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Lucky Sugar Baby

╰┈➤ Summary: Hyunjin is running out of time and money to keep himself steady and stable. Getting desperate he applies and reaches out to be a sugar baby but he won't just go for just anyone, and then he gets a message

╰┈➤ Trope Info: Chan is a Businessman, Felix is a model, Hyunjin Joins felix in being a model and all three of them live together.

╰┈➤ Word Count: 15k

╰┈➤ Pairings: Married Couple Chanlix x Sugar Baby Hyunjin

╰┈➤ Genre: Non-Idol AU, Sugar Baby Au

╰┈➤ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, 3some, marking, hairpulling, big cock, throat bulge, cockwarming, begging, crying, blowjob, unprotected sex, soft sex, one first time, oral (male receiving), anal sex ,overstimulation

╰┈➤ Network: @neverendingdreams-net @ksmutsociety-main @keopihaus

Running low on money makes people want to reach out through desperate measures in order to keep someone afloat so they don't go broke or even completely homeless with nothing for that matter. It was scary and something no one wanted to deal with, but what can you do when your manager keeps cutting off your paycheck and no one else is taking any calls from the endless amount of applications being filled out and sent just to anywhere that claimed to be hiring and then getting nothing in return or being denied every time. And the landlord was running out of excuses to give, and the poor male was getting desperate and even looked for those who had money to give away.

He will do anything, but he still had standards, he wasn’t going to just give away himself for someone lower form his standards. He wanted to know he was secure, not being used like a pet who could have thrown anyway at anytime and that if something were to happen, he could instantly fall back to someone and have at least someone. Already about to get his phone disconnected since he was late on his last payment, but that didn’t stop the last message he got, after nearly 2 weeks of trying his hardest to get an answer. He took a big leap when messaging a profile with a couple who seemed to be happy, but also wealthy. Part of him assumed it was a scam, though the site was reassuring him that no scammers could be on here, since they rely heavily on feedback and verifying the person and any attempts reported to the proper people for fraud.

This couple was looking for someone who not only needed help, but felt lonely and wanted to be with someone, it could be as friends, a sugar couple or even a romantic situation, they were open to anything but of course this would heavily talked about. Not just once but over many times and of course rules would be in place, limits laid down along with restrictions, but the payments would be an easy option, whether in full or in payment plans either way, any debts would get paid off in full. If you wanted to stay with them, then they would invite you to do so, if not they wouldn’t hold it against you and go back to helping others in the same situation, after making sure none of their assets were in danger, they still had enough and if not, they would fix their account and work on making sure everything was still in order and they could bounce back.

Seeing the message, it was hard to say it was fake; it felt real but since it was only one account, the couple would have to introduce themselves while trying to get to know the other person better and seeing where their troubles lie and where was a nice and comfortable place to meet up and discuss more things in person.

Sugar Couple: Hello there Hyunjin! You look very handsome in your profile picture and a thrill to have around and have an intresting conversation with! My name is Felix, the one with the freckles in the current picture next to my husband Chan, don’t let his muscles fool you he is an adorable cuddle bug who loves taking care of people as much as I do. Whenever you can respond please let me know if you would like to meet up and where, if you want a list of places I like to go to then I am more than happy to send you the places and don’t you worry about your appearance for either of places you look at, just come as yourself and I will be there, my husband might come over and join us or call, he works at his office firm but he tries his hardest to come and meet up when I have these talks, and if you want to bring anyone in case you feel nervous or anything to protect yourself don’t feel and for bringing it! I completely understand how you feel when being in this situation and don’t want to get put into a situation you don’t feel comfortable with just because money is involved, we can talk about all of this in person and handle any urgent payments right then and there before anything else bad happens! Please let me know!

Looking at the picture, smiling at the camera with a wide smile. His tan skin shinning with a bright and whole smile on his face, his dark brown eyes shinning with his freckles on display. His long blonde hair looked like it was slightly blowing in the wind during this picture with his small fingers holding up a finger heart, it was hard to see his outfit, but it was clear from the little of showing, it wasn’t exactly cheap to wear. And standing next to him was the taller male who had a bright smile on his face like he was the happiest man on earth.

His long black hair in a mullet, his arms being shown off because of the arm belt he had on one arm, he had to pose for the picture as best he could with his brown eyes trying to shine but it was hard with how happy he seemed in the picture to begin with. And with the respond he got from Felix, it erased any doubts, well not all of them but all of them, but he still sent a response.

Hyunjin: Why thank you so much you two look absolutely in that picture! The beach in the back looks amazing and your husband definitely looks like he enjoys cuddles. I would love that list of places to go or even just a mall but near you, in my area you two would get into a lot of trouble since there have been a lot of mugging attempts and I don’t want to get a bad impression here. I will definitely wear the best I can but it might take me a while to either get to a safer bus stop or just walking, I’ve gotten used to having to take longer walks getting to the places I need to be, sad but I enjoy them!

Sugar Couple: Oh dear I can always come and pick you up in a car, trust me and if anyone ever tried it they wouldn’t like the outcome, I know a mall we can talk at if you like those better? If not, there is this amazing restaurant I’d happily take you to where we can sit outside and enjoy the shade near the larger trees. Their appetizers are amazing and their drinks, even the non-alcoholic ones always hit the spot on a day like this. And thank you for the compliment! I don’t want to seem like I’m flashing too much here, this about making sure you feel comfortable, if you want please send me a good place to pick you up at and what time I should be around, I’ll wave to you with the silver bracelet you see on my arm and peak my head out of the window for you to see me and I will get you out as quickly as possible! If you have any apartments that you want to look at to get away we can worry about all of that, I’m good at using connections to you everything you’re asking for but of course all of that will be discussed when you’re comfortable! Don’t get scared of my voice though, some say my voice doesn’t match my face at all.

Hyunjin looked around the little things he had left, knowing that there was a 30 day notice on his door meaning he was being evicted. His things being sold off, so he had just even a bit of spending money while waiting to get paid yet again a small amount just to make sure he had something to eat. He sent Felix a bus stop that wasn’t too close to where he lived, and the walk was safe for him getting picked up at without someone trying to walk behind him and make the situation even worse than he already was one. Grabbing the one decent buttoned up shirt he had with some ripped jeans and his sneakers, Hyunjin fixed himself as best he could. Looking in the small mirror and giving himself a thumbs up, He took his little bag that ha his ID, his phone that was on its last leg, it had his toothbrush in a bag with his toothpaste still inside, and one other pair of clothes and boxers he could keep along with the small bag of change for the laundry matt a little ways down from where he was staying.

He carried his things with him while leaving the keys on the dirty floor mat before leaving the complex and walking to the spot; he knew it would take a while for him to get there along with Felix. He wondered what would Felix drive when picking him up, or if he was really just about to fall into a trap, at least he wouldn’t be in the situation he was in any longer and could probably start over somewhere else if he were lucky enough to plan out his escapes and everything. It still didn’t erase the doubts he had filling up his mind while he was still trying to remain positive about his situation. But that all seemed to change when he saw a white car pull up, seeing on the driver’s side with the window rolled completely down, there was Felix waving with teh bracelet on as promised. It really was him and he looked even more breathtaking in person.

Stopping the white Mercedes Benz, hyunjin quickly ran over while Felix unlocked the car doors, smiling as he greeted hyunjin while he got in the passenger seat. Looking around the custom made an interior of the white leather seats with the LED lights around the dashboard glowing a soft blue color, the large touch screen allowing for both heated and cooling seats to be turned on to their liking. Even in the back seat there were LED lights on that gave off a little wave pattern while Felix rolled up the tinted windows with the restaurant already in the GPS just so Felix knew he wasn’t going on any wrong turns. After all, he wanted Hyunjin to feel safe and secure in this position and would do his best to make sure it stayed that way.

“Well, Hello there you look amazing! I must say wine red definitely looks good on you and I’m glad to see you’re okay! Do we need to stop anywhere before we reach the destination? I don’t mind stopping anywhere if needed or if we need to pick someone up?”

“You look dashing in this outfit I must say, if we had to stop anywhere I’d new just about everything, my poor phone has so many cracks and the line might get disconnected but please take me to this place, I’m dying to see the view of everything and then after that maybe apartments? Depending on the arrangements you and your husband comes to an agreement to.”

“Ooo, I like you already, speaking like a businessman, oh Chan would love you if he wanted a serious conversation and needed an outside perspective. Let’s get you something to eat and some drinks, tell me anything you would want me to know.”

Driving the car to the place, Felix kept his ears opened while he listened to hyunjin talk about himself for a while, his taste in things but it was mainly out of his reach. But he also loved the smaller things, nothing too big but nothing too small either and he would never settle for less, and he hated how he was having to settle for it, but it also was humbling to him and reminding him not to go too big or he’ll lose the value of all the things he wants. But he also loves to sing and dance, he hasn’t been able to dance in a while and he was mad at the situation but he also loved when he got the chance to do so, showing off sometimes depending on the song but also just enjoying himself. It was how he could express himself not care about if others like it or not.

He got to learn about Felix along the way, how Felix loved cooking and baking, traveling, taking pictures but also enjoyed dancing as well. He used to go to a dancing spot before he got too busy but he also loved singing if he could. Though working in the fashion field was making it hard to do so when he needed to be called for modeling and having to pose for certain things. Felix loved telling the story of how he and Chan met. Felix had gone out to dance somewhere, and although Chan wasn’t the best at dancing, in his own words, the two would meet up at their favorite spot just to either talk about their lives and interest before eventually going on a date. And then many dates later, some arguments here and there regarding work and boundaries, they made it and even got married.

But they arrived at the restaurant, Felix parking his car slightly close, assuring Hyunjin that the front would lock but also watch the car, though trying to even get close would be, plus if anything were to happen they would be notified and if anything were to happen, the place would help pay it off as negligent on their part. But the menu was just as amazing, little picture to go with each description, and the drinks would be amazing to drink, but it also just felt so cozy and warm to cozy here and eat. But of course after eating, it was time to get serious and talk about limits, Felix came prepared for every question, even having a little binder in case Hyunjin wanted to fully look into any of the details regarding each status Hyunjin wanted to try. Of course moving up the ladder was always an option but that would need to be with time and growing closer with each other.

“I brought this binder that has certain rules for whichever status you’re wanting. Of course if you want to move up and go over more things we are more than happy to talk about it, but for now we start off as a distance sugar relationship. You won’t need to give us sex in exchange for now, we don’t mind just having simple conversations but those will only count for in person and if we were to have any business related things, then we would talk about bringing you with, and handling the clothes and whatnot afterwards, but for now all of that will depend on where you want to start off first.”

Handing hyunjin the binder, reading Sugar baby on the title. Hyunjin crossing his leg over the other while leaning back and reading it to see the rules and the starting point. Everything was detailed and explained to avoid any confusion regarding questions that would come up. Anything that was considered being a dire situation and how the payments were going to work. If hyunjin wasn’t alright with giving out his actual bank details, they had an open card and will give him 2 cards, one tied to each partner with a monthly limit of around 10k a month, which may seem like a lot but given how expensive some things can be that can vanish within minutes. And of course Hyunjin would have to ask before just mindlessly spending the money on things, but for now this money was going to be used to pay off any debts and getting him into a better and more comfortable apartment setting before anything else was going to go bad for him.

Reading how detailed all of this was felt more relaxing and reassuring that he found good hands to lie in. Felix sat there with the drink in his hand and was happily sipping away, seeing the look on Hyunjin’s face as the worry wore off and he started to actually relax knowing that most of his questions were going to be answered before he could even sputter them out and have to do anymore explaining then needed and that was making him both happy and relived to see this. Even just for the starting level, it was something simple that anyone could feel secure to understand. Knowing that Hyunjin could start over fresh and not have to worry about debts holding him down anymore and he could get things done and handled it was making him feel more and more relaxed.

“You seem to have everything handled before I could even question to begin with, I Can’t be the first one you’ve talked this through with now can I?”

“Oh! I never wanted to be one of the rich people known for keeping their money and letting it sit and collect dust and only get higher, so after some talking with Chan and setting some things up with others, we got to do this, at first it was rocky but we managed. And if we ever paid off more than we could chew, we would pause our account and make sure everything was back and stable. We would do very thorough background checks to make sure of it and if someone was caught having debts in the more dangerous aspects, you can call me whatever you wish, but both sides get reported and the law handles it. It’s just us trying our best to give back, but also protecting. And of course, like I said when you go up the ladder if you so choose to then some things will be loosen up and whatnot but that will take time. Usually the ones we have helped which so far have only truly been around 5, they stay in the early stage and after everything is paid, and they have gotten comfortable on their feet. We get our cards back, change everything in the logins and everything and we wait a while before starting back up again.”

Felix slowly looked behind him, expecting to see the man coming with the check to pay early or just to confirm the card that was being used was his, or even if him or Hyunjin wanted anything else like dessert or another round of drinks. But what made him smile and sit up quicker was seeing his husband walk through the doors with his business outfit on. A bright smile on his face as he waved over to the pair while walking over. Hyunjin admiring the man walking over with his arms out and embracing Felix in for a tight hug with a soft kiss cheek. His hands wrapping around Felix’s waist to hold him close while being guided back to the seating area for all three of them now. Chan already not wanting anything to eat or drink since he wanted to stay close and enjoy the conversation with the two of them, Meeting Hyunjin’s eyes and offering him a handshake.

“Oh hyunjin this is Chan! He must’ve gotten off early and knew I’d be here since I’m almost never home. Chan this is hyunjin! You mentioned him last night, tell him what you told me!”

“Well one, it’s a pleasure to meet you hyunjin! I told Felix that your hair really looked amazing and I said it would be amazing to play with. I hope I didn’t come too late in the conversation?”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well sir, I try to keep my hair looking nice, and I was just reading the starter binder your husband prepared. I love how easy and relaxing it feels to read it knowing there’s no need to be too worried or questioning for later down the line. It feels very more relaxing.”

“Lixie knows how to calm down just about anyone. If that’s the case and you like the started, is there anything that needs instant payment? Like Schooling debts, any loans? Trust me those will make everything down the line so much easier before they try to add any other fees that you swear were not there.”

With the little juice hyunjin had left, apologizing about the state of his phone. He showed the two larger payments he had which were schooling; he wanted to be a model, but that seemed to be far out of reach, if not that then it was the phone bill, he wanted to get rid of it, but knowing he would rather have a clean record of things being paid off before trying anything and knowing he was taking care of it and not trying to seem like he wasn’t taking care of his things that he worked hard to get. What surprised Hyunjin was how professional the two of them were, not being too fast but Felix handling the card payments, knowing Chan was going to handle more of the other things, he wanted to allow them to have a chance for things before he got attached to Hyunjin.

With most of those paid off, Felix let Chan slowly take over for the more expensive matters, apartments, phones, and anything else that could for that. Hearing how Hyunjin basically had to sell everything just to pay off the very last payment he could, it wasn’t something big, but it was important but everything else had to go or donated before it got thrown away. This was going to a big step, but With the calming look and happy expression Felix gave, and Chan knew for someone to get Felix this happy there had to be something. But each of them would have to take turns for each other’s card and whatnot. It made Hyunjin want to cry when he saw the amount of everything slowly die down to 0.

Agreeing to go with Chan, since Felix had other things to handle at the last minute but was mainly using that as an excuse for the two of them to talk and go over some more things in more details while Chan would also kinda venture off and ramble about some things he loved to do with Felix or some other things. First thing Hyunjin wanted to do was a new phone, knowing he wanted a new line since most of the contacts he had in his phone were just people he didn’t want to talk to. He didn’t want to see them all try to come crawling back to him after seeing he was getting back on his feet and trying to ask him for more things that he didn’t have anymore. He didn’t go for the highest and newest phone, but more so something that felt right in his hand and of course a nicer case that had little chain to wrap around his hand so he could handle it.

Something about this made Hyunjin feel so much more at ease and he loved it. But it also made him curious about the couple, but he would not let that thought come out for now. He wanted to see how things were going to go first off before he did anything else.

Getting used to having two people ready to answer any call for you was something Hyunjin never thought he would happen to him no matter how hard he worked to achieve his dreams and get there. But here he was, sitting in the car with the driver in the front seat, driving him from the penthouse Chan agree to give him after months of talking to a store he loved to go and would often get things for free since the company seemed to love him personally. He grew into this lifestyle but he did his best to take it slow. But most of the time he was with Felix, enjoying how energetic and happy he was around him. Often giving him new things to do and taking Hyunjin with him to open venues to asl Hyunjin on his thoughts on having this for a modeling situation and often wanting to see if Hyunjin liked some of the outfit line ups. Doing this often got Hyunjin noticed from other places, not even having to finish school but he loved it because he got to do his dream, enjoying being a model to have fun with others, explore the world and even meet other fashion design and icons that he often looked up to. It was something special to him after almost knowing the couple for a year.

He was moving up the ladder with them faster than he thought he would truthfully. At first he remembers being so worried about looking like he was greedy or being too stuck up to accept anything from anyone while still trying to prove himself to other people. But with these two, it was something that made him happy and excited to wake up and honestly love himself more. He got to grow out of his hair and talk with people who made it clear they weren’t just talking to him because of the money but because they were honestly enjoying his company and his time. And wanting to take care of him in the best way they knew how and help him feel like himself without having to worry about anything again like ending up on the streets and trying to make ends meets.

Sitting in the back seat while the driver slowly drove up to the main front door, parking the car to get out and open the back door for hyunjin to walk out, letting his boots hit the floor while fixing his black ripped jeans, tucking in his red and light gray sweater with matching red sunglasses. Having the sweater tucked in the front, showing off the black and white belt while shaking his arms, letting the silver bracelet jingle while the driver handed him teh wallet that Felix got him that had both cards. Though Hyunjin was sure he would not be spending a thing while he can see the crowd of people turning their heads. Though yes he should have brought a security with him, but he knew that if anyone tried anything to him, his two amazing partners, as he likes to call them, would handle it while he got to stay home and feel more comfortable.

Holding the wallet and his phone with the chain around his wrist, he thanked the driver and began his strut into the busy mall. Pushing back some of his hair was he did so while ignoring people who tried to talk to him or pulled away if some of them tried to reach to grab him. He knew it was going to look rude, but he enjoyed his personal space when he was out and about alone. He would often wave but almost only that when he was just walking around and thinking of where should he go. Sometimes it was hard when he was by himself but he knew the other two would often get busy while he was still making a name for himself so he would not try to barge himself into their busy schedule’s unless they invited him to join and if not he would find something to keep himself entertained and he would get things done while waiting for them to send a text saying they were free or whatnot.

He was about to take a turn into one of his go-to malls, seeing if he was going to find something good in there that would look good on him and if not he would just keep walking around till, he found something. If not, he would often sit somewhere and try to relax, hidden within some malls and would only call someone to come and get him if the walk was too far from the house he was staying in. Sometimes it was dangerous other times he enjoyed the walk just to look around and enjoy himself more like nothing else mattered in the moment. But what surprised him was feeling his phone ring, meaning one of them were calling him. Holding up the phone while walking around Verace, he had a smile on his face as he pushed up the sunglasses and answered without even looking at the name.

“Hello? Is this Chan or Felix?”

“It’s Chan, what are you doing right now? I was about to pick you up at the penthouse.”

“Well, I’m at Verače right now, I just got here and was looking around. What were we about to do? I thought you had a really long meeting that you were dreading for as long as you could?”

“It was over and done with given how I told them if they were here to waist my time trying to get me to buy another failed business only for them to come crawling back when I got it back to being successful I wasn’t here for it.”

“Oh my, that already sounds annoying. And how were we going to help with that, hm? Is Felix still on in Italy for something?”

“Yes, he just landed and already wants to come back home but he has several things to do, I wanted to see if you wanted to go to a dinner party with me? You know that really large building kinda tucked in the forest's entrance with the large garden, pool and like its own restraunt area in the backyard?”

“That place always looked amazing from afar! You got invited to attend that? Holy shit.”

“I did, and I wanted to see if you wanted to go shopping together. But I’ll meet you there and we can walk around. How about that?”

“I’ll be waiting in my favorite chair looking for you, Channie~.”

Softly twirling around and sitting on the chair, Hyunjin looked out the store windows while looking at images of the place Chan was taking about. That place would always hold things and he could only imagine how the inside of the place looked because of the heavily tinted windows to only where people from the inside could see the outside. People would say gossip about what happens in there but he wanted to be the one who wanted to what else was inside of there and be there to experience it for himself. It made him curious about what he could wear if there was a certain theme he needed to follow. How did he get so lucky?

Lowering his phone and looking out the window again, he smiled and waved when he saw Chan walk up to him. His hands in his pockets while he got closer, observing hyunjin get back up from the white chair and walk to the entrance opened doors, smiling and letting himself get embraced in Chan’s big arms and hugging him back. Moving his arms up to his shoulders and staring at him with a smile on his face, moving his sunglasses up to rest on his head while Chan let his hands rest on Hyunjin’s waist, the two of them used to people taking pictures and trying to make rumors online, but they would all get a clap back with the reminder that they don’t need to know everything that goes on in people’s lives and they would continue to enforce that line and take action if people were trying to cross that line.

“Have you seen anything you wanted or did you wait here for me?”

“I waited, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to look around till you called me. What’s the theme for this meeting him?”

“We all have to either wear a deep shade of red, or make black and white look great. There isn’t a specific theme we have to follow.”

“Hm… Then I know the perfect thing for you to wear.”

“Then by all means, lead the way.”

Being okay with the close touches, Hyunjin would trace a finger on his upper arms and tilting his head to the side with a smile on his face. Chan would often smile and on the rare occasion, he would get close and it would look like the pair was kissing each other, something Hyunjin wasn’t sure if it was okay. Sure he had moved up the ladder but none of them talked about doing anything sexual yet.

But he took Chan’s hand and walked to the back of the mall for an outfit; it was still a black and white suit but it had something different. He often saw the suit a couple times when he would come in here alone but wouldn’t get it because it wasn’t his style and he didn’t know if the other two had something or if he was giving them the same outfit twice with nothing more to give. Chan Followed behind him with a smile on his face till Hyunjin came to stop and held up the suit he was talking about, it was a white satin shirt with a black vest with very light gray lines with a dark gold knot for the tie that had spikes on the side, they wouldn’t hurt, but with the outfit on Chan, Hyunjin knew it would look amazing on him. Especially with the long black coat that would go with it.

Hyunjin held it up with a smile on his face while keeping it closer to Chan’s chest, he could see the vison and he knew it would look great, but he also knew that if Chan wanted to try it, they could wait to see it. Chan watched him do so, scanning his face with a soft smile on his face as he watched Hyunjin get excited. It was almost hard to even say no to a happy and excited Chan like this.

“I think this would look way better on you then it would me. Especially with the coat if it was windy or cold.”

“Oh yeah? I trust your judgement on that one. We still need to get you something before the end of the night, it starts around 8pm.”

“What time does Felix get done? You know he loves giving the phone calls.”

“Even they don’t know since everything is going to be about setting up, getting to know the area and the walks. But I promised I would be awake when they called and tell them about the day if you were asleep.”

“Awe like I’d ever miss those talks. If you’re trusting me on this one, then I know the perfect outfit I’d want to go with the deep shade of red. I planned on getting it if I saw it today.”

“Then let’s go get it, shall we?”

Twirling Hyunjin around, Chan watched as Hyunjin smiled before walking over to the outfit. The deep red suit that would show off some of his chest, but not all of it. Having some buttons on the side with some matching pants. hyunjin loved it and gladly picked it up, facing Chan with his excited smile while holding it close. Making sure nothing was hitting the ground even though he knew this place always made sure that everything was cleaned, even the floor just to be safe so no one could ever get sick or anything in that matter.

With the same soft smile on his face, Chan walked ready to pay, but with the owner of the store being there, he didn’t let either of them pay for anything. After all a prince doesn’t need to pay for anything, if he wanted it then he was going to get it no questions asked and if others had a problem with it, then they could simply talk and then leave, the owner had better things to deal with and doing any of this was just not one of them. With the bags in hand, the two walked out holding hands together, Hyunjin having a bright smile on his face while Chan had a softer smile on his face while watching Hyunjin have a happy skip in his step. Wanting to look around more to look at any accessories. But he knew Chan would make sure he got the best of the best. If anything Hyunjin would walk out with something new on him regardless who he went with.

It was around 30 minutes before the pair walked out with more bags in hand while walking to the car Chan brought; it had enough room for the bags because hyunjin, or at least the both of them were walking out of there with more things than they had in mind, but Chan would never complain. Opening both doors for Hyunjin to set his bags in and for Hyunjin to get in the passenger seat next to him. Hyunjin had his own passenger seat for different cars that he could be in. Often having pink fur on the seats with a mirror to make sure his hair looked good, a charger and cup holder and he could pick the music if they allowed him to. He loved it along with his seat warmer and cooler. Yes, he had his own car, which was rare for him to use unless he was driving somewhere and he didn’t want anyone to follow him around or he just wanted to go on the drive himself.

Sitting in the chair, crossing his legs over while Chan got in the driver's side, letting Hyunjin pick the music but not having something on too loud so the two of them could talk about more random things. Since he knew Hyunjin enjoyed listening to anything work related knowing both of them enjoyed talking about it before getting into the drama bits of it. He would often try to get more invoked in it but he also knew that Chan didn’t want Hyunjin to be spotted yet, because he knew some wouldn’t think much of it but others would let it take over thier work and Chan didn’t like to fire or reprimand people for letting the work drama fill up and mess with their work schedule and deadlines. He would have to figure out what to do before everything came down to a crash, and he wasn’t ready to deal with that.

“When we get ready, I have something I would to give you. And no, none of the others have worn it before so yes you’ll be the first to wear it.”

“Oh really? Lucky me. What is it? Or is that a surprise?”

“A Surprise because I want to see your Genuine reaction to the note we wrote with it. After that, we’ll have to leave before the long line of cars happen and as fun as that can be the opening is something you need to see before it gets full of people and I’m not letting you miss that for the world.”

With a bright smile, Hyunjin held Chan’s free hand and gave it a soft squeeze before the two of them came to a stop. Chan looked over to see the soft sparkle in his eyes with an excitement written all over his face. Chan wanted to spoil things for him, to leave over and give him a kiss but he knew that seeing the actual reaction would be better. So for now he just had to make himself wait while taking hyunjin to his favorite Ice cream as promised. IF hyunjin ate something good before going shopping and took a picture to show Chan then he would take him to get some ice cream, and that’s exactly what he did with a smile on his face. Watching Hyunjin get excited to get his favorite ice cream. Often letting hyunjin reach over to get the ice cream after Chan would give everyone a tip for working hard enough and making sure it was handed out to everyone.

With there being nowhere else Hyunjin or Chan wanted to go just yet, saving their energy for the big night. Chan took them to his house with Felix and parked the car, parking the car in the garage since he wanted to drive a different car when it was going to be for tonight and maybe see if Hyunjin wanted to pick another car to be driven in.

Then he would watch Hyunjin lean over to hold his ice cream and carefully sit back in his seat, making sure to not make a mess and would happily eat and would sing along with any random song that would come on from his playlist while happily eating. Chan often smiling wider while seeing Hyunjin out of the corner of his eye. Everything always felt better whenever Hyunjin would get his favorite ice cream knowing that there was nothing anyone could do to take it away from him and he would let no one do anything to take it away from him. They would have a fight that none of them would be prepared to handle because Hyunjin does not and will never play about his ice cream when he’s serious about it.

Pulling to the circle driveway with Hyunjin still finishing his ice cream, a smile on his face while Chan parked the car in the garage, knowing hyunjin would want to pick a different car to be taken to the event later and he was curious of which car he would pick, but he knew better to wait for this and he would. Parking the car and letting the butlers come and get the bags, Chan telling them which bags belonged to who and where to take them. Taking to the guest room where Hyunjin would stay at sometimes. Having the small penthouse to stay when the other two would be too busy to stay in the large house and Hyunjin didn’t want to be left alone in such a large place with no one to really talk to. So having a small space to himself felt better and more relaxed.

Hyunjin skipped inside, throwing away the empty cup of ice cream while wiping his face. Softly humming while turning to look at Chan, who was walking inside with his hands in his pockets. Hyunjin said he was gonna make sure everything in the guest room was ready before they would have to leave and get ready and Chan was more than okay with that. Watching Hyunjin walk up the stairs before his phone rang, it was from Felix. He must’ve had the free time he needed and wanted to see how things were going. Mainly wanting to check on Chan to see if the surprise was still going to happen the way they talked about for a while now and even before Felix had left to Italy for this show.

“Hey dear, how is everything?”

“Busy as always but we have some time before we have to go over more things. Did you spoil anything yet? Did you get any pictures? I know Hyunjin loves shopping by now before getting to do anything.”

“I told you I was going to do my best to make sure nothing got spoiled and so far I’m doing great, I think after organizing his closet some more he’s gonna swim for a while before like 5, you know he enjoys his long baths and making sure he looks his best. It’s no wonder more model recruiters have reached out to him and I’m honestly so happy to see that.”

“Awe you sound so happy. Is the note gonna be ready? I know I wrote my part, but I wanted to know how yours was coming.”

“I finished it, I’m sure Hyunjin will love it and I added he can ask questions when we get in the car. Since the driver won’t be able to hear anything and I’m making sure we get there early. Which is why I’m happy the place doesn’t open the doors till 7:30, we’ll be there before anyone else can get there.”

“Don’t shake the bed too hard and make sure to video call me! I wanna see it too.”

“Yes dear, I’ll make sure to video call you. Now please take care of yourself. Did the guards get to come for you? Do I need to send anything to you?”

“No dear, I have everything and saw the villa you got me. You did amazing and thank you for making sure I’ll be okay, now please be safe, I love you so much and I can’t wait to say it to our little sassy baby.”

Slowly walking out the in-floor tub, Hyunjin grabbed his favorite soft towel and got himself dried off as best as he could. Softly humming a random tune in his head while making sure everything was dried, he kept his hair in a high bun to make sure nothing got wet because he didn’t want to take forever drying his hair when they needed to get ready to go before the line and traffic was going to get bad. Though he was going to be happy that no paparazzi were going to barge in and make things more difficult than it already was.

After making sure he dried off well, and then adding his favorite lotion everywhere while making sure his face felt soft. He Slowly letting down is hair and messing with it, trying to make it feel messy but not too messy like he just woke up. He wanted some of his hair to stay on his shoulder and the rest to stay back to show off his face and the cut eyebrow. It was something he liked and enjoyed showing off now and then. Looking at the outfit and slowly getting it on besides the shoes, he wanted to see if he wanted to go with boots or heels just to hear the click. Saving most of his accessories to see what Chan had gotten him as just the surprise. Though he kept the earrings simple along with the bracelet. Looking in the full mirror and smiling to himself, he looked good, and he knew it.

So he walked out of the room and looked at his bed, where he saw a small red velvet bag with a note resting aside. Trying to not be too nosey about the bag, he walked over to the note and slowly picked it up, since it seemed like it was more than just one piece of paper. ANd he wanted to know what was so important that he wasn’t told about it sooner or even during the car ride back home?

Dear Hwang Hyunjin, this note is set up into two sections from both me, Felix, and Chan. We wanted to give you each a personalized note and what better time than a special dinner? I’m doing mine first since I know I won’t be there to see your reaction unless you call me afterwards. Trust me the lines for events like these to get the first look is long and I don’t want you to feel bad about anything because I care for you. Out of all the five people we’ve helped to get back on their feet, you're the first one who makes me and Chan feel like we’re in love again, but it’s not us who’s falling in love with each other anymore. It’s us falling in love with you, enjoying seeing you get excited about getting things or coming with us to explore the world knowing you can easily relax and tell us anything and know we’ll always listen. Even though it’s been almost an entire since we agreed to this and to some it feels like we’re moving too fast. But we spend almost every day and as someone who’s been married for this long, I know what love feels like because I get the same feelings I do when I see Chan just being his silly self and I know you’ve seen it too and couldn’t help but laugh. Trust me None of us are going to be mad and we knew better. Out of all the books I made to make sure I was prepared for this, but you’re the first to make us want to do more things than just spend time with you and actually want to do more… things a couple would. I know for me I want to kiss you; I want to hold you in my bed when Chan has to stay over or is making sure everything is safe or even when he comes home late. I want to call you pretty, call you mine even if I have to share you. I want to do a lot of things with you, but if you don’t want to take this step, just know all of us understand. We won’t let that change everything and will still take care of just the same as before. Don’t feel pressured to agree to this, because I rather you fully want this then feel like this was your way of payback. If you want this call me after or tell me whenever I call you. Now the second one is Chan’s, I hope if you're crying then its happy tears.

Hello there Hyunjin, I take it you read Felix’s note first, trust me he really has a way with words and can make just about anyone cry at his words although he never admits it. But he can express this better than I can. You are amazing to be with all the time. I want to kiss you whenever I see you smile, or whenever I see you twirl around or get excited to see me and run to me. It means a lot to me you feel comfortable with this before we just assume you are without expressing ourselves. Because it was something to me, As for the gift, it was a custom necklace me and Felix gave insight to and wanted to give you. If you wear it, this means that you agree and you truly want this. And if not I understand I won’t be mad if you didn’t want to accept this. Either way, we enjoy having you and I’d never want to make you feel uncomfortable or feel you have to agree to anything. I can’t wait to see you after we get ready for anything.

Trying to blink away the tears he could feel coming down his cheek with a bright smile on his face. Wanting to run down and Hug Chan himself but he wanted to make sure he looked his best. Now this was definitely the reason to wear heels just to have a confident step and walk. Holding the notes close to his chest with teh smile, softly bouncing some before peaking in the bag and slowly taking out the large glass box holding up a red necklace. The silver chain that would rest nicely and let the red rubies sit on his chest and on his shoulders. It was perfect for now. Carefully clipping it on and fixing his hair and then walked around to get his shoes on. Softly smiling as he twirled himself around. He knew he was going to turn heads just by walking inside and knowing people were going to be looking at him. And he knew he was going to make it work even as he walked out of the room and down the hall to the staircase, where he could see Chan softly swaying around waiting to hear his shoes hitting the staircase.

And hearing his shoes come down fast took him off guard, turning around to see an excited hyunjin wearing the necklace, running down the stairs to run and jump into Chan’s arms. He saw the necklace shinning as Chan held him, a smile right on his face as he held hyunjin and twirled around some. Carefully setting down Hyunjin just to see his reaction. The two of them staring at each other knowing their looks were doing more of the talking rather than the words themselves. Feeling the tense leave his body while holding hyunjin close, knowing that tonight was going to be a rather intresting thing. It was something fun and he couldn’t wait to see how the rest of the night was going to go. Holding Hyunjin hand they walked to the garage and let hyunjin pick teh car, the driver being ready to grab the keys and make sure everything was going to be ready.

Hyunjin wanted a car with enough back space for the two of them to enjoy themselves. Walking to one with a black wrap around the car and smiling, the driver picking the keys and Chan opening the door for him to get inside. Hyunjin sitting on the passenger back side with his legs crossed and smiling widely while waiting for Chan to get in the car. Leaning his hand on the middle seat while seeing Chan get in the car and looking over at him. There was a divider between the front and the back of the car, meaning no one could hear anything unless the driver opened the little sliding door.

“I take it reading those notes made you excited to run downstairs hm? I thought I was gonna fall.”

“I mean how could I say no to the two of you! I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be pushing boundaries since you two are a married couple and I don’t want to be slipping my way or making the other one jealous but to see that just made me happy and made every worry I had wash away. Though I must say what about me really made you two agree, I’ve done a lot of things in public that were something else I’m sure.”

“When you’ve been married for so long you can tell the feeling of love for someone, even if all their doing is dancing in the kitchen at around midnight with nothing better to do. And there is nothing wrong with that in the slightest dear I can promise you that. We just wanted to take things slowly at first before trying to do anything else with you just to see what your intentions were. If you didn’t want to do anything romantic or sexual with us we were going to be completely fine with that no questions asked. It’s your choice.”

Smiling even more, Hyunjin held his hand and gave it a soft squeeze while the car drove off to the venue. Hyunjin sitting with his legs crossed while Chan held his hand the entire time, watching Hyunjin look out the window to see everything, the long drive path to even get up there was closed off by a gate where only hired drivers had access to the code, to make sure no one had given out the code as a favor to their friends when no one prepared for any unwanted guest. Watching the trees slowly get bigger to hide the building, the bright marble walls with the black pillars. The flower display standing tall showing off the growing sprouts with the stone walkway leading to the front door, most of the time it would be covered by those wanting to take pictures to show off, but of course there are staff there to keep people going kindly in order to stop a large hold up before being able to walk inside to a nice red carpet that was steamed cleaned beforehand. Chan had only been here twice, both were invite only and he could bring Felix along, or he simply stated he wasn’t going. Going there turned out to be the best place to meet more people to get more deals with other companies and it help Felix grow when he was struggling for a while.

But Chan wanted Hyunjin to see the backyard before it would be full of people. The inside was just as grand, The chandelier lighting every corner with small sparkles showing off here and there. The stairs leading upstairs had the same red carpet to make sure no one would trip on anything with the guard railing to hold on to on both sides just in case. After all there would be drinks here, but the staff would do their best to make sure no one went home too drunk, after all the drivers can’t carry them inside and the guards to some of their houses would have a field day with this.

Unlike Chan’s house, this place had an entirely separate building in the backyard for the large pool with its own water slide, bar, and upstairs for more relaxing and in case they wanted to play some more music but those were for the summer events and those would rarely happen given the times. But Chan enjoyed this slow time because he got to let Hyunjin walk around the freshly watered flowers before the water dried up. Of course no one could take them home, though many have tried to pay their way into doing so it would never work out in their favor. But the sunset, which was the main reason Chan wanted to make sure they got here early before everything got off in full swing. Chan got to show off how the sun set in the large garden. No buildings to get in the way, no loud sounds to disturb the moment. Just him watching Hyunjin look over, the sun giving his skin a different glow than normal.

The sun shinning in Hyunjin’s eyes, the way his smile was soft yet gentle. Standing with his hands in his pockets to keep himself from touching anything. Chan had to get a picture, for himself and for Felix when he had the chance to send it. What made the pictures even more stunning was when Hyunjin slowly looked over, his smile getting wider, more genuine when he saw Chan smiling while trying to take a picture, but also trying to make it not look obvious what he as doing. But seeing that smile, the way his eyes were shinning at him, there was no sadness in his eyes or in his face. There was just the glowing happiness that seemed like it would never fade away with where he was. The necklace even shinning as the sun set more and the moon slowly risen.

“I hope those pictures turned out great. The wind was picking up.”

“These pictures turned out beautifully, some would assume it got staged, or I hired someone to take the pictures for me. Look.”

“You should definitely send these to Felix, think he would call or spam text?”

“Depending on the time, and if he’s allowed to then, yes. But, sometimes he gives a quick reaction before calling me when he’s opened to ask about the moment. He loves pictures like these and would beg for these to be framed around the house when you stay over. And to take with him on his trips if he can’t take you.”

The party was mediocre at best, though yes Hyunjin got what he was thinking of, some more numbers to cal or to ask Felix about when he returned. He was more focused on Chan when they would walk around or dance when they felt like it. But what turned the party around was when during one dance, Hyunjin took a risk by pulling his tie closer, their lips just barely fully touching each other before continuing to dance like nothing happened, he was hoping Chan would react sooner but Chan waited till it was just a little past 10, most people would have left and no one would make such a fuss about leaving the party a little too early for him to hear about in the morning. But the bad part was waiting in the car, Chan bouncing his leg like he was waiting but keeping a soft grip on Hyunjin’s hand but never letting go. If he looked over, he would kiss him like there was tomorrow and the driver still needed to return to his home before they could do anything. It was torture, Hyunjin thinking Chan would do nothing while walking in the house, walking to the living room after slipping off his shoes only to be turned around on the wall and met with a rough, yet passionate kiss. Chan’s hands resting on his hips as he did so with no halt in his movements.

Letting out a soft gasp before letting himself melt in the soft yet firm grip, Hyunjin felt his hands move up to Chan’s shoulders, trying to pull on the already falling cloak of his while trying to get the cloak off. He wanted to throw it off and get folded over, but he knew better. Chan having pulling away, letting out a long out breathe while leaning his head back, leaning down to grab Hyunjin’s hands and wrap them around his waist, keeping hyunjin against the wall before walking up the stairs, Leaning his head back to allow Hyunjin to leave kisses while letting out soft whines before getting dropped on the soft bed. Chan closing the door and tossing off the cloak and throwing it to the side along with the tie, kicking off his shoes and crawling over hyunjin, who was struggling to unbutton his shirt before letting his eyes close and feeling Chan kiss him once gain.

His hands traveling up to his chest to unbutton the shirt, trying to take it off to remove any forms of covering up anything for the two of them to just feel close to each other. Chan keeping control of the kisses while his hands slowly moved up to remove hyunjin’s top with one hand, the other one carefully squeezing his hands around hyunjin’s throat. Slightly pulling away just to hear Hyunjin’s gasp. Chan’s gaze staying on Hyunjin, watching his eyes roll back slightly, Chan having a smirk on his face as he watched hyunjin try his hardest to keep his eyes opened and staring at him. Feeling small but also excited under his gaze. HIs lips parted while his gaze stayed locked on the man in front of him. Wanting to see what else he would do to him in such a state. Even with all of their clothes still on, he was curious to how this would work.

“Tell me, what would you like me to do like this? If you tell me to do anything, you trying to walk would fail. Tell me hwang, I want to hear you beg for it.”

“I want you to leave every kind of mark, make it known that even when Felix gets here and wants a turn I can’t walk because of you. I want my voice gone. That is what I want!”

His voice dripping with need, his hands trying their hardest to get access to any open and unknown skin to him just to feel. To melt under him and Chan just had the biggest smirk on his face, knowing he could do anything and it would work. But he was also going to take care of hyunjin given how this would be his first time having sex with someone, and he was going to make sure Hyunjin felt special during it, even if he had more experience under his belt. He still wanted to make sure Hyunjin felt loved under him. Chan made sure he had a pillow to stay under him, knowing it was going to be a long ride and he was going to be doing most of the work, that doesn’t mean that hyunjin won’t need something to grab onto. Even if there was very little for him to grab onto.

Moving his hand away, Chan leaned closer to his neck, leaving dark yet passionate hickies on him, slowly getting closer to his shoulder blade and chest. Chan loved to admire, to worship the person under him to allow them to feel like they’re entering the clouds and staying there. His kisses trailing down his chest while his large hands gently caressed Hyunjin’s thighs. Letting his hands stay in his messy hair, softly tugging some to the side while letting out soft hisses of each kiss he felt, wanting to buck his hips up to feel more. Letting his legs get moved around while staring down to Chan’s. Trying to keep the hair out of his face so he could stare and admire the entire time.

Falling against the bed, his thighs being lifted to Chan’s shoulders, Chan staring down at hyunjin like a hungry predator finally about to eat a meal it’s been dying to eat after being starved a meal for so long. He knew he needed to stretch out hyunjin first; he wasn’t about to rush it just yet. Licking a couple of his fingers, he leaned over, softly leaving kisses on Hyunjin’s shoulder again as his favorite spot, letting hyunjin’s soft hands aimlessly on his back.

“I’m going to stretch you out, scratch me, pull my hair or anything, I’m going to be doing this for a while to make sure you feel used to it, and nothing feels weird.”

Nodding his head, Hyunjin watched him carefully slide in one finger, staring him down, seeing how Hyunjin’s eyes closed quickly while his breath hitched. It was something new to him, and his body was trying to stay still, but trying to let himself still move just a little. Trying to look at Chan through his hair while trying to nod his hair, letting him know it was okay to add more after letting another finger slip through to stretch him out. His voice was getting higher, he wanted to squirm, but the look Chan gave him. The look of trust me, let me take care of you and everything will be alright. Even if words couldn’t reach out into each other’s ears. Letting out tiny whimpers, eyes staying closed while his head shook side to side. Some of his hair getting in his face while his arms gripped onto Chan’s forearms, not as tight as he could, but he was getting close to it.

Chan knew he needed to be loose enough, when Chan can let loose without having to worry about anything. Knowing that the person he loved is there, that their okay under his hold, he can do just about anything and take care of them the way they deserve to be. But he always had to wait a while before doing so. But the grin on his face was getting wider, more lust filled while he stared down at Hyunjin, seeing his eyes stay on him as much as they could before pulling his fingers away. Naturally hyunjin let out a whine, the empty feeling had him craving more, but how does one say they want more of something they never felt before till now? How does one get that when they’ve never had the feeling before?

“This part is going to hurt less after my fingers, but you control when I can go in, and when I can move, understand?”

With a quick nod, Hyunjin felt himself get more excited, seeing Chan get him as carefully as possible. Keeping both his hands on Hyunjin’s hips while keeping himself upright, his legs around his waist he slowly pushed in the tip. Staying still at first while he watched Hyunjin’s expression’s closely. How his mouth parted open to let out an airy gasp at the feeling. His knuckles gripping the sheets as he let out a hiss along with a moan. The way his body stayed arched back but Chan could only stay still. Biting his lip while looking down with his head tilted to the side a bit. He wanted to move, to watch Hyunjin squirm under him while hearing his voice scream for him like there was no tomorrow waiting for him. But he knew better and stayed as still as he could.

“More…More…” He watched Hyunjin’s face while adding more, seeing his eyes roll back while Chan stayed inside of him completely. He wanted to move, letting out a content groan, his arm shaking trying to keep himself under control while watching hyunjin slowly want more, asking for him to move slowly. His whimpers being high with his breath hitched before he looked at Chan. His mouth hanging opened just a little while he collected himself. Giving him a nod, he wanted more. He wanted to see Chan go wild and make sure there was a way he was going to walk or talk tomorrow even if he wanted. But something about that made him more excited. Seeing the look on Chan’s face with that dark smirk.

Staying still, Chan moved his legs back up to his shoulders, he knew it was the best angel to hit, and he wanted to watch Hyunjin beg. His hands on either side of Hyunjin’s head, while leaning down just enough to see him before letting his hips move at a rough yet fast pace. Seeing Hyunjin’s eyes widen while he let out a loud moan. Chan’s smirk growing into a smile while he watched Hyunjin’s hands try to grab onto anything just to have something to grip while his eyes rolled back. His mouth staying open wide the entire with a mixture of pants and moans leaving his mouth. Chan knowing where he was hitting was just driving him crazy, and he had the perfect pace to make Hyunjin a mess.

The way his head was trying to move and his back was arching, the mess of whimpers and moans coming for him. The broken record of Chan’s name being repeated with no end in sight. Chan’s hair staying back while Hyunjin’s hair was stuck to his forehead. Feeling the strands stick to the side of his face while Chan got to admire the masterpiece in front of him knowing that Hyunjin would go nowhere. That alone was enough to make Chan leave random kisses on Hyunjin’s chest. Staying there just to feel the touch of Hyunjin’s hands in his hair and on his back. It was always his favorite thing to have scratches from Felix whenever they did this. Knowing that no one could ever see his back unless he took his shirt off around his lovely husband and knowing that there was nothing anyone could do about it.

“Chan please don’t stop please! Holy shit how does Felix walk away from this!”

“Who said I let Felix walk after this? You think you’re going to feel your legs after this when I’m down with you?”

Licking the left side of Hyunjin’s throat, earning a breathy loud and drawn-out moan from the younger male. He let out a groan of his own feeling Hyunjin Squeeze around him. He was getting close, making it hard to move but also enough to make him feel amazing. He was making sure Hyunjin felt good and seeing his body rock back and forth, seeing him bounce from that was enough for him to make sure this first release was going to be amazing. Moving one hand back to make Hyunjin look up at him, his eyes fluttering opened as the two locked eyes. hyunjin trying to keep himself sitting up on his shoulders while feeling Chan’s thrust get sloppy and the sound of skin slapping getting louder. He knew he had to be coming, and it was going to be intense.

“Come on pretty boy, cum for me. Don’t hold back anything, not even your sounds. Cum for me and let your body react the way it needs to. That will definitively make you feel you’re laying on clouds.”

“Chan, chan chan chan!”

Letting his body react the way it needed to, hyunjin felt himself crumble back against the bed. His legs shaking while trying not to kick Chan, his back arched while his arms shook with his hands gripping the sheets so hard that they turned white on his knuckles. The loud broken moan followed by high pitch pants as he came down from his high, feeling himself get full made his eyes flutter closed while he laid there. Trying to stay awake and open his eyes back up. But it was impossible, his head leaned to the side and his breath getting more steady. Chan knew what was about to happen as he slowly pulled out. Walking to the bathroom and getting a warm towel with enough soap to get him cleaned off. Softly humming to himself as he grabbed his phone and took a picture of hyunjin asleep, sending it to Felix with the next message saying.

“This was worth every second. You’ll enjoy driving him crazy, lixie bunny ;).”

“Here you go sir, would you like your receipt?”

“No thank you, have a great rest of your day!”

Holding the small black bag, hyunjin was quick to walk to his own car trying to keep his head up like there was nothing wrong with him. The discreet bag in his hands while he slowly got in the car, setting the bag in the passenger and making his way back to the main house. He moved a couple days after and slowly moved in most of his things. It only took a while because the couple allowed him to decorate the spare room upstairs before doing so. Knowing that trying to move things into the couples already large room was going to make it feel cramp with everything, especially in the bathroom and Hyunjin didn’t want to go through that when trying to find a room that felt more like him.

He picked one of the spare rooms upstairs; it was large with its own balcony just like there room. Having a large walk-in closet where he could organize things better, his larger bathroom with a shower big enough to fit all three of them along with the tub that had its own tv and speakers in case he wanted to play music to relax. The carpet was replaced with something more fluffy when he walks barefoot; the curtains were a dark red with a golden robe to keep them pulled to the side and closed when Hyunjin was sleeping or when he was away. His own large circle bed against the left wall so he could look out the windows without having to turn his head so much to stare out there, his favorite pillows neatly stacked on the bed with his tv mounted on the opposite wall.

He loved his room, being able to add things whenever he pleased to and making it his own space that no one could just walk in and destroy. He recently added a clear circle table with a pink rounded chair, his own deck with all kinds of penciled, pens, markers, and things to draw with when he felt motivated to draw things or design whatever came to mind. His closet doors with golden knobs. He loved it.

But during a night like this, he wanted to sneak to try something. After his adventure with Chan months ago, he wanted to practice more. But he didn’t want to ask Felix, he didn’t know how to do it because he didn’t know how Felix would react to it. So he wanted to practice on something he could use. And since it was late at night, Felix had gone somewhere with Chan, and Hyunjin was left home alone now. Parking his car in the same spot as before so no one would notice that he left and hide the key's in the same spot before quietly making his up to his room. He wasn’t sure if anyone was home, since often everyone was quiet walkers and sometimes he would have to rely on knocks on the door.

Closing his door and closing the curtains’, turning on the tv so he didn’t get scared of every noise, he took out the purple dildo from the bag, hiding the bag somewhere along with the box while he looked it at. It wasn’t too long or thick, but it also wasn’t too small for him. He wanted to try two things with this, sucking it and riding it. He wanted to surprise Felix with something but he also knew he had little experience from it and just watching Porn videos would not do much because he wanted to feel it for himself. So he got himself comfortable in his bed, he wasn’t completely naked. He was wearing a loose buttoned shirt with the shirt opened and wearing a skirt with his favorite socks, he always thought the outfit was cute and wanted to try it. But he wanted to be sure if he liked it before trying to use it on either of the pair. So this was trying to test it out himself before trying to accomplish anything else.

Sitting on his knees with the bed, he sucked it off, holding the base with his hands and trying to get himself to relax and close his eyes. He knew he could not make himself do it any faster like this, he would try nothing but he was still nervous about it. A random video was playing and wasn’t trying to have it blasting in case the couple came home and they were tired. And Hyunjin wanted to keep himself focused on what he was doing. Getting his tongue used to swirl around it while learning how to breathe with something like this in his mouth. One hand keeping him steady while gripping the sheets under him, every time he would gag he stopped, trying to regulate himself before slowly picking the pace back up.

He pulled it out slowly, leaning his head down with saliva dripping from his tongue while panting. His eyes still closed before slowly opening, checking his room to make sure that no one was there to watch him. He had nothing on underneath his skirt, but he knew this was going to be new. Using the suction base to keep it still, hyunjin slowly kept the skirt up just a little before slowly trying to sit on it, letting out a high shaky moan each time he sunk down. Keeping the skirt up before letting it go just to hold on to the sheets. By the time he could have it fully inside, his chest was heaving while he was trying to get himself steady. Holding the same sheets before slowly bouncing. His mouth hanging opened and letting out quiet moans, him trying to stay calm and quiet.

Head leaning down with his eyes closed trying to get faster, his breathes were getting quicker before he nearly let out a terrified scream. Feeling his hair being pulled up by someone only to see that it was Felix. His hair pulled back into a ponytail with his tucked in shirt pulled out from his pants with his belt already off, and a smirk on his face when hyunjin came to a stop. Hyunjin’s face getting red while trying to talk. His mouth opening and closing while Felix examined him with his head slightly titled and a smirk on his face during the entire time.

“My my look at you. Got yourself a toy for when we’re both gone? Or were you trying to practice for something? Oh, I wonder what the answer is.”

His deep yet smooth voice sending shivers down Hyunjin’s spine before letting his upper body fall down on the mattress. Looking up to see Felix taking off his own shirt and kicking off his pants, leaving himself bare while crawling behind hyunjin just to see something. Hyunjin trying to sit up only to feel Felix’s hand keep his head down, it was something exciting while he felt the other hand mess with his shirt, slowly going down to the skirt while Felix leaned over to his ear. Softly bitting the top before letting out a slow breath in his ear, seeing how Hyunjin’s body was trying to stay still but slowly getting more excited with each draggingly slow movement.

“Tell me, what made you want to get this toy when you have me and Chan being one call or text away, Hm?”

“I wanted to practice something and heard toys were the best route to go…”

With his back, curling up against Felix’s chest, Felix grabbing the base of the toy and moving the base in a circle. Listening to hyunjin let out whimpers while shaking with his pants getting faster. His eyes staying closed while his mouth stayed parted. Felix looking up at the door to see a peeking Bang chan, his hands in his pockets while slowly and quietly closing the door. Walking over to Hyunjin’s desk chair and sitting with his spare Phone being taken out. Felix being slow and teasing, slowly pulling it back out before pushing it back in, Pulling up Hyunjin’s hair to make him face Chan. His eyes widening before feeling his body rock forward. Feeling the toy be moved around and thrusted into him at a quick pace. Trying to look at Chan seeing the camera being pointed at him.

“Don’t worry. No one knows of his little phone and only us three can see the context, it’s full of me begging for him to take me, he loves it when we beg. But he won’t do anything, this is my turn to taste. And you’re in for a longer ride then he could ever give you.”

Pulling it back out and just tossing it to the side, crawling back to the edge of the bed, keeping Hyunjin’s hair up so the two of them were locking eyes with each other.

“Show me what else you tried to learn before I got him first.”

Opening his mouth and slowly taking in Felix in his mouth, his eyes stayed close while he slowly bobbed his head. Trying to keep himself steady and breathing slowly while listening to Felix’s hissing breaths and soft moans coming out from him. Feeling his small hands grabbing a handful of Hyunjin’s hair to make himself stay still. Looking down and allowing Hyunjin to get himself steady and do as he pleased before they would do anything else. He didn’t want to hurt or rush hyunjin before he was ready. Letting out soft praises so Hyunjin doesn’t feel discouraged from trying and learning. But before long, Felix slowly pulled out, watching Hyunjin try to lean forward before being made to stay still with his mouth hanging opened while trying to stare up at him.

“Let’s put the little practice you did to use hm? I can always guide you.”

Laying on the bed, Helping Hyunjin crawl up and straddle his lap while moving along with Felix’s hands. Lifting him up and slowly sitting him down on him. Watching Hyinjin’s face and reactions to actually sitting on his cock instead of a dildo. Hyunjin’s hands resting on Felix’s shoulders trying to steady himself while letting out shaky moans. Felix keeping his eyes locked on hyunjin before slowly helping him bounce, getting used to the feeling of something inside of him like this for the first time. Felix leaning up to his ear just to whisper sweet nothings in his ears. Watching how the praises were pushing hyunjin to get faster. To get louder and enjoy himself even more.

“Look at my pretty boy trying so hard yet he’s doing oh so well for me. Do you need help? Do you want me to lay you on this pretty bed of yours so you can face Chan while I take you to heaven?”

“Yes…Please…Felix!”

With a smirk on his face, taking out the ponytail, he laid Hyunjin on the bed before making his hips move faster. Hyunjin’s eyes rolling back while his moans got louder. He was already close and trying to stay focused. Looking up to see Chan keeping the camera over him. He wanted to do something; he wanted something but didn’t know how to say it. But his mind was saying whatever it could without thinking.

“Fuck my throat!”

His head nearly hanging off the bed while his mouth stayed opened wide. Squirming under Felix who was leaving kisses all over his chest, his hands trying to grab at anything he could but there was nothing to grab. His tongue hanging out some while he watched Chan use one hand to get himself freed from his own pants, one hand keeping his head steady before giving hyunjin his wish. Both holes being used while tears streamed down his face on his fluffy carpet under him. His body shaking at each movement while his eyes stayed rolled back in his head. Both Chan and Felix letting out their own moans and groans above him while staring at each other and looking down at their favorite masterpiece around.

Everyone staying still to let out their own release. Chan Pulling out before he could to let hyunjin breathe while his face was painted with Cum. Hearing the loud and broken moan mixed with cries from him when all he could was react and shake at the pleasure he was in. His body nearly curling in on himself before he just laid there. His skirt being ruffled, the shirt being a sweaty mess with a smile on his face. Looking at the camera with a wink on his face before feeling himself fall asleep yet again. Felix slowly pulling out and taking care of Hyunjin together with help of Chan. Getting hyunjin actually dressed for bed with the three of them all cuddling in bed, hyunjin still twitching time to time while falling asleep, but Chan and Felix coming up with another idea for him, with a bright smile on his face the entire time.

Chan showing some places that Hyunjin would like, not going to anywhere too far or anything of the sort, but just somewhere relacing and calm without having to worry about getting their pictures taken and creating more scandals to deal with when they get home.

Swimming around in the pool, hyunjin had a wide smile on his face the entire time. Wearing his favorite swim trunks as he swam on his back, softly humming along before hearing the muffled sound of his name being called out. Slowly standing up right, Felix sitting on one of the beach chairs while Chan came walking with a drink tray for drinks for the three of them. Nothing too strong but something good enough to make everyone smile at the thought while Hyunjin swam back over to the stairs. Sitting down on the top stair while Felix walked over with a beach robe on with his boxers on. Walking and letting his toes sit in the water while Chan sat on the right, Hyunjin sitting in between the pair with a smile on his face while taking a sip. Pushing back his wet hair while showing off some hickies he got from the private plane ride to this resort for them to just relax and feel at ease throughout the trip for the entire week that they were there.

“Ooo these are tasty drinks. This how we’re starting the night Mister Chan?”

“Their not too bad, and besides the nights here make it impossible to sleep with the shows. Ask Felix he never wanted to sleep until like 4am but still wanted to be awake early to see the early morning things. And Felix isn’t a morning person in the slightest so imagine how that's as going to be playing out.”

“Hey! Not my fault belly dancing is a form of art and I wanted to see the designs! Besides nothing wrong with admiring those who especially fire dance. They do amazing.”

“I’ll keep this in mind my two Resort experts. As long as we get to eat food and I get to take pictures.Like I’m going to ever pass any of this up for anything.”

“We got you honey bun, we always will.”

Leaning back against the wooden deck, a smile on his face while the pair each gave him a cheek kiss. Hyunjin smiled as he took a sip of large drink. Looking at the bright sunset while enjoying the lights glowing under the pool, being excited for tonight and would hopefully get the chance to dance he knew it was going to be an amazing night, and an amazing long week for the pair and that was exciting him even more. How else was he going to enjoy the day's to come from these adventures? Swimming for a while longer, Hyunjin slowly got out of the pool and walked to the shower room to get himself ready. He wasn’t taking long since he knew the others were ready and he wanted to go outside and see what else was going to happen and since it’s hot; he brought his own little shorts and crop top to make sure he would not sweat. Even though it’s chilly that doesn’t mean he won’t start sweating trying to have some fun.

After all, he not only had a necklace to wear as a reminder, but he also had some rings to wear to follow on each hand as a trademark. He loved doing so when he got to show it all off along with his own custom earrings to match with it all. With the final look, wearing a loose little robe to go with it, he winked at the mirror to himself; he knew exactly what he was doing and how it was going to play out for the rest of the night.

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iwannasuckyourmonstercock · 2 years ago

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Never too much

TW: Sugar Daddy Hongjoong, smut, degradation, feelings at the end and a bit of dark obsessive Hongjoong

First Dior, than Prada, after that came Gucci and last but not least Chanel.

It was the usual routine you took on your shopping day. At some point it was getting exhausting so you also had a quick stop to grab a coffee or a coke - which was really necessary most times.

The man that paid for those weekly shopping tours would be evaluating the things you had bought at the end of the day.

He made your life better in ever aspect. First of all he had given you a black card. Honestly you could buy a whole mansion and he wouldn’t complain as long as it was good enough in his opinion. But you wouldn’t do that. You paid your rent with it, your groceries, the stuff you needed for university and last but not least the expensive clothing that he expected you to wear for him every week.

And you knew not to disappoint him.

“Hmm… Turn around again.” He said, arms crossed as he sat in front of you.

You let out a small sigh but still complied. The last thing you wanted was to piss him off.

“The shoes fit you perfectly. You know I love Stilettos and the color is very complimenting to your skin.” He praised you softly and a smile crept in your face.

God, pleasing him felt way too good.

“But the dress is trash. I don’t like how it is made. The fabric looks so cheap and it is way too short. Are you a slut or what? It’s such a waste of money.” He than said with a click of his tongue as he finally stood up. “Look at me.”

Oh no. You honestly thought the dress was super cute. It was black, had a lot of lace and the straps had cute bows. It was simple but still nice

Slowly you lifted your gaze from the floor to meet his hard gaze. With calculating steps he crept closer to you.

“Mr. Kim, I thought you’d like it… you said you love my thighs so I didn’t want to-“

“Did I ask? It’s sweet that you tried to please me but I wanted to take you out for dinner tonight. Which is something I clearly can’t do anymore now.”

Your heart stopped for a second and you bit your lip. He wanted to take you out for dinner? Hongjoong hadn’t been in public with you yet. Every single one of your meetings had been in private. And he had stated in the beginning that he wanted to keep it that way. Hell, he even made you sign a stupid contract that you wouldn’t tell the public about you two.

And honestly it was more than fine for you. You’d buy pretty clothes, wear them for him and he’d blow your back out. Than you could live your lavish life for another week before you’d meet him again.

You opened your mouth to say something but he shushed you with his finger. Hongjoong was dangerously close to you by now.

“But you don’t want that, right? Rather be treated like a cheap slut and than go out and have dinner with other guys, huh?” He asked, his hand cupping your chin now as he pulled you closer.

“I saw you. Don’t think you can go around and sleep with others and I won’t know it. I know everything and I see everything.”

His words were dangerous and you gulped.

Of course you knew what this whole scene was about. When you went out for dinner for your friends birthday. Wooyoung had always been a very good friend and you wanted to treat him a little. And you could do so with the little black card the man in front of you had given to you. Conveniently Hongjoong had a business meeting that day in the very same restaurant you had taken Wooyoung to. But you thought it didn’t bother him as he had just texted you to enjoy your meal.

Honestly you couldn’t even be mad that he was accusing you of sleeping with Wooyoung now. Your friend was very touchy and you knew it.

To be fair, there were some weak and drunken moments were you two started making out. But it never went anywhere and neither of you had any romantic feelings for the other. And after being with Hongjoong you wouldn’t even need to have any other man besides him. Nor did you have the time for that.

“Probably even paid for that damn meal with my money. The audacity you have is incredible.” He chuckled darkly. One of his hands found your hip now and the other your throat.

“It’s not like tha-“ you began but your words were silenced as he began to choke you a little.

“Spare your words. You won’t get out of that now. Get on your knees, sweetheart and I might be able to forgive you.” He spat and loosened his grip on you before he went to sit down on the couch again. He spread his legs and put his arms on the back of the couch.

No more words were exchanged but you didn’t need to know more. You quickly made your way to him before you got on your knees before him, your shoes still on. It hurt a little to sit like that with shoes on but it was okay. He liked the shoes after all.

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, a soft pout on your lips. Your hands slowly slid down his thighs and you began to work on the zipper of his pants. His hand stopped yours and you noticed how his eyes softened a little.

“Color?” “Green, Sir.”

He nodded and let you continue, leaning back in relaxation. Your heart fluttered a little. No matter what he would do, always made sure that you were enjoying it as well and that it wasn’t too much for you.

“Don’t fucking tease. I’m irritated enough already.” He than told you harshly as he noticed how you were taking your sweet time with his pants.

You nodded and quickly worked to get his pants and his boxers down. Softly you bit your lip when you saw how hard he was already.

So after all he did like the dress, huh?

Your hand wrapped around the base of his dick as you slowly began kiss the head and started to kitten lick it.

“Don’t. Tease.” He breathed out now, his dick painfully hard by now already.

Quickly you wrapped your lips around him and flattened your tongue out before you began with sucking him off. It was never wise to push him too far but you still loved teasing him. Normally he would like that too but not today. Today he wanted you to do everything he told you - and teasing wasn’t something he told you to do.

His hand caressed your hair before he gripped it a little, holding it loosely. He didn’t want to force you down on his length - not yet.

So you did your best to please him, pulling every trick you knew. You hollowed your cheeks out, pushing your head down but only so much so you wouldn’t choke. With your hand you stroke the rest of his length that you couldn’t take into your mouth.

Hongjoong threw his head back, teeth biting his lip a little. The sight was really godly. You loved sucking him off until he came for you.

But you knew that wouldn’t occur tonight. Not when he was punishing you. As much as you wanted to deny it, it was hot how jealous he was. And also… reassuring?

You couldn’t deny the feelings that had bubbles up whenever you two would cuddle after an intense session. And you also couldn’t deny that the talks you had after were deeper than what his silly contract had foreseen.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted as Hongjoong pulled on your hair, reminding you of the work you had to do.

Normally he loved using you (and you loved being used) but today he just laid back, enjoying the sight in front of him as much as you enjoyed the sight in front of you.

Eagerly you continued sucking him off - until he suddenly pulled you off, shaking his head.

“This won’t do. Dolly, I can’t keep looking at this dress.” He said, before leaning down and ripping it right at the front before ripping it completely off of you.

“Much better. At least your choice of underwear is good.” He grinned, spreading his legs a bit now.

“Over the table, dolly.” He than ordered and you were quick to obey.

Your upper body was bend over the small table in front of the couch while you were still kneeling. Than you pushed your butt out a little for him, thinking that you’ll get what you wanted all along.

“A-h! Sir!” You yelped when a harsh slap was delivered to your bottom.

Hongjoong just chuckled before raising his hand again and slapping it once again.

“You should see how you look from here. You look like the desperate little slut you are.” He snickered before giving you five more slaps.

Your bottom was red by now and tears were running down your cheeks. The rings he always wore were no joke when he was in a mood like that.

“H-urts…” you whimpered when you felt another slap.

“I know. My heart hurt too when I saw you going around with that silly boy. But he could never satisfy you the way I do, huh? Because a little dolly like you needs a man, right?” He asked you with a small pout.

“Y-es, yes sir! I need you and I only want you!” You confessed to him. “Please now… please…”

“Please now, please… you sound so fucking pathetic.” He snorted but pushed your panty to the side.

A gasp left your lips when he pushed two fingers inside. You didn’t even realize how horny the blowjob you had given him had left you. But he was quick to add a third finger, leaving you a moaning mess in front of him.

A smirk formed in his devilish handsome face and he shook his head. With his fingers he kept set a rather fast pace, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out a little.

“Already falling apart from my fingers, huh?” He chuckled.

Oh, how he loved it. How little effort he had to put up just to see you fall apart for him. He did exactly what it needed for you to be turned into a mess and it was exactly what he needed tonight.

But he didn’t have much patience tonight, rather quickly pulling his fingers out just for you to push your bottom to him and whining about the loss.

“Need you to fill me up, sir… please!”

Hongjoong nodded, holding your hips with one hand and taking the other to spread your lips apart so he could push in easier.

As he bottomed out the both of you let out a moan.

“Tight little slut…” he mumbled, closing his eyes. For a moment he stayed still, giving you time to adjust to his length. At least that’s what he would say. In reality he was still sensitive from the blowjob and had to give himself time so he wouldn’t immediately come.

He spread soft kisses on your neck, loving the soft feeling against his lips.

Than he started moving, starting off with slow but powerful thrusts.

The room was filled with filthy sounds of skin slapping on skin and your sinful moans. He didn't show any mercy, using your body to get rid of his frustration.

And you let him. Gladly, with how good he was making you feel. His cock was filling you up perfectly, his tip was rubbing against the spot that made your head feel dizzy and that only he was able to reach. "Enjoying your punishment a little too much?" he asked with a huff.

He stopped for a moment and grabbed a pillow from the couch, placing it in front of you and pressing your face right into it. Your makeup would probably leave stains but he didn't care. Than he grabbed your hands and pulled them behind your back, holding them there with one hand. "If you enjoy it that much than I should think about making you my little toy. I'd keep you around me all the time and fuck you whenever I like. Or use your cute little pussy to keep my dick warm. How would you like that?" he asked you and let out a dark chuckle as he could feel your walls tighten around him. "Of course you like it, my cute little whore." His degrading words always sent tingles straight to your lower body. At first you didn't want to admit it but by now you have come to terms with it. Why deny yourself the pleasure? Especially when you knew that he didn't mean it.

Soft moans left your lips as he delivered another slap to your cheek, pulling your hair so you had to look at him.

“I’m gonna invite that fucking *boy* and show him how I treat you. Bet his eyes would fall out when he sees you come, cause he never even got close to get you to, hmh?” He grinned, grabbing your face in his hand while leaning forward and kissing you roughly, his tongue driving into your open mouth.

Tears were falling out of your eyes at this point. As he kissed you he stilled inside of you, his cockhead pushing right against that sweet spot that always felt *so good* when he brushed against it. You knew he did that on purpose.

Hongjoong let you go, smirking as he saw drool running down your mouth. He pushed your head into the table again, admiring the way your ass was stuck out for him, bouncing every time he thrusted inside.

One of his arms snaked around your torso, quickly finding your clit as he rubbed it just the way that had your legs shaking.

“I-I’m gonna come! D-addy please!” You begged him, making him chuckle.

“You think you deserve it? After being such a slut? You’re so greedy, really. But I won’t let you. It seems I’ve been too good to you and what did I earn through that? A whore that lets other men that don’t even give her half of what I do fuck her? Tell me, am I not enough?” He asked, his hand removed from your clit now and his cock stilled inside you.

A whine left your lips. You had been so close! Slowly you pushed your ass back and forth in him, desperately trying to come.

“N-o… Daddy, you’re everything I need please! I’d never let another man touch me, I’m only yours so please… fuck me…” you assured him, whining as he began to thrust into you lazily again, holding your hips to keep you from moving anymore.

Your words assured him a little. Hongjoong knew he was a man that could have every woman he wanted. But as much as he wanted to deny it - he had gotten quiet fond of you. And while he knew it wasn’t fair he still wanted you all to himself. He wanted you to only think of him, only talk to him and only be with him.

Sometimes he had even thought about moving you in with him - but he knew it would scare you. It would make you run away. He knew you stayed for the money, and for the sex.

But it assured him that you said you were his. And it *turned him on too*.

“Yes, You’re right. You’re only *my* slut to fuck. Only *my* little dolly. No one else can touch you.” He growled, slapping your ass again to watch it jiggle as he picked up his pace.

His hips thrusted into you in an insane speed, making you let your head fall down on your arms and moan out for him.

“Yes! Yes! Only yours! Please, let me come…!” You cried out, not able to take another ruined orgasm tonight.

Hongjoong hummed, his fingers again starting to work on your clit, alternating from rubbing small circles to just directly rub on it back and forth.

“Cream my cock. Come on. Want to feel my dolly clench around me.” He whispered into your ear.

It didn’t take more for you to let go, coming hard on his cock while he fucked you through it.

As he felt your tight walls clench around him he came too - pushing deep into you and spilling his seed inside you.

Slowly he pulled out, watching as his come dribbled out before he collected it with his fingers, pushing it right back in. Maybe it would finally knock you up and he could keep you forever? He would do everything just to keep you after all.

“My little slut…” he mumbled, softly rubbing your sore ass.

A whine left your lips as he pulled his fingers out of your overstimulated pussy again. You looked back, only to see the delicious sight of him cleaning his finger with his mouth.

“I’ll get a towel, wait a minute.” He told you softly, a fond smile on his lips as he came back not much later with a wet towel. He cleaned your pussy up, before picking you up.

“Was i too rough? Your ass is so red…” he told you, a little worried.

You shook your head, your arms wrapping around his neck and nuzzling into his shoulder.

“No, was really good…” you mumbled.

Hongjoong helped you shower, before dressing you in one of his shirts and wrapping you in his blanket and giving you some water.

“So you are jealous?” You asked softly, making Hongjoong avoid your eyes.

“I’m…” he gulped.

He was. Because he fucking cared. If he would ever be man enough to tell you? To just really take you out on a proper date instead of just fucking you in every spot in his expensive apartment? Maybe one day.

After all you were his inspiration. And he couldn’t deny that the dark thoughts he had sometimes were rooted in feelings he had for you.

But the words wouldn’t leave his lips so he only shook his head.

You knew something was wrong but decided not to push it. The arrangement was nice at it was after all - and he had made it clear from the start that he didn’t like you sleeping with other guys as he was afraid of STIs or STDs. Which was fair.

So you just laid in his arms, closing your eyes.

Maybe one day you’d be able to break this off - to save your heart. A man like him could never love you after all. He had made that clear from the start.

So you both just enjoyed the silence, wondering if you would ever have the courage to act on the feelings you had for each other - or the courage to break it off.

But for now you were both too scared to act on it.

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yoongsriverandme · 1 month ago

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working on my mafia yoongi and sugar daddy hoseok long-fics at the same time 😵 let's see how long it takes me to get both of these done!

#𖦹` talk to me!#ARGHHH #im so excited!!#i can already tell these are going to be my babies #min yoongi x reader #jung hoseok x reader #bts #kpop #mafia au #sugar daddy au #fanfiction #fluff #angst #smut #bts army #bts fanfction #bts fanfic

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hearthvkoo · 4 months ago

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Went to a bookshop this morning and saw Golden vinyl, I had to put it down because it was so expensive 😭😭

#why kpop merch it's always so expensive #i was proud to see bts vinyls displayed in the store #need a sugar daddy at this point 😂😂#jungkook please gift me your vinyl lol #jungkook

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heeseung-min · 1 year ago

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i knew i made good decision to buy engene ver album🥵🤧🤧 but still kalpa ver and ksana ver really attempted me to buyyy

#enhypen kpop #enhypen #im broke #someone get me a sugar daddy

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wonupatootie · 4 months ago

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최승철 // Choi Seungcheol [S.Coups] Fic Recsᡣ𐭩 Part II

이야기가 길어지더라도 밤새 계속 네 편이 되어줄게 기대 팔베개로~

Main Recs Masterlist

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MINORS DNI!!!!!!!

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“The Pen Pal Project” by @mr-cha-n

Fluff, fluff, and more fluff, tiny angst || W.C: 10.2k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Over a decade of handwritten letters later, you can happily say that the Pen Pal Project was your greatest success.

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“Lover” by @starlightxsvt

Fem!reader || sugar daddy au, fake dating, strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, angst, fluff || W.C: 15.7k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･the worst first meeting and then an uncanny proposition is enough to cause trouble for you. you fall for a man who doesn't seem all that keen on returning your feelings.

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“Exes and Oh’s” by @toruro

Fem!reader || smut, angst || W.C: 15.8k+

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･when your ex-best friend breaks up with your other ex-best friend, you’re stuck between keeping this door (that you never wanted closed) shut tight, and making amends. naturally, choosing to let your heart open to the person who ripped it apart isn’t the easiest of decisions, but then again, life has a funny way of making you choose.

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“Terrifyingly Innocent” by @twogyuu

[Series] || Fem!reader || uni au, older brother's best friend, fluff, angst, fake dating, slowburn || Parts: 19 || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.

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“To Boil A Frog” by @seungkwansphd

Childhood acquaintances to lovers, brother's best friend, slowburn, romance || W.C: 15.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you & cheol go back, like way back. growing up together, you never felt anything more for him than a proximity based fondness, but things are a little different since you moved back to town.

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“Heartbreak Girl” by @nevernonline

Fem!reader || friends to lovers, suggestive || W.C: 8.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Seungcheol struggles with his feelings for his best friend, y/n, who is caught in a complicated relationship. As he watches her suffer from heartbreak, he finds it increasingly difficult to conceal his love for her.

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“Somebody” by @onlymingyus

Fem!reader || single dad au, fake dating, smut, fluff, angst, romance || W.C: 25.2k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･When you need someone to help you out of a bind quickly, you pick the first person you see to be your “boyfriend”, you just didn’t expect it to be your single hot dad neighbor, Choi Seungcheol…

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“Cherrybomb” by @daechwitatamic

Afab!reader || Pacific rim au, exes to lovers, angst, smut, fluff || W.C: 19.5k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Piloting a jaeger requires a rare ability called drifting - a neural connection with your co-pilot. You and Seungcheol are masters of the drift... until you have something in your head that you don't want him to see.

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“Willow” by @cherriegyuu

[Series] || Fem!reader || marriage of convenience, angst, fluff || Parts: 3 || Total W.C: 15.6k || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･seungcheol always knew that he was going to marry you, but things only get harder once he does (or in which seungcheol is just really dumb and doesn't know how to show his feelings)

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vaztori · 2 years ago

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seungcheol reading list / fic recs !

don't forget to like + reblog the fics that you like to support the authors <3

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FICS ! ✧*

written by @cheolism :

In The Eye of The Beholder (smut but also fluffy and soft, boyfriend!cheol and he's such a simp) by

Couch Comfort (fluff)

The Great War (historical au, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers) by @amourcheol

written by @lovelyhan :

Down Bad (So So Bad) (friends to lovers, fluff, smut)

Thirst Trap (smut, fluff, established relationship)

Sonder (angst, smut, knight!cheol) by @jundundun

Gryffindor Captain (hogwarts au, angst, smut, one sided love) by @http-mianhae

written by @toruro :

Exes and Oh's (angst, smut, rebuilding relationship)

The Cake In The Back (smut, fluff, rich dilf!cheol)

All For You (smut, fluff, hurt/comfort) by @gfcheol

Push It Down (Sooner or Later It All Will Comes Out) Series by @dontflailmenow

Crossing Boundaries (smut, fluff, single dad au) by @wonusite

written by @duhnova :

A Witches Apothecary for All Your Desires and Needs (smut, angst, witch!au)

Who's in Control? (smut)

Setting The Mood (smut, fluff) by @playmetheclassics

Black Suit (smut, mafia boss!cheol) by @gyuranhae

Lover (smut, strangers to lovers, sugar daddy au) by @starlightxsvt

Terrifyingly Innocent The Series (smut) by @twogyuu

I Like You (smau with some written parts. fluff, angst, doctor!cheol x nurse!reader) by @taeyegu

Your Touch; My Lullaby (fluff, smut, angst) by @j6shua

After Class (smut, professor!cheol, with several continual parts) by @rubyreduji

Tomorrow Tonight (friends to lovers, angst, mutual pining) by @cheolbooluvr

Bite That Lip (smut, fluff, mild angst) by @beahae

Romance at Mistletoe Inn (smut, fluff) by @1-800-hwahui

written by @smileysuh :

Sapiosexual (smut, sugar daddy au)

Cherry Cheollie (smut)

written by @yoongiseesawmp3 :

Cupid (smut, brother's bestfriend!cheol)

Get You (fluff, neighbor!cheol)

Banana Pancakes (smut)

Reliable (smut, humor, bestfriends au) by @ncteez

Indulgence (smut, vampire!cheol) by @sluttywonwoo

Shiver Me Timbers! (smut, fantasy au, pirate captain!cheol x siren!reader) by @beefboyandbabygirl

Just Friends (smut, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn) by @lvscoups

Shiny Star (fluff, hurt comfort, university au) by @wonwoonlight

To Boil A Frog (fluffy, childhood acquaintances to lovers) by @seungkwansphd

When You Love Someone (angst, eventual fluff) by @shuahoonie

Exam Szn (smut, a bit fluff) by @azamf

11/10 (smut) by @bluejeanstrash

Track 1 ; Hotel (smut, heir!cheol, old money au) by @drunk-on-dk

Clouded (smut, slight fluff, established relationship, idol!au) by @hoshzone

It's Always Been You (smut, fluff) by @heartkyeom

Lusty Gallant (smut, roommates fwb au) by @onlyseokmins

The Devil Said... (angst, smut, half demon!cheol) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*

Wine & Dined (fluff, smut, established relationship) by @celestiababie

Silky (fluff, smut) by @playmetheclassics

Driving Me Crazy (smut, bandmate!cheol) by @1-800-hwahui

11.00 PM (smut) by @celestialpearls

dry humping (smut) @sluttyminghao

written by @idyllic-ghost :

birthday sex (smut)

written by @lovelyhan :

when you're having a bad day (soo fluffy)

forced orgasm (smut)

you sound pretty hot when you shut up (smut)

written by @toruro :

take care (smut)

escapades (smut)

written by @onlyhuis :

wedding night (smut, fluff)

more please (smut)

written by @yikesmary :

three : he falls first (fluff)

pregnancy cravings (fluff)

Insomnia (smut) by @jaestrz

written by @bluejeanstrash :

manspread (smut)

giving road head (smut)

unholy (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

6.29 am (fluff, established relationship) by @ksywoo

ice cream (smut, fluff) by @/seonghwalogy

baguette (fluff) by @/bwinnies

possessive cheol (smut) by @/meltwonu

fwb with cheol (smut) @/wonwoonlight

written by @/fairyhaos :

what's good? (fluff) by

4.15 am (fluff)

5.02 am (fluff, dad!cheol) by @/slytherinshua

winter (smut, husband!cheol) by @/xmyunghoe

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justarkive · 24 days ago

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TABLE 3 | JJK ch12

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc

warnings: SMUT, profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity. Jungkook is such a TEASE. Mr lee is in this chapter LMFAO. (thats lowkey my second man)

smut warnings: they fuck in his dressing room pre concert LOL, wall fucking, nipple play, breast play, clit play, someone knocks on the door and he just keeps going, oral f and m receiving, missionary, strength kink, uhh idk yall but its nasty

wc: LONG

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020 @rayyrayy10 @elinaki92 @alana4610 @aznstoner

a/n: i am so sorry for takiny so long to release this chapter, im actually super happy w this. dince im not the best at writing sexually explicit details, i decided to focus more on the emotional tone during the smut. what are ur guys predictions to what happens next?? as always tysm for reading ILY

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The day of the concert is finally here.

Five days have passed in a blur—slow when you were staring at your phone, waiting for a reply, and too fast when you realized how little time you actually had to process everything. Jungkook had been busy, that much was clear. You hadn’t seen him once since that night at the field, busy with dance practices, stage rehearsals, but it wasn’t like he had disappeared. If anything, he’d made his presence known in the way he always did—through little things.

A message in the morning, simple but warm. “Good morning. Excited?”

A random voice note in the afternoon, his voice slightly breathless, a little out of focus, as if he was speaking between rehearsal breaks. “Almost tripped on a speaker just now. Imagine if I just fell flat on my face mid-performance.Would you still cheer for me?”

A call late at night, just as your eyes were starting to shut, his voice softer in the dark. “You’re coming, right? You better be. No refunds.”

He hadn’t said much about the concert itself, just that he’d handle everything. And he had—down to the hotel room he booked for you and Nari, which, in her words, was “some straight-up billionaire sugar daddy behavior.” You weren’t sure what to make of it. It was just Jungkook being Jungkook—thoughtful, a little extra, and completely unaware of how easy he made it for you to get used to this.

And maybe that was the dangerous part.

The hotel room is extravagant in a way that almost feels comical—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, sleek marble countertops, and a chandelier so obnoxiously large that Nari had dramatically gasped upon entering, claiming she had ascended into her “rich bitch era” overnight.

“Y/N.” Nari’s voice cuts through the room, sharp and brimming with excitement as she turns to you, hands on her hips. “This man. Booked you. A fucking penthouse. A PENTHOUSE.”

You glance up from where you’re sitting on the plush bed, slipping on your sneakers. “Nari, he booked us a room.”

“For what? For vibes? It’s only a little closer to the venue than your place. He just wants to spoil you,” she declares, plopping onto the bed beside you. “Like, for real. I would kill for my man to treat me like this.”

“He’s not my man,” you mumble, fixing the hem of your simple yet stylish outfit. The two of you had agreed on something lowkey—nothing too flashy, just enough to blend in with the crowd.

“Yet.” Nari smirks.

You glare at her. “Shut up.”

She grins, but surprisingly, she doesn’t push further. Instead, she busies herself with checking her makeup in the massive vanity mirror, adding a final touch of highlighter. The hotel room smells faintly of expensive cologne—probably lingering from the last guest—and something floral from the scented candles Nari had insisted on lighting “for the aesthetic.”

Your phone buzzes beside you.

Jungkook [7:42 PM]: u on your way yet?

Jungkook [7:42 PM]: I mean, I know you are, but just pretend I don’t have security watching the hotel entrance.

You [7:43 PM]: ?? stalker behavior.

Jungkook [7:43 PM]: and.

Rolling your eyes, you grab your bag and nudge Nari. “Time to go.”

The Uber ride to the venue is mostly filled with Nari hyping herself up while you stare out the window, watching as the streets become more crowded the closer you get. The realization fully settles in when the car slows down near the venue—thousands of people are gathered outside, their excited energy buzzing in the air.

It’s overwhelming. The sheer amount of love people have for him.

They only know him from what they see on screens, from music videos and interviews, from performances and social media snippets. They don’t know the way his voice softens when he’s tired, or the way he pouts slightly when he concentrates, or the way he texts you at the most random hours with pictures of his dog.

Your phone buzzes again.

Jungkook [8:02 PM]: Is there some guy there with slicked-back hair, a suit on, looking kinda hot like me?

You [8:02 PM]: Shut up. Who?

Jungkook [8:02 PM]: Talk to him. Tell him your name.

Jungkook [8:02 PM]: He’ll take you backstage.

You [8:03 PM]: WHERE WHAT I DONT SEE ANYONE

Jungkook [8:03 PM]: Gotta go. Have fun finding him.

“…He’s such an idiot,” you mutter, staring at the texts in disbelief.

Nari leans over, reading them over your shoulder. “Girl. We have to go find this dude now? In this crowd?”

“We don’t have a choice.”

It takes longer than you’d like, but after some awkward glances and frantic searching, you finally spot what you think is him—a tall, intimidating-looking man standing near the barricades, scanning the crowd like he’s waiting for someone.

Nari nudges you forward. “Go.”

You clear your throat, stepping closer. “Um. Hi. Uh—are you here for—um, Jungkook told me to—um—”

The man simply nods. “Come with me.”

You exchange a quick look with Nari before following him, trying to keep a low profile. It seems to work—most people probably assume you’re just being led to the restroom or something. But the moment you step past security barriers, through a side entrance, and down a hallway leading to the backstage area, the reality of it all settles in.

The dressing rooms are bustling with movement—stylists darting back and forth, crew members making last-minute preparations. The air is thick with the scent of hairspray and cologne, the sounds of muffled voices and distant music vibrating through the walls.

Nari, completely unfazed, immediately starts taking selfies in front of the vanity lights. “This lighting is insane. Oh my God.”

You barely have time to take in your surroundings before—

“No pictures in here.”

The voice is unfamiliar, deep and authoritative, sending a jolt of panic through you. You and Nari freeze, phones halfway raised.

Then you turn around—

Jungkook.

Standing there. Shirtless. Bare face. Hair still slightly messy, damp from whatever pre-show routine he had just finished.

He grins. “Gotcha.”

“Oh my God,” you exhale, pressing a hand to your chest. “What the fuck—”

Nari looks equally as stunned, though for different reasons. “Jungkook, you cannot sneak up on people like that when you look like—like that.”

He chuckles, eyes crinkling. Then, without a second thought, he steps forward and pulls you into a hug.

You stiffen, momentarily surprised. But by now, it’s almost second nature—the way he holds you, warm and firm, the scent of his body wash lingering on his skin.

“You okay?” he murmurs, voice close to your ear.

You nod, swallowing. “Yeah. This is just… crazy.”

“I know. celebrity shit, right?” He pulls back slightly, smirking down at you.

You shove his shoulder lightly. “Shut up.”

Meanwhile, Nari has fully recovered and is now scanning the room like a predator. “Jungkook. Are you alone?”

He blinks. “Uh… yeah?”

“Are any of the other members here?”

He gives her a blank look. “Nari. This is my solo tour.”

Nari sighs dramatically. “Damn. So no Kim Namjoon.”

Jungkook snorts, shaking his head. Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly points toward one of the stylists in the room—a tall, ridiculously attractive man adjusting a set of brushes on a table. “Hey, he’s single.”

Nari turns. Takes one look. Then confidently strides over and plops herself down beside the stylist.

The guy stiffens. Looks at her. Looks at Jungkook. Looks back at her.

Jungkook leans closer to you, grinning. “That dude is so scared right now.”

You sigh, shaking your head fondly. “She’s a menace.”

“And you love her for it.”

You glance up at him—his hair still damp, his skin glowing under the vanity lights, his eyes soft as he looks at you.

You swallow. “Yeah. I do.”

Jungkook hums, gaze flickering over your face. “Good.”

“You’re actually here,” Jungkook says, a grin already tugging at his lips. His voice is warm, familiar, and just a little breathless—like he can’t believe it himself. He takes a step closer, tilting his head as he studies your face. “I missed you.”

Your heart stumbles over itself. It’s not even what he said, it’s how he said it—so casually, like it was just a fact. Like he didn’t just drop it in the middle of a crowded dressing room, with stylists and staff bustling around, adjusting outfits, checking schedules, calling out times. But all of it fades because Jungkook is looking at you like you’re the only person in the room.

You swallow. “I—” You’re aware of the way your face heats up, how your voice wavers when you finally say, “I missed you too.”

Jungkook grins, and there’s something dangerous about it—something mischievous and knowing, like he was waiting for you to say it. Before you can even think about what that means, his fingers curl around your wrist, and suddenly, you’re being tugged forward. “Come,”

“What—wait—” You stumble after him, glancing back at Nari, who is very much not paying attention, currently perched next to the stylist Jungkook had called single earlier, chatting him up with all the confidence in the world.

“She looks preoccupied,” Jungkook muses, not even slowing down.

You barely get the chance to react before you’re being pulled past the chaos of the main dressing area, down a quieter hallway, and into another room. This one is different. It’s calmer, quieter, the sounds of the outside world muffled behind thick walls. The air is cooler here, tinged with expensive cologne and faint traces of fabric softener.

Your eyes sweep over the room, taking in the space that clearly belongs to him. The lighting is softer, casting everything in a warm glow. A sleek vanity takes up most of the wall, lined with makeup and hair products, but what catches your attention is the small golden plaque sitting at the edge of the mirror. Jeon Jungkook. His name, perfectly engraved, like it belongs here. Because, of course, it does.

To the side, a rack of outfits stands perfectly arranged—different variations of black, shimmering details, all expensive and carefully selected. A pair of stage shoes sit neatly beneath them. The entire space is neat but lived-in, touched by him in ways only someone who knows him would recognize.

You exhale softly, still turning, still taking it all in. “This is… a lot.”

Jungkook watches you with an amused glint in his eyes, arms folding over his chest. “Starstruck?”

You shoot him a look. “By you? Never. This? Yes.”

He grins. “Liar.”

The moment is interrupted when a woman with a sleek black bob and an air of effortless efficiency strides into the room, already pulling on a pair of latex gloves. “Jungkook, you need to start getting ready,” she announces, barely sparing you a glance as she sets down her kit beside the vanity.

Jungkook nods and moves to sit in the chair, spinning once before settling. You linger by the doorway, suddenly feeling a little out of place. The stylist doesn’t say anything about you being here—doesn’t even look at you twice—which somehow makes you more self-conscious. You shift on your feet, unsure of what to do, until Jungkook pats the empty chair beside him.

“Come sit,” he says easily.

You hesitate, glancing at the stylist, silently asking for some kind of approval. She doesn’t even look up from where she’s sorting through foundation bottles, just waves a hand dismissively. “As long as you don’t mess up his face, I don’t care.”

That’s… reassuring?

Slowly, you move to sit, feeling oddly formal in the cushy chair beside him. Up close, you can see just how tired he looks—the faint shadows under his eyes, the way he leans back into the chair like he hasn’t had a moment to just breathe all day.

“Long day?” you ask.

Jungkook exhales a laugh through his nose, eyes closing briefly as the stylist tilts his head to start on his base makeup. “You have no idea.”

You smile, arms folding in your lap. “Yeah? Try working a diner shift where a group of middle-aged businessmen keeps asking your friend for her number and writing thirsty notes on napkins.”

Jungkook’s eyes snap open, eyebrows raising. “What?”

You nod solemnly. “I had to physically pry one from Nari’s hands because she was about to read it out loud in front of everyone.”

He laughs, head tilting as the stylist tuts and pushes it back into place. “I need to hear what they wrote.”

You make a face. “Something about her being sweeter than the whipped cream on their pancakes, and that wasn’t even the worst one.”

Jungkook snorts, covering his mouth. “That’s disgusting.”

“I know,” you say, equally appalled. “But she was thriving. Every single one of them left with a broken heart.”

“Of course she was,” he murmurs, amused.

The stylist hums, leaning in to blend the foundation across his jaw. Jungkook tries to keep still, but he keeps turning his head toward you whenever he talks, forcing her to keep nudging him back into position.

“Stay still,” she says, unimpressed.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. Then, half a second later, “So how many guys are in love with her now?”

You shake your head, biting back a smile. “Too many to count. The diner is officially her kingdom.”

Jungkook grins, but it softens after a beat. “And you? No secret admirers?”

You scoff. “No weird napkin notes, if that’s what you’re asking.”

He hums, watching you through the mirror, a little too intently, a little too curious—until the stylist tugs his face back again with an exasperated sigh.

“Jungkook, please.”

The time passes quicker than you expect. Between Jungkook getting prodded and pampered by the stylists, the easy conversation, and the occasional Jungkook, stay still, the whole process feels surprisingly… normal. Like you’ve done this a million times before. Like sitting beside Jungkook in his dressing room while someone does his makeup is just another part of your day.

And then, suddenly, he’s done.

You blink, snapping out of your thoughts as the stylist steps away, satisfied with her work. Jungkook stretches his neck, examining himself in the mirror with a lazy kind of approval. “Nice,” he mutters, rubbing a thumb against his jaw before he suddenly—without warning—reaches for the hem of his shirt you didn’t even realise he’d put on a few minutes ago.

You don’t even have time to process what’s happening before he’s pulling it off.

Your brain short-circuits. He’s shirtless. Again.

The mirror betrays you immediately. You don’t even mean to stare—you don’t—but Jungkook is right there, in clear view, and suddenly there’s a whole lot of bare skin and a whole lot of defined muscle and your brain just shuts down.

This isn’t new. This has happened before. A million times, (twice) even.

You swear you only stare for half a second. Maybe a full second. Maybe a little longer, but that’s hardly the point because when you finally snap out of it and tear your gaze away—heart thudding embarrassingly hard—your eyes flick up to the mirror again and—

Jungkook is looking right at you.

You freeze.

He grins.

“For the millionth time,” he drawls, voice rich with amusement. “See something you like?”

You nearly die on the spot.

“No—” you stammer, cheeks burning, eyes everywhere but him. “I—I was just—the mirror—it’s there—so obviously—”

He laughs, loud and delighted, as he throws on his next outfit: a sleeveless mesh vest hoodie that does nothing to help your situation. If anything, it somehow makes it worse. It clings to his torso, effortlessly stylish, the fabric shifting with every movement. He layers it with a slightly oversized jacket—just casual enough to be cool, just structured enough to make him look even better than he already does. He pairs it with loose-fitting jeans and his signature boots, the entire ensemble looking so effortlessly put together that it’s almost unfair.

You force yourself to look anywhere else, swallowing hard. “You could’ve warned me.”

“Warned you about what?” Jungkook teases, fastening a simple chain around his neck. “Me changing? Thought you were used to it by now.”

You glare, knowing full well that your flushed cheeks are ruining any attempt at feigned indifference. “I was looking at the mirror.”

“Mhm.” He smirks, tilting his head. “And what did the mirror show you?”

You nearly throw something at him.

The two of you settle into an easy quiet as the pre-show chaos hums in the background. There’s nothing left to do but wait. Jungkook stretches out on the couch, one arm slung over the backrest, looking completely at ease despite the impending concert. You, on the other hand, feel like you’re sitting on a time bomb—this entire situation is insane, and yet he’s acting like it’s just another day.

At some point, a staff member brings in food—just a few things Jungkook ordered earlier—and the two of you dig in. It’s nothing too heavy, just something to keep him going before he goes on stage, but the way he pushes a container toward you, all casual and wordless, makes your heart do a weird little thing.

“So,” you say after a few bites, just to fill the silence, “are you nervous?”

Jungkook, mid-chew, raises a brow. He swallows, then grins. “Nope.”

You squint at him. “Not at all?”

“Not at all,” he repeats easily, plucking a fry from the box between you. “It’s fun. The stage, the energy—it’s like…” He trails off for a moment, as if searching for the right word, then just shakes his head. “It’s the best feeling in the world.”

You hum, chewing thoughtfully. “I feel like I’d be terrified. Thousands of people watching your every move?” You shudder dramatically. “One wrong step and boom—memed forever.”

Jungkook barks out a laugh, amused. “That has happened, you know. But I don’t mind now. It’s part of it. Used to freak out about a little mistake but now? They come with it all, it’s inevitable.”

You watch as he picks up his phone, casually opening Twitter like he does this all the time. His expression shifts almost immediately—lips twitching into a fond smile, eyes soft with something warm.

“I always do this before a show,” he says, scrolling through his feed. “I love seeing how excited ARMY gets while they’re waiting.”

He angles the screen toward you, showing a sea of posts—fancams from outside the venue, people in matching outfits, handmade signs, inside jokes only his fans would understand. It’s a flood of love, of uncontainable anticipation, and Jungkook is soaking it all in like it’s his lifeblood.

“Look at the crowd already,” he murmurs, swiping to a video someone posted from the pit. The venue is packed—people chanting, singing, waving their lightsticks even though the show hasn’t started yet. “They’re amazing.”

You glance at him, taking in the way he watches the screen—completely adoring, like he still can’t believe all of this is real. Like it means something to him, deep in his bones.

And suddenly, you get it.

This isn’t just a job to him. This isn’t just a routine. It’s love.

“You’re such a sap,” you say, nudging his foot with yours.

Jungkook grins, eyes twinkling. “Maybe.”

Jungkook stretches, rolling his shoulders back before standing up, the shift in his energy almost instant. His relaxed posture straightens, muscles flexing as he starts moving through warm-up exercises, humming lightly under his breath. You watch as he tests his voice, adjusting his stance, subtly bouncing on the balls of his feet like a boxer before a fight.

Then, almost as quickly as he got up, a staff member peeks in and calls him out for something. Most of the stylists follow, leaving the room feeling noticeably emptier, the only company left being one last stylist who seems far more interested in her sandwich than small talk.

You sit there for a moment, picking at the food in front of you, aimlessly scrolling through your phone. The room feels heavier now—quieter, save for the faint sounds of activity outside. You wonder how long he’ll be gone.

Then, suddenly, the stylist speaks.

“How have you not got caught?” She laughs.

The words are casual, spoken between bites, but they hit like a slap. You blink, looking up, only to find her still chewing, barely sparing you a glance.

“All this shit,” she continues, taking another bite. “Is like… super risky.”

It’s not outright rude, but there’s something about the way she says it—offhanded, like she’s scolding you without really scolding you—that makes your stomach twist.

You part your lips, unsure of what to even say. Do you defend yourself? Do you tell her that this wasn’t your idea? That Jungkook was the one who invited you? That you never asked for any of this?

Even though you really, really don’t wanna stop.

But before you can even muster up a response, she dusts off her hands, bins the rest of her sandwich, and walks out. Just like that.

You exhale, long and slow, suddenly hyper-aware of everything.

She’s not wrong.

It is risky.

Jungkook is Jungkook, an untouchable force with an entire world watching his every move. And you? You’re just… here. Sitting in his private dressing room, eating his food, waiting for him like you belong in this space when—realistically—you don’t.

You know how the internet works. How fast rumors can spread. How easily people can twist things. If someone saw you right now—if a picture leaked—what kind of headlines would come out of it? Because you’re sure it wont be another awkwardly blurry, badly angled photo like last time.

Would this get him in trouble? Would you?

The intrusive thoughts pile up too quickly, drowning you in doubt. By the time Jungkook returns, beaming with two drinks in hand, you’re barely holding it together.

“Look what I got,” he says, passing you one. He’s still a little breathless, his excitement crackling like electricity in the air. “My favorite—”

“Should I leave?”

It comes out of nowhere. The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them, your fingers curling tightly around the drink. Jungkook’s smile falters.

“What?”

“I—I should leave,” you repeat, swallowing hard. “What if we get caught? Is— me being here a problem?”

His expression shifts immediately, the warmth in his eyes dimming. His brows furrow, lips parting slightly like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Who said that?”

You hesitate, suddenly wishing you hadn’t said anything at all. “No one, I just—”

“Who.” His voice is sharper this time, more urgent, his entire demeanor changing as he takes a step closer.

You stumble over your words, not knowing how to explain. “It’s just—people talk, Jungkook, and—”

“So..” His jaw tightens. “You think I don’t want you here?” His voice is low, raw with frustration, disbelief, and maybe even a little hurt. It hits you like a punch to the gut, and suddenly, it feels like the air between you both is thicker. The weight of it presses down on you, suffocating, almost.

You try to breathe, but it’s like your lungs are fighting against you. He takes a step closer. Your heart stutters.

“Hmm?” His hand comes up slowly, almost deliberately, and it rests on your chin. The grip is firm, but not harsh—secure, like he’s not letting you look away. And just like that, the space between you both feels electrified. The tension grows thick, undeniable.

Your voice falters, caught in your throat. “N-no, I just—”

“Just what?” His voice drips with mockery as he nudges your chin higher, his thumb tracing just under your jaw. “Because I can show you, if you want, how much I want you to be here.”

His words fall heavily between you, your breath catching in your throat. There’s a flash of something—desire, maybe fear—rushing through you. The proximity is almost too much, and yet, you can’t pull away.

You open your mouth to reply, but the words won’t come. The silence stretches, thick and heavy between you. He doesn’t give you the chance to say anything more. Without warning, he closes the distance, his lips crashing against yours.

He doesn’t break the kiss, but his hand shifts, sliding up to gently grip your chin. His fingers are firm, tilting your head back to meet him fully. His touch is deliberate, guiding you closer to him as if he’s in control of the pace, the way your lips part slightly to let him deepen the kiss.

He pulls away, and you can’t help the soft whine that escapes your lips at the loss of his kiss. A smirk curls on his lips as he stands, his gaze holding yours with that same mischievous glint. He locks the door with a quiet click, the sound somehow louder in the charged silence, before striding back to you, his steps confident, almost predatory.

Jungkook approaches you slowly. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your breath hitches, the weight of it all suddenly crashing down on you. You’re in Jeon Jungkook’s dressing room, and god knows how much time he has before his performance. “W-what? This is insane… someone could hear us…”

Jungkook stands in front of you, his voice low and teasing as his hands settle on your hips. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

You nervously flicker your eyes to his lips, your heart racing. “I… I don’t think this is a good—”

He cuts you off with a chuckle, cupping your face in his hands and gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze. “I want all of you…” His tone softens, but the grip on your waist tightens, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. “But if you’re not comfortable doing this here, we don’t have to.”

Suddenly, the thrill of being caught washes over your doubts, and before you can second-guess yourself, you crash your lips back on his. You feel him smirk into the kiss, the heat between you two escalating.

You lose track of time, as if you’ve been kissing him forever—and honestly, you’re not complaining. Every kiss feels intense, your lips teasing his lip piercing, occasionally nibbling it.

You hear him grunt softly against your mouth, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. His hands slip down to your neck, his fingers gripping just tight enough to leave you breathless, urging you closer.

He pulls back just enough, his hand still on your neck, keeping you anchored to him.

“You’re so beautiful,” His eyes don’t leave yours, the intensity of his gaze making your pulse race. Like it always does. Slowly, he undoes his jeans, the sound of the zipper almost deafening in the charged silence between you.

He chuckles softly, struggling a bit to kick his jeans off. His lips are magnets, pulling you in despite the little space between you, and you can’t help but press yourself against the hand still wrapped around your neck. You lean in desperately, hungry for his kiss again.

“Patience, baby,” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement, though his eyes are full of hunger. He kicks his jeans off, and before you can fully process, his lips are on yours again—quicker this time, more urgent. But just as you start to deepen the kiss, he pulls away, leaving you breathless.

Frustration bubbles up inside you, but it’s replaced by a new heat as his hands move down, frantically pawing at the straps of your dress. His fingers tremble, eager, desperate, as if he can’t get it off fast enough.

You help him, giggling, your hands trembling as you slide the dress off, letting it drop to the floor in a heap.

Your fingers move eagerly to his jacket, pulling at the fabric, “Off,” You urge him, while his lips are still on yours. The kiss is frantic now—more breathing than kissing, your breaths mingling between heated sighs.

“Please…” The word escapes you in a soft, desperate whimper, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as you tug at his jacket, unwilling to wait any longer.

Jungkook is now shirtless, and so are you, your nipples instantly harden to the cold air from the AC in the room, your bodies pressed together. It’s a bit awkward, in the sense that you’re on your heels, grinding ever so slightly on the bulge of his boxers, but you couldn’t care less.

His hands roam over your skin, hot and so needy, as he kisses his way down your neck. His lips are soft but deliberate, savoring the feel of you, every inch of your skin. You shiver under his touch, throwing your head back and curling your fingers into his scalp, heart racing, the sensation of him against you overwhelming.

He pauses at your collarbone, breathing against your skin, his voice low and husky, “Feel’ so fucking good.”

“F-fuck, please…” You gasp, breath hitching as Jungkook works his way down your body, his lips trailing slowly over your skin, teasing you with each touch. He chuckles softly against your bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine, before he takes his time, sucking gently on each of your nipples, pulling a quiet moan from your lips.

His hands roam, gripping your hips, pulling you closer to him as his mouth leaves a trail of heat across your skin. You feel his smile against you, a smugness in his teasing, but it only makes you crave him more.

Before you can even process it, Jungkook’s on his knees in front of you, his hands sliding down your body to peel off your panties. The sudden shift in position leaves you breathless, his movements deliberate and slow.

He noses at your slit, inhaling deeply, with a lewd, audible swoosh of air, his eyes dark with hunger. You can’t help the way your hips buck slightly at the sensation, the thrill of it all making your heart race.

“Mm, babe,” he groans, his voice rough and low, sending a shiver down your spine. “Smell so good…” His breath fans against you as he presses closer, his hands gripping your thighs as he teases you, making you ache for more.

Before you know it, your patience runs thin. Unable to wait any longer, you grab a handful of his hair, guiding his face where you need him most. The moment your fingers tangle in his locks, he doesn’t hesitate—he dives in, licking, sucking, and lapping eagerly at your core. His low chuckle vibrates against you, clearly amused by your desperation.

You can’t help but grind against his face, unfortunately messing up his makeup with your juices which just flow out onto his lips, chin and even his nose, driven by need. His touch is intoxicating, each movement of his tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“Jungkook—” you gasp, his name falling from your lips as you lose yourself in the sensation.

He licks at your pulsing clit, alternating between gently dipping his tongue into your walls and sucking hard, each movement calculated to make you tremble. His pace doesn’t falter, and you can feel the vibrations of his moan against you, sending a rush of heat through your body. The sound, raw and desperate, only fuels the growing fire inside you.

You can barely focus on anything else, lost in the sensation of him, his persistence, and the way his body moves against yours, like he’s trying to memorize every part of you.

“Jungkook…” you whisper, the tension building.

He looks up at you, a knowing smile curling on his lips, before he softly brushes his hands against your skin, his hands gentle on your thighs “Let go,” he murmurs. “It’s just us here.”

You feel something prodding at your entrance, his tongue still not letting up- if anything, hes going much faster now. Licking and slurping like a damn starved man.

If theres anything you know about Jungkook, its that he does not hesitate to go all in when it comes to your pleasure. You’re convinced that he-

“Could eat this pussy for hours, babe” He mumbles into your slick, slushy core. It’s disgusting how much this man has you fucking drenching his pretty face.

And he just let’s it happen.

Like a real ass man.

Before you know it, his finger intrudes in. “Fuck!”

But it’s not just the movement of his finger that has you reeling. It’s the damn silver ring he’s still wearing on his middle finger. The cool metal presses against you with every thrust, the contrast between the chill of the ring and the heat of your body sending waves of sensation through you. Your hips move instinctively, pushing harder into his face, chasing the friction.

And Jungkook? He just fucking laughs into your pussy, like he knew he’d coax that reaction out of you.

He moves his finger slowly at first, deliberately tracing that spot he somehow found so easily. The sensation is almost too much, and your breath catches in your throat as he picks up the pace, each movement deliberate, making you tremble beneath him. Then, without warning, he adds another finger, stretching you further, and you can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips.

“Jungkook- Fuck!”

He doesn’t stop. His rhythm quickens, frantic tongue flicking at your clit and his hold tightening around your thighs.

At this point, you’re lost to it, unable to think, to breathe. The ache in your hips from frantically grinding is overpowered by the sheer pleasure of well- Jungkook. All that’s left is him, the way he moves, the way he makes you feel. It’s too much, and you can’t hold back anymore.

The wave crashes over you before you can even catch your breath. Your body trembles with the release, his name a breathless echo on your lips as your vision blurs. You’re grinding faster than ever now, and Jungkook knows not to change his pace, keeping it up until you have to physically pry him off of your pussy.

He rises back up to you, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer. His eyes darken as he licks his lips, like he can’t bear the thought of not tasting you again. It’s a look that sends a rush of warmth through your chest, making your breath catch in your throat. You exhale softly, unable to hold back a small giggle at the way he’s looking at you.

He smirks, that playful glint never leaving his gaze. “That good?” he teases, because Jungkook would probably rather die than not tease you with his silly remarks, his voice low, but there’s a softness beneath the teasing, a hint of something more intimate.

“Always make me feel so good,” You say, a little breathless.

You nudge him playfully, but then you become acutely aware of the way he’s pressed against you, the hard bulge pressing into your lower stomach. It’s like the air between you thickens, the tension rising again, and you can’t help but feel your own pulse quicken. Jungkook’s movements shift, grinding into you without even realizing it, his body reacting to the closeness like it’s second nature.

He notices the way your breath catches, the way you become more aware of his movements. His lips curve into a knowing smile before he dips his head lower, his mouth brushing softly against your breasts.

“Forgot about these, baby,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

He kneads your breasts with a gentle but insistent pressure, his hands moving with purpose. His tongue flicks out, teasing each nub, and the sensation causes soft Ah’s escape your lips, the sound mixing with the growing rhythm of his body pressed against yours.

The grinding of his hips against yours becomes faster, more urgent, but it’s the way his touch feels—soft, yet driven—that leaves you breathless, wanting more.

Your patience begins to wear thin, and without thinking, you reach for his boxers, pulling them down slowly. His cock springs out, slapping against his abs with a soft thud. He grabs the base, spitting down on the tip that’s weeping with pre-cum, and begins to stroke it slowly.

Did it get… bigger?

You moan shamelessly.

Jungkook grins at you, the playful glint in his eyes never leaving. The way his body reacts to you, the anticipation, only heightens your own. You freeze for a moment, caught off guard by the closeness and the intensity.

“Want it so bad,” you whisper, feeling your heart race.

His smile deepens, and without hesitation, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours as he takes a deep breath, the heat between you both growing with every movement. His fingers graze your skin tenderly as he takes a moment to look at you, his expression soft, but with a hunger that makes your stomach flutter.

“Yeah?” he asks, voice rough, yet gentle. There’s care in his eyes, a tenderness that grounds you despite everything. His strokes don’t let up, and the lewd squelch of it fills the room.

You meet his gaze, your breath shaky, but you nod, your hands trembling as you skim your hands over his chest, feeling him up, feeling the connection that seems to run so much deeper than the physical everytime you’re intertwined in this sense.

His hand moves to yours, guiding them to his cock a quiet confidence, and everything feels right—natural.

As your hands reach for his cock, Jungkook’s breath hitches. He leans in, his eyes locking with yours, watching you carefully as you start to move your hand gently under his, his expression a mix of admiration and need. The way your fingers wrap around him feels so intimate, and he can’t help but groan softly at how the size of his cock makes your hand look fucking miniscule.

“So good,” he murmurs, voice low, as if trying to ground himself in the moment. He watches you, seeing the way you take control, how the trust between you builds with every movement.

For a second, he stops you, his hand over yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, the simple gesture of reassurance. Then, with a quiet breath, he pulls back slightly, allowing you to take the reins. There’s a softness in his gaze, as if he’s telling you without words that he trusts you completely.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his tone laced with wonder and vulnerability, and you feel it—how much of him is laid bare in these moments. His cock is heavy in your hands, hard as a fucking rock. And you whimper while tightening your grip, wanting more of his moans.

He starts to fuck into your fist, his breath warm against your neck, each movement slow and deliberate. His lips find their way to your neck, a soft moan escaping him as he pulls you closer, grounding himself in the moment. You respond, your pace quickening, feeling the tension between you both build.

“Like that…,” he breathes, voice thick with desire, but there’s something more there—a vulnerability, a need for the closeness, for your connection. You can feel him, not just physically, but emotionally, and it makes everything feel even more intense.

His hands find their way to your body, his grip tightening as he holds you, like he wants to be closer than ever.

The desire between you both intensifies, and Jungkook’s thrusts into your hand become more urgent, his breath coming in soft gasps.

You can feel his tension, the way he’s holding back, desperately trying to stay present in the moment. His lips trail back down your neck, his moans muffled against your skin, and it only makes the connection between you stronger.

His pace quickens, fucking your fist faster than ever, the need for more growing, but then, suddenly, he pulls back, his eyes locking with yours. He fucks your hand frantically with his cock while staring at your face, as if that’s the only thing he needs to get him going. There’s a vulnerability in his gaze, something raw and unspoken.

His cock twitches on your stomach when he moves away, practically begging for release. And you cock an eyebrow at him teasingly.

“Turn around,” he whispers, guiding you gently but urgently, his hands pressing against your waist as he pushes you against the wall.

He spreads your thighs slightly, bending down to tease your folds with his tip. Your breath hitches, a soft moan escaping your lips. You instinctively reach for him, pulling him closer, your hands finding refuge in the crook of his neck. He presses a soft kiss to your skin, but before you can fully settle into the moment, he pulls away, a look of frustration crossing his features.

“Shit… condom,” he mutters under his breath, as though the realization hits him too late.

He takes a moment to steady himself, his hand brushing over his chest, as if trying to ground himself in the situation. You turn around, searching the dressing room for what he needs, but before you can speak, he leans in, kissing you deeply, a fleeting connection before he steps away.

“Wait,” he says, his voice low and hurried. He moves toward the couch, pulling his wallet from his jacket. He rummages through it and then, with a quick motion, pulls out a condom, his focus entirely on you.

He hands you the condom, a sheepish smile on his lips, and for a brief moment, you’re caught off guard, unsure of what he wants. But then, it clicks. He wants you to put the condom on for him. The realization warms you, and you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head.

“You absolute baby,” you tease, your voice light with affection as you gently roll the condom onto his cock. His grin widens at the playful remark, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of admiration and affection. He presses a soft kiss to your lips again, a fleeting moment that makes your heart race even faster.

He pauses for a moment, his hand brushing over his cock a few times before he gently turns you back around, his breath hitching in his chest.

“Ready?” he asks softly, his voice full of anticipation but tempered with care, wanting to make sure you’re on the same page.

You let out a soft whine, the feeling of anticipation building inside you. You push back against his cock, and he fucks his length between your ass cheeks for a few seconds, kneading the skin. You crave more of him, and the connection between you both feels almost too much to bear. He takes a slow breath, trying to steady himself, before gently guiding his cock in to you.

He enters you slowly, his movements tender but filled with the intensity of the moment. You wince slightly, the familiar stretch making your walls ache, but it quickly melts into a soft moan, the sensation overwhelming in the best way.

“Tight fuckin’ fit,” he murmurs softly, his voice rough with desire, as his forehead presses against yours when you tug his face towards the crook of your neck and look at him, your hand in his scalp. Eyes closed in a mix of pleasure and awe at the closeness between you both.

He quickens his pace slightly, and you breathe into his mouth, your desperation growing with each movement.

“Harder,” you whisper, barely able to contain the yearning in your voice. He listens, his movements becoming faster, deeper, and you feel every inch of his cock inside you, as if he’s anchoring you to the moment.

His touch moves lower, fingertips grazing your sensitive clit, sending shivers through you. The sensation intensifies, and your senses blur together—his warmth, his rhythm, your connection. Every part of you feels alive with him.

“Harder,” you whisper, your voice trembling with need. Jungkook responds immediately, his movements becoming faster, more urgent. You can feel him everywhere, a deep connection forged in each motion, each breath.

Without warning, he pulls away gently, turning you around and guiding you to the floor. His hands are careful but firm, making sure you’re comfortable even as the intensity builds. He straddles you, not putting too much weight on your torso, and you find your head resting against the cool wall. The change in position has your breath hitching.

His body moves in front of you, and there’s a moment of humor when his wet cock taps your cheek by accident. You let out a small laugh, pretending to look scandalized, but the playful teasing fades as he focuses entirely on you.

Jungkook’s grip on his base is steady, his eyes locked with yours, silently asking for trust. He guides you with a hand nudging your heard forward towards his cock carefully, urging you to take control in this moment, but there’s no mistaking the power in his hands, the authority in his touch.

He waits for you to follow his lead.

You focus on ignoring the ache building within you, your mouth finding him as you draw him in. His breath hitches, and he groans, his hand resting gently in your hair. “Yeah, baby…” His voice trembles, and you can feel the rush of his desire.

You welcome him, moving with him, guiding him deeper, the taste of the condom isn’t particularly the best, but you’re too turned on to care, as your hand encourages him gently. You feel the heat building even further. Your movements quicken, a rush of desperation taking over you as he fills your mouth entirely with his cock.

But just as it feels like you’re lost in it all, he pulls back, his touch soft yet firm. He gazes down at you, and before you can fully process it, he’s stumbling backwards, a sudden coolness following as he spreads your folds out, before shoving his cock in so hard you cant help but to squeal, taking control in a way that leaves you breathless.

“Fucking shit—,” he groans, his hands moving to your body, gripping your waist tightly as he deepens his thrusts, the rhythm between you both frantic and desperate.

A gasp slips from your lips, your head spinning with the overwhelming sensation when suddenly, a knock at the door breaks through the chaos. Your heart stops. Jungkook freezes as well, both of you frozen in the moment.

“Jungkook?” The doorknob turns, the sound of someone approaching sending a wave of panic through you.

He looks at you with a smirk, but there’s a gleam in his eyes that holds a certain dominance. His hand gently presses against your mouth, silencing you. The intensity between you builds up more, and the knocks at the door spur him to fuck into you faster, the pressure mounting as he keeps moving, determined not to stop despite the interruption.

“Im fuck- Fuckin’ busy!” He shouts towards the door, enthralled by the ring of white your leaving around his dick. And you try so hard to muffle your moans, but at this point…

Whoever it is outside definitely knows.

Another knock at the door echoes, and your breath catches in your throat as his pace quickens, hitting that spot that makes everything else fade. The pressure builds, and with a quiet, teasing whisper, he leans down to your ear and murmurs, “Stay quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing, hm?”

You glare at him, frustrated and desperate, but your body betrays you as you shift your hips back against him, your breath shallow, a soft whine escaping your lips. You’re lost in the feeling, fighting to keep quiet, but it’s almost impossible.

Another knock at the door sounds, but it only seems to push Jungkook even further, his movements becoming even more urgent. He doesn’t reply this time. His hand moves from your mouth, trailing to your core, and you can feel the frantic energy in his breath as he urges you to stay quiet, but it’s becoming harder to hold back. You press your lips together, eyes squeezed shut, silently hoping whoever it is will leave quickly.

When the knocks finally stop, the room fills with the sound of his thighs smacking against yours at an alarming pace, and you can’t help but gasp at the way his tip just annihilates that spot.

You grip his broad back, grounding yourself as he lifts you, holding you up on his kneeling form by your ass cheeks, gently but firmly, guiding your body in time with his movements. The sensation builds rapidly when he starts lifting you up and down his length, and you throw your head back, one hand behind you on the wall, and you press your lips against his, matching his movements as best as you can, your hands gripping his hair, needing him closer.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, babe.” He moans softly into your ear, his voice shaky. “I’m close.”

You nod, your body shaking with anticipation. He quickens his pace, his breath against your skin making it harder to focus. The sound of his voice, the closeness between you both—everything swells within you, and in an instant, you feel yourself losing control, your body responding to the rhythm, desperately seeking more.

You give in, the intensity of the moment pushing you over the edge, and you let out a breathless moan, your body moving with his, seeking that final connection.

You press your teeth into his back, the soft bite grounding you as your frantic movements slow to gentle, steady motions. He groans deeply, and you feel him tense, the weight of the moment heavy as he fills the condom.

He pulls back just enough to kiss your face, his lips brushing softly over your skin, and it makes your heart pound in your chest. His voice is low, filled with emotion as he murmurs something about how perfect you are.

You hold him close, your fingers in his hair, your breath shaky as you pull him against you, feeling the warmth of his breath on your neck. Everything around you fades as you just let the closeness of the moment wash over you.

After what feels like an eternity of comfortable silence, the position becomes awkward. Jungkook’s body shifts as his softening length reminds you of the moment’s gravity, and you wince slightly. Sensing your discomfort, he gently pulls away, lifting you carefully and guiding you to the couch where his jacket is laid out. He doesn’t seem to mind at all that some of you have spilled onto it.

You start to speak, “Your jacket—”

He interrupts, his voice soft but full of concern. “Are you okay?” He leans down, brushing your hair back from your face, his touch tender, as if trying to make sure you’re okay.

You nod softly, watching him slide the condom off and dispose of it in the takeout bag from earlier, tossing it in the bin with a quiet finality. The intimacy of being naked together feels overwhelmingly heartwarming, almost frightening in its vulnerability. You try to push away the overwhelming thoughts, but one sudden realization hits you.

You look around, your heart skipping a beat. This is Jungkook’s damn dressing room. How much time do you really have before his concert?

Your voice catches in your throat, worry creeping into your expression. “Jungkook—how long—”

He walks over to you, a sense of calm settling over him. He throws his briefs back on and plops down next to you on the couch, his presence grounding. “Relax,” he says, his voice soothing. “We have a while.”

You sit in silence for a while, the weight of the moment settling between you. The lingering feeling of the aftermath slowly begins to take over, and you look around the room, your eyes landing on a pack of baby wipes. Hesitant, you take them in your hand, your cheeks flushing with a sense of shyness. Gently, you clean yourself, the act feeling oddly intimate in its own right, especially with him still beside you.

But Jungkook doesn’t make you feel self-conscious. He looks away, respecting your space, and for a moment, it feels as though the world outside of the two of you has faded away. You slip your panties back on, and despite the effort to clean up, you can’t shake the feeling that you’ll need a shower to truly feel refreshed. The wipes didn’t do much, but you’re too tired to care right now. The thought of the shower later is the only thing on your mind.

You plop back down next to him after slipping into your dress, giggling softly at the sight of him still in his damn briefs. “You’re acting like you have all the time in the world,” you tease, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Jungkook hesitates for a moment, and the smile on his face falters just slightly. For a split second, his eyes shift away from yours, and he runs a hand through his hair, his thoughts drifting somewhere far away. You don’t pry, but the tension in his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed.

Because he takes your words differently.

He doesn’t want to spoil the moment, doesn’t want to burden you with the weight of his departure when everything feels so fragile between them. So, he throws on his clothes quickly, forcing a smile back onto his face. As he presses a kiss to your head, his heart clenches, feeling the guilt of what he’s doing.

But for now, just for this moment, he’s going to hold onto you. He won’t let go of this. Not yet.

Jungkook chuckles, guiding you over to the mirror. The reflection staring back at you both is one of disarray—hair a mess, clothes slightly askew, faces flushed, and there’s an undeniable glow that only comes from being thoroughly worn out.

You both burst into laughter at the sight. His grin is wide, amused, and somehow softer than usual.

“Well,” he says, his voice teasing, “I’m definitely getting in trouble for this.” He looks at you, shaking his head. “Should’ve known I’d be a disaster right before a show.”

You laugh, turning your face towards him. “We both look like we just got hit by a bus, actually.”

Jungkook quirks an eyebrow, stepping closer. “But a cute bus, right?” His voice is playful, and you can’t help but roll your eyes, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

“I guess,” you mutter, still smiling, feeling all the tension melt away.

You both stare at your reflection for a moment, your exhaustion more endearing than anything else. He looks at you with a soft expression, that familiar warmth creeping back into his eyes.

“You okay?” he asks, quieter now, as if checking in after everything that happened.

You nod, smiling gently at him. “Yeah… I’m good.” And you mean it, because despite all the chaos, it feels like a moment just for the two of you.

A few minutes pass, and the two of you sit side by side on the couch, munching on a packet of crisps that’s been left on the table. They’re not great—dry and bland—but it’s enough to keep you both occupied. You pop one into your mouth, immediately cringing at the taste, and Jungkook bursts out laughing.

“These are terrible,” he says between bites, his voice muffled. “How did we even end up with these?”

You shrug, snickering. “I honestly have no idea. But we’re committed now. No turning back.”

You both giggle, the sound echoing through the dressing room. The playful mood lingers as you both try to finish off the last few crisps, trying to keep up the charade that you’re enjoying them, even though your faces say otherwise.

Finally, Jungkook tosses the bag onto the coffee table and leans back, stretching his arms above his head. “Alright, I can’t handle this anymore. Let’s go out.“

Before you can protest, he’s already pulling you toward the door, stumbling a little as he tries to maneuver around. You laugh at his uncoordinated steps, and with a teasing look, you playfully nudge him as you follow.

“Jungkook, you’re gonna trip,” you warn, your smile never fading.

“Never,” he smirks, but his voice is light, almost playful, as he struggles to keep his balance.

Jungkook steps out of the room first, running a hand through his completely wrecked hair, trying and failing to fix it. His jacket is off now, leaving him in just that mesh vest, his skin flushed, a light sheen of sweat glistening along his collarbones. You, on the other hand, are still giggling under your breath, barely holding it together as you trail after him, dazed and dizzy from whatever the hell just happened in there.

But the moment your feet hit the main room, a sharp voice cuts through the air.

“Stop fucking around. You have 15 minutes—get it together.”

You freeze.

Jungkook does too.

A manager—you’re not even sure which one, considering your brain short-circuits the second you hear them—stands a few feet away, arms crossed, gaze unamused. They don’t linger, though, turning on their heel just as fast as they appeared, leaving the words to hang thickly in the air.

The shift in Jungkook is instant.

His jaw tightens. His playful energy vanishes. His hand—wrapped so securely around yours just moments ago—lets go.

And that—that stupid little action—stings more than it should.

You know it’s nothing personal. You know it’s just him slipping into work mode, flipping the switch like he’s probably had to do a million times before. But the sudden absence of warmth against your palm makes your stomach drop anyway, leaves something unpleasant twisting in your chest.

Jungkook, for his part, doesn’t even glance your way. He exhales sharply, runs a hand down his face, and—

Drags you right back toward the main room.

You barely have time to process it, blinking up at him as he tugs you along like nothing happened.

“Damn, he was—“

Before you can even finish the sentence, his grip tightens, and you let yourself get pulled along, your heart still racing for entirely different reasons now.

“FIVE MINUTES!”

The call cuts through the room, and if things were chaotic before, now it’s mayhem.

Jungkook is in the middle of his last warmup, his voice clear even through the surrounding noise. His stylists are fussing over him one last time, his in-ears are checked again, and yet—despite all the urgency, despite the fact that a whole team is practically pushing him toward the door—he’s looking around the room.

For you.

The second he spots you, he doesn’t hesitate. He runs over, dodging people left and right, slipping past staff who are trying to usher him forward.

“Hey,” he says breathlessly, stopping right in front of you. “I’ll see you later, yeah? Ask someone to lead you to your part.”

Before you can even process his words—before you can nod or reply—he leans in.

And presses a quick peck to your cheek.

Your brain short-circuits.

Your breath catches, your entire body freezes, and your face burns—the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin long after he pulls away.

By the time you manage to stutter out a weak, “B-Bye,” he’s already stepping back, flashing you one last grin before he turns on his heel.

Just like that, he’s swept away by a frantic crowd—managers, stylists, camera crew—phones and cameras snapping photos of him as he disappears down the hall.

And the second he’s out of sight—

Nari squeals.

After what feels like an eternity of hesitation, you finally ask one of the assistants, unsure of who to turn to. They give you a polite smile and direct you toward a hallway.

You follow them, your heart still racing from that moment in the main room. What just happened? Did he—did he really kiss you? It feels surreal, like it’s a little too much to process all at once.

The assistant leads you down a winding corridor, the sound of the concert beginning to build in the background. You expect to be led to some VIP seating area or a cushioned chair at least—something fancy, considering Jungkook had promised you a special spot.

But when you walk through a door, you’re met with nothing like you expected.

The private room is a whole new level of luxury. It’s spacious and minimalist, with sleek furniture and subtle lighting. The real kicker, though, is the window that stretches from floor to ceiling, offering you a perfect view of the stage. You can hear the crowd’s energy building outside, the thrum of excitement growing louder.

It’s like your own personal VIP box, but a hundred times better.

You stand there for a moment, blinking at the view. The wide window gives you an uninterrupted look at the entire stage, and the energy of the crowd below seeps through the glass. For a moment, you just stand there, soaking in the awe of it all. This isn’t just VIP seating. This is something else entirely.

Jungkook… You think, already feeling a little overwhelmed.

You turn to the manager, who gives you a polite nod before slipping out of the room, leaving you and Nari in stunned silence.

Nari’s the first to speak, her eyes wide as she takes in the view. “Oh my god…” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. You don’t even need to say anything—your jaw is just hanging as you both stare at the sheer scale of the concert.

The crowd outside? Absolutely wild. The entire arena is packed with people, their energy almost tangible from where you stand. And then, the fan chants.

It starts slowly, then builds, echoing through the room and vibrating against the glass like it’s alive. The fans’ synchronized voices send shivers down your spine. You can hear their collective excitement, feel their connection to every word, every syllable they sing. It’s intense. Electric.

You and Nari exchange a glance, and you can both feel it—the overwhelming magnitude of what you’re witnessing. This isn’t just a concert. This is a movement.

“They’re insane,” Nari mutters, still staring in awe. “Like… how is this even real?”

You don’t have words to answer her, too caught up in the sea of fans, the flashing lights, and the vibrant energy that fills the room. This is what Jungkook is a part of. This is his world. And, somehow, you’re in it.

You both finally settle into your seats, taking in the view for a moment longer before Nari starts snapping pictures. She’s practically hyperactive, constantly repositioning herself and you, demanding different angles. “No, no, this one! From this side, trust me!” she insists, handing you her phone to take a shot of her looking ‘candidly’ out at the crowd. You roll your eyes but go along with it with a smile, snapping a few photos before Nari’s satisfied with her little session.

Meanwhile, you find yourself casually picking at the snacks on the buffet table Jungkook probably had arranged for you. Some chips, a few pieces of fruit, a tiny sandwich here and there. Nothing fancy, but it’s definitely keeping your stomach busy as you wait.

Nari, on the other hand, is more focused on her phone, scrolling through pictures and checking messages, but every now and then, her eyes flit toward the stage. It’s a strange mixture of calm and chaos—here you are, in a private room with an impeccable view of everything, yet your mind keeps racing back to Jungkook.

The buzz of the crowd grows louder as more fans flood in, and you know the show is about to start. Slowly, the lights in the arena begin to dim, casting the room into a soft twilight. You sit up a little straighter, suddenly feeling the anticipation in the air. The world feels still for just a moment, before the chaos outside swells again, and you realize—this is it.

The concert is finally about to begin.

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