

( 12. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.3k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | suggestive themes

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 12. the one with the tension !

you placed the books you borrowed from the library on the desk by the return section, getting the appropriate slips for it and proceeding on writing the needed information for each book you borrowed. you wrote them as leisurely as you could—as unintentionally dispirited as you could too since your initial plan this afternoon to go with jeongguk to this new noodle place near the campus was cancelled due to him having an extended training after his last class.

he only had 8 days left to grind before he competes for his next major tournament after all, so it wasn’t really a surprise for you when he messaged you this morning saying he couldn’t go; nonetheless, to claim that you were disappointed would be an understatement given this was supposed to be the longest time you’d spend time together after being so busy with your own endeavors if he was going.

which he fucking wasn’t.

you clicked your tongue as you continued to write.

come to think of it, you were actually quite suspicious when it came to jeongguk recently. you had this hunch that he was avoiding you, or at least kept on being moody when he was with you. you were certain now that it may have had something to do with what happened the other night at his apartment when you had that conversation regarding haru, but you just didn’t understand why he’d go as far as acting this childish whenever you were together. was he seriously bitter that you would have said yes if ever haru asks you out? did he really want you to go assure him that you were only answering his question hypothetically and not according to what you’d most likely do in real life?

and if that was the case… why the fuck would you do that? why did you have to explain something like that to jeongguk when just a month ago he was going around and telling you that you weren’t his girlfriend? plus, first and foremost, wasn’t he the one who tried dating someone else alongside that fact too? going around with soomi and going on those stupid dates that the girl posted nonstop about on all her social media platforms, practically rubbing it to your face that they were somehow ‘happily’ dating.

was he eating his words and making it seem like you were the one who was cheating on him now?

“chief!” a voice called from your left and you escaped from your bitter thoughts, glancing towards it and seeing the other man that has been occupying your thoughts as well approach you.

you paused and smiled. “hey, haru.” you peered around you cautiously. “you do know that we’re in a library, right?”

he arrived where you were, adjusting the bag that was slung on his shoulder. “obviously.”

“then why did you just shout?”

he fought back a laugh, more watchful than a few seconds ago. “sorry. was a little afraid you weren’t going to hear me if i spoke too quietly.”

“when have you ever spoken so quietly? you’re like a human boombox speaker.” you went back to writing.

“boombox? wow, haven’t heard anyone use that word for a long time. you do know that we’re now living in the 21st century, right?”

you playfully glared at him, haru grinning and leaning on the counter beside you. “for your information, boomboxes aren’t dead.”

“nobody uses that term anymore. we call them bluetooth speakers now, granny.” he chuckled.

“granny? hey, you’re a few months older than i am.”

“so? i’m not the one who just used the word boombox.”

you snorted, carrying on with what you were doing with a grin, similar to what he was showcasing. two more slips and you were done with your task; once you were, you were definitely still going to go to that new restaurant even without jeongguk. your classes went nonstop for this day, only having an hour break between the three subjects you had that occupied three hours each, so you were really looking forward to eating something delicious that would hopefully drive some stress away caused by the information overload you suffered with prior.

glancing at haru again, you saw him peer at what you were scribbling, and as if on cue, an idea popped in your head the same time you felt your stomach grumble in hunger, haru’s eyes flashing to where your tummy was before a small smirk makes its way on your face, your gazes locking then.

“do you have any errands after this?” you asked, finally finishing and moving on to putting the slips on the respective books.

he shook his head. “none. why?”

“i’m planning on going to this newly opened noodle place near the campus. want to join me?”

he raised his eyebrows. “sure. i was about to go home and buy some take-out or whatever anyway.”

“great. let me just put this in real quick—”

haru stacked the books for you, smiling and saying that he’ll do it and that you could just wait for him outside since it was getting crowded.

you stared at him, a bit surprised, though nodded nonetheless and thanked him, walking slowly to the exit of the library with a confused expression. there was another idea that just entered your train of thought because of his gesture, however you didn’t allow yourself to ponder over it considering that it was ridiculous and that you didn’t want to feel awkward with him for the following hours; it was just a dumb theory of yours that you were sure was just a made up explanation created by your mind to explain jeongguk’s previous behaviors that you were so frustrated by.

it just didn’t seem plausible for you—of haru liking you. you were usually aware and sensitive when it came to things like that. however, you might be quite rusty and was giving yourself more credit than you should since on the other hand, you were hopeless when it came to detecting any real feelings with jeongguk, a lot of factors always preventing you from coming up with a conclusion that you wanted to believe was true.

“let’s go?” haru appeared next to you quickly at the front doors of the library.

you nodded and smiled.

for the rest of the afternoon, you and haru talked about everything that could possibly be talked about: the campus paper, the dreaded professors, the irritating schoolmates, and even the non trivial things that you both just wanted to mention to the other, never running out of things to say as you moved on from one topic to another very smoothly.

like what you’ve always been amused at in the occasions you talk to haru—perhaps the two of you truly shared the same brain cells because of how you just click despite not trying too hard in the first place. he never failed to prove to you that he was just one of those people you could discuss anything with and not feel tired nor judged; you kinda felt guilty that you haven’t been as close to him as you were right before the messy set-up with jeongguk started. you wished that you weren’t so hung up with jeongguk because perhaps your feelings wouldn’t be so complicated for him as it was at this point of time; you’d just be having fun with this and being reckless and shit as much as you preferred.

“oh, yeah, before i forget to mention—” haru stopped eating his noodles for a quick second, the two of you in the mentioned noodle restaurant, pigging out the moment the waiter served your food approximately seven minutes ago— “did you receive the email i sent?”

“the book fair tickets?”

“yep.”

“yeah. i already printed it out too. why?”

“nothing, just making sure. i asked taehyung about it earlier and he said he didn’t check his emails yet.”

“very typical of our taehyungie,” you joked with a chuckle. “are we going to meet up at a bus stop on saturday or should the three of us just meet at the venue?”

ever since freshman year, you along with taehyung and haru went to this book fair just about an hour or so away from the university. it became a tradition from the day haru asked you and taehyung about it, if you two were willing to go with him—he only invited you and taehyung as you were in the same organization—that sometimes even when you weren’t looking for any specific books (academic related or plainly for entertainment purposes), you still wanted to go in anticipation of what you’ll find regardless once you were there.

haru lowered his spoon. “let’s meet at the bus stop instead. or like a nearby convenience store. i’m 99% positive that taehyung is going to be late if we decide to meet at the convention center itself.”

“true. we should probably set the time three hours before so that we’ll still arrive there earlier too.”

“yeah. remember last year when we got there at like… fucking four hours after our intended plan?”

“how could i forget? i think we just got the best meal from taehyung that evening too since he was feeling so sorry.”

“huh. maybe it won’t be much of a big deal then if taehyung comes to our meeting place late.”

you snickered, nodding. “should we bully him into treating us to some barbeque restaurant?”

“deal. i’ll be in charge of the arguments and you can just back me up.”

the both of you laughed, continuing on eating your ordered noodles.

while carrying on with that, you couldn’t help but steal a couple of glances towards haru who was sitting across you, focused on what he was eating and obviously happy with it, uttering a lot of amazed compliments in each bite he took. he wasn’t wearing his glasses today and his hair was brushed down against his forehead, some strands falling on his eyes at the instances he would raise his head and look at you, listening to whatever topic you were blabbering about.

“haru,” you said his name all of the sudden and he raised his gaze from his bowl to your face.

“hm?”

“who’s the girl?”

at the abrupt and random question, he appeared surprised, eyes widening and blinking rapidly. “girl? what… what girl?”

“the girl you like.” you smirked. “taehyung told me that you had a crush on someone. i’m quite bitter you didn’t think of telling me that first before you told the guys. everybody knows i’m a better secret keeper than them.”

haru slowly leaned back on his chair. “wow. not even a week since i told them—and he’s already snitching on me.”

“i asked jeongguk too.”

“did he snitch on me too?”

“no, he was better than tae.” you snorted, keeping your attention on him while he drank from his glass of water, a part of you recalling what happened at jeongguk’s apartment but you pushed the thought away. “so? who is it? if you don’t tell me now, me and goeun will harass you until you do,” you teased.

“always resorting to threats, i see.”

“oh, come on!” you chuckled as soon as he did. “it’s not fair. i need some equal treatment here.”

he huffed a breath, getting his chopsticks again and going back to his meal. “it’s not important. it’s just a tiny crush—i just told those two because i was drunk.”

“that doesn’t justify the unfair treatment.”

“what unfair treatment?”

“about me not knowing. we’re all best buddies here. how come me and goeun don’t know?”

“i’ll never tell goeun because she has a big mouth. and she’d never fucking let me live.”

“okay—what about me? what’s your excuse?”

“you…” he stared at you and you raised your eyebrows expectantly; haru pursing his lips, his features contorting in what seemed like a conflicted manner, giving you the impression that he was hesitant and in deep thought on whether he will or will not tell you who the girl was, “well, you… i don’t know—you’re… you’re too close. with the girl, i mean. i wouldn’t, wouldn’t want you to know because of that.”

“i’m close with the girl?”

he shrugged, flashing his eyes down. “kind of.”

“fuck you. now you just made me more curious than i already was.”

he laughed out loud and proceeded to roll his eyes, his laughter contagious that caused you to do the same. “just forget about it. i don’t think i’m going to plan on making a move on her anyways.”

“and why not? you might have a chance with her.” you picked a piece of dumpling on the table.

“it’s not that. i’m pretty confident that she’ll like me if i seriously tried—” it was your turn to roll your eyes and haru to laugh again— “it’s just that… i’m not… i’m not sure i’d want to cross the line and be something more to her, you know? it’s like… you know how some people are just better off as friends?”

you nodded.

“that’s what i feel about her. i think we’re just better off as friends than anything else.”

“yeah, but i don’t think you can say that unless you already tried dating her, ru.”

his expression softened and you felt like he was looking at you more intently now, your eyes shifting elsewhere at the sudden sensation of wanting to hide. “you think?” he inclined his body closer to yours thoughtlessly.

“sure,” you nonchalantly replied, cool and composed unlike your heart (what the actual fuck?). “we always say stuff like that just because we haven’t tried doing the other. sometimes it’s always easy to assume on the things we have no idea about.”

“can’t say you’re wrong about that,” he said. “well, if you honestly think so, what if i tell you—”

buzz! buzz!

both of your eyes flickered to your phone laid on the table, haru shutting up and you placing your chopsticks down for a moment, opening your phone and reading the text message that appeared on your lock screen.

From [guk]: just finished training did you still go?

you frowned, your petty feelings resurfacing at the reminder that it was supposed to be jeongguk that you were here with.

To [guk]: yep went with haru instead

the message was read as soon as you sent it, but jeongguk didn’t respond as quickly as he should have, thus causing you to put your phone back on the table and turn to haru in interest, your pettiness getting more petty deep down though you brushed it off.

“sorry. what were you saying?”

haru was eating what was left of his noodles, his mouth curved upwards and his head shaking back and forth in clear amusement. “nothing. i think i just dodged a bullet there.”

“what?” you snorted.

“i’ll tell you about it next time,” he explained with a smirk. “let’s just finish quick. i still have something to do when i head home.”

“you’re so unfair.” you squinted your eyes at him. “i’m really going to harass you from now on with goeun.”

his smirk transformed into a grin, nodding to your bowl. “do as you like, chief. for now, just go on and eat.”

you snickered.

jeongguk still didn’t bother replying even after you and haru were done. you constantly checked your phone in case he did, but every time it lit up to show your lock screen, no new notification from him would be there, much to your disappointment and your irritation. you secretly thought that he shouldn’t have bothered messaging you if he wasn’t planning on replying—because here you were again, stuck on what was going on with that frustrating head of his to act this way.

and so rather than being some kind of freak who locked and unlocked her phone every minute or two, you decided to keep your phone in your bag out of annoyance at being left on read, choosing to engage yourself with another talk with haru as you both walked to the bus stop where you’ll eventually part ways; your conversation with him about the girl he liked wasn’t brought up again despite your subtle attempts to indeed talk about it once more, your curiosity not exactly satiated just yet considering your discussion earlier still didn’t give you enough details to share with goeun (yes, you might be a snitch yourself too—only amongst your closest friends, though).

crossing the street to go to the said bus stop, haru was the first one to halt upon reaching the other sidewalk, the story you were telling him being put to an end too as you followed where he was looking at, your eyes then shockingly falling on jeongguk who was already waiting by the bus stop himself, staring at you and haru with his jaw clenched, practically glowering before the hand he had raised to keep his phone against his ear dropped and he was taking steps towards the two of you.

“jeongguk,” haru greeted him with a confused and cheerful tone, chuckling. “you’re here too?”

jeongguk didn’t even glance at him, just focusing on you and still glowering at you. “you weren’t answering my calls,” he said with a grit of his teeth.

your face heated up and you automatically reached for your phone inside your tote bag, swiftly opening your phone to see a bunch of missed calls from jeongguk. “oh,” you blinked, “sorry. i didn’t realize my phone was on silent.”

“why is your phone on silent?” jeongguk asked. “haven’t i told you to never do that when you’re commuting?”

“jeongguk,” you meaningfully said his name, your gaze moving from his face to haru who was studying jeongguk, the same puzzled expression on his features.

“what?” jeongguk challenged.

you wanted to tell him to stop talking, to stop implying something that shouldn’t be realized by other people—whatever that may be—especially with haru here. however, he didn’t seem like he was going to back down or play safe, a rise of panic bubbling inside your system at that understanding since you couldn’t even do anything to address the matter properly, afraid that you’ll make the situation worse or more obvious than it already was.

“uh, guys,” haru piped in again, clearing his throat, “we all take the same route, don’t we?” he was pertaining to the bus, and jeongguk finally looked at him at the mention of it. “we better line up if we want to get good seats. a lot are starting to wait.” he gestured at the designated shed.

“you go first, ru,” jeongguk said, calmer than earlier.

haru raised his eyebrows. “what for?”

“i have to say something to ____.”

“what is it about that i need to be away?” haru joked, glancing at you, expecting an explanation, no matter how little it may possibly be. “do you guys have some sort of big secret that no one knows about?” he continued to banter.

“no,” you immediately answered, anxious. “no, we don’t.”

jeongguk scoffed and his gaze at you became hard once more. “____—”

“i’ll go first,” you added then, “to the waiting line.” you walked forward without looking back, hurrying and exhaling harshly, biting your lip because of the dozens of emotions coursing through you right now.

you didn’t see the way haru and jeongguk stared at each other; haru gazing at jeongguk in confusion still, suspicious too and a hint of disbelief seen as well, while jeongguk wasn’t masking his annoyance in the manner he boldly leered at haru in return. you only had the opportunity to see jeongguk being the one who immediately followed after you when you spun your head back to make sure they were tagging along, haru standing there for a second on the same spot before he followed as well, a smirk plastered on his lips that you didn’t particularly deem as friendly.

at the scene that just played in front of you, your dumb theory of haru possibly liking you and you obviously being the mystery girl suddenly didn’t sound so dumb anymore.

note. damn this whole part feels like a freaking cliché scene from a kdrama tbh HSJDHJDHJS BUT I LOVE IT PER USUAL AND I HOPE YOU DO TOO !!!!!

THANK YOU FOR READING & FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED ! ♡(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

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— known for your body and surrounded by rumors about your sex life… rumors that he doesn’t think to doubt. until he’s meeting you… forced to realize there’s much more to you then the thonged shorts and lacy costumes.

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Flame on Water | JJK

~summary:

Either you win or he does. Either you get paid or he does. Either the target winds up alive or dead. Jungkook’s job becomes a little more difficult any time you are around.

Jungkook x female!reader

~word count: 5.2k

~ mafia!au, assassin!jk, bodyguard!reader, enemies to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort

Rating: pg-15

Warnings: violence, guns, knives, hints at poison, mentions of death and killing, mention of blood, homelessness

~a/n: okay here is the mafia jk you all wanted! This was inspired by this prompt by @whumpster-dumpster​ along with all the subsequent replies of people screaming when they’re enemies, and I had to agree heheh - but it kinda spiralled from there, as you can see. Hope you enjoy!!

The first time, you were introduced as Ash.

The first time, he just saw a pretty face, a coquettish smile.

With plenty of time on his hands, target in sight and plan in action, what would be the harm in a little mingling? Especially with a girl as attractive as you.

Of course, he would not reveal his name. He was here for a purpose that would become compromised if anyone knew who he was. Who he worked for.

Jungkook had picked two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter and slid through the bustle at the edge of the dance floor. A waltz was floating through the air.

He stopped beside you, and you took the drink in delicate fingers. As you watched the dancers, you stood with such poise, he assumed you had been born and bred in these circles – the elite that somehow found time for balls straight from a fairytale, something Jungkook never believed until he became privy to them himself.

You were dwarfed by the grand pillar you stood under, its ornate trimmings extending up until they spread onto the expansive ceiling above like golden cobwebs. Gold adorned your dress too, combined with cream lace against your skin. You looked right at home. Jungkook’s tailored suit lent much the same impression to him as well, but he did not belong.

You looked good together.

You talked and you were utterly charming, matched only by Jungkook himself. You danced and you knew all the steps. Though he did too, he felt like a fraud knowing he had only learnt them for the job.

After the dance, that was what he had to get back to. Maybe after it was all finished, he would find you again, take you to a hotel room.

But not yet.

Eventually, the plan had fallen into place. Jungkook was watching the target from afar as she sipped at her champagne. Red lips smiled at something her husband was saying before drinking again.

Satisfied, Jungkook turned smoothly away, looking for Ash.

You weren’t there.

He supposed you had gone with someone else while he was indisposed. Whoever it was, they were a lucky one, he thought, resigning himself to inconsequential dances with other girls.

His dress shoes spun smoothly on varnished floor. Clasped hands and velvet. Silver glinting under candlelight. The sophistication passed in a blur, dancing with the minute hand of the grandfather clock in the corner.

People were leaving.

Tables bare bar the lavish cloths, candlesticks extinguished, chandeliers dark behind the mansion’s arched windows. Straightening his lapel, he leaned idly on the grand banister leading down to the driveway.

Then the target walked out. Red lips open in laughter, she accepted her husband’s arm to descend the grand staircase.

Jungkook tensed, standing forward to watch them, eyes darkening.

She wasn’t dead.

His shoes clacked against the stone as he followed them through the dark garden, hidden within wisteria arches. Their chauffeur waited. Jungkook stopped himself, gun aimed between roses.

He was a clean shot.

It was perfectly lined up.

They approached…

The trigger clicked uselessly, no resistance meeting his finger. No bullet leaving the gun.

The target drove away.

The first time, you were introduced as Ash.

Until that night, he had not failed a hit.

The second time, you were Amber.

It had been months, but he was sure he recognised your face. He wasn’t surprised to see you: after all, you acted like you had been in a ballroom your entire life. Red silk clothed you now, hands gloved identically.

As you conversed with a small group, he approached. He bowed and you smiled. You were just the same as before.

So why then were the gentlemen calling you Amber?

Unfortunately, one had already asked you to dance. Jungkook circled the hall again, eyes returning to you in the arms of your partner. Boredom drove him to enact his plan only halfway through the evening.

Later, he eyed his target as the man wiped his brow with a blue handkerchief. That was how it always started.

Turning back to his company, some businessman, Jungkook saw a flash of your wine-coloured dress. Two drinks rested in your hand as you slipped behind a waterfall of dark velvet.

“Amber?”

He had excused himself from the prior conversation, now walking along dark wood floor, between dark wood walls hung with portraits. These corridors needed to be clear, the velvet curtain providing convenient cover.

“You called?”

You laughed as he whirled around, finding you behind him emerging, glass in hand, from a doorway. The ladies’ room, he realised.

“I wasn’t able to request a dance earlier,” he smirked, not revealing his discomfort.

“I would love one,” you smiled, “you were very good last time.”

“I like to think I’ve improved since then,” he spoke, holding out his arm. Yours looped through it and together you walked back to the ballroom.

“So how do you know Sir Alpin?” you asked, lips pressed into a delicate smile as he took you in his arms.

“Business acquaintance,” he said curtly.

“Of course,” you stepped after him perfectly when the music began, “all you men are.”

“How observant of you,” he smirked, “but many of the women are his colleagues too.”

“Oh I know,” you laughed lightly, “but us women are better at hiding our purpose.”

“Is that so?” he raised a brow.

All he got in response was the twinkling of your eyes as you moved below the chandeliers. Lapsing into silence, he let your bodies move together, hand steady on your waist.

Once the music ceased, you collected your drink again, and one for him. Magnetised, he stood close to you, hand still hovering along your waist while he sipped at the champagne.

“It’s getting late,” you smiled, stepping from his hold, “I should retire soon. Goodnight.”

Though he longed to walk in your wake, grasp your hand and bring you with him, he was not any other guest. His eyes followed you where his feet could not as you melted away, a mirage.

Scanning the room soon after, the blue handkerchief waved in his field of vision again. The man looked no less sweaty than before. But somehow, his neatly cuffed hands were pouring scotch with unwavering movements, glass clinking with his companions.

Itching dread that Jungkook had only felt once before rose from his collar. The reaction should be happening.

Since that night, he had always made sure his backup options were sturdier. But until now, they had not been required again.

Quickly he paid one of the serving boys to deliver a message to Blue Handkerchief, soon darting behind the curtain once again to lie in wait. As he strode through the dark hallway, his hand fell on his breast pocket, feeling the security of his gun stashed there.

He should be feeling calmer. Somehow, he felt he was sweating just as much as his red-faced target. He refused to acknowledge the shaking in his hand.

Another curtained wall. Another doorway concealed.

Jungkook backed in to wait for his prey.

A gasp behind him. He jerked around.

“Amber? Are-are you alright?”

You weren’t supposed to be here. A deer in headlights, he stood before you, eyes moving between you and the curtain, beyond which his target would soon arrive.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you smiled, and oh god your eyes glittered even in the low light of this forgotten hall. His eyes finally found their rest and you crossed slowly towards him, eyes big and alluring. You were so close, and wasn’t this exactly what he had wanted?

Blinking, he saw your face swim out of focus for a moment, hyper conscious of the pinpricks of sweat on his brow.

You were pressed against him, rising to your toes, closer to his lips and he watched you, entranced. Naturally, his arms rose, hands grazing your waist.

Just as your lips brushed over his, footsteps.

“Sorry-“ his hands jerked off you, rising to your shoulders, “I have to-“

“You’re staying right here.”

Something sharp and cold dug into his ribs. Eyes widening, his palms froze where they pressed against your shoulders, body going rigid against the wall you had him pressed to.

The footsteps were getting closer. He had to get out.

In one swift movement, he grasped your wrist and pushed it down, other hand diving for his gun. As he pushed you away, the knife you held ripped into his suit, a jagged hole opening in dark fabric. Jungkook didn’t notice, cocking and lifting his pistol level with your head, but a blur of scarlet and it was forced from his hand in the same kick that caught his forearm, bringing him crashing to his knees with an oof as metal scraped on the flagstones.

But he was stronger than you.

Forcefully pulling himself away, he swung around, getting one foot underneath him. What he hadn’t anticipated was the lurching of the room, the blackness threatening to close his vision.

He stumbled right into your arms, instantly struggling away but he was so dizzy, and he could not resist. Cold stone met his back – he was sitting.

Your face came into focus. Arms around him, propping him against the wall, calm and collected as he sweated, chest heaving.

The footsteps passed by.

“Nice try, Jungkook,” you smirked. And you left, barefoot in your ballgown as Jungkook lost his battle with consciousness.

He had never told you his name.

The first time, you were introduced as Ash.

The second time, you were Amber.

Then Red.

Now, he knew your face. And he knew your purpose. You were no other ball guest: you were a bodyguard and he was an assassin.

But though he knew your face, he didn’t know your name.

Somehow, you knew his, but though he told Bangtan about you, they could find nothing.

Then he met you as Red, and he realised he knew nothing of you at all.

You didn’t belong in the ballroom. No, you were just like him, presenting a polished lie.

Here, you looked just as much at home in a dirty back alley, surrounded by dangerous criminals. In fairness, the ballrooms had been equally full of such people, but these ones kept their weapons on show.

Jungkook had been working tirelessly for months, infiltrating a gang that threatened his own, and he was to strike tonight. The leader would fall.

And though you wore a black hoodie rather than a ball gown tonight, standing under the night sky instead of a chandelier, he would not underestimate you.

Fog hung heavy in the air, close to the ground, blurring the neon signs visible further down the road.

A car rolled up. Dark windows slid down, but no one inside showed their faces.

He had to admit his surprise when you tailed the leader so closely as the man strolled to the car, stuffing a gold lighter in his pocket. What he would deny, however, was the way he had to restrain himself from stepping forwards, knowing what was about to happen.

The driver clicked his fingers. The passenger bent to retrieve the goods.

A pistol lifted instead, a bang splitting the night.

The effect was instant.

Like cockroaches, the gang scattered. They melted back into the web of backstreets they had come from, not sparing a glance for anyone else. Jungkook, of course, didn’t follow them as the mist swallowed them up, eyes staying locked on target.

You had pulled the leader to the ground before the bullet could reach him, gun already in your own hand.

Another shot rang out as you pushed the man behind you, despite your smaller stature. Somehow you were managing to restrain him. He looked seconds away from throwing himself into danger, rage twisting his face, but you simply fired and dragged him into the darkness behind the building.

From his vantage point in an equally dark mouth of an alley, Jungkook saw you look back around the corner, a shot whipping past your head in response.

You retreated further.

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to move. Holding a hand up, he stepped from his hiding place, the car instantly setting off.

In an ideal world, the first shot would have killed the target, but when you were involved, nothing was ever easy. However, he was not discouraged.

He was a wolf who had just broken up the pack.

Time to pick off his prey.

Smirking, he watched as you looked around you. By now, he had followed you for a few minutes as you led him through streets, pistol at the ready. You kept your distance from the man himself, who had already flicked his golden lighter open for a smoke.

An engine roared close by; you stopped.

You were in a small barely-lit square, one side dominated by a chainlink fence. A gust of wind whistled through the alleys, shaking the barrier, and you jumped around to face it.

He knew he had you off guard. Pressing on, you led Golden Lighter away, already fading among the fog, but footsteps in another alley made you double back. Jungkook saw his target’s cigarette glow through the mist.

Deliberately disturbing the stones by his feet, Jungkook quickly moved to the next alley between buildings in silent steps, a shadow among many others. Emerging again, he stepped slowly forwards.

You were closer now. The fog had grown thicker, but he saw your face, thrown into relief by the red glow of a fading streetlight. You barely dared breathe as you stalked forward, towards the alley he had just stood in.

Recreating the sound from before, he watched with satisfaction as you whipped around, hood falling away from your face.

Now you moved quicker, more intent as you rushed towards him. Stepping out of sight, he watched as you ran around the corner. Before you could blink, he had you pressed against the coarse brick, caging you in with his palm beside your head.

“Jeon Jungkook,” your voice was cool as the air around them.

“Red, was it?”

The corner of your mouth twisted upwards.

“Don’t fancy dancing tonight?”

“No, I’ve enjoyed watching you dance far more,” he cocked his head to one side, smile sliding onto his face as he watched your eyes darken.

Strong hands pushed his shoulders roughly and he stumbled back, smile infuriatingly still on his face. His only reaction seemed to be an eyebrow raised.

“Not like you to lose your cool, Red,” he observed.

“Red?” a voice barked, cutting through the haze behind them.

Your eyes locked across the alley, knowing what the other was thinking.

He raised his arm, you dived at him. A shot rang through the night as your bodies collided. Behind you, the leader did not fall. He was still there somewhere, concealed by grey tendrils of cloud that enveloped the square.

You did not think of him anymore. Not when Jungkook’s gun had fallen from his hand, far from reach, but instead of going after it he brought his arms to your waist. Instead of hunting his target, he pulled you in.

Your lips touched this time, for real.

It was hot, despite the cool night. It was demanding and your eyes were closed, intoxicated, as was he. He tugged at your waist, fingers gripping tight and no space left between you, the kiss so intense only a gunshot could break you apart.

It does.

A shiver and your lips would have touched again. Still wrapped in each other, your panting breaths fell between you, white in the black air.

But horror was frozen in your veins now.

Jungkook pulled away, hard metal of your own gun trailing your waist as he slipped from your grasp, dropping it at your feet.

He only looked back once. Mist swirled around you, stained red with the dying light.

The first time, you were introduced as Ash.

The second time, you were Amber.

Then Red.

Then Blue. A casino this time. You win.

The two of you are playing a dangerous game, gambling with the lives of the damned.

The first time, you were introduced as Ash.

The second time, you were Amber.

Then Red.

Then Blue.

Then simply ‘your worst nightmare’.

A ball, again. Back to your roots, but this time, he did get you alone.

“Who are you?” he panted, pulling his lips from yours, though the distance between you was still slim.

Even in the low light of the space, no bigger than a cupboard, he saw you smirk.

“Your worst nightmare.”

Blue, Red, Amber, Ash.

You were a flame dancing on water. Smoke in his hands.

How long until you were snuffed out?

When your employment took you so often into the lives of the elite, it was difficult not to compare.

Biting into you, the ground was harsh. Clinging to you, your clothes were no comfort. Every now and then, the door just along the alley would open, alluring glow spilling from inside, but you could only dream of sharing that warmth.

The club you had your back to didn’t care for the likes of you, but at least they would leave you alone.

But when a figure stopped at the end of the alley, you began to wish you were in a place people might have noticed you after all.

Another shape joined the first, and another. By this time, you knew it was no coincidence. Getting to your feet, you watched them draw nearer, blocking out any light that may have reached you from the main street as they approached.

“Red,” the growl sent chills through you as you looked into the first man’s face. His scowl was so entrenched, you wondered if he had ever smiled.

Swallowing, you met his eyes with fire. There may be five, no, six men, but you were a good fighter.

When the scowler stepped forwards heavily, you fought to stand your ground. He leered down at you, now towering right above you from within your own space.

Seeing his punch coming, you finally caved and darted to the side. He may be strong but you were quick, and now two more men crowded you, you lashed out, ducking under an arm and kicking one to the ground, righting in time to force the other into an armlock.

Whipping around, you shoved him with all your might into the next man, but by now the first was back.

Cut off one head, and three more take its place.

Now they were surrounding you, and it only took one to react and trap your arm before the fist initially intended for you found its mark. You had been right earlier – he was strong, and knocked the air from you, sending you reeling for longer than you could afford, and now your limbs were captive and brick smashed against the back of your head, outnumbered by men you could not overpower.

Still, you thrashed in their hold, refusing to go down easily. When an iron grasp clamped down on your neck, you kept it up, but only as long as your body was able. Another eye-watering blow and you were fighting for air, all of it expelled from your body when you were starving for it.

The grip relinquished just in time to keep you conscious, but barely a second passed of your gasping and choking before hot pain exploded by your ear. Tears swam in your eyes from the impact. Blinking them away, you only saw a distorted image of darkness, of the men holding you to the wall.

Then the scowling face came back into view, closer than the others. Turns out he did smile, but it was one that terrified you.

“Let. Me. Go!” you spat, jerking again in their hold.

You barely processed the sharp metal jab at your ribs as a dark blur flew towards you, landing another punch to your head that snapped your neck to the side, rendering you limp for a moment. When your eyes opened, it was to blinding pain, scream tearing from your lungs before you could help it, kicking out to no avail.

Though the hand pressing a blade into you did not budge, your every move caused blood to spill, carving into you.

Breathing heavily, your head dropped to your chest as your entire frame shook, pain wracking through it from whatever fire blazed at the base of your neck.

“What do you want?” you whispered.

To your shame, it sounded more like a whimper.

“Revenge,” the first man savoured the word. Lifting your head with a wince, you saw his deadly scowl back in place.

“Chan Kitae is dead because of you.”

His glare bore deep within you. For a moment, he was still, seething rage fizzing like static in the air around him.

Then all at once he exploded forwards, burly hand shoving your shoulder into the wall behind you, head slamming back too as you yelled yourself hoarse with pain. His shaking did not let up, only intensifying as his other hand joined in with a bone-crushing grip.

“I- didn’t- kill him,” you choked out through your teeth.

“But someone did,” he bit back, “and you didn’t stop them.”

You don’t know when he stopped. Everything was dark, everything was pain. You hit the floor without realising it, men finally backing away as a boot stomped down onto your wrist in a parting gesture. Your cry of pain was alien to you.

The pain and the dark had not receded when you opened your eyes.

How long had you been there?

The alley was still bare. No one had come for you. But who would?

Your first attempt to pull your body from the ground crashed and burned, as pain shot through you the moment your raised your head.

Collarbone.

Once again your eyes opened. You had passed out?

Remembering what was broken, you kept your neck still as you could. The pain never left, but you had to sit up. Gritting your teeth, you brought a hand under you to prop yourself up.

Another wrong move.

A cry fell from your lips as you crashed back down.

Okay. Collar, wrist.

Thankfully nothing else, and you finally hauled yourself upright, vision hazy again by the time you made it. Luckily there were some trash bags lumped here by the wall for you to fall back on.

No one else would help you. You had to keep yourself awake, take stock of your injuries, patch yourself up…

Your eyes slid closed.

Jungkook’s smart shoes crunched on the asphalt as he stepped from the club, fingers loosening his top button to let in the cooler air. Wearing a suit to a club was something he despised, but the job necessitated it.

Behind him, the fire door clunked shut. For now, he didn’t need to worry about getting back in.

Only allowing himself a moment to throw his head back and breathe, he soon pulled out his gun, checking the magazine with his back to the main street. No one ever looked down here, but he felt more shielded like this.

Clicking back into place, his magazine nearly drowned out the sound.

Not quite.

Head snapping up, Jungkook’s finger rested on the trigger as his wide eyes searched the darkness in the grimy alley. He was sure he had heard something.

All that faced him now was silence.

Without disturbing it, he stepped forwards. After a couple of paces, a small sound reached his ears. If he hadn’t already been straining his ears to listen, he would have missed the low hiss, but something was definitely here.

Or someone.

He kept going at the same cautious pace, staying quiet.

But then another noise reached him, a mix between a gasp and a cry, choked off as soon as it sounded, overtaken by the ruffling of plastic. Accelerating, Jungkook finally made out a shape in the low light.

A person, slumped on a pile of trash bags. A person he recognised.

As your eyes turned towards him, his step finally faltered. He was frozen at the sight of you, able to make out some of the bruises on your face already.

Then he snapped out of it and rushed forwards, gun hastily shoved away as he fell to his knees in front of you, heart clenching when you flinched away from him. His panicked eyes zig-zagged across you, lips parted in horror at what he saw.

Your face and neck were bruised and blood dripped steadily down the side of your face. Cradled against your chest was one of your hands, and where your sleeves had fallen down he saw fingerprints mottled purple there too. Slowly, hand steady, he brought his fingers up to your chin, raising your head to look him in the eye.

At first, your eyes seemed glazed, not really looking at him. But he chased your gaze, and your eyes widened in recognition as they finally locked with his own.

His thumb was soft against your cheek as he brushed at the stream of blood there, red staining his fingertip. His eyes drifted down to it, jaw clenching before he looked back up with burning eyes.

“Who did this to you?”

“Chan-“ your lips barely moved, the word but a breath past them before you coughed, the force wracking through your body to Jungkook’s alarm.

“Red!”

He hurriedly lifted his hands, catching you by the shoulders as you lurched forwards.

Your weight hung on his arms as you spat blood on the ground, head falling onto his shoulder while he looked around in panic. The alley was empty. Actually, that might be a good thing, but he needed some help here.

Lifting his palm to rub your back, he knew something had changed. He couldn’t pinpoint when, or how, but somewhere along the road, it had.

He couldn’t leave you here.

There was a target, still alive in the club behind him, but that was long forgotten. He took lives every day. It wasn’t often he could save one.

Rolling your head to the side so your profile became visible, your breath hitched for a moment as you swallowed, air falling harshly from your lips straight after.

“Chan…” you hissed through gritted teeth, “Chan… Kitae… his brother…”

Jungkook pressed his lips together at your revelation. Chan Kitae – the man with the golden lighter, the gang leader he had killed. The man Red was charged with protecting.

“Okay. It’s okay,” he murmured.

Keeping one arm firmly held around your back, he dug furiously in his pocket with the other, emerging with a phone.

“Hey, Jin, I need a car,” he glanced down at you, phone pressed to his ear, “yes, I’m still at the club. No, they aren’t dead. No, I’m fine, just- just come here, alright?”

“Red,” he raised you off him after his phone was back in his pocket, “hey. We’re getting out of here.”

Your head was sagging again, so he held the side of your face, pushing your hair away as he balanced you against him.

“Look at me,” he ducked his head slightly to catch your eye.

Obeying, you heaved your eyelids open again as a low rumbling grew and stopped at the end of the alley.

“That’s our ride,” Jungkook smiled.

Looking beyond his shoulder, you saw a sleek black car waiting on the street. Jungkook shifted beside you, lifting you with him as he stood. Despite your attempts to help, to get your feet beneath you, something jolted with every move.

If you thought he didn’t notice your choked-back hisses and whimpers, you were mistaken.

“Come on, it’s not far,” he encouraged, supporting you out into the light of the main street and into the car.

“Jesus, Jungkook!” Jin’s eyes turned to saucers as he saw you slide into the back, “What did you do?!”

As Jungkook climbed in after you, arm still around your waist, he felt you tense, pressing yourself against his side. Away from Jin.

“Don’t worry, it’s just Jin,” he muttered into your ear, tightening his arm around you nonetheless.

But instead of turning back to the wheel, Jin just stared at his dongsaeng, eyes bulging and lips moving around words that never came out. Jungkook could guess what Jin would be saying if he could talk, having been on the receiving end of that incredulous glare several times before.

Are you crazy? What the hell is this?

Who is she?

“This is…” he shifted in his seat, clearing his throat, “this is Red.”

Though Jin finally stopped gaping like a fish, mouth shaping into an understanding ‘o’, he still didn’t start driving. Letting his eyes fall to you in disbelief, he took in your state.

Of course, he had heard all about you. The famous girl that had outsmarted Jungkook.

If it hadn’t been so frustrating for his own business, he would have been delighted someone had finally put his younger brother in his place.

All he could think now, however, was-

“What the fuck?”

Your head was lolling against Jungkook now, but Jin still hissed his words, careful to keep the volume down. Nonetheless, Jungkook jumped in his seat, doleful puppy eyes meeting Jin’s narrowed slits.

“She needs help,” Jungkook fired back with as much urgency.

Despite the exasperated sigh he let past his lips, Jin had to agree. You really didn’t look fit to be defeating any world-class assassins at the moment.

Illuminating the street with his headlights, Jin finally put his foot down.

“Why did you help me?”

Jungkook stopped in the doorway. Pouting, a slight frown crossed his face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why would you help me?” you repeated, watching as he crossed the room to place a glass of water by your bedside, “we… we’re on opposing sides. You have to kill someone, I have to stop you. Only one of us gets paid. Why-“

“You don’t get paid?”

“Sorry?” you blinked.

“You don’t get paid if you don’t succeed?”

“No.”

You said it like it was obvious and it broke his heart.

Slowly sinking down to sit beside you on the bed you were healing in, he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“It’s not the same here. This is where we all stay-” he gestured to the room around you, “-and we have what we need, no matter if we’ve carried out our missions.”

You had nothing to say, so you stayed silent.

Carefully studying your face, Jungkook swallowed. Since you had met, being on opposing sides hadn’t held back the thoughts of you that plagued him every day and night.

He couldn’t pass up this chance.

“Would you…” he took a deep breath, “would you like to stay?”

The world froze in place around you. Staring at Jungkook, you couldn’t stop the tears pooling or breaking free as you nodded, leaning forwards to capture his lips.

Melting into him as he held you close, arm circling your waist and one hand cupping the back of your head, you felt safe for the first time you could remember. You knew you were home.

You and Jungkook had been enemies for so long, equal strength on opposing sides. But that night, those men made a grave mistake for the people who once depended on you, driving you into the arms of Bangtan once and for all.

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Wake Up

Summary: Jungkook wakes you up for some fun

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre & Rating: Smut, 18+

Warnings: SMUTTTYYY (basically porn with no plot), dom!jungkook, sub!reader, fingering, oral (f. recieving), morning sex, rough sex, vaginal intercourse,  unprotected sex

Length: 1.4k

Notes: Hope you guys enjoy! Again, feedback is always welcomed and MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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“Jesus christ....” Jungkook woke up instantly annoyed.

 After going at it with you all last night, he couldn’t understand how he could possibly be hard again. He looked over at your sleeping figure, snuggled into his chest tightly. You looked exhausted, and he couldn’t help but feel bad for what he was about to do to you.

 “Baby...” he whispered into your ear, rubbing your thigh.

“Babe, wake up... I need your help..” he tried again, as you still ignored him.

 “Wake up!” He slapped your thigh.

 “What the fuck do you want? God damn...” you said, waking up even more annoyed than he was.

 He moved your hand onto his length, making you unintentionally rub it.

 “No. I’m tired, and still extremely sore from last night... go take a shower and fix it yourself” you replied retracting your hand from his sensitivity, and turning your back towards him.

 “Baby c’mon... I need you” he said, grabbing you by your hips, pulling them to grind your ass against his crotch. He knew you couldn’t resist him.

 “No,” you sighed and plunged your entire body under the covers, ending the conversation.

“Fuck....” he rolled his eyes.

 Jungkook knew that he absolutely ruined you last night, and wanted to let you sleep. Truly, he did. But then all he could think about was how amazing last night was. Having your body pressed against his was the best feeling he’s ever felt. The thought of having to get himself off right now when you were laying next to him, naked and available, agitated him. 

 Having decided that he desperately needed you and he just couldn’t please himself right now, he moved his body under the covers, and spread your legs, leaving you bare to him.

 “Fuck...” he said looking at your sex, glistening.

 Just then, he made a single lick up your wet folds knowing it drives you crazy, but you didn’t budge. He tried all his normal tactics on you that he knew you liked, including using his tongue to spell his name out on you, but you were too far into sleep to give him anything but an almost nonexistent moan. Annoyed that you hadn’t woken up because of his actions yet, he decided to just go for it, sliding a finger inside of you while simultaneously attaching his lips onto your clit and sucking as hard as he could. He pushed his finger in and out of you, feeling you getting even more wet by the second.

 You on the other hand who had been too tired to feel anything before, definitely felt what he was doing to you at the moment.

 “.... oh my fuck!” You exclaimed, opening your eyes and watching him devour you with his mouth once again.

 “.... Kookie, baby...” you moaned, feeling him add another finger inside of you.

 “I’m sorry mamas... I really just couldn’t help myself.... you taste so good, love” he said smirking, seeing you give in to his advances and giving his attention back to your clit.

 “Shit!” you felt your legs start trembling, just as they were less than 5 hours ago. “Please fuck me... I wanna cum all over your dick... Jungkook, please.”

 “I want you to cum all over my fingers first. Can you do that for me, huh? Be my good little slut and use my hands to get yourself off?” He said detaching his mouth from your pearl and stopping the motion of his fingers.

 “Jungkook... why would you wake me up and make me do it myself... ugh” you complained rolling your eyes, annoyance clear in your voice. 

 “Watch your fucking mouth before I fill it for you...” he gave you a warning glance and a hard slap to your ass.

 You were beyond annoyed at his actions right now, but nevertheless you began grinding yourself against his fingers trying to reach your high while he looked down at you with approving eyes.

 “Fuck baby, you’re so hot”

 “Mmhmm... I bet I’d be even hotter if you knew you were the one making me go crazy like this.” You knew you would never get off with just his fingers if you were doing the work by yourself. You were trying to bait him into fucking you, seeing as though that was what he woke you up for.

 “Such a fucking brat, I swear.” He groaned pulling his fingers out of you and flipping you over, using his hand to push your face down against the soft pillow and the other to slap your ass three times in a row.

 “You love fucking this brat tho-“

 He pushed his full length into you without any hesitation in his movement. The stretch burned but it felt good.

 “You’re right... I do love fucking you. Shit, you feel so fucking good.”

 He pulled his length out to the tip, and slammed into you again, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. He went slow though, making sure not to hurt you after last night. You appreciated how considerate your boyfriend was being towards your body, but you definitely needed more. And to get it, you knew you’d have to egg him on.

 “I know you didn’t wake me up for this...” you said, pushing your ass back towards him, signaling that he wasn’t doing enough for you.

 “... excuse me?” He said stopping all movement and grabbing your hips to stop yours too.

 “ you’re wasting my time hun... I know about five other people out here who could actually fuck me good when you woke me up just to give me some wack ass dick.” You sucked your teeth just to give him more attitude.

 You heard him groan as he slipped himself out of you. He flipped you over and pulled you towards his crotch, holding your legs around his waist while he picked you up and pushed you against the wall.

He slammed himself into you harder than he ever has before, wrapping his hand tightly around your throat, halting some of your airflow.

 “What other people huh, you whore? WHO?” He questioned you while still consistently slamming into you and choking you.

 “Fuck baby...” you couldn’t hold in your moans. It was all too much, but it felt too good to tell him to stop. Besides, you wanted this.

 “Answer me.” He said, giving you the death glare while still continuing his punishing strokes.

 “Who. Else. Have. You. Been. Fucking?” He asked while serving you deep thrusts after each word, each of them harder than the last.

 “No one.. fuck.. no one. I’m sorry. I was lying.... Shit, I’m sorry daddy. Pleaseee.” You whined.

 He let up on your neck a bit, loosening his grip, but not changing the way he was slamming into you, ultimately making you slam your back against the wall.

 “Yea, that’s what I fucking thought.” He said with a threatening tone.

 “... fuck... please I’m gonna cum.”

 “Mmhmm, go ahead.” He said biting his lip and removing his hand from around your neck to rub your already swollen clit harder than ever.

 Between the intense stare he was giving you, you being fucked against the wall for the first time, how hard and fast he was rubbing your clit, and him fucking you exactly at the right angle, you couldn’t hold off your orgasm. You felt yourself spasm around him while he was still pushing himself inside of you.

 Your hole tightening around him and squeezing him was all he needed to push him over the edge.

 “Fuck princess.....” He came with one final thrust, pushing himself completely into you and putting his head in your neck, trying to get his breathing pattern back to normal.

 He removed himself from inside of you, leaving you feeling empty and let you down. Your legs felt like jelly, and as soon as your feet hit the floor you began to slide down the wall, not being able to stand up. He caught you and threw you onto the bed.

 “I’ll be back,” he said walking into the bathroom.

 He came back with a wet towel, cleaning off himself and then you.

 “Jesus fucking Christ boy... my back hurts so much from you fucking slamming me against the wall.” You complained.

 “That’s what you get for being such a fucking brat and talking so much shit. Who’s giving you wack dick now?” He said now joining you on the bed.

 “Not you... but if you ever wake me up like this again you won’t have a dick. I’ll cut ya shit off, stop playing with me.”

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Jimin twitter update !

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형이 사랑한다

#JIMIN

#정국생일ㅊㅋ

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[09:06 AM] from jeongguk

―sorry to interrupt your ‘on-my-way-to-sleep’ time, but something`s been building up in me. these days i`ve come to this realization that we should never regret loving anyone. everyone that we loved gave us at least something in return, right? they took their parts and taught us different kind of emotions. some taught us desertion, some pain, some betrayal while some gave us uncountable days of happiness, hope and freedom of our mind. we took each of those and crafted ourselves into a person who has seen it all. i guess, we should be thankful for anyone who has come into our lives. they were a part of our story and yeah, obviously we don`t have to love all the chapters.

delivered.

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snow to your heart | jjk

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader genre/warnings: fluff words: 1 650 synopsis: jeongguk insists on being called detective jeon, and he drags his s/o along to investigate or the one where detective jeon is jeongguk’s new name, and he ends up in a snowball fight.

Sometimes you wondered if your boyfriend was 22 or still a child, though the man in question always insisted that he was an adult with a pout gracing his lips. Snow covered every inch of the forest around the red cabin, the lake frozen. The boat usually docked to the jetty shoved under tarpaulin for the winter. Jeongguk was hunched over a pair of footprints in the snow, his hand wrapped around a green magnifying glass he had found in a box under a bed. You had just pulled a black woollen knit cap over his ears before he had bounded out of the door, the boy tripped over his feet in excitement to investigate the footprints. A smile split your face, a warm feeling spreading from the centre of your chest to the tip of your fingers. The boy turned around, waving at you from his spot in the snow. You opened the window, the cold December air hitting your face.

“How’s the investigation going, Guk?” The man in question pulled his lips into a pout, furrowing his eyebrows, and dropping the magnifying glass.

“Who is Guk? I only know Detective Jeon,” A sigh abandoned your lips, ever since he found that magnifying glass and the deerstalker he pulled from his coat he insisted on being called Detective Jeon. He placed the deerstalker haphazardly on his head, with a last pout from the boy, your resolve broke, deciding to entertain the 22-year-old. 

“My apologies, how’s the investigation going, Detective Jeon?” His eyes lit up, his fingers curling around the magnifying glass and peering through it. 

“Well, the investigation has come to a standstill, Detective yln. There is almost no evidence of anything. The only evidence after the culprit is these footprints,” He gestured behind him. His semblance serious, though his eyes sparkled. “We might need reinforcements, Detective yln,” You nodded, the smile abandoning your lips in favour of a frown. 

“Understood, Detective Jeon. The reinforcements will arrive in a bit,” The only response was a thumbs up as he went back to squinting through his magnifying glass. With a shake of your head, your mission of finding winter gear began. You closed the window as you balanced on one leg trying to slip on the brown Timberland boot. Your eyes landed on Jeongguk hunched over in the snow peering through the magnifying glass, your face breaking out into a smile. You sat down beside him, pulling a notepad and a pen from your coat pocket.

“Can you recap the investigation, Detective Jeon?” He peered at you, his deerstalker falling off his head. 

“Of course, Detective. Well, there is almost no evidence, the only evidence is these footprints,” You nodded, writing everything down. He continued, “the objective is clear, we have to find out who left these footprints. This may prove to be a challenge, but I have worked out a theory. It is Bigfoot who left these footprints,” He looked at you expectantly, his doe eyes widening. You made eye contact with him, your face serious. You lifted a gloved hand, it clutching the deerstalker placing it back on his head, a disgruntled Jeongguk peering back at you.

“I see where you might’ve gotten that theory from, but if we look closely at the footprints we can see that this isn’t bigfoot as the prints are too small for a creature as big as Bigfoot,” Jeongguk pouted, his bottom lips sticking out, He turned his doe eyes to lock with yours. He then nodded, dropping his hand holding the magnifying glass.

“Yes, I presume you are right, Detective yln. The Bigfoot would not move this close to the cabins. What if someone saw it?” You nodded, grabbing his gloved hands. “And Guk?” He looked at you, shooting you a glare, “Detective Jeon, this looks like size 28 or something, not 57 which would have to be the size of Bigfoot’s feet,” A puff of white smoke abandoned his lips, his cheeks puffed. You lifted your hand, bringing it up to pinch his cheek, a whine left his pouting lips, “stop it,” he shook his head to remove your hand from his cheek. In his indignation his hand discarding the magnifying glass, seeing your chance you grabbed it, looking at the footprints through it. “This animal has hooves, it’s probably a deer or something,” His eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas eve. They shone in wonder. 

“A deer, Detective yln?” You nodded, he clapped his hands together, “we have to go investigate further! I will go fetch the binoculars, in the meantime, you can write down everything we know!” Before you could say something, he had run into the cabin, a futile ‘take off your shoes’ following him. 

Jeongguk heard, skidding to a stop. His shoes thudded against the wooden floor as he removed them from his feet. He grabbed the binoculars from the shelf above the fireplace, the deerstalker falling off his head during his excited spin, he slid over the floor, his arms flailing to keep him on his feet. Jeongguk poked his head through the door crack, spotting you leaning against the handrail. Your cheeks were red, snow falling into your hair. A soft smile gracing your features. In his eyes you looked beautiful at that moment, he dug in his coat pocket, his fingers curling around his phone. He took one picture before stuffing the device back into the coat. Jeongguk thought you looked beautiful every day, but with the snow in your hair and the red cheeks, he thought you looked ethereal. You looked like an angel, according to him. He walked over to you, placing his hands on your waist. You turned your head to look at him, your eyes met. 

“Ready to continue investigating, Detective yln?” He removed one hand from your waist, dangling the binoculars in front of your face. A laugh fell past your lips, nodding as you laced your hand with the one still on your waist.

“Let’s go investigate, Jeon,” He shook his head at the nickname, pulling you along as he started walking. You followed the footprints, at some point Jeongguk had put the binoculars around your neck, and you had stuffed the green magnifying glass into his coat pocket. He unclasped your hands as you entered a clearing, you features now carrying a pout. He bent down, scooping snow into his hand, he made a snowball. His lips splitting into an evil grin. He raised his hand, throwing the snowball at the same moment you turned around, causing the snowball to collide with your face. A breath left your lips as you stared at him. He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes seeming apologetic, but the wicked grin never leaving his face. You bent down, scooping snow into, creating a snowball, you threw it, aiming for his shoulder, but instead hitting the juncture between his shoulder and his neck. Some of the snow fell into his coat. A breathy laugh abandoned your lips at the shocked look passing over his face. His mouth opened in shock, a strained whine leaving his lips, reverberating through the forest. He once again gathered up snow in his gloved hand throwing it at you. It hit your stomach, you giggled at the cheer he let out. Your eyes bore into his as you made eye contact across the clearing.

“It’s on, Jeon!” You scooped snow into your hands, throwing it at the boy. You threw the binoculars aside, figuring that they would be an annoyance. He, in return, threw a snowball at you, and you threw one at him, purely out of revenge. You could see the wheels start to turn in his head, a plan brewing. Your footprints filled the clearing, whatever trace of the footprints you were investigating gone. You ended up behind him, Jeongguk too far gone to notice. You drizzled snow down his back, a strained whine of ‘it’s cold’ leaving him. He turned around, his arms filled with snowballs, your faces adorning grins, Jeongguk walked towards you, calmly. You, on the other hand, broke into a run. He dropped the snowballs, breaking into a run, colliding with you as you stopped. The both of you feel to the ground, you from the force of your 22-year-old boyfriend colliding with you, and him from trying to stop you from falling. You groaned, the weight of your boyfriend making it hard for you to breathe. His eyes scanned you for any kind of injury, letting out a relieved breath when he did not find any. He visibly relaxed, until you poked his side, his eyes meeting yours.

“You’re kinda squishing me, Guk,” His eyes widened in apology, shifting so that all his weight landed on his arms. The boy pouted.

“I’m sorry, angel,” You blushed at the nickname, squeezing his bicep to tell him that it was alright. Jeongguk nuzzled his nose with yours, a huff leaving your lips as you tried to kiss him, Jeongguk just moving away. You huffed and pouted as you once again tried to kiss him, this time managing to kiss his adam’s apple. 

“I think I deserve a kiss after being almost squished to death by my boyfriend,” He rolled his eyes, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. The kiss was soft, eyelashes fluttering over your cheeks, Jeongguk’s breath fanning over your cheeks. He pulled away once the lack of oxygen became too great to ignore. His eyes filled with adoration.

“I love you, yln,” Jeongguk broke into a smile, shifting so he could brush your hair away from your face. The familiar warmth of blush crept up your neck, not that he could see it. You poked his puffed out cheek, his tongue slightly darting out in concentration. You smiled, whispering a soft ‘I love you too, Jeon,’ before tilting your head to capture his lips in another kiss.

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Animal - 05

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: boxer jungkook | lots of sarcasm | smut Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: mentions of violence, drugs, sex… Again, really explicit sex.

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A/N: I’m backkkk! I wrote this and I wanted to post it asap, so here it is! Hope you like it <3 (my finals are over but this 2019 is being shit? yeah) Sorry if this part isn’t what you expected after a long time, it kind of introduces to the salseo that’s about to happen muahahah

Being around Jungkook was surprisingly easy.

And yes, you meant easy.

Easy as in, natural easy, as in breathing easy. No awkwardness, no beating around the bush with each other. You kept that back and forth between the two of you, that banter, that ‘we-hate-each-other’ relationship, and even if sometimes you wanted to rip Jungkook’s head off because he still was insufferable… It was all so easy with him.

And maybe that’s what made it all so difficult.

“Another one, please,” you said to the barman, raising your now empty glass.

Surprisingly, your liking for parties had improved too. Partying with the boys meant fun, laughing until your stomach hurt and waking up the next day with a headache that seemed less like a headache as soon as you read the texts a very drunk Jimin had sent to the group chat the night before – sometimes, it included awkward drunk selfies too, such a great material for blackmailing him later.

They had become some sort of a family to you through the last month and a half. When you weren’t at the hospital, or at the library trying to concentrate on your thesis, you were all either at Pizza Planet eating pizza and playing bowls, or at Taehyung’s apartment playing Mario Kart and drinking some beers. It was the laid-back group of friends you had never had, who would have thought that you would find them at some wrestling match?

“Thanks,” you smiled, grabbing your drink as the barman handed it to you. You grabbed a straw and took a quick sip.

Even though your opinion on Jungkook, parties and the boys had improved, your liking for tight dresses and high heels hadn’t.

If you had just ignored Evey when she had insisted on making you wear one of her glittery dresses… At least you had turned down those horribly uncomfortable-looking high heels.

With the free hand that wasn’t holding your drink, you pulled the hem of your – or Evey’s – dress and walked away from the bar.

Your eyes scanned the crowd in search of the spot where you had last seen your group of friends.

Everyone at the club was ready with their shimmery outfits, on point hairstyles and make-ups. You could feel the festive atmosphere, with Christmas decorations everywhere, a huge Christmas Tree right behind the DJ and some snowflakes hanging from the high ceiling, not to mention the creepy guy dressed as Santa that was walking around the place and taking selfies with people.

You scurried between the moving bodies, trying to keep your drink inside the glass.

“Sorry,” you kept mumbling. “Excuse me.”

It was the party that gave way to the start of Christmas Holidays, yeehaw! You couldn’t be happier, you had booked a train ticket to go back home and visit your family, spend your holidays with them, and hopefully take some time for yourself and your thesis. Evey and some of the boys were also going to spend the holidays with their respective families, so it was more of a ‘goodbye party’.

But you hadn’t gone to that party just because it was Christmas and it would be the last time you saw Evey and the boys in almost three weeks… You had gone because you knew Jungkook would be there too, and since you hadn’t been able to hang around that often during the last week, you wanted to see him too. Not that you would admit that to anyone.

“Hey, Y/N,” a voice calls you just as you’re about to go upstairs towards the booth were Evey and the rest are.

You turn around to find Sungho walking towards you, a glass of champagne on one hand, a pretty girl – way too young for him and that place – clinging to the other.

“Hi, Sungho,” you said, nodding politely just like anyone else would nod towards their boss. “Didn’t know you would be there.”

He simply smiled and raised his glass.

“I hope it’s been a pleasant surprise, then.”

“It sure has,” you smiled too. You had nothing against the man, but you didn’t know him that much to be pleased by his presence.

“Are you enjoying the party?” he asked, making polite conversation as the girl traced her acrylic nails down his tie.

“Yeah, I was actually going back to our booth,” you said, raising your glass. “I just wanted another drink.”

He nodded.

“Evey told me you were going home to spend the holidays with your family,” he said. “I hope you come back for the re-start of Wrestling Season.”

You nodded your heard yes. Wrestling Season had taken a break at the end of November, and it would start once again at the end of February.

“Of course, I’m just going home for a couple of weeks.”

The conversation was starting to get awkward, and both Sungho and the girl were starting to get impatient.

“Have you seen Jungkook? I was looking for him,” Sungho suddenly said.

Your eyes widened.

“Jungkook? Oh… Eh… No, I haven’t seen him yet, but he should be here,” you said.

Sungho’s eyes turned a bit dark, but you mistook it as lust, as the girl placed a kiss on his neck.

“Okay, thanks Y/N,” he said. “I’ll see you around, then, have fun.”

“Yeah, you too.”

You nodded and watched them disappear amongst the crowd. You frowned a bit but shrugged and started walking towards the booth upstairs once again.

As you were climbing the stairs that lead to the private booths, you took your phone from your small purse. No texts from Jungkook.

You didn’t want to get anxious, but usually, he would have already texted you by then.

You lifted your eyes from the screen of your phone, that showed no new notifications, as you finished walking the stairs. On the left, there was a darker hallway that lead to the bathrooms. Two girls emerged from it, laughing and mumbling to each other as another figure stayed behind.

You stopped as you recognized that figure.

Jungkook hadn’t seen you yet, too self-absorbed keeping whatever it was that he was keeping in the pockets of his pants.

Fuck, he looked stunning. Dressed in all black, he almost became camouflaged with his surroundings.

Maybe, if you hadn’t been so blinded by lust and alcohol running through your veins, you would have thought something was off. But all you could do was stay there as the girls walked past you and stare in awe at the young man.

He noticed someone staring at him and lifted his eyes.

They met yours in a swirl of pure lust and desire, and fuck, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from drooling.

He leaned on the wall behind him, his hand finishing whatever it was doing inside his back pockets. His eyes drank in the sight of you, in a glittery, silver dress, scanning every inch and curve of your body. A body that not only his eyes, but his hands, had traced a hundredth times by then.

You stood there, waiting for him to approach you first.

Seeing you weren’t going to move, he smirked and pushed himself away from the wall, approaching you taking small steps.

He licked his lips, almost tasting you in them, his gaze anticipating what was going to happen next, like a hungry animal approaching its prey.

“You in a dress?” he scoffed, eyeing you up and down once again before setting his eyes on yours. “Is this real or am I dreaming?”

You rolled your eyes. Of course he would say that instead of something nice.

“The fact that I don’t usually wear dresses doesn’t mean that I don’t wear dresses at all,” you said in a mocking tone, your hands lifting to touch the material of his black turtleneck sweater. “And what’s with the turtleneck? Didn’t know you were into vintage style.”

Jungkook frowned and looked down at his sweater as he pulled your hand away from it.

“It makes me look classy and,” he paused to look at you, arching a brow, “hot.”

You rolled your eyes again and let out a breathy laugh. “Sure.”

Jungkook smirked, approaching you with slow steps.

“Don’t act as if you weren’t gaping at me just two minutes ago…”

“Says here…” you scoffed.

“I never said I didn’t find you incredibly hot in that dress,” he purred.

You playfully smacked his arm and took a step back, cheeks heating up.

“Anyways,” you said, clearing your throat and trying to change the topic of the conversation. “What were you doing? I thought you weren’t here yet.”

“Nothing, just catching up with some old friends.”

You frowned. Catching up with some friends, in the dark hallway that lead to the bathrooms of a club? You arched a brow, but said nothing, knowing that, if Jungkook didn’t want to tell you what he was doing, he wouldn’t tell you. For a moment you thought about the two girls and him… But he was free to do as he pleased, you two weren’t in a relationship and he didn’t owe you any explanation.

“Sungho is here too, I saw him some minutes ago,” you said. “He was looking for you.”

At that, Jungkook’s face changed and his gaze hardened.

You narrowed your eyes, but soon, Jungkook composed himself and laughed it off.

“What a way to ruing a party, our boss making an appearance,” he laughed.

He had never spoken about Sungho as his boss before, not in front of you, at least. You thought they were just partners. Sungho put the money Jungkook needed for the fights, promotions, material… and Jungkook earnt the money that made Sungho rich.

“We better go find the others,” Jungkook said, snapping you out of your thoughts. “They’ll be wondering where we are.”

You stared at him for some more seconds until you shook your head and answered. “Yeah, sure.”

. . .

The small booth was packed with tension.

You and Jungkook sat on opposite sides of the private balcony, the darkness of the room not being enough to hide the glances Jungkook was throwing your way non-stop.

You shifted uncomfortably on your couch, trying to follow the conversation you were having with Evey and another friend she had invited.

“… Y/N!” you heard someone calling you.

Evey snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, trying to catch your attention. You blinked a few times before cursing and slapping her hand away from your face.

“What?” you said, tearing your eyes away from Jungkook’s.

“Are you even listening to us?” Evey asked.

“Clearly not, if you had to snap your fingers in front of my face to catch my attention,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t even know why she’s still my friend,” Evey said to the other girl. “Anyways,” she said, her attention back on you. “I was asking you if you thought Wheein has a chance with Joon.”

You frowned, looking towards Namjoon. He was talking to some boys you had never seen before. There were a lot of people in that booth you didn’t know.

From time to time, Namjoon looked out of the corner of his eye towards the couch where the three of you were sitting.

You suppressed a small smirk.

“Well,” you said, raising your brows. “If he keeps trying to look here without turning his neck, his eyes will start spinning 360 degrees.”

“You think?” Wheein exclaimed, covering her lips with her hands.

You shrugged. “I know shit about boys, believe me, I’m the worst at deciphering them, but Namjoon is not exactly… Discreet.”

“Oh my God, what should I do?”

Evey laughed. “Go for it, girl.”

“But I came here with the both of you, I don’t want to leave you hanging.”

Evey frowned. “What are you talking about? There’s no thing as leaving a friend hanging when the possibility of hooking up with a hot guy is right in front of you.”

“I agree,” you said, nodding and unconsciously throwing a brief glance towards Jungkook.

He was drinking from his glass, legs sprawled out for everyone to contemplate the strong muscles of his thighs through his black pants. His eyes were focused on Jin, who was telling some story you couldn’t hear, but from the looks of everyone around him, it was something funny. It was as if your gaze burned him, his eyes finding yours through the mass of people in the booth.

You had to cross your leg and rub them together at the intense gaze Jungkook gave you, his eyes dark and shiny from behind his glass.

Gulping, your eyes snapped back to Evey, who was looking around with a frown on her face, trying to catch whomever you were staring at. She then looked at you, her eyes narrowing.

You quickly changed the topic.

“What are you waiting for?” you said, pushing Wheein off the couch.

Wheein stood up nervously.

“I… I don’t know…” she stuttered. “What if it goes wrong and he rejects me?”

“Don’t think about that and go,” you said, pushing her some more until she was stumbling against Namjoon.

You watched the two of them interact with a proud smile on your face.

“What’s going on?” Evey said, blinking a few times.

You blinked rapidly as you averted your eyes from Namjoon and Wheein laughing awkwardly, and looked at Evey.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N, I know you better than your mother does, spill,” Evey said, crossing her arms over your chest.

You gulped the rest of your drink, trying to think about a good answer.

You knew what she was referring to, but it was impossible she knew what was going on between you and Jungkook, you had been careful enough so no one would know.

Is not that you don’t want to tell her… Is just that… You don’t want to tell her. You were aware that Evey was the first person that encouraged you to sleep with Jungkook to get rid of that tension between the two of you, but if she knew that it had been more than once and that you were starting to feel weird about it all, she would give you one of those mother speeches you usually gave her.

You were too tipsy and turned on to have that kind of conversation then and there.

“Um…” you mumbled. “I’m peeing myself, I need to go to the bathroom.”

You stood up, trying to run away from that situation. Where the fuck was Taehyung when you needed him to keep Evey distracted?

“Oh, no, no,” Evey scoffed, standing up too.

“Pee!” you shouted, handing her your empty glass and running away from that private booth.

Panting, you arrived to the dark hallway where you had found Jungkook previously. You would have to tell Evey eventually, but you couldn’t find the right time to do so.

You were still trying to catch your breath when you heard footsteps approaching you, the sound louder than the muffled sound of music.

You lifted your eyes, Jungkook approaching you taking long strides.

Once he was in front of you, he trapped you against the wall, your back hitting it with a loud noise.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hands already all over your body, groping, caressing, pinching… “I thought this moment would never arrive.”

“Ah… Jungkook,” you protested when he grabbed your ass with both hands, his tight grip hurting you a bit. “Stop being so rough.”

Jungkook hid his face in the crook of his neck and started biting and licking it as if he was a crazy man.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice muffled by your skin as he caressed your ass cheeks tenderly. You tangled your fingers in his dark hair. “But I can’t help myself, I’ve been going crazy staring at you from the opposite side of the booth and not being able to touch you.”

You laughed. Fuck. You were the one who was going crazy, if you already weren’t.

“If you keep groping my ass like that, as if it was some pizza dough, you’ll end up turning it all flabby.”

Jungkook laughed and lifted his head so his forehead was resting against yours.

“You know how much I love your ass,” he said, the word love causing your heart to jump inside your chest.

You really were screwed.

He kept staring at you with those fierce eyes of his, burning you, making you feel as if a thousand fireworks were exploding inside your belly, and turning your legs into wobbly limbs.

“I know,” you smirked, rather shyly.

It brought a smile to his lips, one of his hands travelling from your ass to the front of your dress, until it was tracing circles on top of one of your breasts.

“And this dress… Fuck,” he growled, his eyes looking at the hand that was moving all over your breasts. “You look so hot tonight, baby.”

You bit your lower lip at that. He only called you baby when he was really, really horny.

“Ah yeah?” you teased him. “You didn’t think the same when you first saw me tonight, laughing at me.”

“You laughed at my turtleneck too.”

“Yeah, but you laughed at me first.”

“Well, I laughed because if I didn’t, I would have cum all over my pants,” he said, his voice low and raspy.

Some people walked past you, towards the bathroom, mumbling as they stared at the two of you. But neither you or Jungkook gave a single fuck about them.

You arched a brow. “It sounds like a lame excuse.”

Jungkook let out a breathy laugh. “Do you want me to show you how much I like this dress, Y/N? Hmm?”

You gulped, as he pressed his front against yours, his erection pressing into your lower abdomen.

“Do you?” he repeated, letting the words caress the shell of your ear.

“Yeah,” you breathed, a smirk already drawn over your lips.

Jungkook gasped in your ear, something that looked like a suppressed moan.

“But not here, I’m not fucking you in a bathroom once again,” you said, hands still caressing Jungkook’s scalp.

“Sure,” he nodded, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, trying to calm himself. When he lifted his head and his eyes stared into yours once again, he had a huge smirk all over his lips. “But you say it as if you didn’t enjoy it when I fucked you in the bathroom upstairs.”

His head pointed towards the ceiling, and you immediately knew what he was referring to.

“I enjoyed it,” you shrugged. “But I have my preferences.”

He smiled and let his head hang low, his hands coming to accommodate his erection inside his pants.

“I’ll grab our things, wait for me in here,” he said.

A few minutes later, he was leading towards his car, parked in the parking lot of the club. The both of you got inside the black car and Jungkook pulled off the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” you mindlessly asked once you saw he wasn’t going in the direction of your neighborhood.

“Hmm?” he asked, his eyes looking at you as his left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“Where are we going?” you repeated, looking back at him.He smiled softly, staring back at the road ahead of him.

“To my apartment,” he simply answered.

You tried to hide how your eyes widened. He had never brought you to his apartment, and he had never even mentioned it, offered it so the boys could hang out in there. It was his private space, his little secret.

“It’s closer from here,” he said, hearing your silence. “And I can’t wait any longer.”

Of course it was because of that, but still…

“Are you okay with it? If you don’t want to, I can drive us to your apartment...”

“No,” you said, a bit too quickly for your liking. You shook your head as if to emphasize your words. “It’s okay. If you’re okay with it, I am too.”

Jungkook’s apartment – if you could call it that – was nothing like you had imagined it. It was located in the last floor of an old building in the outskirts of the city. It was an open space, kitchen, living room and bedroom in sight as soon as you opened the front door. The walls were made of red bricks, big picture windows covering some of them. It wasn’t anything like you had pictured Jungkook’s place, yet, it screamed him from every corner.

“You like it?” he said, closing the front door.

“Yeah,” you nodded, taking off your shoes as you walked further into the apartment, dark wooden floor cold beneath your feet. “I just… Didn’t imagine it like this.”

“And how did you imagine it?” he hummed, suddenly his arms wrapping around your frame as he rested his chin on your shoulder, placing open mouthed kisses on the skin that wasn’t covered by the dress.

“Hmm…” you mumbled. “Dunno… Smaller? Dirtier? Uglier?”

He laughed and spun you around so you were facing him. He didn’t bother switching the lights on, the moonlight that seeped through the windows being more than enough.

“What?” he asked, arching a brow. “You thought I lived in a sty?”

You laughed too.

“More or less,” you teased, a smirk on your face seeing how his eyes were fixed on your lips.

He took a step closer to you, his body flush against yours.

“More or less…” he repeated, wetting his lips with his tongue. “I see…”

His hands traced your back, playing with the zipper of your dress. He grabbed it, yanking it downwards in one movement.

“Fucking hell, Jungkook,” you growled, hands flying to your back. “If you break it, I swear… It’s Evey’s dress!”

“Oops,” Jungkook smirked. “I think she will have to buy a new one.”

“You broke it?” you squealed, your hands finding the zipper.

In the meantime, Jungkook had been pushing the both of you around his loft. When the back of your knees hit the bed, he stopped.

“Don’t panic,” he laughed. “After all I’m planning on doing to you tonight, Evey won’t want it anymore.”

You glared at him. “What if I tear that turtleneck of yours? Would you like it?”

Jungkook pushed you until you fell on the bed, sitting with him standing in between your legs. You looked up at him.

“I wouldn’t mind it, to be honest, I would love to see you tearing up my clothes.”

“You’re so kinky, Jeon Jungkook,” you laughed. “You know that?”

“I know, but you love it so much,” he whispered, his index finger and thumb caressing your chin.

You bit your lower lip, that back and forth between the two of you being the best foreplay for you.

Your whole body on fire, you placed your hands on his thighs and started tracing them upwards. He placed his hands on your forearms, caressing them as you reached the waistband of his pants.

“You’re kinky too,” he said, breaking the soft silence that had filled the apartment.

You smirked, unbuttoning his pants and dragging the zipper down, trying to remain calm. But you were far from feeling calm, the flames licking inside your body and threatening to burn you alive.

“You try to hide it beneath that good girl façade, but we both know that’s far from the truth,” he kept saying, his hands caressing your arms from the wrist to the shoulder and back to the wrist.

With a hard pull, you dragged his pants down his toned legs until they were pooling around his feet.

You looked upwards, your hands coming up to palm the front of his black boxers.

“I don’t have any good girl façade,” you argued, arching a brow.

“Not so sure about that,” he laughed, his hand now grabbing a strand of your hair and placing it behind your ear. “You act like you’re so demure and shy, and look at you now, sitting in my bed with a torn dress, about to suck my cock.”

You rolled your eyes, circling your hand around his cock with force as if to show him your disagreement with his words.

“Oh,” you said in a low tone, your other hand taking off his boxers. “But being shy and demure has nothing to do with sucking cock, that’s such a fucking sexist stereotype, I was hoping you already knew that by now,” you purred.

That being said, you dragged his boxers all the way down his legs and leaned closer to his member, in full swing right in front of you. He was completely hard, and you smiled, knowing that the back and forth between you both was as pleasing to him as it was to you.

“I’m starting to see,” he smiled, looking down at you.

Your index finger traced the vein that ran down the side of his member, the skin flushed and warm. You unconsciously wetted your lips as your eyes ate in the sight in front of you. It was a sight to admire though, his cock standing upright all ready for you, a complete work of art.

One of his hands came up to your chin and made you lift your head.

“Look at me while you put my cock inside your mouth,” he demanded, in that authoritarian tone of his that never failed to turn you on.

You did as he said and looked up at him with innocent eyes while you slowly encircled his member with your mouth. You didn’t know who had the best view, if him, with you at his mercy, his cock inside your mouth as you battled your eyelashes at him; or you, his chest heaving, bangs falling onto his face as he let his head hung, dark eyes focused on your lips.

Moaning, you forced yourself to take him deeper until you felt him against your palate, the hand that wasn’t caressing one of his thighs, grabbing the base of his cock and pumping it slowly. You were caressing him so much that night, it was as if your body ached when it wasn’t touching his, your fingertips numb when they weren’t caressing his skin.

“That’s it, fuck,” he growled, not tearing his eyes away from yours, and of course, as the “good girl” you were, you didn’t tear your eyes from his either. “Take it, baby, take it all the way down your throat.”

You breathed all the air you could from your nose, the hand that was grabbing his erection pushing it deeper inside your mouth until you could feel it against the back of your throat.

You watched as Jungkook clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, his head snapping backwards until all you could see was his chin. A loud moan filled the apartment, and fuck, you loved how vocal he was.

“Fuccck…”

Your lungs started to ache from the lack of oxygen, and your throat clenched uncomfortably against his girth, making you gag and pull him out of you.

Blinking away the tears, you pumped him, spreading your saliva all over him.

“You’re being so good to me tonight,” you heard him, caressing your scalp and pushing your hair away from your face. “So good…”

You looked up at him, glad that he looked as fucked up as you did. His lower lip was an angry red color, swollen from all the biting he had been doing. He couldn’t get any prettier.

“I’m always good,” you murmured, teasing him like you knew he loved.

Jungkook laughed, one of his hands cupping your cheek and his thumb wiping the tears away.

“Will you keep being a good girl then?” he asked, voice sugary.

You nodded, your hand speeding its movements. He was really turned on, and from the color of his tip and how much precum was leaking from it, you could tell he was close to his release. But Jungkook knew how to control himself, which was a torture to him at the same time.

“Good,” he hummed. “Then, take your hands off my cock, place them on the bed, behind your back.”

You complied, your eyes never leaving his.

“That’s it, no touching,” he demanded. “Now open your mouth and let me fuck your throat.”

You parted your lips, tongue out for him to place his cock on it.

He grabbed his erection by the base, whacking your tongue with it repeatedly. In between wet sounds and his soft moans, you could hear the wind blowing outside and some soft music sounding in the distance.

Without warning, his soft movements turned into rough ones and he grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head backwards and slamming his cock inside your mouth with force. You suppressed a gag, closing your eyes to relax yourself a bit.

You felt a slap on one of your cheeks, and then, a hand grabbing both of your cheeks with strength.

“What did I say about looking at me while I put my cock inside your mouth?” Jungkook growled, shaking your head until you were looking back at him.

Your eyes were teary when you opened them, and your vision blurry.

He wiped away the tears with his free hand.

“Keep your eyes open,” he demanded, letting go off your face to grab your hair once again.

You tried to adjust to him in the meantime, taking a deep breath and filling your lungs.

His cock pumped in and out of your mouth at an animalist pace, and you knew that if he kept going at it like that, he would be cumming inside your mouth in less than a minute.

You let him do as he pleased, trusting him with all your soul.

He felt you relaxing around him and took that as an opportunity to slam into you until your nose was almost touching his lower abdomen. He obliged you to stay like that for some seconds, until you couldn’t take it anymore and gagged, your hands flying to his thighs to pull yourself away from him.

You gasped for air and coughed once his cock was out of your mouth, a stripe of saliva joining your lower lip and his tip.

“Are you okay?” he asked, staring down at you, his hand letting go off your hair and caressing the back of your head.

With your hands still placed on his thighs, you nodded.

You looked up and nodded once more, to reassure him. You could feel your panties sticking to your skin from how turned on you were.

“You’re being so good to me, so good,” he reassured you, slapping your cheeks softly a few times. “So, so good.”

With his other hand, he started pumping himself again, his cock coated in your saliva.

The look on his eyes was one of pure adoration, the entire Milky Way locked in his eyes as he stared down at you. You wondered if your eyes looked as shiny as his, or if it was just your imagination and the reflection of the moonlight all over him.

He grabbed your head once again and you immediately opened your mouth, letting him put his girth inside your mouth once again. Your hands stayed glued to his thighs, feeling how they clenched and unclenched with each thrust.

He was starting to sweat, his bangs damp and darker as they stuck to his forehead.

As he stayed unmoving inside your mouth, you taking deep breaths not to gag again, you clenched your throat around him.

As if you had burnt him, he pulled away from you and grabbed his cock, keeping a tight grip around the base.

“Fuck, that nearly made me cum,” he panted.

You laughed, and your body moved on its own when you leaned closer to him and started peppering kisses all over his abdomen and hip bones. They were tender and soft, so soft he could barely feel them, except for the tingly sensation they left on his skin.

You blamed it all on the alcohol, but you knew you hadn’t drunk enough to put the blame on anything that wasn’t you that night.  

Just like you had hoped he didn’t notice your caresses, you hoped he didn’t pay attention to your kisses. That night, your brain wasn’t controlling your body.

As Jungkook regained his breath and composure, you stood up and pushed him a bit backwards.

Jungkook placed his head on your shoulder, gasping. His hands grabbed your hips and pressed your body closer to his.

No words were exchanged, just you and him, breathing.

He took off your dress and threw it across the room, mumbling something about loving it when you didn’t wear a bra underneath your clothes.

“I hope Evey won’t miss it too much,” you laughed, letting him push you backwards and throw you on the bed.

You dragged yourself further into the bed until your head was resting on the pile of cushions that adorned it.

With want, you watched how Jungkook took his sweater off, standing naked in all his glory at the feet of the bed.

He crawled on the bed and went straight for your panties, rubbing his nose against their front.

“Are you wet?” he asked you, arching a brow as he looked up at you.

He had done the same thing a hundredth times, yet, his intense gaze and lustful expression always made you feel as if it was the first. The first time he was seeing your body, touching and tasting it.

“Yeah,” you breathed, your hands pushing back his wet bangs.

He smirked and hummed as he pushed your panties aside. The first swipe of his tongue over your folds, sent a shiver down your spine, your back arching.

“Hmm… You are really wet,” he hummed, blowing hot air over your delicate skin. He then lifted his eyes and stared at you. “Does sucking my cock turn you on that much?”

You couldn’t help but moan. You were rather shy when it came to telling how you felt during sex, but the words just slipped out of your mouth like dripping water.

“Yeah, it does…” you mumbled.

Jungkook growled and brought his face closer to you until his nose was caressing your pubic bone.

Holding the inside of your thighs so you wouldn’t close your legs, he started licking at your folds once again, paying special attention to your clit. His hums could be felt, reverberating across your skin.

You kept your eyes closed, feeling as if you were floating above the clouds, your body light and your heart so heavy it could bring you back to earth. You knew it was a dangerous feeling, but you pushed it aside as Jungkook’s tongue swirled around your entrance.

Your hands still locked on his hair, you brushed it with your fingertips. With your other arm, you propped yourself up on one elbow and watched him with hooded eyes. Your moans were becoming louder, and keeping your legs apart was being really difficult.

“Are you going to cum?” Jungkook asked, his voice muffled.

You bit your lower lip, your eyes finding his in the dim light of the room.

You just nodded, afraid that you would scream if you opened your mouth.

Jungkook brought one of his hands under his body, searching for his still erect cock and pumping it rapidly.

The sight was one you wanted to capture and keep it forever with you, so erotic and beautiful.

“J… Jungkook,” your voice trembled, and you didn’t have enough strength to hold yourself up anymore, so you let yourself fall limply onto the bed.

It was as if time stilled and blood stopped running through your veins when Jungkook pulled away from you as you were about to reach your high.

“What the f – “ you began.

But Jungkook was already crawling over you, rolling a condom on as he did so. He placed both of his hands on your hips and spun you around until you were lying on your stomach, your head almost bumping against the headboard had it not been for your left hand, that cushioned the impact.

He was caging you in with both of his thighs, not letting you part your legs.

“Shh…” he whispered in your ear. “Now you’re wet enough.”

You rolled your eyes, even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

Hoisting himself on the headboard with one hand, and the other grabbing your waist, keeping you pressed against the bed, he thrusted you in one harsh movement. He was caging you in with both of his thighs

You clenched your teeth and closed your eyes, your hand slowly slipping from the headboard as you placed your forehead against it.

Jungkook started to move without waiting for you to adjust to him.

You started gasping for air at his animalistic pace, your body sliding upwards on the bed with each thrust, your upper body nearly flush against the headboard.

You could hear the sounds of Jungkook’s skin slapping against your ass cheeks, the sounds of the headboard colliding against the brick wall behind it, his low growls and your gasps.

Jungkook’s hand started molding your ass cheeks, parting them so he could see how easily he slid in and out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled in between thrusts. “And I love how your ass look from this position. I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now. Fuck, baby…”

He pressed his forehead against the back of your neck, slowly kissing your spine. You could feel his sweat dripping on your skin.

“Hmpf,” you mumbled, hiding your face in the pillows and holding tightly onto them.

In that position, you could feel him stretching you out like he had never done. You couldn’t get enough of him, and you were starting to accept the fact that you never would.

Your moans encouraged him, to go even faster and harder, until it came to a point where all you wanted to do was scream. Knuckles turning white from the strength with which you were grabbing the pillows, your first orgasm reached you, so sudden and strong, it felt like a tsunami.

Your walls clenched around Jungkook, letting him know you had reached your climax, your back arching before going completely rigid, the rest of your body limp.

Jungkook kept fucking you, in and out, quick and slow, hard and brutal.

When he saw you weren’t saying anything, he leaned closer to your ear, all his weight resting on you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You didn’t even have enough strength to nod with your head.

Jungkook pulled out of you and grabbed your neck, forcing you to lift your upper body.

“Answer me,” he demanded, face searching yours.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, his hand holding your neck tightly.

“Y… yeah, I’m… I’m fine,” you stuttered, unable to breathe properly.

Jungkook spanked both of your ass cheeks before letting go of your neck and wrapping his hand around your chin and jaw instead. He stuffed his thumb in your mouth, and you sucked it willingly.

“You sure? Can you take it?”

You nodded once again, scraping the skin of his finger with your teeth.

Jungkook cursed under his breath and pushed himself away from you.

In a quick movement, he had you on your back once again, body hovering over yours.

Your sweaty face and reddened cheeks in full display for him. You bit your lip while his eyes scanned your entire face, drinking in the sight of you and engraving it in his memory.

He pushed himself inside you once again, your warm walls welcoming him as you flinched a bit at the feeling of being full once again.

He grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them over your head. He held them in place with one hand, the other travelling down to grab your bouncing breasts, to scrape the skin of your abdomen slowly, to caress your arms or press against your neck.

He was near, you could feel him.

He let his body fall onto yours, his chest flush against yours as he let go of your hands and you brought them to his back, tracing ever muscle and curve of it.

“I’m not gonna last…” he whispered, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

“Me neither,” you mumbled, feeling a second orgasm approaching.

He lifted his face and smirked at you.

“Am I that good that I can make you cum twice?” he asked, arching a brow.

You let out a breathy laugh, staring at him.

“You shouldn’t be so full of yourself, Jeon Jungkook,” you smirked. “I said I wasn’t going to last long, not that –“

He gave a specific deep thrust, the tip of his cock brushing against your most sensitive spot, and causing you to shut up immediately.

“Hmpf…” you said through clenched teeth. “Fuck, I’m…”

“What did you say about –?”

It was his turn to shut up abruptly when you started cumming around him, your walls clenching spasmodically. Your back arched until your breasts were pressed against his pectorals, and you grabbed his biceps with strength.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “I wanna cum all over you.”

“Cum all over me, Jungkook,” you said, still in your peak.

You propped your head up on the cushions as you felt him pulling out of you, your core aching from the sudden emptiness.

Jungkook sat on the back of his legs, taking the condom off in a rush with one hand as he started pumping himself with the other.

You stared at him as he clenched his jaw and let himself go, his cum landing on your abdomen and chest on white spurts of semen. You reached out to touch his abdomen, clenching and unclenching underneath your fingers as he came.

Once he had started to calm down, he rolled on the other side of the bed, landing on his back right next to you.

You both stayed like that, the apartment suddenly overcome with a thick silence, only interrupted by your erratic breaths. You watched the shadows the moon casted inside the apartment. They looked like the shadows of your room, but somehow bigger and darker.

“Fuck,” Jungkook said after a long pause. “That was…”

“Wild?” you asked, looking at him with a smirk on your face.

You could see the defined curve of his nose as he stared at the ceiling.

“Insane, fucking insane,” he agreed, turning his head to stare back at you. “What the fuck has gotten into us?”

You shrugged, brushing away your hair from your face.

“Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year for a reason,” you joked.

“Right,” Jungkook laughed, standing up from the bed.

As he walked around the apartment, naked, your eyes couldn’t stay away from his form. He disappeared behind a glass wall. It was opaque, so you could see nothing through it.

He returned with a towel. He passed it to you and you cleaned yourself up.

He looked at you as you cleaned yourself.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight?” he asked, his eyes never leaving you.

You tried to act as if you were unaffected by his offer. It was not the first time you slept together, but it was the first time it felt different. It was the first time he asked you.

“I don’t feel like dressing myself once again and driving you home, what do you think?” he quickly explained himself after hearing no answer from you. 

You shrugged, standing up and handing him the towel back, grabbing your panties from the floor.

Nearly half an hour and ten silly jokes later, you found yourself lying on your side on Jungkook’s bedroom, looking at his back as he slept facing away from you. You were in too deep for you to keep denying it, and you only had two options. You either faced the music, or you stayed away from him.

. . .

“Yeah, who’s it?” you heard Evey’s voice say before she could fully open the door to her apartment.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted when she saw you standing on her doorstep, hair a complete mess because you had no hair ties with you and you had no way to hide it with a bun. You were still wearing the pair of heels you had worn the previous night, that paired with a baggy hoodie and some grey sweatpants made you look like JLo in Jenny from the block.

Let’s sum it up: you looked like shit – a total insult to JLo, who still rocked those outfits in Jenny from the block.

“What are you doing here? And…” she paused, looking you up and down as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “And what the fuck are you wearing?”

Pressing the glittery dress you had been holding in your hands on her chest, you strolled past her and walked into her apartment.

“The zipper’s broken,” you said, taking those horrible high heels off. “I’ll pay you for it… Or I’ll buy you another dress, whatever you want… Maybe I would throw it away if I were you.”

Evey stood on the doorsill with her mouth opening and closing every now and then, not knowing what to do and still hungover from the previous night.

Finally, she shut the door and walked towards you, a look of pure confusion on her face.

“Care to explain what’s going on?” Evey said, head peeking through the back of the couch in which you were lying looking at the ceiling. “I barely woke up five minutes, my mind’s too slow and hungover now to explain anything.”

“Is Taehyung home?” you asked.

“No, he went back to his apartment last night. He had some things to do,” Evey explained. “Anyway, don’t beat around the bush. What’s going on? Why are you dressed like… Like that? Where the fuck did you go last night? I went crazy searching for you and you weren’t answering my calls! And what the fuck happened to my dress?!”

You closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

“Jungkook broke it,” you sighed.

“Jungkook?” Evey asked, even more confused than before. “Jungkook? What the fuck does Jungkook have to do with my dress?”

You sat yourself up on her couch, opening your eyes and staring at her. You had never looked at anyone so intensely, and that was freaking Evey out.

“What does he…?” Evey kept asking, now more to herself than to you. “Jungkook?” her eyes travelled around the floor of her apartment, and when they stopped and landed back on you, you knew she had joined all the pieces of the puzzle. “Y/N…”

Before she could say anything else, words started dripping from your mouth like water.

“I’ve been sleeping with Jungkook for over a month now and I think I’ve caught feelings for him.”

“Sleeping with him?!” Evey shouted, her eyes wide as saucers, ready to spill from their sockets. “For over a month now?! What the fuck? Y/N!” she glared at you as she screamed your name. “And… Wait, what? You’ve caught feelings for him?!”

You closed your eyes and shook your head.

“I’m sorry for being such a shitty friend and not telling you sooner, I thought that if I kept it a secret it would be easier when it was over, that the group wouldn’t be affected by it and that I… That I wouldn’t get too involved if I treated it as if it was nothing,” you said without even pausing to take a breath. You opened your eyes, stinging a bit from the unshed tears. “But here I am, crying over a boy I should be hating... I’m sorry, I’m so stupid.”

Evey’s face went from confused, to angry, to sad in a couple of seconds, and before your brain could register it, she was launching herself on the couch and caging you in a tight hug.

“No, hun, why are you crying? Don’t cry,” she said as you nuzzled your face in the crook of her neck.

“I’m not crying,” you stubbornly said, your voice muffled by the cozy sweater she was wearing. “I’m just shedding some tears.”

Evey laughed a bit and brought her hands to your back as she started tracing circles over it.

“Well, don’t shed some tears. You’re not stupid, and I’m definitely not mad at you for not telling me that sooner, I was just… A bit shocked, to be honest.”

“I won’t blame you if you’re mad, I’d totally understand it.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that, you know I’m not mad at you…”

He pushed your shoulders until she was staring at your face, ugly tears running down your cheeks.

You sniffled your snot and wiped away the tears from your face. “But… But I always tell you everything, and I’ve been avoiding you lately because if you saw me you would know something weird was going on, and I felt so guilty but… I just couldn’t.”

“Y/N,” Evey called you. “Look at me.”

You did as she said, lifting your gaze so you could look at her.

“I’m not mad at you, you needed your time to tell me, I respect that,” she whispered, helping you in your task of wiping the tears from your face. “You ended up telling me anyway.”

“I guess so…” you shrugged, her words not really making you feel less guilty.

“But I’m still a bit shocked to be honest…” she mumbled. “I mean, I knew Jungkook was after you and that there was an incredibly huge sexual tension between you both, but I thought you’d never give in.”

“Well, I did give in, damn me please! I should have listened to myself and stayed away from that twat!”

Evey’s eyes widened again at your sudden outburst of anger.

“Whoa! He better not have hurt you! Has he done something to you, because I’m gonna kill him if that’s so –“

You interrupted her as she started to get up from the couch in her angry speech.

“Wait no” you cried, surrounding her upper arm with both hands. “He did nothing… That’s the worst part.”

And just like that, you were crying again.

As you cried on her lap for the second time that evening, Evey asked herself if she was still drunk from all that Ukrainian vodka she had drunk the night before, or if it was all real.

When you had calmed a bit, Evey pushed away all the hair that had fallen over your face.

“I… I don’t understand anything, Y/N,” Evey said, shaking her head. “Why are you crying then?”

You lifted yourself up from the couch, shaking your head.

“Because I think I’m in love with Jungkook,” you sniffled.

Evey’s eyes lit up. “What? But being in love isn’t a bad thing at all!”

You shook your head no once again. “No, you don’t understand it. I can’t fall in love with Jungkook, I can’t fall in love with someone like him. I knew this was going to happen, that’s why I didn’t want to sleep with Jungkook in the first place, but then it happened and I just… I couldn’t stop.”

Evey grabbed your wrist and forced you to take a seat on the couch next to her.

“Breathe girl, relax a bit.”

You couldn’t breathe, not when everything was weighing down on you like a ton of rocks over your shoulders. Having told Evey what you were feeling had somehow made you feel more at peace, but it didn’t solve all your problems.

“If you want to, you can explain it all to me, if not, I’ll be here to support you whatever happens.”

You sighed. You were being chaotic and probably, overdramatic.

“The night we all hung out at Taehyung’s apartment and then went to that new club, Jungkook and I… Well, we argued a bit. Nothing new. But suddenly he looked so sexy and I remembered your words about the sexual tension and I… I gave in and I slept with him, and I kept sleeping with him after that. We agreed on being just two people who have sex with each other because they both enjoyed it, and for once in my life I thought that it may work, I mean, how could I fall for someone like Jungkook? But… Here I am, a month and a half later,” you stopped talking to take a deep breath, Evey glancing at the floor. “I know I’ve always said I’m someone who wears their hear on their sleeve, and that I caught feelings to soon… I was just stupid to think it wouldn’t happen with Jungkook. This is all my fault.”

“This is not your fault,” Evey growled, suddenly looking angry as she glanced back at you. “You don’t choose who you love and who you don’t, you simply do, and you should be proud you have such a big  heart.”

You shook your head no. “It’s not that it’s –“

“I know, I know… It’s not that you’re not proud of feeling things for people, it’s just that you’re not proud of feeling things for Jungkook… Have you thought about telling him?”

“And having him reject me?” you exclaimed. “No, thanks.”

“You don’t know if he’ll reject you or not if you don’t try!”

“C’mon Evey, you already know me… I’ve never confessed to anyone because I’m too afraid they’ll reject me. I’d rather keep quiet and distance myself from them.”

“So, why don’t you distance yourself from Jungkook then?”

You bit your lower lip, now averting your eyes from her as you felt your cheeks reddening.

“Because I don’t want to… He… I… I mean…” you shook your head, growling when you couldn’t find the words to express yourself. “I feel so good when I’m with him, not only in a physical way. He’s so funny and… I don’t know if I’m seeing things, but I feel as if he’s much more than he lets on.”

Evey stayed quiet for a bit.

“Jungkook’s always been a quiet kid, ever since I first started seeing Tae and he introduced me to the boys. I mean, he’s not quiet because he never keeps that mouth of his shut, but he never speaks about himself or let people know him. He talks about videogames and fights and girls, but he never talks about himself… The fact that he has let you see him in a way he has never let anyone do… It has to mean something.”

“I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

Evey smiled softly as she looked at you.

“Listen Y/N,” she said, grabbing one of your hands. “You’re one of the strongest and kindest women I know. You act all tough and you use humor as your barrier, but behind all that, there’s a beautiful human being wishing to love and be loved. You deserve all the good things that happen to you. If he’s not able to see that, then he’s blind and stupid and screwed.”

You let a soft laugh escape from your lips.

“If you think keeping it a secret from him it’s what’s best for you, then go ahead and keep doing what you do without telling him how you feel,” she kept talking. “If you can’t keep it from him anymore, then you have two other options, you either avoid him or you tell him.”

You shook your head. “What if he rejects me?”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“I don’t even know what option scares me more anymore…” you sighed.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

You considered yourself to be a very brave person, independent and confident in what you did… So why was Jungkook the exception to all your rules?

“Think about it during winter holidays, okay? Go home and rest with your family, you’ll have his stupid ass once again when you come back.”

You smiled and hugged Evey. What would you have done without her?

“But think about it, okay? Don’t chicken out.”

“I never chicken out!” you protested.

“I know,” she smiled devilishly at you.

[skswriting]

loosen up

Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung Words: 2747 Summary: “Ta-da!” Taehyung exclaims, throwing his arms out and indicating to the kitchen counter, which has plates of… pancake blobs…? “Um…” Jungkook hums, “These look… good?” Taehyung’s arms drop listlessly and states, “You don’t like them.” “No no no!” Jungkook quickly amends, reaching his hands out, “I do like them, I do!  I just… what… are they?” AN: happy valentines day enjoy what started as a pancake date and then quickly transformed lmao ao3

Jungkook wakes up with a startled gasp, a heavy weight settling over his chest and making it hard to breathe.  The weight on him giggles and rolls around, jabbing him in the sides with pointy elbows and effectively waking him up.

“Off,” he wheezes and a whine reaches his ears, “Can’t… breathe… slowly… dying…”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” the voice tuts, before a sloppy kiss lands on his cheek and Jungkook blinks the sleep out of his eyes so Taehyung looks less bleary, “Also happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Jungkook echoes, threading his fingers through Taehyung’s hair so he can pull the latter down into a kiss.

Taehyung smiles as he kisses Jungkook back, settling his weight more evenly on top of the younger boy. Jungkook wraps his other arm around Taehyung’s waist and pushing him over so they’re side by side.  Taehyung laughs into his mouth and Jungkook joins him and they have to stop kissing because they’re not really kissing so much as laughing.

“Anyway get up, I have something to show you,” Taehyung tells him, eyes twinkling.

Jungkook’s interest is piqued, “A Valentine’s gift?  Are you going to give me a lap dance?”

“What?  No.  You know lap dances are for your birthday,” Taehyung frowns, flicking Jungkook’s forehead, “Hurry, get up get up get up!”

Taehyung starts pushing at Jungkook and Jungkook flails, trying to find purchase on the bed except all he grabs is sheets and they go tumbling with him when Taehyung manages to push him off the bed.

“Oof,” Jungkook exhales and Taehyung steps over him. Taehyung stumbles a little when Jungkook grabs at his ankle, but he’s able to easily shake Jungkook off and twirls away.

“Missed me,” Taehyung sing songs and Jungkook smiles lovingly at his husband.  Seven years together and Taehyung is still the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Jungkook purposely takes his time to piss Taehyung off.  He remakes the bed, making sure that the comforter is even on both sides, that the pillows are fluffed up, that the bottom is turned in.  He pulls the curtains back and opens the window, letting a light breeze into their little apartment bedroom.  He stops by the bathroom to pee and is contemplating masturbating, just to take even longer, when an appropriately pissed off Taehyung appears in the doorway, eyebrows furrowed and staring at Jungkook who is staring at his dick currently in his hand.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks, eyeing Jungkook up and down.

“I was thinking about jerkin’ it,” Jungkook shrugs, wagging his dick at Taehyung and making him wrinkle his nose.

“Stop jerkin’ around and come see what I have for you!” Taehyung whines and grabs his arm, trying to tug him out of the bathroom. Jungkook laughs heartily as he tucks himself back into his sleep pants, following Taehyung who leads him to the kitchen.

“Ta-da!” Taehyung exclaims, throwing his arms out and indicating to the kitchen counter, which has plates of… pancake blobs…?

“Um…” Jungkook hums, “These look… good?”

Taehyung’s arms drop listlessly and states, “You don’t like them.”

“No no no!” Jungkook quickly amends, reaching his hands out, “I do like them, I do!  I just… what… are they?”

“They’re supposed to be hearts,” Taehyung frowns, crossing his arms, getting defensive, “I tried so hard, but I knew I shouldn’t have ma-”

“No, no, baby, they’re perfect, I’m sorry, I’m still really tired I couldn’t see very well, they’re fine, they’re perfect.”

Taehyung drops his arms and Jungkook is slowly diffusing the situation, “Get some butter and syrup baby, let’s eat breakfast.”

Taehyung is still pouting slightly as he helps Jungkook set the table and before Taehyung can sit down, Jungkook pulls him into his chest.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to make you upset,” Jungkook murmurs, kneading his fingers into Taehyung’s lower back, “They look delicious, I promise.”

Taehyung melts into Jungkook’s embrace and nuzzles his nose into Jungkook’s neck, making Jungkook squirm slightly from the ticklish sensation.

“It’s okay.  They aren’t the prettiest pancakes are they?” Taehyung laughs and he kisses the underside of Jungkook’s jaw before he pulls away, “Let’s eat before they get cold and get worse.”

They make not look pretty but they taste delicious; Taehyung had tried really hard on them, adding in cinnamon just like Jungkook likes.  A little butter and some syrup and they’re one of the best things Jungkook’s ever eaten, right next to his mom’s jjamppong.

“What’s the plan for the rest of the day?  Don’t you have a shoot today?” Jungkook asks, sopping up some syrup on his last bite of pancake.

“Nope!  The director let me have the whole day off after I started crying about wanting to spend the day with my sweetheart.  That’s you by the way.”

“You cried to get the day off?” Jungkook laughs incredulously, “You are crazy, you know that right?”

“Crazy for you,” Taehyung purrs and Jungkook rolls his eyes as Taehyung reaches across the tablet to lay his hand on Jungkook’s, “Besides, I know you’ve been practicing like crazy for your dance showcase next month, so I figured we could just relax and lounge the day away.”

“I am actually in love with you holy shit,” Jungkook breathes, raising Taehyung’s hand to his so he can flip it over and kiss his palm.

Taehyung brushes his fingers across Jungkook’s cheek before he pulls away to pick up their plates and Jungkook smacks his ass as he walks by.  Taehyung yelps but gives him an amused look over his shoulder.

Hours later they’re curled around each other in bed, the romcom movie Taehyung had serving mainly as background noise as they focus more on placing soft kisses wherever possible and caressing whatever skin they can reach.  Jungkook had discarded his shirt as soon as they had laid down, allowing Taehyung to feel the hard definition of his pecs and stomach and Jungkook is slowly working on getting Taehyung’s off so he can feel skin slide against skin.

“I thought we were going to relax today?” Taehyung laughs breathlessly, as Jungkook pushes his shirt up to his armpits to kiss his chest and work his way down to his stomach.

“You aren’t relaxed baby?” Jungkook asks, glancing up at Taehyung between his eyelashes and reveling in Taehyung’s sharp intake of breath.

“The whole point of this was for you to relax,” Taehyung complains, letting his fingers tangle in Jungkook’s hair and tugging lightly, “Let me take care of you.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow but flattens himself out on the bed beside Taehyung, who waits for him to settle before he’s rolling over on top of him and settling his weight on Jungkook’s lap.  Taehyung squirms a little to get comfortable and Jungkook’s eyes roll into the back of his head as Taehyung grinds on dick.

Then Taehyung is kissing him, soft but insistent as he starts to press into Jungkook’s shoulders, massaging the kinks out.  Jungkook sighs into Taehyung’s mouth as he relaxes back into the bed, going pliant under Taehyung’s touch.

“You’re so tense babe,” Taehyung whispers in the space between them, hunched over Jungkook and looking so beautiful with his kiss swollen lips, “Let me help loosen you up.”

Jungkook closes his eyes as Taehyung kisses his way down his jaw and neck, stopping for a moment to scrape his teeth along Jungkook’s collarbone.  His hands move from massaging his shoulders to pressing firm fingers into his biceps, drawing light moans out of Jungkook from his ministrations. Taehyung starts up a steady motion with his hips, bringing Jungkook’s cock to life who occasionally lifts his own hips to match Taehyung’s pace.  Everything combined has Jungkook reduced to a desperation, moaning mess within minutes.

“Tae, baby, please,” he begs, canting his hips much harder than Taehyung anticipates and almost knocks his head into the backboard of the bed.

Taehyung laughs it off, placing a kiss in the middle of Jungkook’s sternum as he finally pulls Jungkook’s sleep pants and boxers off, eyeing Jungkook’s cock as its freed. Jungkook whines in his throat when he sees Taehyung lick his lips before grasping the base of Jungkook’s dick and giving him a quick jerk.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, squeezing his eyes shut as he fists the bed sheets. 

Taehyung plants a kiss just below Jungkook’s belly button, watching the muscles contract in surprise, before he’s diving under the blankets and obscuring himself from Jungkook’s view.  It brings a sort of heat to Jungkook’s belly, who doesn’t know what Taehyung is going to do next.

His moan is surprised as Taehyung licks a stripe from base to tip, laving at his slit before wrapping his lips around his head.  He rolls his tongue around the head, his fingers fluttering over the rest of Jungkook’s length, before Jungkook lets out an almost shout when Taehyung relaxes and deep-throats him.

“Taehyung,” he gasps, unable to stop himself from thrusting up into the heat of Taehyung’s mouth, who hums and takes it.

Jungkook takes his time fucking Taehyung’s mouth, reaching hands under the covers to fist Taehyung’s hair instead of the sheets, using the leverage to pull out farther and slide back in. The muffled sounds are lewd and Jungkook can only imagine what Taehyung looks like with his lips stretched, eyes possibly watering as he takes in every inch Jungkook gives him.  Jungkook wonders if maybe Taehyung is touching himself or if he’s waiting for Jungkook to do it.

“Shit Tae, your mouth feels so good, I’m going to cum if you keep this up,” he warns, giving Taehyung’s hair an extra hard tug and Taehyung releases him in a mess of spit he can feel running down the juncture of his pelvis and thigh.

Taehyung pops his head out from under the blankets and Jungkook’s met with an eyeful: his hair is messy and static ridden between his fingers, lips swollen and parted as he pants, eyes wild and alert.

“C’mere,” Jungkook tells him, leading Taehyung up to kiss him, sitting up as Taehyung finally takes his shirt off before he resettles in Jungkook’s lap, “You were so good baby, let me touch you.”

Taehyung keens into his mouth as Jungkook reaches into his boxers and wraps a hand around him, palm warm and firm as he gives a few tugs.  Taehyung rocks into his hand, one of his hands twisted into the locks of Jungkook’s hair and the other gripping the back of his neck tight.

“Do you wanna ride me sweetheart?” Jungkook asks, voice pitched low as Taehyung falls apart on top of him, “Wanna fuck yourself on my fingers and then fuck yourself on my cock?”

“God yes,” Taehyung sounds absolutely wrecked and Jungkook reaches over to the bedside table where they keep the lube as Taehyung finally sheds the last article of his clothing.

Taehyung shivers at the sound of the cap popping, attaching his mouth to Jungkook’s neck when he feels Jungkook run his lubed fingers over his hole.  The first finger goes in easy, Taehyung only making a small sound of discomfort.

“Cold,” he mumbles into Jungkook’s neck, pushing back on the finger and Jungkook chuckles.

“Sorry baby, it’ll warm up,” he reassures, kissing Taehyung’s ear as he starts moving his finger a little, twisting and turning and trying to get Taehyung to loosen up.

The second finger is easy too, Taehyung only whining a little into Jungkook’s neck but still rocking back into his hand, eyes closed in bliss.  Jungkook kisses him as he smooths his other hand down Taehyung’s spine before grabbing at his hip.

“This is going to be uncomfortable,” Jungkook tells him, scissoring his fingers to try and loosen Taehyung up a little.

“It’s okay; I’m a big boy, I can handle it,” Taehyung responds, leaning back to kiss Jungkook’s nose and Jungkook’s heart gives a little squeeze.

“I know you can,” Jungkook affirms, before he’s pushing the third finger in slowly.

Taehyung exhales, trying to relax as much as possible to make the intrusion a little easier and Jungkook makes low, appraising remarks, kissing whatever inch of skin he can as he thrusts shallowly, rubbing at Taehyung’s walls.

“You’re so good sweetheart,” Jungkook praises, kissing at the little mole Taehyung has on his collarbone, “Look how well you’re taking my fingers, I can’t wait to see how well you take my cock.”

Taehyung whines and wiggles in Jungkook’s lap, “Feels so good Kookie, can’t wait to feel you.”

Jungkook groans, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Taehyung chuckles, a sound that gets caught in his throat when Jungkook thrusts deeper, his fingers just brushing against his prostate.

“Enough, please, let me ride you,” Taehyung begs and Jungkook can’t lube his dick up fast enough.

“Go slow baby,” Jungkook advises, but he can’t deny the rush of excitement he feels when he holds his cock steady by the base as Taehyung situates himself before lowering.

It takes a little to get past the initial ring of muscle and then Taehyung is sliding down, their mouths falling open in tandem as Jungkook bottoms out, Taehyung’s ass resting fully against Jungkook’s thighs.

Taehyung is panting and the bead of sweat that has been hanging on his jaw finally drips onto his collarbone and Jungkook is quick to lap it up.  Jungkook doesn’t make Taehyung, just holds him close enough that their chests are pressed together and he can feel the rapid beating of Taehyung’s heart.  He knows his own can’t be fairing any better.

Taehyung lifts his hips a little and Jungkook takes a deep breath at the feeling, letting Taehyung set the pace and shallowly thrusting up.

“Ah, Kook, a-ah,” Taehyung moans, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck and pressing his mouth to Jungkook’s, though they end up breathing more into each other’s mouths rather than actually kissing.

Jungkook enjoys the smooth slide in and out of Taehyung, leaning back on his elbows to watch Taehyung work himself on his cock.  Taehyung has to place his hands on Jungkook’s chest to keep his balance, his eyes closed like the most natural place for Taehyung is in Jungkook’s lap, riding his dick. Taehyung is definitely a natural, angling his hips so Jungkook slides in at a different, better angle that has the both of them moaning.

It’s a slow buildup, his orgasm, a light fire in his stomach that spreads until it consumes him, until it has his arms shaking and laying back on the bed, raising his hips to meet Taehyung’s downward thrust.  His toes curl and his thighs quake as Taehyung slams down onto him, apparently recognizing the tell-tale signs of his approaching orgasm.

“God you’re so beautiful Kook, fuck, look at you, you feel-”

Jungkook isn’t sure if he blacks out for a second as his orgasm bursts forward, throwing his head back and grabbing at Taehyung’s hips hard enough that he’s sure he’s going to leave bruises, making Taehyung grind his hips down as Jungkook grinds his up. Taehyung whines above him and Jungkook isn’t sure what he does, but a few moments later he feels Taehyung’s cum land on his lower stomach in a hot, sticky puddle.

Jungkook pants as he opens his eyes to see Taehyung bent forward, one hand wrapped loosely around his cock and the other curled up near Jungkook’s hip.  His eyes are closed and his bangs are sticking to his forehead, his mouth open as he tries to get as much oxygen as possible.

Jungkook smiles as he reaches a shaky hand up to brush it through Taehyung’s hair, pushing it back so he can see those beautiful, beautiful eyes.

“That was-” Jungkook starts.

“-amazing,” Taehyung finishes, grinning back, bringing up the boxers he had been wearing earlier to clean at the mess on Jungkook’s stomach.

Jungkook laughs, a little wheeze that takes too much effort and he helps Taehyung lay down on the bed before he can flop down and crash face first into his pillow.

“Feeling loosened up?” Taehyung asks cheekily, face flushed and eyes droopy.

“If anyone should be feeling loose it should be you,” Jungkook teases, reaching a hand down to pinch one of Taehyung’s ass cheeks.

Taehyung jerks away from him but then giggles as he shakes his ass, curling a hand around Jungkook’s neck to pull him down into a kiss that even seven years later still takes his breath away.

“Happy Valentine’s Day love.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart.”

[vanaera]

Petals in Envelopes

25. Things you said in writing

Synopsis | Misunderstandings happen when Jungkook expresses himself aloud so instead, he opts for writing, the medium that you know best, even if he has to hide under a different identity. (Or this is where you start to receive love letters from The Little Prince).

Genre | Tooth-aching flufffff I'm not even joking, oh and an attempt to humor because I’m suffering and I wanna laugh

Wordcount | 3,333 (I did not intend this but WOW)

Read more of football!jk drabbles in The Prince and His Rose

           If Jungkook would compare his locker to yours, there is always one single thing that sticks out like a sore thumb and it has always been there since kinder – the obnoxious, cheesy, overrated, sickening love letters.

           When you were in kinder, you always asked yourself how does your bestfriend always receives letters any time of the day when he’s always been nothing but an annoying “buttface.” Jungkook would watch you pout at the emptiness of your locker just to have the chance to poke your side and tell you to stop frowning because your ugliness will only drive more boys away. Of course you’re not one to be challenged so you chased him away with a shoe in your hand that almost whacked him out when you threw it his way. To sum up that fateful event, Jungkook realized the locker topic is not one to be brought up ever again. Anyway, that day didn’t stop you from mulling the thought over and over again. The frequency of the arrival of pink letters only increased as you two grew up to the point that Jungkook’s locker in high school is always expected to burst with the annoying pinkness every Valentine’s Day. Even when you reached college, the letters still came, though it wasn’t as intense as the previous years, but nevertheless, they are still there.

           You’re not jealous–okay when you were a chaotic five year old, of course you are–because it’s nice that your bestfriend gets some admiration here and there that unfortunately just makes his ego, that is already larger than his head, only grow. What only frustrates you is–why the hell does everyone seem to admire him and not you?! You’re much attractive than your dumbface of a bestfriend!

           “It’s because the Jeon Effect is irresistable!” Jungkook declares which only earned him a playful slap on the shoulder. He decides he’ll forgive you for that as consequence for always messing up your hair when you meet.

           In his defense, Jungkook admits that he’s really irresistible. What great ego he has, right? But anyway, most of the reason why there are zero letters in your locker centers around him and him only and yep, you’re not supposed to know that because you’re gonna beat him up when you finally learned the truth.

           You see, Jeon Jungkook always has a problem when it comes to you.

          You always had this effect that makes people gravitate around you and as his bestfriend, he doesn’t want to feel left out. It’s selfish he knows but what can you do when you’re five and another guy or girl kept hogging your attention to tell them stories, leaving him less time with you than the usual? Shouldn’t he be given more attention and more exposure to your storytelling as privilege of being your bestfriend? The answer is “yes, he should be” and he kept that mentality through high school and now, in college. He always drives off the boys that just so much attempt to slip in the damned pink envelope in the crevice of your locker and he keeps you away from those who are adamant to have you for themselves. He knows it sounds kinda paranoid but for him, it’s his form of his expression of affection, and well protection as evidenced by the Lee Taeyong Incident that will not be brought up now. Some other day will do, okay, just not now. He wants to indulge in the fluffiness of his stupidity for today.

           Anyway, Jungkook’s expression of affection, as introduced above, is quite peculiar. Soft sentiments are a luxury Jungkook can't easily afford for everybody, except for his family, close friends, and yeah, especially you. In a sidenote, that practically sounds like everyone but Jungkook swears it isn’t. Going back, Jungkook’s expressions of endearment for his family and friends ranges from bear hugs, bro hugs, fist bumps, and sometimes playful whacking of necks but when it comes to you, he doesn’t know why the hell he seems to be a new person. For Jungkook doesn’t spew intended mean comments at anyone but everytime he opens his mouth in front of you, Jungkook's supposed-to-be compliments turns to insults or…unusual nonsense he cannot even understand. And most of these instances involve his admiration for the little things in you.

           Your usual petty arguments most of the time revolves around his fondness for your (a bit) small, terribly cute height. He loves how your height contrasts against his in an endearing way that makes him look–actually he is someone you can (literally and figuratively) look up to and depend on. He loves how your head falls against his shoulders when you sit side by side in a perfect puzzle fit that makes him feel he's the only piece out there that can complement you. He just loves you and your height, okay.

           And all he could muster to say almost everyday was, "Your short legs are cute."

           The smile on your face when you met him falls into a frown. "Great way to say 'Good morning, Y/N', Jeon. I already know my legs are short, you don't have to inform me again and again."

           "But- But I said they're cute!" Jungkook tries to explain but you already walked far from him and towards your first class.

           "It's a compensation for your remark!"

           After agonizing over the fact he hadn’t received his morning hug from his bestfriend, he has to endure seeing you ignore him for a half a day for unknowingly ruining your morning, which to be honest, always starts out unfortunate. Anyway, after a class and two, you happily bounced to him and demanded him to treat you as an apology. It's always your go-to tactic when he upset you since you're in kinder – the feet apart, hands on your waist pose, a.k.a. the power stance, and the "you have to treat me as your 'sorry'" is all too familiar. He’s never run so fast in his life just to buy you that carbonara in Mark’s that you always crave. And oh, he also buys you a rose from the nearby flower shop. The color of his face competes the redness of the pimple that erupted like a volcano on the corner of his hairline, which he sure as hell covered with his fringe to keep it away from your sight that may or may not weaken the Jeon Effect, when he gave the flower to you. It wasn’t the first time he gave you a flower but the effect of the first time still remains. The songs in his chest goes on and on through day and night and they only increased in tempo when he finds out the next day that you already pressed the petals of the flower in your notebook, the one filled with your poems and proses, so as to keep the rose permanent.

           “So as to remind you that would be the last time you will insult my legs!” you huff.

           Well, Jungkook can’t promise he would actually stop. He loves your height too much.

           Aside from your height, another thing Jungkook finds very, very weakening to his heart is your utter clumsiness. Your entrance in rooms or anywhere when he meets you is punctuated with you tripping on your own foot, or a tornado of papers falling from your clutches, and if not papers, then books or the tray from the cafeteria which is very much more alarming. No wonder everytime he sees you, he feels his heart shaking - from anticipation or worry, he doesn't know. He just muddles it up together as fondness for you, his small, chaotic bean. And he wants to be the reason why you will blush or why your heart will skip a beat but the circumstances just has to topple over the proportion.

           One day when it's your turn to bring the tray containing your foods to your table, Jungkook speaks out his mind. "I don't know why I always have to watch for my heart when I'm with you."

           You face him, brows almost bunched together. "Why? Am I bad enough to cause you heart attacks now?"

           Yeah, heart attacks from your cuteness. "No but you will because you're gonna trip on yourself-" and you do. Luckily, Jungkook has his hand on your arm and the other on your tray before anything spills or gets wasted on the grimy floor. The momentum has your back pressed close to his chest, too close for his heart. Your natural scent fills his senses and Jungkook thinks he may die too early for his age. You were supposed to feel the overwhelming cardiovascular palpitations from this very cliché romantic move in movies, not him-Oh my fucking god, she will hear my fucking heartbeat-

           "Thanks, Kook,” you said as Jungkook helps you regain your balance, hands on your shoulders to keep you steady.

           Jungkook breathes out, "You're welcome" and composes himself. The beating of his heart has still not stabilized so he immediately does his go-to mechanism: be the cool dude. Jungkook wills himself to try the eyecandy move and smirks. "I hate to say I told you so but I will still do so. You should just leave the tray business to me."

           You glanced at him, placing your tray on the table. His effort – The Smirk™ unnoticed. "But I don't want to look like I can't do this simple stuff without you.

           Jungkook decides to rest his case. The Jeon Effect is not working so he’ll go back to his usual self. Settling on his seat, he tells you, "I know you can. I just insist because I want to. Otherwise I would just leave it to you - like our pair project that I'm too lazy to do."

           Your forehead furrows in worry. "Hey, you're not going do that are you? Don't you-"

           Jungkook laughs. Of course he can't let you do a two-people-project on your own like the past people who did just because "you're a writer, you can do this stuff easily." Anyway, he just shrugs, a smug smirk on his face that irritates the hell out of you. "I'll think about it."

           "HEY!"

           Ah, you're just too cute for his poor heart.

           And there's a whole lot of things that he loves about you, like your fascination for fashion, how your eyes sparkle - really sparkle when you talk about writing, how you hold up yourself to everyone and be intimidating like the badass that you are. Honestly, you possess million things he adores to every bit and Jungkook thinks he has to spend a lifetime to tell everything about you that he loves and learned to love.

           Going back to his main dilemma: So far, everything is good - pining for you, impressing you, earning attractive points when he attempts to be "eyecandy" again, except for one (excluding the unforeseen obstacles like Kim Jongin sneaking behind his back to get to you because that is a separate problem Jungkook will have to deal with in another day). Yes, he's courting you, but he can't make you feel like he's actually doing so because, quoted from his friends, "his mouth always has to fail him." And this could be illustrated in numerous instances.

            Your have such a nice smile. "You have nice teeth.”

           You give him an incredulous look. "Thanks?”

            You styled your hair so pretty today, I wanna touch it. "Nice hair! Lemme touch," Jungkook pats the curls you did and you swat his hands in annoyance.

           "Jungkook, stop messing my hair!"

            You really look good today, ethereally good everyday. "Wow! You look nice today!"

           "Just today?"

           Jungkook scrunches his nose. Why are you asking? You do look good today. "Yeah."

           You only scowled at him. "I hate you."

             "Why can't you just say nice words to her that will make her heart go doki doki?" Taehyung asked one Friday during their practice.

           "I've said nice words!" Jungkook pants in between intakes of air, still breathless from their play. "And okay, I'll appreciate your attempt for kawaii eventhough you're being far from cute."

           "Hey!" Taehyung claps his back and Jungkook snorts. "As I was saying," Taehyung hands Jungkook a water bottle, "You've always been romantic. You're even clingy to us!"

           "I am not! I-"

           "Then what do you call that day when you thought Namjoon was going to accept the overseas scholarship, and you bawled your eyes out like your parents are putting you up for adoption."

           "That's -"

           "Or that day when Yoongi went out to get lamb skewers alone and you practically hogged him when he went back to our hangout place and you're like,” Taehyung makes crying poses, “'never leave me alone again, hyung.'”

           Jungkook runs his hand over his face. "Oh my god, that was only one time!"

           "Anyway, that's not the point," Taehyung looks at him, serious now. "You always fuss when Y/N is not by your side, act like the drama queen that you are, or tell us countless of times how 'Y/N is so amazing,' 'Y/N is so hot'-"

           "I'm not like that!"

           "Same context, though, Jeon," Taehyung giggles before finally drinking his water. After wiping his lips, he continues on. "Why be affectionate behind her back and act like a dumb, annoying jerk when she's in front of you?"

           Jungkook freezes. "I act like- like a jerk in front of her?"

           "A dumb jerk," Taehyung emphasizes, "You're not rude okay. You just say dumb things that make you look like a jerk."

           "I don't get you."

           "Don't worry, I also don't get myself." Jungkook scrunches his face at this and Taehyung breaks into a fit of giggles. "Jokes aside, you're being a jerk because you make mindless comments that make her feel bad or confused."

           Jungkook looks down, biting his lip. It's true though. His attempts of romance only make you frustrated or bewildered. Not once has he made you blush. Not once has the Jeon Effect been actually effective on you. You only laugh at his silliness but it's not something he can regard as his special effect on you when you easily just laugh...at everything. You already break out into snickers just by the sight of his face.

           Jungkook sighs and shakes his head. "Honestly, I don't know what to do, hyung. You said that I should try to compliment her smile and I did. I noticed the details she put on her hair and I said them aloud. I complimented how she looks that day and I really worked on the courage to say it. But everything always has to go down the drain. I can't voice them out the way I want them to be and I feel bad I'm making her feel like this."

           "Of course she'll react that way. It's not everyday that someone repeatedly informs you your legs are short or that your teeth is nice." Jungkook's glare makes Taehyung chuckle and finally think of something sensible to say. "For the record, I'll give you full points for determination and effort.” Taehyung pauses, enjoying the sight of a very lost Jungkook. And then a light bulb suddenly goes off in his mind and Taehyung’s smile widen. “If you can't voice out your feelings, have you ever thought of an alternate medium? Do you really need to say them aloud?”

           That's when a similar light bulb goes off in Jungkook's head. "Oh man holy shit, hyung."

           Taehyung smirks and drinks from his bottle, his other hand reaching for a fist bump to which Jungkook reciprocated, smiling. "How come I've never thought of that?"

           “It’s because you’re dumb.”

           “I hate you. Okay, I’m not gonna hit you as a sign of gratitude for the one sensible idea you have ever given to me.”

             Jungkook has thought of a perfect plan and approximately just two days later ("That fast?" "Yes, hyung, that fast. It's the Jeon Effect."), he sees his plan come into reality the moment you open your locker.

           "Eh, what is this?" you grab the lone pink envelope laying flat on top of your books. You don't remember having any stationary that matched the pink paper and the small golden? (It’s yellow with glitters so it’s golden according to Jungkook) crown drawn on the bottom left. How did it end up here? Quickly, you turned around and flashed the strange object to your bestfriend."Jungkook, look what I found."

             Jungkook's eyes widen, his lips splitting into a grin. "Oh my god,Y/N, you got a love letter! For the first time in forever!"

             "Love letter?" You frown.

             "Of course, Y/N! It's pink and it's in your locker, of course it's a love letter!" You look at him funny before deciding that yeah, maybe, this is a love letter. Jungkook received tons of them in high school, and actually until now, and given with his experience, maybe he's right. But you still won't know until you see it. Excitement bubbling in your chest, you set down your bag on the floor and hurriedly took off the heart-shaped pink tape that secured the flap of the envelope.

      "Wow, finally someone started to get attracted to you! It's about time you start considering not to become an eternal maiden, Y/N!" You could hear Jungkook tease you behind your back but your mind was too focused on opening this hell of an envelope. The moment you finally opened it, a small piece of a vintage-looking stationary paper is folded inside and your hand carefully pulled it out. You spread it open, your eyes drinking in every detail like a map that would lead you to a hidden treasure. The margins of the paper contain seemingly hand-drawn planets and one single rose, but apart from the wonderful illustrations your eyes cannot tear itself away from the handwritten letters penned as if to make it an entire art itself.

 " Dear princess,

I know you may be wondering who I am but for the mean time, let me just be the prince who loves you from afar. Sorry this might have come too sudden, but please let me admire you from a distance until the day I finally have courage to reveal myself. This is in no way how princes write letters so to compensate for my lacking skills, I will try to be more romantic:

The roses will be in a losing battle trying to rival your beauty and comparing you to an ephemeral entity seems pointless when I could spend the rest of my days dreaming about an eternity with you. Nevertheless, I just wish for you to know how wonderfully beautiful you are in every possible way.

 This may be cringey but I hope I made your day a little bit better.

 Your admirer from a faraway land,

The Little Prince."

            "So, what did it say?" Jungkook asks, grinning at the way you seem to not hear a word he's saying, too focused on the love letter, too focused on his words. The sight of your blooming grin makes the birds in his chest flutter. He's finally done it right! The Jeon Effect is working -though not directly – it’s fucking working and that's all enough to appease his poor love-sick heart.

           The glow you suddenly had makes Jungkook weak in the knees and when you finally tore your eyes away from the letter, Jungkook knows he's done for.

           "Oh man holy shit! Jungkook I finally have an admirer!"

           Jungkook smiles, leaning on your locker to watch you do a little twirl and giggle, letter clutched by small hands, pressed close to your chest.

           I'll always be your admirer and it will only be about time until I have the courage to finally say it right.

 Y/N, you're pretty. "Y/N, you look hot."

"What the fuck, Jungkook?"

"Sorry, I–my brain is malfunctioning."

"O...kay?"

"Damn it, why can't I say it right?"

"What do you mean?"

"U-uh- nothing."

"...Are you sure you're okay?"

I actually don't know. "Yes!"

 A/N | Hi anon, I hope you enjoy this! I was already writing this when your request came and the coincidence is amazing!

On a sidenote, I’m editing through the fics I made for the requests so be prepared for the onslaught of my replies and keep sending me requests for Things you said and Songs to Read Playlist!

And also, talk to me, hons! Hit me up with a message! That would be greatly appreciated! :D I hope you have a great day/night and thank you for all the love you have showered me :*)

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🍦 Limerence      ╰ sm au in which Taehyung helps set Y/N up with Jungkook before he falls for another girl. But, of course, things never go as plan, do they?

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BTS reaction to you giving them the pregnancy announcement as a present

Anon said:  Hiiiii!! So I saw that Christmas request are open and I have like really bad baby fever so I was wondering if you could do a bts reaction to you giving them the pregnancy announcement as a present

- Hiiii! I hopee you enjooy ^^

Jungkook: *can’t even how happy he is + gif*

Jimin: *look at you in suprise* “Oh my Goood” *can’t believe*

Taehyung: “Y/N!!!” *runs to hug you and kiss you*

J-Hope: “OH MY GOD BABYYY I AM SO HAPPY!”

Rap Monster: “I-I-What-I-I just” *excited af*

Suga: “AHHHH” *gif*

Jin: *higs and kisses you a lot*

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Jeon Jungkok ~ Sleeping Beauty [Request] [M]

➳➳➳: Genre: SMUT

➳➳➳: Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader

➳➳➳: Word count: 1,965

➳➳➳: WARNINGS: Sleeping sex partner, bad language, pet names, ALL CONSENSUAL 

➳➳➳: A/N: EVERYTHING MENTIONED IN THE FANFICTION BELOW IS BETWEEN A CONSENSUAL RELATIONSHIP

Your boyfriend Jungkook was waiting up at home for you, it'd been a long day at the studio for him. He knew you had a lingerie shoot that day and it was all he could imagine, you in the different sets for work and then bringing them home because you always did whenever you had a shoot with them. He was starting to grow impatient the more he waited so he started rubbing himself through his trousers since it was already uncomfortable for him to go this long without giving himself some attention, imagining it was you instead of his own hand when the door clicked open. You walked through the door and smiled tiredly at him, you were staying at the dorms with him and the boys while your apartment was being renovated,

"Hi baby, how was work?" You asked between a yawn, he watched as you flopped down onto the sofa and then closed your eyes. You were too tired to even notice his situation and he decided to leave it,

"Nevermind my day baby, you look exhausted come on." He helped you up from the sofa and started walking you towards the staircase and up to his dorm room, you'd been working all week to get some model jobs done before Jungkook went away on tour. You'd convinced your manager to let you go away with him if you could get a bunch of shoots done beforehand and she agreed.

"It'll be worth it in the long run." You giggled as you made it into the shared bedroom, he chuckled as you stripped from your dress and dove straight into the bed too tired for anything else.

"Come on, makeup off and teeth brushed." You grumbled something at him and he pulled you off the bed and into the en-suite, he sat you down on the toilet and started removing the makeup for you. Jungkook had watched you done this a bunch of times so he knew what to do and what products you always used to put on before bed.

"You're so sweet Kookie." You mumbled to him and he chuckled at your tired state, your eyes were closed as you leant your head against his chest, he ran his hands through your hair before kissing the top of your head. You and Jungkook had been together for a year now it was the best year of either of your lives, neither of you wanted to be away from each other for long and that's another reason you spent so much time at the dorms with him and the boys.

"Teeth." He said as he pushed your chin up, you stood up from the toilet and he brushed his own teeth while you did yours, you were so tired you hadn't noticed that he was still rock hard through his trousers so you both headed into the bedroom so you could rest. Jungkook laid beside you and kissed the base of your neck,

"Goodnight beautiful." He whispered in your ear, you laid your head on his chest and snuggled against him,

"Goodnight Handsome."

He awoke later to the same problem as he'd had all day, he was in an uncomfortable position because he'd left it ignored all day and he was too horny to just leave it be. He glanced over at you and smiled as you slept, the blanket was down exposing your chest and you looked like you were having a good dream, he couldn't help but get harder just at the thought of you lying there naked next to him. Jungkook closed his eyes and pushed down his boxers as quietly and softly as possible so he wouldn't wake you up, he took his member into his hand and began pumping himself a couple of times, dreaming it was you instead of himself but it was no use it was getting him nowhere.

"Fuck baby," He groaned as he looked at your sleeping face and then bit down on his lip, he reached across for your hand and you stirred a little making him freeze instantly but once he knew you were asleep he took your hand and used it to pump his member with, sighing with relief as it helped him with the aching a little more but nothing would compare to what it would be like to be inside you. The more he worked your hand around himself the harder he seemed to get, it was having the opposite effect that he wanted and he knew he wasn't going to be able to reach his high without you.

Licking his lips he lifted himself up from the mattress and made his way under the sheet stopping at your core and looking up to make sure you hadn't woken up eat, he ran his fingers over your folds and smirked at how wet you were, he wasted no times attaching his mouth to your clit to suck and tease you as if he was kissing you, he hummed against your folds as you stirred in your sleep, your eyebrows knotted together but you didn't wake up yet. He continued his assault on you before he brought his hand over inserting his fingers as he continued to lick your folds and work his magic, you clenched around his fingers and he pulled back to look up at you, you were letting out small whimpers and he smirked to himself continuing to roughly pump his fingers in and out of you, knuckles deep as you continued to clench,

"Fuck this." He mumbled as he pulled his fingers from you coming back up to your face and kissing your neck softly, this had happened between you a couple of times. He woke you up with sex or you woke him up with it, it was something you both enjoyed.

He lined himself up at your entrance and slowly thrust into you, his lips parting as he filled you up stretching you and trying not to moan out your name too loudly.

"Hmmm, Kookie." You moaned in your sleep, this only made him want to thrust faster and wake you up so he could properly fuck you but he was enjoying this a little too much. He slowly started to move his hips down against yours and your whole body stirred awake at the sudden intense feeling and your eyes shot open.

"Kookie." You moaned out as soon as you saw him above you, he smirked glad you were awake so he could continue this,

"I'm sorry baby, I've been hard all day." You giggled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him down for a passionate kiss,

"You're still just as tight as last night." He chuckled deeply only making you clench around him at the thoughts of the night before, he'd spent the night roughly fucking you against the wall because you'd teased him all day.

"Jungkook please," You whimpered as he continued his agonisingly slow thrusts into you, your pussy ached for him and he chuckled seeing you so needy for him.

"I think we'll have a slow night." You shook your head at him and he smirked as you went to whine out louder for him,

"You better be quiet baby, the boys are home." He whispered in your ear and it excited you even more. The of getting caught by one of them only made you ache for him more,

"Fuck me then, please...I'll be quiet I promise." You pleaded as he pulled out of you only to push deep back into you slowly,

"I don't know baby, I know how loud you get." You grabbed his hand and placed it over your neck,

"Choke me then, make me be quiet." You giggled and he smirked down at you. You'd spoken about the choking kink beforehand and he was glad you were willing to do it and trusted him enough to do this,

"Just fuck me." You begged and that was all it took, he began to thrust in and out of you at a relentless pace, his hips snapping against yours as he reached deeper. You whined out and his grip around your throat tightened giving you that fucked out look on your face which only turned him on more,

"Shit, do you know how beautiful you are when you looked this fucked out? It's so fucking distracting." He grunted as he filled you up with every thrust pushing a little harder every time, watching your face as he hit the deepest parts inside of you.

"Faster Kookie." You whined out and he smirked as you moaned out his nickname, you could feel your release fast approaching and he could feel himself getting closer too. Nothing would beat this feeling of him buried deep inside of you, watching as you wiggled beneath him, your cheeks turning a red colour as you choked on his grasp.

"Touch yourself, baby girl," He whispered in your ear, one hand dropped down to your clit and you began to rub yourself while the other worked on your neglected chest, your nipples were overly sensitive and it was sending pleasure throughout your body with every pinch you gave them.

"I'm close." You pouted out, his hand loosened around your throat so you could catch your breath only to attach again within a couple of seconds, you moaned out loudly as the knot in your stomach grew tighter,

"Cum for me princess," He bit down on your neck and the next rough trusts he did sent you over the line and you came around him, clenching you let out a strangled moan of his name and he continued to pump in and out of you so you could fully ride out of your high.

He watched as you pushed him down onto the mattress and shimmered down the bed so you were in front of his member,

"Shit," He groaned as you took his member into your mouth, your ass hanging up in the air he spanked you making you moan around his member.

"Oh fuck y/n," He moaned out and you could feel him twitching inside of your mouth, you took his hand and pushed it onto the back of your head so he would push your head down around him, he began to slowly push you down and thrust his hips up to meet the back of your throat with every push,

"Shit, shit." He was starting to get closer and you smirked around him as he removed his hands from your head,

"Cum for my Kookie." You begged looking up at him through your eyelashes and maintaining eye contact as you took him back into your mouth. He threw his head back as he was getting closer, his hands tangled into your hair as he held you down against his groin, you hummed around him and he twitched coming undone in your mouth and down your throat. You pulled off him swallowing his loud and smirking as you licked him clean,

"Now who looks fucked out." You giggled as you laid down next to him beads of sweat were dripping from his head and he mumbled something at you.

"I'm sorry I neglected you when I got in Kookie." You whispered too hot to pull the covers over either of your bodies you just laid there for a couple of minutes,

"You had work, it's fine." You hummed and he rolled over pulling you against his chest.

"I can't wait to wake you up like that again." He chuckled in your ear only to hear a thud from the room next door,

"Don't do it again! I'll kill you!" Namjoon yelled from his room, maybe you weren't quiet enough but neither of you cared.

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Sister of Seokjin (7) - Jeon Jungkook Angst

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On a trip to America with Bts, Jungkok finds who he believes to be his true love. And life seems to become perfect until Jin finds his sister (of whom had moved there when she was young). Unfortunately, Jungkooks true love was also Jins sister, Jin is V E R Y overprotective.

 The Chinese restaurant didn’t seem busy, Mina and Jin entered, Jin walking in front.

Mina could hear a shout from the back corner of the room, and Jin started walking towards it. Mina couldn’t really see because she was trying not to fall over the carpets that seemed to start and stop all across the floor.

The guys silenced as they watched Jin approach, a girl with her head down following him. They all knew that if it was Mina, they’d have to act as if they didn’t know her.

Jungkook couldn’t believe his eyes when the girl looked up, and he recognised her immediately. He could tell from the shocked look in Mina’s eyes that she knew that they couldn’t mention last night to her big brother.

Jin started to introduce her when Jungkook couldn’t help but speak up. He didn’t even realise until it was too late.

 “Mina, your lip is bleeding.”

“How do you know her name?” Jin asked, ignoring the before comment.

“Omo, I must have bitten it too hard,” Mina whispered and grabbed a tissue from her pocket.

Jeon Jungkook knew that he had made a mistake by mentioning her name. Jin was a smart guy, if he knew too much- it wouldn’t take him long to realise that they’d slept together.

“I think all of us have met Mina before, hyung” Taehyung speaks up, “She works at Starbucks. Her and Jungkook have hung out a few times since we got here. She even recommended this place to us,”

Jungkook had never felt so grateful to Taehyung in his life, he had just saved his ass. The other members sighed in relief as the situation was avoided, and Mina smiled contently.

Mina sat between Jungkook and Jin, a difficult place to be situated as you can imagine. They all ate and made small conversation. Jin kept turning to Mina just to smile at her, he was so unbelievably happy that he’d found his little sister again.

“Jin, you said something earlier that bothered me.” Mina said as the waiters came to clear the table of the mostly empty plates.

Jin gave her a questioning look and she sat up fully.

“Well, earlier, you said that mum and dad told you last month that I was still ill. I know they got my mail because I always sent the letters so I’d get an email once it was delivered.” Mina explained, eyebrows furrowed.

“They must have known years ago that you were better. But, they made no attempt to contact you, so that you could come home?” Jin asked

“Of course they knew. Around 2 years ago, I rung up dad. It was a brief conversation, with no mention of me coming home. They must have been happy to have a child-free home, so they didn’t want me back.” Mina murmured

“What are you going to do? Once you get your exam results back?” Jin asked

Mina shrugged and took a sip of her drink. Hoseok started to talk about a new dance he was learning. And Jin noticed that Mina kept taking large sips of her drink every few seconds.

As soon as Hoseok stopped talking, Jin hit Mina’s shoulder lightly.

“Ya, I used to say this when you were little and I’ll say it again. When you drink soda fast, it gives you a bad headache. Take it slow,” Jin nagged, pointing his finger

“When did I ever get a headache from drinking fast?” Mina questioned, raising an eyebrow at her brother.

“I remember; I think you were eight. You drank a lot of fizzy lemonade in the morning, and you spent the whole evening on my bedroom floor complaining.” Jin said, a matter of factly

“Wasn’t that the same day that you had too many energy drinks and couldn’t stop writing?” Mina said, amused.

“Hyung, you’re not normal.” Jimin laughed at the story.

“Your height isn’t normal, Jiminnie.” Jin teased and Mina slapped his arm, acting annoyed. But a smile broke onto her face as soon as Jin turned to face her.

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Laid in bed that night, Jungkook felt nervous. He wanted to know where him and Mina were, relationship wise. He wanted to ask her to be his girlfriend. But there are a few complications.

1) If Jin found out, he would have Jungkooks head.

2) Does Mina like him the same way that he likes her?

3) They live at opposite ends of the world.

4) They have such a good friendship- why would he change that?

Just as thoughts swam around his head, his phone started to ring. He picked it up quickly and spoke in a hushed voice, so he wouldn’t wake Taehyung up, who was strangely asleep this early.

“Jungkookie” The voice that spoke was sad, but recognisable.

“Mina? What’s the matter?”

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?”

“It’s only 10pm. What’s up?”

“Jungkookie I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have called” In the background, Jungkook could hear the light breeze.

“Where are you? I’ll meet you and we can talk.”

“Jungkook, you don’t have to- “

But it was too late, Jungkook had slipped on a shirt and was just putting his jeans on.

“Why are you sad?” Jungkook asked, as he waited for the elevator.

“I- “And with that, Jungkook could hear that she had started crying.

“I’m outside the hotel, do you want to tell me where you are, or do I need to search LA until I find you myself?”

“No Jungkook, go back to bed. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have called you,”

“Looks like I have to go with the second option,”

“I’m in the park, by the water fountain,”

And a few minutes later, that’s where he found her, sat on a bench, legs crossed, staring at the fountain, and the black sky behind it. He didn’t say a word, he’d ran there, but his breathlessness was the least of his worries. He sat beside Mina, and put an arm around her shoulder. He could see the dried tears on her face, as she looked emptily into the distance.

“My mum and dad, how could they do that to me?” Mina brought her hands to her face, and Jungkook could hear her light, delicate sobs.

He pulled her closer.

“When I got better, I was so excited to see my parents and Jin again. And when I was told that I’d be going to a care home, my heart broke. I’d spent 5 years living in a hospital, yet still making it to school most days, and then I thought, after all that, that I’d go home. But I didn’t. Jin wouldn’t even answer my messages, he got a new number- he still has the same kakao though, so he didn’t even think to message me.” Mina cried.

Jungkook realised that all this is upset from the meal, when she’d talked about her parents.

“I was so lonely Jungkook. I had no-one. Not even the other kids in the care home acknowledged me. 2 years ago, I rung my father. I recognised his voice immediately. He asked who I was, I said I was Kim Mina, his daughter. He told me that he had no daughter, only a son called Jin. He told me that I was mistaken,”

So that’s why she didn’t discuss the phone call at dinner. It pained Jungkook to see Mina like this, so broken, so vulnerable.

“Mina,” Jungkook spoke softly. “Don’t worry about what your parents say. You have Jin, and me, and the rest of the hyungs. I know you’ve had a bad time, but I’ll make sure that these next years make up for it all.”

And with that, Jungkook enveloped Mina in a hug, her instantly burying her head in the crook of his neck.

“Mina.” Jungkook said, after an hour “Do you want to come back to the hotel? You might feel better if you don’t go back to the care home tonight.

Timidly, Mina nodded.