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You're My Type: Chapter 3

Can Love Stand Against Bathroom Sexcapades?

Summary: Jimin and Yunho haven't been able to take their eyes off of each other, and their friends finally push them to connect. And they do connect on the dance floor…and later in the bathroom.

But while Jimin is enamored with the big hunk of a man that Yunho is, will Jungkook be okay?

Chapter Three:

Jimin and Taehyung, both dressed to kill, entered the nightclub, clinging to each other’s arms and laughing. Taehyung had finally gotten over his desire to stay in and was shining his beautiful boxy smile once again. It didn’t take the two men long to find their younger friend Jungkook in the crowded club. Jungkook was sitting on a stool at the bar with a drink already in his tattooed hand, scrolling through TikTok on his phone, a bored expression on his face.

“God, he looks good tonight,” whined Jimin as he took in Jungkook’s long hair that he had started growing out, it was to the point that it was curling up underneath his ears. Jungkook looked over and noticed them coming his way, his whole face lighting up. Jungkook smiled a big bunny smile at them and waved affectionately before eyeing Jimin up and down like he was a snack. Jimin had taken his time getting dressed that night, finally settling on his blue silk shirt, black tight jeans, and black Chelsea boots, and felt pleased that Jungkook how noticed how good he looked as well.

Taehyung looked at his best friend and scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You DO know that he’s been trying to woo you for over a year now, right??”

Jimin sniffed and raised his chin, looking offended. He pulled his silk shirt down over his front a little more as it had risen up on his hips. “Yes, I am well aware. But you and I both know that being with JK means BEING with JK. He’s not a one-night fling type of guy.”

“And would that be so terrible, really? A relationship with JK?” Taehyung asked as he grabbed Jimin’s arm and pulled him to the side to keep him from being ran over by someone barreling towards the dance floor. Taehyung glared at the back of the loud man with the bright red hair who was pulling a shy looking blonde with him.

“Thanks,” Jimin said after he was moved into the line of safety, kissing Taehyung on the cheek, and lacing their fingers together. Jimin sighed, “No, it wouldn’t be bad but…”

Tae looked at his friend in understanding, “I get it Jiminie, I know that relationships still kind of freak you out. It’s okay.” Taehyung smiled down at him. “But maybe you can talk him into at least showing it to you,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

Jimin threw back his head in laughter, almost falling over. Taehyung just winked and then proceeded to pull Jimin along to the bar.

Jungkook stood up from his barstool when they approached and pulled both of the older men into his strong arms for a hug. “Hey guys! Right on time!”

“Hey Kookie, TaeTae wants to see your dick.” Jimin said by way of greeting, standing on his toes to press a kiss onto Jungkook’s rapidly turning rosy cheeks.

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders and punched Jungkook’s arm lightly. “I mean, if that’s cool with you, bro, you can draw your pants right here.”

Jungkook looked back and forth between them before laughing and shaking his head. “I can tell that tonight is going to be a long night watching after you two.”

Jimin slid onto Jungkook’s vacated bar stool and crossed his legs, blinking his eyes flirtatiously at the younger man, “Then I guess you better get started on the drinks, our sweet little Jungkookie.”

Two drinks later and Jimin was tired of talking, he was ready to get onto the dance floor and let loose. He needed to move, to get the blood flowing. He waved his ring-bedecked hands in front of the other men’s face, interrupting their conversation about Jungkook’s new boxing trainer.

“I didn’t come to this place to just to sit here and listen to you to tell boring stories all night!” he pouted, sticking out his lower lip. Both Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s eyes zeroed in on his pink, plumps lips and Jungkook nervously tongued his lip ring while Taehyung smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“And what do we get if we go dancing with you? Hmm?” Taehyung teased. “That’s a lot of work to put in with no payout.”

“Well, YOU are already getting a blow job when we get back to your place tonight, so I don’t want to hear it.”

“Hmm…” Taehyung looked upward in thought, nodding his head slowly. “True… that’s true. So, I guess that just leaves what our Jungkookie wants.” Taehyung slung his arm around Jungkook’s broad shoulders. “So, Kook… what can our sweet Jiminie give you so that you will go dancing with us?” Jungkook’s eyes had already lowered to Jimin’s mouth at the mention of the blow job he was giving Taehyung but on hearing Taehyung’s words, they widened in panic. He started stuttering, much to both Jimin and Taehyung’s amusement.

“Now you two know that you really shouldn’t tease our Bun like that. I know he looks mean and scary but he’s as innocent as a babe.”

All three men’s heads whipped around to see their other friend Hoseok, who also owned the club that they were currently in, approaching with a large grin on his face. “Hobi!” Jimin squealed in excitement, always happy to see the man that rained sunshine down on others simply by existing. Jimin leapt from his stool to throw himself into Hoseok’s waiting arms, squeezing as tightly as he could.

“Hey JimJam.” The man said laughing, his wide smile plastered onto his lean and pretty face. “I didn’t know you guys were going to be here tonight. You should have called me! I would have saved my best VIP table for you fools,” he tsk’d.

“I mean…we wouldn’t say no if you’re offering,” Taehyung said grinning and rubbed his hands together mischievously.

“Oh, I am very WELL aware that you would never say no to VIP treatment Tae.” Hoseok laughed and leaned forward to tell his bartender to send another round of their drinks to the main VIP table.

Hoseok locked his arm through Taehyung’s and started walking towards the VIP section. “I always knew you were the man for me,” Taehyung flirted, nuzzling onto Hoseok’s side they walked across the bar. Jimin looked at Jungkook and smiled sweetly, holding his hand out to the younger man. Jungkook laced their fingers together, a flutter in his chest and they followed after their friends.

Jimin and Taehyung had met Hoseok in college. While Jimin was in college for design, he got into the arts college with a scholarship for modern dance. Jimin had been dancing for las long as he could remember, it was as much a part of him as breathing was. It was during his first month of college that Jimin had gone to one of the studios to practice when he happened upon a hip-hop class being taught by a student teacher, Jung Hoseok. He was instantly entranced with how Hoseok’s body was able to move so freely. Eventually, Jimin and Hoseok started running into each other more and more often at the studios, occasionally talking when they would pass each other in the hallways. Jimin had been having difficulty perfecting how his body needed to move around one particular dance move when Hoseok stepped in, offering his advice. The two had hit it off as friends especially once Jimin had introduced Taehyung to the older man. Taehyung and Hoseok fell quickly into the older brother-younger brother dynamic. Hoseok, like Jimin, had gotten into the college with dancing, but making music was his true passion. The student teacher job allowed Hoseok to be able to slowly buy recording equipment, one little bit at a time. Hoseok started making a name for himself in the underground rap scene, which help to skyrocket his career and not only a rapper and singer, but also as a music producer.

The next few years had seen Hoseok’s music company grow and expand beyond what, even he had thought possible. Now being the owner of his production company, he officially owned his own record label and had begun to sign artists on underneath him.

While working in music was Hoseok’s calling and it never failed to make him happy, and he did do very well for himself, he always said that he wanted something that would be a little more fun. So, when he decided that he wanted to open a club, his friends were in full support of it. It didn’t really come as a shock to anyone, and no one was surprised when the club became such a success. Hoseok’s sense of style, fashion, taste in alcohol as well as his music degree, all came together to form a stunning and fabulous club. Although Taehyung would often tease him that the club wouldn’t have survived without his own artistic input, not that Hoseok had ever actually asked him for his input.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Seokjin had been the first three to be invited to the opening night of the club. The opening night was a small group of Hoseok’s most trusted friends and a few trusted media sources. Jimin and Taehyung had spent the night celebrating with Hoseok and the other guests, though Jin had to show up late due to having a very big court case that he had been going over with his partners at the firm. Seokjin had walked in, still in his work suit and Taehyung had immediately jumped all over his boyfriend. “I love a man in an Armani suit.” He winked at his love, before dragging him to the dance floor where Jimin was dancing alone.

Jimin had been leaning against the elegant bar, taking a rest from being sandwiched in between Taehyung and Seokjin on the dance floor. The extra body heat had him breaking into a light sweat and he the more overheated he became, the more claustrophobic is was began to feel. He finally made his escape from his Taehyungie’s clingy hands by Seokjin spinning Taehyung away and playfully yelling for Jimin to make a run for it while he had the chance.

Jimin had just gotten through chugging a full bottle of water when a large, tattooed hand was placed down beside him on the bar top. Looking over, Jimin noticed that the stranger was quite a bit taller than he was and that his side profile was stunning. Jimin looked him up and down and saw that the man was dressed in almost all black. Between his sleeve of tattoos and his lip ring, he almost looked like some kind of a biker. Bikers were not really Jimin’s type but he ad to admit that the man was hella cute.

The man turned his head in Jimin direction, a smile on his face that made Jimin think of an cute little bunny rabbit. The second the man’s eyes locked onto Jimin, he completely froze in his movements, his doe eyes growing even more round.

“Um… hi… I’m Jimin… and you are?” Jimin asked with one eyebrow arched, finding the man’s spacey look to be unbelievably adorable.

“I..I.. u-um…I…” the man stuttered, a deep blush overtaking his cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t get that. Who are you?” Jimin said teasingly, his eyes crinkling up into their half-moon smile. ‘Okay, okay, he’s way more adorable than I thought he was going to be,’ Jimin thought to himself.

“JK! You made it!” Hoseok yelled, walking up and slapping the stranger hard on the back. “Ah, I see you met Jimin! This is one of my friends that I’ve been wanting to introduce you to.”

Jimin looked back and forth between the men, a smile lighting up his face. “This is THE Jungkook? Oh my god! Hobi has told us so much about you!” he exclaimed, while grabbing Jungkook’s hand in his and shaking it enthusiastically. “He let us listen to the song that you recently worked on together and OH MY GOD YOU’RE VOICE IS AMAZING!” Jimin couldn’t help himself from fanboying a little bit. Jimin couldn’t believe his hears when he heard Jungkook’s voice. “He sounds like an angel,” he had told Hoseok that day.

Hoseok’s eyes went back and forth between Jimin’s delighted face and Jungkook’s beet-red one. ‘Hmm… interesting.’

“T-thank y-you.” Jungkook stuttered out, his heart beating fast from the feeling of Jimin’s small hands holding his.

“I have an idea…” Hoseok said smiling wickedly. “JK, why don’t you take Jimin to the dance floor? I think it’d be good for you to have some fun tonight.” Hoseok knew that Jungkook hated dancing in public and would adamantly refuse to dance with anyone except for someone that he was interested in. Jungkook’s eyes narrowed on Hoseok, realizing what his friend was up to, before a hesitant look overtook his features. Jimin, however, clapped his hands together in happiness, bouncing up and down on the toes of his feet.

“Oh yes! Come on Jungkook, I love this song! Plus, you’ll save me from being squished between my best friend and his boyfriend again.”

Hoseok laughed and watched over his glasses as his best friend was pulled onto the dance floor, his face already showing how helpless he was against the blonde’s bubbly charms.

Jimin had spent the majority of the night in Jungkook’s arms, whether they were dancing, standing at the bar or even sitting in one of the VIP lounges. Jungkook’s hand didn’t leave Jimin’s body for more than a few minutes at a time. Jimin, drunk and giggly, declared to the group that Jungkook was, officially, the cutest thing that he had ever seen and even kept cooing every time that Jungkook would blush or stutter.

Jimin had already known all about Jungkook from the many times that Hoseok had talked about his best friend. Jungkook and Hoseok had met through the music underground rap scene when they were Jungkook younger. Jungkook had showed up at one of the battles, sneaking in since he was underage. Hoseok had taken Jungkook under his protective wing and began looking out for the younger man, showing him the ins and outs and what he knew.

During Jungkook’s last year of high school, he had been gone overseas with his family due to his father’s job being relocated to the US. Jungkook and Hoseok’s friendship never wavered, both keeping close tabs on the other as the years passed by. Hoseok had eventually been able to convince Jungkook to come back to Korea to work on his music there, underneath Hoseok’s label. Following his best friend's advice, he finally took the plunge and moved back. Since he had been back, Hoseok had been begging him to meet with his friends from college, yet the timing had just never worked out before.

Hoseok finally started shooing his guests out of the club around 4 in the morning, two hours after the club was actually supposed to have been closed for the night. Jimin had helped carry a drunk and exhausted Taehyung to their car where Seokjin had asked Jimin if he wanted to come home with them, but all Jimin could think about was showering and getting to bed. Seokjin had asked if Jimin at least wanted a ride home, but Jimin shook his head, knowing that they lived in two completely opposite directions.

“Go ahead and get TaeTae in bed, I’ll be okay Jinnie.”

“I’ll wait until your Uber gets here at least,” Seokjin had said protectively while looking at Taehyung who was already dead asleep in the passenger side of the car.

“Actually…” came Jungkook’s hesitant voice, “if Jimin’s okay with it… I can give him a ride home… I really don’t mind.”

Jimin had looked at the younger man who had followed him out of the club and grinned. “I would like that, thank you.”

Seokjin slightly frowned at Jimin, his eyebrows lowering, since they didn’t know the young man very well aside from what Hoseok had said about him. “Are you sure? We could just as easily give you a ride home.”

Before Jimin could speak, Taehyung’s voice rang out through the air, “Baaaabe, let Jiminie get his booty licked by someone other than you,” he whined, having rolled down the passenger window to see what was taking so long after waking up.

Jimin laughed out loud as Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Yah! Taehyung! Go to sleep! This doesn’t concern you!”

Since Jungkook hadn’t been drinking, he had no issue driving his motorcycle. Jimin had cracked up when seeing the motorcycle. “I knew I pegged you as a biker,” he laughed. Jungkook just smirked in his direction.

“How would you like to feel some real power between your legs?” Jungkook said saucily with a wink.

Jimin looked at him with wide eyes. ‘Maybe I could be into bikers after all,’ he thought.

He let Jimin borrow his helmet and even took off his jacket to put in on Jimin against the cold that was permeating the air. Jimin tried to resist saying that Jungkook would need the jacket more since he was in front but Jungkook refused to hear it, waving away Jimin’s concerns.

“I normally start warm when riding my bike anyway unless it’s fall or winter. I’d hate for you to get cold, Jiminie,” he said shyly, lifting a long leg over his bike before reaching his gloved hand out to Jimin.

Jimin had grinned wide as he took Jungkook’s hand and straddle the seat behind the bigger man. Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around Jungkook’s waist, laying his head against Jungkook’s back as they raced through Seoul to Jimin’s apartment. The purr of the motorcycle underneath him mixed with the subtle smell of Jungkook’s cologne and the mix of the two were definitely doing something for him. He found himself picturing Jungkook fucking him over the motorcycle roughly, causing him spilling out over the seat. By the time they got to his door, Jimin had imagined at least four different positions that Jungkook could use the motorcycle to his advantage. Jimin couldn’t wait to get Jungkook inside of the apartment, strip is body of those heavy black clothes, and ride him until after the sun was high in the sky.

Reaching Jimin’s door, Jungkook shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot, his cute nose scrunching up with his nervous bunny smile. Jimin, still a little tipsy and now, thanks to his imagination, extremely horny, grabbed Jungkook’s arm and pulled him in.

Jimin stared longingly at Jungkook’s lips and whispered, “Kiss me Kookie.”

Jungkook’s tongue licked his tongue ring nervously before dipping his head and slanting his lips gently over Jimin’s. Jimin’s hands came up and ran through Jungkook’s hair as he cupped Jimin’s cheek, nipping his bottom lip gently, kissing the older man’s full lips softly and sweetly before slightly pulling back.

“Jimin… I can’t come in. I’m sorry…”

Jimin’s eyes snapped open at his words, reality washing away the last bit of tipsiness that was clinging on. He suddenly began to feel foolish. ‘Just because someone gives you a ride home, doesn’t mean they want to fuck you, stupid!’ he mentally berated himself, pulling back from Jungkook’s hands.

“Oh… I… I understand. I’m sorry JK.” Jimin apologized, performing a small now and then straightening up to run a hand though his hair. Squaring his shoulders he said, “I’ll see you at the club another time, I’m sure,” before turning his back to the younger man, getting his door key out of his pocket.

Jungkook, seeing the shift in Jimin, knew he had to explain before he ruined everything. Reaching out, he gently placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, causing Jimin to freeze with his key in the lock.

“No! It’s… it’s not that… not that I don’t want to… I mean, oh god, do I want to…” he groaned.

Jimin turned his face to the younger man and a small smile formed on his lips, “Yeah?”

Jungkook nodded his head quickly.

“Trust me, Right now… I would love nothing more than that. I just… I can’t… unless I’m in a relationship with someone. I’m sorry I know that’s lame…” he trailed off, letting out a huff of breath and scratching the back of his neck.

Jimin’s eyes widened and he turned to the boy who was looking very upset with himself.

“Kookie, it’s not lame at all. I’m the one that should be sorry. I just assumed…well…it doesn’t matter what I assumed. But you’re not lame. I think you’re really cool, actually.” Jimin smiled his moon-eyed smile.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, letting out another nervous breath. “I’m glad you think so. I really didn’t want to mess anything up.”

Jimin looked down at the floor, a smile hinting on his lips as Jungkook figured out his next words.

“I was um… I was wondering… would you like to go out… with me… sometime? Like on a date?”

Jimin’s eyes widened and a slightly panicked looked stole over his face.

“I’m sorry. I don’t… I don’t date. Like, I don’t go on dates….ever.”

“Ah.”

At Jungkook’s downcast expression Jimin rushed to explain.

“I’ve been in one serious relationship since TaeTae, and… that relationship was…it wasn’t good.” Jimin swallowed thickly, noting Jungkook’s concerned expression. “I’m just not in a mental headspace to where I feel comfortable dating or being in a relationship…” Jimin closed his fingers around Jungkook’s arm. “Please understand, I swear it has nothing to do with you, I promise.”

Jungkook leaned down and kissed Jimin’s forehead gently, catching the older man off guard.

“I get it. I’ve been there. But I’m not giving up on you.” Jungkook whispered, resting his forehead on Jimin’s. “I’ll keep trying to woo you.” Jimin inhaled deeply, the scent of Jungkook’s cologne filling his scenes and calming his nerves. He hated to admit it but something about being around Jungkook was very steadying for him.

“And what if I’m never ready or I never decide that I want to be with you like that?”

Jungkook placed two fingers under Jimin’s chin and tilted his face up. “Then at least I’ll have spent my time caring for someone who was worth every single second of it.” ~ “There’s NO way that happened!” Taehyung shrieked at Hoseok’s unbelievable story.

“I’m telling you it did! I swear on this club!” Hoseok replied smugly, sipping his club’s signature drink, Hope in The Box. Hoseok licked the drink from his lips and leaned back against his seat, looking very much like the cat who got the cream.

“There is NO FUCKING WAY that you were in an orgy!” Taehyung snapped back, not convinced in the least little bit.

Jungkook nodded in agreement with Taehyung. “Yeah Hobs… I call…”

“BULLSHIT!”

All three of the younger men said loudly to him before they cracked up into laughter, Jimin laughing so hard that he almost fell backward off of the chair he was sitting on, only saved by Jungkook catching him.

“I swear! Look, I have pictures!”

Hoseok whipped out his cellphone and the three younger men gathered around, gasping in shock.

“What the hell Hobi!” Jimin squealed.

“There’s no way! These HAVE to be fucking photoshopped!” Taehyung cried, snatching the phone from Hoseok’s hands to get a closer look.

Jimin turned his head to the side to bite his lip and hold in the comment he was trying desperately not to say to Hoseok when he glanced towards the bar and his heart stopped in his chest. Leaning back against the bar was a very tall blonde man, dressed in a button up black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, with black pants that fit his legs and ass perfectly. And his hands… goddamn his hands were huge… Jimin felt his jaw physically drop as he watched the man laugh with a dark-haired man standing beside him.

“HEEELLLLOOOO EARTH TO JIMJAM!” Hoseok said loudly, snapping his fingers in front of Jimin’s face.

“Huh?! What?! Who?!” Jimin said loudly, coming back to himself. He spun back to his group quickly, his ears turning red.

Hoseok laughed and pinched Jimin’s cheek. “Exactly what was it that grabbed our Jiminah’s attention so well, huh?”

“Oh, I see what it was,” Tae piped up, leaning over Hoseok to get a better view of the man at the bar. “Or should I say that I see WHO it was? Hyung… WHO IS THAT??”

Hoseok and Jungkook looked over at the bar to see who it was that had caught the other men’s attention so well.

“Oh him? That Jeong Yunho. The friend he’s with is Choi San, he’s a regular of mine with his boyfriend Wooyoung. Pretty nice men, really.” Hoseok said thoughtfully and took a sip of his drink, flicking a glance at where Jungkook’s hand rested on Jimin’s thigh.

The four men watched as the red-haired man that almost ran over Jimin earlier and his blonde friend hurried towards Yunho and San. Jimin watched, with a weird pit of jealousy in his stomach as the blonde man threw himself into Yunho’s long arms, Yunho kissing him on the forehead.

“I guess that’s his boyfriend?” Jungkook asked Hoseok somewhat hopefully, seeing the look that had come over Jimin’s face.

“Hey! That red headed guy is the one that almost bowled you over earlier! AND he didn’t even apologize!” Taehyung said to Jimin, reaching over to smack his best friend on the arm.

Hoseok waved away Taehyung’s statement, “That’s Wooyoung, San’s boyfriend. That’s just how he is. He’s pretty much oblivious to everything around him when he has his mind set on something. It can be endearing once you get to know him.”

The three younger men turned their questioning looks onto Hoseok who, when noticing their looks, proceeded to look at the ceiling innocently, not even close to ready to admit his crush on the Wooyoung and his hot boyfriend.

“So… is that small blonde guy dating the tall Yunho guy?” Jimin asked, watching as Yunho was dragged onto the floor by the smaller blonde.

“Hmm… not that I know of. I know that they used to be a thing years ago but that Yeosang, that’s the smaller blonde, he’s in a serious relationship with someone right now. I’m pretty sure that he and Yunho are just friends.”

“Hmm..” Jimin hummed and took a sip of his drink.

“Why Jiminah? Interested?” Hoseok smirked.

Jimin’s eyes followed Yunho until he disappeared into the crowd then turned his gaze to his friend. “Maybe. Probably. Definitely,” he laughed.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Taehyung said, “Why don’t we all go dance and if we just happen to slide up to them on the dance floor…” Jimin started to agree but then turned a worried glance to Jungkook, whose hand was still resting on Jimin’s thigh. Jungkook smiled when seeing Jimin’s concern for him and leaned over to bump his shoulder against Jimin’s.

“I’ll be fine Jimin. Have I ever acted in jealous outrage before at your conquests?”

“Conquests?!” Taehyung squealed and burst into loud laughter. “Conquests!”

Jimin glared at his best friend but then turned back to Jungkook. “Are you sure? I would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable…”

Jungkook took Jimin’s drink from his hand and sat it on the table. “Goooo already. Jeeze. Do I have to pick you up and throw you on him??”

Jimin laughed, “Okay, okay, I’m going!” Jimin held his hand out for Taehyung and the two hurried down the steps and onto the dance floor.

Jungkook sat back in his chair, sipping his drink, and watching Jimin disappear with a wistful look on his face, an ache in the pit of his stomach.

Hoseok shook his head and leaned forward, serious eyes on the younger man. “Why don’t you just tell him how you really fear? It’s been a year.”

“You know what he went through with his ex… I can’t pressure him to be with me Hyung.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, “I’m sorry but that’s lame. I can tell that a part of him cares about you too. If you tell him how you REALLY feel, then maybe…”

“Hyung,” Jungkook interrupted, sitting his glass down on the table, “Jimin isn’t ready for me. He isn’t ready for the depth of my feelings for him. I can’t… I won’t… tell him that I’m in love with him. Not until he’s ready to hear it. IF he’s ever ready to hear it.

Jimin and Taehyung tried to circle the dance floor to find Yunho, but the place was way too crowded for them to move around too much. Feeling his chance slip through his fingers, he turned his attention onto his best friend instead.

“Let’s just go ahead and dance,” Jimin yelled above the music.

“Are you sure?” Taehyung yelled back, full prepared to search all night if his beloved best friend wanted him to.

“I’m sure,” Jimin yelled again. “Let’s just have fun, I’ve been dying to dance all night!”

Taehyung grinned wolfishly and drug Jimin to him. “Good, I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you all night.” He whispered hotly into Jimin’s ear before flicking his tongue against Jimin’s earlobe. Jimin groaned, immediately picturing how he was going to go down on Taehyung later that night, already craving the taste of Taehyung on his tongue.

“Taeeeee…” Jimin whined as Taehyung wrapped his arms around him and pulled Jimin into himself, rubbing their crotches together as they swayed to the beat.

Multiple songs passed and Jimin was entirely swept up in the music and in Taehyung’s touches. Jimin felt himself aching beneath his jeans, groaning every time Taehyung touched him in a way that he liked, and his TaeTae knew ALL of the ways that he liked. Sweat had started to bead and slide down Jimin’s neck, making a line down his chest, causing his skin to glisten under the lights and his silk shirt to cling to body.

Jimin had his arms around Taehyung’s neck as Taehyung had his knee between Jimin’s legs, his hands on Jimin’s ass, causing Jimin to grind on him every time they moved to the beat. Taehyung opened his eyes when Jimin bit into his collar bone, willing his dick to not get hard in public when he spotted the man Jimin had been wanting.

Somehow, without them realizing it, the foursome had made their way off of the dance floor and were sitting at one of the tables. Taehyung grinned to himself, grabbing Jimin’s delicate hips and maneuvering him right into the man’s line of sight. Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s waist and spun him around, Jimin’s arms falling back over his head to wrap back around Taehyung’s neck, and he ground his butt over Taehyung’s crotch. Taehyung licked a line up Jimin’s neck and then whispered, “Jiminah…you’re man is in front of you.”

Jimin’s eyes snapped open, and he found himself staring directly into Yunho’s eyes, his nipples immediately pebbled, and his dick twitched under the stranger’s gaze. Seeing the man looking at Jimin, Taehyung bit the back of Jimin’s neck, right where he knew Jimin’s biggest erotic spot was. Jimin threw his head back in ecstasy and Taehyung reached up to pinch one of Jimin’s hard nipples, twisting the silk against the sensitive bud, knowing Jimin’s liking for silk rubbing against them. Taehyung ground his quickly hardening dick up against Jimin’s ass and Jimin whimpered, fully aware of what his best friend was doing.

Jimin lowered his head back down and opened his eyes, staring directly into the eyes of the tall blonde man. Jimin ran his tongue along his bottom lip, watching as the man swallowed and his eyes followed Jimin’s togue. Jimin couldn’t help the smirk that came over his mouth. He threw his head back again, his mouth opening in an ‘o’ as Taehyung’s hand slid down his side, his fingers going under the hem of Jimin’s shirt just to scratch his nails hard over Jimin’s hip.

“Tae!” Jimin moaned, a sucker for being marked and claimed, hips bucking forward unintentionally.

“It’s working Jiminah,” Taehyung said kissing his ear, “He can’t take his eyes off of my beautiful friend. I wonder how hard he would look at you if I had you bent over their table with my cock sinking into your fat ass.”

Jimin whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut and Taehyung rutted up against him.

Taehyung took Jimin’s chin in his hand and forced his friend to look at where Yunho was, staring solely at Jimin, his eyes dark.

“Should we invite him over, my love?”

Yunho watched with rapt attention as the brunette man dug his nails into the blonde’s hip, leaving marks marring the skin. The blonde threw his head back, his chest rising and falling under the dance floor lights and his hips jerked forward. Yunho felt his cock straining against his pants and he groaned, wiping his hand over his face.

San looked over at him in concern, hearing his groan. “Are you okay?”

Wooyoung cackled as he followed Yunho’s gaze, resting his chin on his boyfriend’s wide shoulder. “Oh…Yunho…I think someone has their eyes on you.”

Yeosang looked over and whistled. “Damn…” he said in his low, deep voice. “He’s definitely got his eyes on you.”

Yunho shook his head to snap himself out of the siren’s trance, a rueful smile on his face. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence with him looking over here so much.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “A coincidence? He’s literally STARING at you every time he opens his eyes.”

Yunho looked over again to see the brunette man licking up the blonde’s neck for the umpteenth time. “Even if that is true, it looks like he is thoroughly taken.”

San slapped a hand on Yunho’s shoulder, “Hey you never know. Might as well try.”

Yunho looked back over at the couple on the floor in indecision.

“Yunho!…. Yunho!… Yunho!” his friends started slowly chanting, He laughed and pushed them away from himself.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll give it a try.!”

“Great!” Wooyoung said excitedly. “That means I get to be smashed between these two hot things!” he cackled as he grabbed a hold of his boyfriend and Yeosang, the four of them making their way onto the dance floor.

“Don’t look now Jiminie, he’s coming to the dance floor,” Tae said as he thrust against Jimin’s ass again, grinding on him. “I’m going to be picturing him fucking you when my cock is shoved down your throat later,” he whispered evilly.

Jimin turned in Taehyung’s arms, looping his arms around his friend’s neck and glaring at him. “I swear to god, TaeTae, if this doesn’t work then you better be ready to fuck me as soon as we get back to your place.” Jimin pouted, his body raging for release from all of Taehyung’s teasing.

Taehyung was about to respond when a large hand tapped Jimin on the shoulder. Jimin saw Taehyung’s eyes widen as Jimin looked over his shoulder to see nothing but a broad expanse of chest. Looking up, he saw Yunho smiling down at him.

“If it’s not too rude to ask, may I have the next dance?” he yelled over the music, running a hand through his golden hair.

“Take him! He’s yours!” Taehyung yelled as he quickly pushed Jimin towards the taller man and ran off into the crowd of people around them.

Jimin smiled and stepped forward to Yunho, looking him up and down. ‘God, he looks better even better up close.’

“I’m Jimin,” he yelled.

“I’m Yunho! Was that your boyfriend?” Yunho asked, nodding his head to where Taehyung had disappeared.

Jimin shook is head, “That was my best friend, I’m single.”

Yunho smiled down at him and wrapped a large hand around Jimin’s small waist.

“Good. So am I.”

Yunho groaned as Jimin ground his ass against Yunho’s semi-hard dick for the fifth time in a row. Yunho ground back, his hands firmly on Jimin’s hips. He tightened his fingers and squeezed, feeling Jimin shiver in his hold.

Jimin leaned back against Yunho’s chest, his head barely coming to Yunho’s shoulders. He felt so fucking tiny and he loved it. A shiver went through him when Yunho dug his fingers into his hip bones again and he licked his lips, loving the feeling of being slightly manhandled. Jimin grabbed one of Yunho’s hands and raised it to his chest causing Yunho to slide his fingers over Jimin’s sensitive nipples. He flicked his thumb back and forth over the nub before rolling it between his thumb and finger, the silk of Jimin’s shirt scratching on his nipple.

Jimin moaned out loud at that and brought Yunho’s other hand to his mouth, nipping at the inside of his wrist. Jimin felt Yunho’s cock twitch against him, and it spurred him to nip harder. Yunho grabbed Jimin’s jaw in his hand and pulled Jimin’s head back, leaning his head down to whisper in his ear.

“Keep playing these games and you’ll find yourself in the bathroom before you know it.”

Jimin smirked and tilted his head back and to the side to look up into Yunho’s very serious dark gaze.

“Take me to the bathroom then, because I do NOT plan to quit.”

Without even a second’s hesitation, Yunho grabbed Jimin’s hand, His long fingers capturing Jimin firmly and led the way off of the dance floor and down the hallway to the most private bathroom.

“It looks like you know you’re way around,” Jimin teased as they escaped the loud music.

Yunho looked at him with a look that radiated pure lust. “I know my way around but you’re the only one I’ve taken to the bathrooms here.”

Butterflies enveloped Jimin’s stomach, and he felt himself blushing as Yunho pulled him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. Jimin looked up as Yunho stalked towards him, all tall and lean muscles, with thighs that Jimin wanted to sink his teeth into the first chance that he got.

“Jimin…’ Yunho whispered as Jimin looked up to meet his eyes, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

Jimin’s heart started beating wildly as Yunho put a finger under Jimin’s chin and tilted it up. He felt his breath catch as Yunho lowered his face closer to his, the urge to suck on Yunho’s bottom lip overwhelming him. When their mouths were but a breath apart, Yunho paused.

“Tell me if you want this Jimin. I won’t do anything without your verbal consent.”

Jimin licked his lips, desperate to have Yunho’s mouth on his own. “I want this,” he whispered as his arms wrapping around Yunho’s neck. “Fuck, do I want this.”

“Me too,” Yunho groaned and crashed his lips onto Jimin’s, they were just as soft and supple as they looked, his lips felt like a dream.

Jimin hummed happily into the kiss, as Yunho’s hands settled on his hips once again. Slowly moving them, Yunho backed Jimin into the sink and Jimin’s hands grasped the sink behind him for purchase, feeling the need to ground himself as Yunho’s tongue teasingly licked on across his bottom lip. Yunho dug his fingertips into Jimin’s hips hard, causing Jimin to gasp. Yunho slid his tongue into Jimin’s open mouth and Jimin began to immediately start sucking on Yunho’s tongue like he would have sucked on his dick. Yunho groaned and arched into Jimin, Jimin’s tongue hot and smooth against his own, their tongues wrapping around each other. Jimin stood on his tiptoes to get as close as he could to the tall man towering over him.

Yunho broke away from the kiss, pulling back slowly, softly sucking on Jimin’s plump bottom lip. Jimin ran his hands up underneath Yunho’s’ shirt, moaning when he felt the rows of abs that the shirt had hidden underneath, scratching his nails down Yunho’s sides.

“Fuck,” Yunho breathed as he his hands down Jimin’s thighs, bending his knees slightly so that he could reach better. “Fuck, your thighs are amazing Jimin,” he said as his big hands wrapped around them, caressing. Yunho could already picture them wrapped around his waist as he fucked deep into Jimin’s body. Yunho grabbed Jimin’s ass and lifted him into the air quickly, a yelp emitting from Jimin’s lips as Yunho deposited him onto the sink counter. Yunho smirked at Jimin’s wide eyes.

“Now I can see your beautiful face better.”

Yunho lowered his head to kiss down Jimin’s jawline, his long tongue flickering and massing circles into Jimin’s skin as his long fingers started undoing the buttons on Jimin’s silk shirt. Jimin leaned his head, a gasp being drawn from him as Yunho started sucking a hard line down his soft neck.

“Your mouth feels so good,” Jimin gasped as Yunho’s mouth trailed down his neck, to his collar bone, licking into the indention of Jimin’s clavicle. Yunho smirked as his nipped roughly at Jimin’s collar bone, wanting to leave his mark all over Jimin’s gorgeous body.

“Ah!” Jimin exclaimed on a rather hard nip, his fingers coming up to tangle into Yunho’s thick hair. Yunho pushed Jimin’s shirt open and off of his left shoulder. He softly kissed his way down to Jimin’s hard and sensitive nipple, relishing the moan that reach his ears when he took the bud into his mouth. Yunho flicked his tongue back and forth over the little nub before swirling around it. Jimin arched his chest into Yunho and his moans turned quiet and breathless as he writhed on the counter under Yunho’s ministrations.

“Fuck, please. Touch me, Yunho.” Jimin whimpered, his dick hard and hurting in his tight pants, aching for the building pressure to be released. Yunho pushed Jimin back against the mirror, the faucet digging into his back. He looked over Jimin’s chest and stomach in wonder, his hand running down to trace over Jimin’s abs. Jimin bit his lip as Yunho’s flicked open the button to Jimin’s pants and slowly drug down the zipper. Jimin lifted his hips up for Yunho to wiggle his pants down his hips. Yunho groaned when he realized that Jimin wasn’t wearing underwear, Jimin’s cock springing up to hit against his lower stomach.

‘Mmmm…such a good boy.” Yunho murmured, leaning forward to bury his face in Jimin’s neck as his large fingers trailed over Jimin’s leaking cock. Jimin felt his cock twitch at Yunho’s words, wondering how in the hell a stranger had picked up on his praise kink so easily.

“Your so gorgeous, everywhere.” Yunho said as he nipped at Jimin’s neck.

“Here,” a nip on the earlobe.

“Here,” a nip on the chin

“Here,” a nip on Jimin’s bottom lip.

“Here,” Yunho said as he fully wrapped his hand around Jimin’s dick, Jimin hissing in pleasure as Yunho’s hand stroked Jimin softly.

Jimin tried to unbutton Yunho’s shirt with shaky hands but Yunho pulled him away with his free hand.

“I want… mmm… I want to touch you…” Jimin groaned as Yunho fingertips circled Jimin’s leaking tip, his thumb pressing into Jimin’s leaking slit.

“No darling,” Yunho said, ignoring Jimin’s words. Instead, he took over Jimin’s lips again. Sliding his tongue back into Jimin’s open and willing mouth. Jimin’s fingers tightened into Yunho’s shirt, whimpering, hips arching up into Yunho’s fist. Jimin started trying to reach down to caress Yunho through his pants, but Yunho chuckled and pulled Jimin’s body hard against him.

“Didn’t I say no?”

Jimin looked up confused, trying to clear his lust addled brain, his hand still trying to slide between them.

“I don’t understand…” Jimin whispered.

Yunho groaned into Jimin’s ear as Jimin’s hand found its target. Jimin shivered at how big Yunho felt underneath his clothing. He could already imagine the way he was going to feel the next day, ass sore from the pounding that he was going to get.

“Yunho, please,” Jimin begged, “Please let me touch you. I want to feel you…”

Yunho placed his hands on Jimin’s muscled thighs and pulled him forward until he had slid off of the sink completely, holding on until Jimin’s feet were firmly on the floor. Yunho turned him to face the sink and Jimin immediately went to lean over it, spreading his legs and sticking his ass out. Yunho got his first look at Jimin’s plump butt and Jimin watched Yunho’s expression in the mirror as he narrowed his eyes and groaned, his big hand sliding over Jimin’s cheeks but pulling back. Jimin closed his eyes when he saw Yunho’s hand flying downward. Jimin moaned loudly, as Yunho slapped his ass, causing Jimin to rut forward.

“Absolutely stunning, you’re magnificent.” Yunho whispered and he watched Jimin’s butt jiggle from the slap, turning bright pink. ‘Fuck this ass would look so sexy marked up with my flogger,’ he thought.

Yunho’s eyes connected with Jimin’s in the mirror, and he smirked.

“If there’s was enough time, I’d let you ride my tongue for hours with this perfect ass,” he said, his gaze sliding down between Jimin’s cheeks, running his hands them to cup them roughly.

Jimin’s cock jumped as the mental image of doing just that, assaulted Jimin’s senses.

Yunho grabbed Jimin’s arm and pulled him back against his chest. Tonguing the back of Jimin’s earlobe as his hand slid down Jimin’s stomach, he watched the mirror as Jimin’s abs flexed underneath his touch. Jimin’s cock was red and aching, precum leaking from the tip, glistening under the overheard lights. Jimin’s eyes closed but Yunho’s other hand gripped Jimin’s chin, squeezing.

“Look at yourself in the mirror, look how beautiful you are.”

Jimin’s heavy eyelids opened to see Yunho’s reflection staring at him. Yunho looked like a tall blonde devil standing behind Jimin’s smaller form.

“Look at how sexy you are in my hand.”

Jimin’s eyes swept down, and he gasped at the sight of Yunho’s long fingers wrapping around him, stroking slowly where he was using the precum leaking out as a weak lube to make the stroking feel even better for Jimin.

“Yunho, fuck me, please.” Jimin whimpered, his knees feeling wobbly, “I need you in me,” he panted out as Yunho’s strokes started turning faster, his fist twisting around the tip of Jimin’s dick every time he pumped forward.

Yunho kissed up the side of Jimin’s face as his hand slid from his chin down to grasp Jimin’s neck, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to make Jimin start trembling. Jimin’s eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure as he felt Yunho’s fingers tighten onto his pressure points, he could feel this heartbeat thundering against Yunho’s fingers.

“I said to look at yourself, darling” he whispered as he ground himself against Jimin’s ass, both of them gasping at the friction.

Jimin opened his eyes again, and his mouth gaped at how fucked out he already looked when they had barely even done anything. Jimin had a line of hickies running down his heaving chest, his cheeks were flushed red, his hair messed up and his cock was practically drooling as Yunho kept up his steady pace. Jimin could feel his balls start to tingle and he whimpered, one hand reaching to grab ahold on Yunho’s arm and the other going up to caress over his chest and nipples, grabbing his silk shirt and rubbing it over them, gasping at the feeling.

“You look so good for me Jimin, you look so fucking good.” Yunho growled, his hand fisting Jimin faster, his hold stronger.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yunho, please!” Jimin whined out, feeling his orgasm rising within him.

“You’re going to cum just like this,” Yunho’s fingers grasped Jimin’s cock tightly, his hand squeezing harder around Jimin’s neck.

Jimin felt his head start to spin as his toes curled in his boots.

‘Close! M’close!” he was barely able to gasp out.

“Come on darling, look at yourself when you cum for me, watch how beautiful you look when you fall apart in my hand.”

Jimin’s eyes rolled in his head, Yunho’s dirty talk making things five times for intense for him. He squinted his eyes open, and they locked on to where his cock was disappearing over and over again in Yunho’s large hand. Yunho moaned at the sight of Jimin so pliant in his arms and he latched onto the nape of Jimin’s neck with his teeth, just like he has seen the brunette man do. Yunho biting his neck was the straw that forced his orgasm out of him, sweeping him away in waves of pleasure.

“Oh m-my fuck!” Jimin whimpered as his orgasm hit him so hard that he was seeing stars. Jimin watched himself spill all over Yunho’s hand, shooting onto the counter and mirror as Yunho quickly stroked Jimin to completion. Milky white covered Yunho’s hand and he yet he continued to stroke and squeeze, draining Jimin of every single drop of cum that he had in him. After the last spurt was squeezed out, Jimin slumped back against Yunho’s chest, his own chest heaving from the force of his ejaculation.

“That’s my good baby, so fucking good for me.” Yunho murmured as he planted kisses against Jimin’s sweaty temple. “You came so hard for me. So fucking beautiful.”

Jimin gathered his strength to turn in Yunho’s arms, his hand reach down to find the zipper to Yunho’s pants.

“My turn, I want to taste you so badly,” Jimin said, sliding his hand into the front of Yunho’s pants, moaning when he couldn’t even wrap his small hand all the way around the girth. Yunho bucked into his hand, groaning and Jimin was surprised to find himself starting to fill up again at just the thought of having Yunho’s large dick weighing down his tongue.

Yunho kissed Jimin softly, breathing unsteadily and then pulled Jimin’s hand out of his pants, smiling. “Sorry Jimin, I did say no touching.”

Jimin stood in shock as Yunho moved him to the side so that he could wash his hands clean of Jimin’s cum. Looking over his shoulder at Jimin in the mirror, he gave such an adorable smile that Jimin felt his heart flutter again. Turning to Jimin, Yunho helped him pull his pants back up and get his shirt straightened out to the way it was before their sexcapade.

“I don’t understand… don’t you want me?” Jimin whispered, his hidden insecurities coming to the surface before he could stop them. Jimin wasn’t used to be turned down when he put himself out there so ardently. It was the one way he could always count on someone wanting him. Yunho frowned at the change in this beautiful man’s esteem.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said gently, turning to Jimin and slightly bending down so that Jimin had to look him in the eye. “What I want more than anything right now is to is to bury myself into you so deeply that you’ll never take another cock without knowing I was better. I want to stretch you with my dick and fuck into you so hard, so many times, that you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

Jimin blushed at Yunho’s words.

“Then w-why…?”

Yunho smiled sweetly and gave Jimin another one of his toe-curling kisses, his hand big enough that his fingers cupped the back of Jimin’s head, and his palm was on Jimin’s cheek.

“Because when I make you fall apart again and again with my cock splitting you open, it won’t be on our first meeting nor in a bathroom.”

Taehyung plopped down at the table and took several drinks from his bottle of water, his throat parched after dancing so much.

“Where’s Jimin?” Hoseok asked when he realized that Jimin was not on his way too.

“Ah,” Taehyung smiled slyly at the two men at his table, “Jiminie found a very tall tree by the name of Yunho to climb.”

Jungkook looked to the right to see Yunho and Jimin walking quickly to the private bathrooms in the back. He frowned slightly, biting his lip, willing his jealousy to go. ‘Being jealous isn’t going to help anything,’ he thought to himself, his chest aching with the loneliness he felt when he wasn’t in Jimin’s presence.

Hoseok noticed his friend’s gaze and slide a silencing look over to Taehyung who was recounting the details of what had happened out on the dance floor. Seeing the glance, Taehyung looked over at Jungkook.

“Ah…”

Silence descended over the table for a few seconds before the subject was changed.

Hoseok pulled a resisting Jungkook to his feet.

“Come on, time for THE Jungkook to go shake his ass!”

Taehyung cheered along and Jungkook let himself be pulled back, sparing one last glance towards the bathrooms before straightening his shoulders and heading onto the crowded floor

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ggukslov · 8 months ago

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Honey kiss 💋

୨୧ Pairing : bfjungkook x gfReader

୨୧ Genere : smut

୨୧ word count : 2k+

Warning : alcohol consumption, oral (f! receiving), eating out, jealous sex, handcuffs, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, penetrative sex, hickeys, (jk is jealous, protective and possessive af), pet names ( alot cuz I love them, hehe), spanking, aftercare, jk likes to be called daddy, soft jk in the end

Note : this is my first ever time writing smut and something here on Tumblr, I'm shy, and feeling uhm maybe a little shameful after writing this, though I hope you like it, and yes- English isn't my first language so bear if you see any grammatical mistakes. <33

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"Want another glass, honey?" Jungkook asks sipping on his wine.

You are lucky to have a boyfriend like him, always sweet and caring, but when angry, can easily take you to heaven. He's a sex god. No one can ever please you the way he does.

Out of this world.

"Sure" you nods your head, bringing your glass closer to him so he can pour you another glass of wine, so sweet of him to surprise you with candle light dinner when you got home after your hectic day at work. As he pours you another glass, you see his facial expressions change into a slight smirk.

You already had three glass and you started to feel tipsy, "You sure, you can handle another glass? Your face is already red." He caresses your cheek, pulls your chair closer to his. "Mhmm" you nods, reassuring him that you can handle another glass. He chuckles slightly at your short response, looking at you as you eat your pasta.

He gives the glass back to you and you sips on it. Gulping down more wine in your system you start to feel more tipsy. That's when you feel jungkook hand slipping under your dress as he caresses your thigh drawing small patterns. Waiting for your response as looking at your drunk state.

"Baby, do you want to say something?" He asks as if he can read your mind, still drawing small patterns on your thigh. You feel his hand started to get a little firm with each stroke. You finish your glass and put it on the table, so does jungkook. He finishes his pasta, waiting for you to finish yours too. Gliding his hand up and up. "Hmm?" He asks again.

"No kook." You says as you finish your pasta too. Your head started to feel lighter, the alcohol kicking in, jungkook hand firmly grabbing your thigh. "liar! I heard what happened today at your office." You feel him gritting his teeth slowly as he started to draw circles on your inner thigh.

You know what's coming for you.

You stay silent, waiting for him to say something as the heat between your legs starting to grow. "What happened? Why all silent now huh!? Would you like to tell me by yourself or should I do it for you?" He speaks, his voice sounding angry. "Jungkook. I- that wasn't my fault. He was trying to get closer to me but believe me I push him away." You looks up at him, seeing his jaw clenching.

It wasn't your fault. You just went to your office terrace to get some air when you feel someone's coming towards you from behind, slowly snaking his hands on your waist. You turn around to meet taehyung. The man who has a crush on you. He tried to impress you so many times but today it was too much. You rejected him saying that you have a boyfriend and you don't need him to invade your privacy and want to have some distance with him.

"Yeah? Jimin sent me a video of you and him, on terrace. How dare he touched you like that! And why were you rejecting him that calmly? Why didn't you slap him, huh?" Jimin his best friend who works in the same company as you, sure jungkook tells him to keep an eye on you and to make sure that you are taking care of yourself.

"Jungkook, i rejected him. And how I'm able to slap someone at work?" You speak back, proving your point. "watch your mouth, that's not how you talk to your daddy, hm?" He says firmly. The alcohol making you lightheaded. You want to prove that you are innocent and it's isn't your fault at all.

You slightly removes his hand from your thigh. "It wasn't my fault at all, stop blaming me, and you told jimin to keep an eye on me, right? Don't you trust me?" You see his eyes getting dark with each of your word.

He put his hand back on your thigh, this time more firmly. "You know I don't like when someone else gets close to you, and yeah jimin is keeping an eye on you because I need to take care of you." You hears sincerety in his voice, he still looks jealous, he's is protective of you. He doesn't like when any other man looks at you inappropriately.

"And for the way how you speak to me, i should punish you." He stands up from the dining table and you look up at him, your vision slightly blurry of the alcohol. Your skin feeling hot. "Get on the couch, on all fours." He orders as he takes the dishes to the sink.

"But-"

"No buts." He cuts you off, you don't have another choice, besides you are also feeling kinda horny from all the teasing he did.

You walk to the couch, looking at him as he went into his bedroom.

You get on the couch, as he walks back into the living room, with a pair of handcuffs. "Get on all fours, right now." You obeys him and get on your fours, ass facing him. He bends down to your level and lock your hands with handcuffs.

"Now, be a good girl and do as daddy says, got it" you nods. He opens the zip of your dress, sliding down the dress and throwing it on the floor. Leaving you only in your panties.

You got a slap on your ass, which makes you squirm, the burning sensation stays there but he soon kisses the spot where he spanks you. Soon another spank came, makes you shudders. "Keep still." Another spank.

You buried your head into the cushion, the another spank came, and your knees gives up, jungkook helds your waist and kisses on the red handprint. "Good girl. You are doing good." You muffles in the pillow. His kisses sending shivers down your spine.

"Already wet for daddy, huh! Gonna treat you good, gonna mark you up so everyone can see who you belongs to."

Without any warning he slides one finger into your hole making you moan.

He keeps his finger still making you whine, you want some friction so you slightly grind on his finger. But he holds you in place. "Patience honey, did I tell you to ride my fingers, huh?" He slides another finger, stretching you.

"Please jungkook." You speaks lowly face still buried in the pillow as you want him to move. "Please what babe? Hm? Please what? Use your words, open that dirty mouth of yours and tell me what you want me to do." He isn't moving at all, his fingers still in your hole.

You had enough, it's all making you frustrated. You grind on his fingers once again just to get an another spank. "I said, use your words." He speaks firmly.

"P-please- move your fingers, please I want it." As soon as you beg him to give you some relief, he slowly moves his finger in and out of your glistened hole, making you arch your back, another hand grabbing your waist to make you stay still.

"See, it's easy when you use that mouth of yours, you just have to say, and I'll give you everything you want. But-" the pace increases, his hand moving harder, making you buried your head deep into the pillow, the pleasure is making you so good that you don't even know where are you. "Stay away from other men, you are mine, mine to please, mine to fuck, mine to use the way I want. You are mine, my little angel. Right? You are daddy's little good girl, huh?" The pace only increasing. With each word, getting harder and harder leaving you breathless.

You nods, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter with each pump.

"Say that you are mine. Speak louder." His thumb starts tracing your folds, taking you close to your climax.

"Mhm, I'm yours, only yours-" you feel more close to your climax, wanting to cum. "Yeh? Wanna cum?" His thumb rubs your clit. You nods. "Say please, say, use your magical words honey, and I'll let you."

"P-please- daddy- please let me cum, I'll be your good girl, please let me cum."

"Hm! Cum on my fingers, honey." And as he gives you permission, you come undone on his fingers, breathing heavily. He keeps his finger inside, you whine feeling overstimulated. Tries to push his hand away off you. "Uhh- plea-" he pops his fingers out of your hole. Cum dripping on your thigh, his hand coming to your mouth.

"Lick your sweet honey off. Clean my fingers." You obeys and suck on his fingers tasting yourself. "Good girl, you are so good for daddy." You lays on your stomach, he takes out his finger from your mouth and licks off your saliva.

"Already tired? I'm not done yet." Strokes your hair, "you look so good, laying for me like this, breathing heavily. Waiting for me to give you permission so that you can cum. So good, you are too good for me." He kisses your forehead, removes his shirt. You looks up at him lazily, all the alcohol making you thirsty for him.

As soon as his abs are on display, your mouth drools. "Please daddy, please remove these handcuffs, I wanna touch you so bad." You sits up.

He shakes his head, "remember, it's your punishment? You don't have permission to touch me yet." As he removes his pants, leaving himself in his boxers, your eyes went to his hard cock, so prominent, begging for attention.

"Please-"

"No." He gets on top of you, "just lay back down and let me punish you" you lay back on your back, looking at him. He gets on his knees, trailing kisses from your neck to down to your stomach until he stops at where the hem of your underwear is.

He looks in your eyes and smirk, slowly removing your soaked panties from your slick, throwing them on the floor as well. He kiss on your soft bud, and you moan grabbing his hair, eyes closed.

He gives a long lick to your soft bud making your grip tighter on his hairs, grabbing your waist with both hands, he slowly sucks on your clit making you clench on nothing. Licking you whole, his tongue gets in the contact of your sensitive entrance, "you smell so sweet, taste so good uhh-" he groaned, head between your legs as he sucks on yours entrance.

Before you can say anything, his tongue pokes your hole, as he eats you whole, doing his magic to your pussy, making you clench on his tongue, sucking, licking, eating.

You soon feel another wave of pleasure taking you close to your second climax, your hand in his hair tighten. But before you can cum, he removes his mouth from your hole, giving you a smirk, as you whine. "Want to cum again huh?" He removes his boxers, freeing his hard cock. Grabbing and pumping it one or two times, precum already dripping down, you nods desperately.

"Hm? Then-" spreading your legs wider, he pushes his cock inside you, making you moan loudly. "Oh jungkook-"

"Yes baby? Do you like this cock, liking how it taking you to the edge? Wanna cum on daddy's cock?" He thrust back and forth, deeper and harder. You moan loudly as he kisses on your neck, your sensitive breasts and collarbone, getting on your sensitive spot as he sucks hardly, making you shiver in pleasure. You nods again. "Mhm, please. I wanna cum-" the knot getting tighter again.

He fastens his pace as sucks on your neck, leaving dark red hickey on your neck. Whispers in your ear "yeah? Wait till I say so. Got it?" You whine, his pace only increasing, making you clench tight.

"Oh baby, you are tight, i preped you enough but you are still so tight, loving daddy's cock?" You nods desperately. "Yeah- so good. Please let me cum-"

"What did I say? You ain't allowed to cum, wait till I give you permission to cum." It's too much pleasure for you, you can't take it anymore. His animalistic pace only making difficult for you to not cum.

You can't hold it back anymore and you cum without his permission, getting another spank on your ass. "Brat!! I told you to hold it." His movements getting sloppier as he's chasing his own high. Your breathing getting heavier and heavier as you feel another climax.

You whine loudly. "Ah- st-stop, I can't-"

"You can, just 5 more minutes, i know you can, you are my baby, listen to what daddy's saying." He kisses you intensely to making you relax.

He grunts in your mouth as his movements getting sloppier and sloppier with each push, soon he cums inside you, filling you up to the brim, and you cum once again.

A tear fell down your cheeks, he breaks the kiss and kisses your cheek. "You did so good for daddy, so good. I'm proud of you." He kisses your forehead gently, laying on top of you. You whine feeling overstimulated. He chuckles and pulls out of you. His cum dripping on your thigh. "Look, how much mess you made" he gets back down and lick your dripping cum off you, you whine loudly trying to pushes his head, but he only licks you deeper, you grab his hair tightly and pushes his head, he chuckles.

"You taste so good, I just can't stay away." He kisses your forehead once again and grabs wet wipes from the table, cleaning himself and grabbing onto more to clean yourself. you squirm.

"Sorry baby, I'll be gentle, did I hurt you?" He now gently cleans. You shakes your head as you keeps your eyes close feelings sleepy.

Once he cleans you, he uncuffes you and kisses your wrist gently, "you are mine, and only mine, honey, I love you."

He carries you to the bedroom and covers you both in the blanket. Kisses your forehead once again as he snuggles up. "I love you too, jungkook" you mumbles. He chuckles and you both drift off to sleep.

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