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[350/547] â until we meet again, jungkook âĄ
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2 hours!!
Before I Leave You (Pt.77)
(sneek peek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)
Summary:Â Tae and Hobi help Yoongi during your first wave of heat.
Tags:Â heat sex, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, fertility kink, Dom! Yoongi, foursome, fluffy, no hurt just comfort, alot of smut but it's also very loving, coming prematurely, breeding kink, cum play, sleepy sex, mommy kink, talking her through it, dirty talk, exhibitionism voeyeurisim, teasing, flirting, biting,
W/c:Â 11.3k
A/n:Â thank you guys for being so tolerant of my brief absense, i didn't intend to take so long to update this but unfortunately sometimes living through historical events can be really tough to get through.
Previous part- Masterlist - First part
You laugh until you hiss, curling to the side just a little, a wave racking through you. Burning and stinging from your stomach outwards.
Yoongi stills, one hand on your knee the other pressed to your stomach flat, eyes wide. Tae lets your wrists go so you can clutch at your stomach. Holding your face through it. "oh my little honey, don't worry, we'll make it better, shh just-" She's a little more panicky than the rest of them are. Hobi's hand is just hard on your shoulder, knuckles white, expression stricken but unsure.
Yoongi holds your stomach too. Alarmed by your trembling. "Are you- do you need-â a knot, hovers on the edge of his tongue.
But you just blink. âYoongi- it's too much- it burns- Sore- so sore hereâ You touch your stomach gently, but it's so sensitive it still makes you hiss.
but after a moment you relax, stretching back out in the nest. breathing heavy until you aren't until the cramping, the aching need want filled need to be filled in your head quiets.
Yoongi's fingers swirl on your stomach, gently. it's sensitive, but it actually does make you feel better. âYou ran, do you want us to wait for Namjoon or-" Youâre already shaking your head no when Yoongi cuts off. settling back against the nest, letting your legs flop open so that he can shuffle forward closer.
You don't wonder why Yoongi mentions Namjoon. He's the pack alpha, and the right to breed you first in heat is his as dictated by old laws and rules and all manner or propriety.
But Namjoon is not your mate and he's not like that. He cares about your wants first. His own ego is very far down on his list of priorities (probably ranks just after Noodle's wellbeing in terms of Namjoon's pack alpha priorities. Dominance is its own kind of submission)
And, judging by Jin's snarling from the other room- he'll be preoccupied for at least the next hour. You don't know if you can wait that long. A whine drips out of you, a sound small and weak.
Hobi shuffles closer to you. Bare-chested, his red shorts looking tight. Looking unsure. "You did run, do you not want-" us, does not come out.
You shift, futile trying to get comfortable, it's impossible with the weight of your instincts pinning you down. âNah, just ran cuz itâs fun. Not cuz I didnât want you to fuck me.â
Yoongi huffs, his anxiety dissipating, fond with it, fingers itching up your thighs, parting them just a little so that he can shuffle forward closer to you. Until you can feel the heat from his tummy against yours.
You can feel so much. Your whole body one big nerve ending. You can feel the slight fluff and softness of the peach fuzz on his tummy dragging against yours as he gets closer. The feel of his slender but strong fingers circling your ankles. All of it.
You like this, you always like it when Yoongi's close.
âGlad we cleared that up, itâs not like I canât literally see you slicking up but-â you laugh and try and swat at him. He drops one of your ankles to catch your hand and tangles it with his for good measure.
A small smile hovers on the edge of his lips. He searches your face, smiling at what he sees- your dopey smile and endeared indignation. The heat might be new, but this is so familiar his heart aches with it.
âIf youâre gonna tease me while Iâm in heat can you at least make it good?â Your breath goes heavy. Warm and sweet, fluffing over him. Everything; the sweetness to your scent, the ruddiness of your knees and stomach, the messy fluff of your hair over the pastel pillow, the relaxed sprawl of your body, a siren song for Yoongi.
Above you- Tae and Hobi stay quiet. Just watching, Tae drags a lock of your hair away from your face. Patient while you and yoongi flirt. âI thought you liked my teasing.â
Your tone sounds petulant even to you, âI do just not-â
Yoongi presses your knees apart, up towards your chest putting you on display and bare. abrumptly cutting off your words as you let out a broken moan. He puts a bit more force behind it than usual, But you feel yourself clench and his gaze flickers down.
The smile on his face widens just a bit, and you hiccup through the shudder that rocks through you. Your body burns, your stomach churns, your skin simmers where he touches craving for more more more.
A breeding press. That's what Yoongi's just put you into. knees to your chest, your sensitive heat slit ripe and wet between your thighs, ready for the taking. a breeding press infront of two alpha's, infront of Tae and Hobi, watching with wide dark eyes.
âHold her.â Yoongiâs command is not snapped or growled out but Hobi and Tae follow suit regardless. Hobi fumbles, grabbing one wrist and Tae grabs the other.
Boneless. Ready for breeding. Settled. Itâs a bit of a strange show of dominance. But inside, Yoongi isnât surprised that you needed it. to be held down and puppeted and propped. To know that theyâre in control before you let your alpha's breed you.
He says your alphas- but he's the only one you're looking at. The only one you're whining for.
Itâs hard to articulate your hands or your mind, tongue wrapped around a sound that can only be an endless whimper. Tae leans low when you try to squirm again. Her teeth nip at your ear, a shock to your system that makes you leak a fresh gush of slick half onto Yoongi's lap.
You have to be spilling and dripping by now. You try and press your legs back together and hide but Yoongi keeps you spread.
âNo pup, settle.â
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bend my rules | jjk
in which jeongguk jeon, the frattiest of all frat boys, has been trying to get you to go out with him since freshman year, no success. what if the events that occur in junior year change your opinion on jeongguk and you actually give him a chance?
rich! jeongguk x reader
warnings: detailed virginity loss (minors, go away!), use of yn, jk is a little dumb sometimes but heâs a sweetheart, jk is a frat boy, minor mention of SA (nothing too triggering (i hope)), i love yn, taehyung mention đ«¶đŒ, yn is thick asfff (#needthat), desperate jk, use of both jeongguk and jungkook (iâm an indecisive bitch sorry), he gets the girl!
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Jeongguk needs no introduction. There was not a single soul at Berkeley University that didnât know of him. Even the freshmen got introduced to who he was on their first day. With a powerful presence, daddyâs money, and unfortunately for you, a gorgeous, gorgeous face and muscles for days, Jeongguk takes the entire world by storm. He had that something about him that makes every guy want to befriend him and makes every girl want to be with him.
He was a business administration major, now in his senior year; his goal? To take over his fatherâs many businesses when he graduates. He could have done that without college, but his family put a lot of importance on education.
He was simultaneously in a frat and also lived alone in a penthouse off campus. You always wondered how he was allowed to be in the frat if he wasnât living in the fraternity itself. But heâs the king of Kappa Sigma; they couldnât vote him out. You met Jungkook at a party thrown by a friendâs friend, who is also friends with Jungkook, during the second semester of freshman year. He approached you with charming confidence, asking for your number. You declined politely, and he has not left you alone sinceâfollowing you around, asking you out, giving you gifts, inviting you to parties that you never ended up attending, asking your friends about you, pretending to share your interests to get closer to you, and so on and so forth.
The one thing that was good about freshman and sophomore year was that you had no classes with Jungkook. So the last two years, you had Jungkook-less classes, except for the ones he decided to barge into uninvited and declare his love for you. Junior year came, and with it, Jungkook decided to sign himself up for the 18th-century literature class with Professor Sullivan.
Your major was English literature.
Professor Sullivanâs class was one of your favoritesâthe debates, the topics, the atmosphere. Also, the fact that Professor Sullivan liked you a lot. The topic of this lesson was: the role of women in literature in the 18th century.
"Women in the 18th century played very crucial roles as empowered figures; that is a fact. Authors like Mary Wollstonecraft, for example; she challenged societal expectations and wrote incredibly critical narratives that advocated for womenâs rights,â you argued with a steady voice.
From across from you, you heard a voice you dreaded. "Yn, no one can argue with you about the existence of women authors at the time, but were they really all that empowering? I mean, they pretty much all were dependent on men. For example, âOroonoko,â written by a woman, yet it represents a male hero, while the female perspective is secondary.â
âWell, Ben, if you had taken my argument or really, any historical context into consideration, you would understand that, male hero aside, a woman producing literature of any kind in that era meant that she was asserting herself in a male-dominant, or rather, in a female-submissive world, and that in itself is resistance. It embodies power. I rest my case."
Ben was about to open his mouth to argue back when the door to the lecture hall interrupted him.
"Mr. Jeon, you are half an hour late," Professor Sullivan spoke to the interrupter.
In that moment, Ben became the least of your worries, sexism and all. You felt as if your life was upside down and you couldnât get it up. What the hell was he doing in this class? This isnât even his thing; he will fail! He will fail miserably!
"I sincerely apologize, Professor. It wonât happen again," the deep voice apologized before stepping forward and finding a seat.
As his piercing brown eyes found yours, the usual smirk found its place on his lips, and them and their owner made their way directly towards you. He sat down with the same expression on his face. "Hey, gorgeous. Miss me over the summer?"
He put his muscular arm around your shoulder and kept his head tilted to the side to stare at you, admiring the beauty before him from head to toe. You were wearing flared jeans and a tight pink long-sleeve shirt that accentuated your generous breasts. "Cute outfit, baby. Pink is your color; Iâll make sure to buy you lingerie in that same shade."
Before you could answer, Mr. Sullivan stated: "Mr. Jeon, we were just discussing the womanâs role in 18th-century literature. I am sure Ms. Ln will fill you in on what you have missed so far, but I wish for you to pay attention to the rest of the lecture. I know Ms. Ln is much prettier than I am; nonetheless, I hope you can find it in yourself to pay more attention to me and less to her."
The whole hall broke out in laughter, amused at the professorâs wit. Jungkook just continued smirking at you, seemingly also amused at the professor, and you sat in silence for the rest of the lecture, blushing.
The lecture ended quickly after, all the students making their way out, and you wouldâve done so as well, but you needed to have a little talk with the man sitting beside you first.
"What are you doing here?" you nearly hissed at Jungkook, who was still sitting, your arms crossed around your chest.
"What do you mean, baby?" he provoked. "You donât want me here or something?"
One thing that can be said about Jungkook was that he was a very persistent man. Even after your countless rejections, he somehow managed to come back stronger, bigger, and harder to fight off.
"You know I donât want you here! What are you even doing here in the first place, Jungkook? What do you want?" Your hands were on your full hips as you questioned him.
He looked up at you with a shimmer of amusement and a raised eyebrow, his eyes tracing every curve. "You know, Yn, you look really good from this angle."
The thought of kicking him in the head came to you, but you fought it off. "Answer my question."
"Iâm not gonna answer a question you already know the answer to. You know damn well why Iâm here; I want you, and I wanna see you, and I want you to finally go out with me so we can live happily ever after and put me out of my misery," he proclaimed, with the spirit of Romeo possessing him.
"You just did, though," you noted with a smirk.
"Huh?"
"You just answered a question I already know the answer to." With that, you grabbed your bag and swayed away from the man, who was too distracted watching you walk away to comprehend that you were gone.
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On a Friday night, you had a lot you could do: read a new book, talk to your mom, whom you hadnât seen in two months on the phone, organize a sleepover with your friends and watch a movie, finish the five essays you havenât finished yet, go off campus and try new food, and if you donât like it, get the food you know and like and eat it.
But in Averyâs opinion, there was nothing better to do than to go to the Kappa Sigma party. You would usually not necessarily disagree; a party is sometimes exactly what you needed, but not this Friday and not at Kappa Sigma.
"Avery, did you forget the 100 times that I have told you he is now in my 18th-century lit class? I had to see him three times this week for almost an hour each lecture. Those are three hours where I had to see him, where I had to hear him speak," you dramatically articulated. "And if you count the times that I have seen him in the halls, and the one time I saw him in the library, and the one time he came into my poetry class and sat there, watching me for 20 minutes before Professor Sinclair told him to leave, and the one time he came here to give me flowers and ask me out, that makes like a hundred thousand hours that I had to see him this week. I do not wanna go to his party!"
Your roommates all looked at you like you just fell down from an alien spaceship. Nora was the first one to react. "Your math skills are really bad, Yn."
Avery rolled her eyes. "True, but thatâs besides the point; Yn, why are you whining that the hottest and richest guy at this entire university wants you and has been wanting you for the last two years? Thatâs a flex, girl! Now, go put on a sexy ass outfit on that sexy ass bod and letâs. go. out."
"Woooo!" you heard Sasha yell from the kitchen, making you crack a smile amid your misery.
"Alright, but next Friday, I choose what we do," you claimed, with full intention of keeping that promise.
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You and all four of your roommates arrived at the Kappa Sigma house with outfits that nobody else could compete with. You were wearing a tight, black off-shoulder shirt and a red mini skirt that emphasized your already emphasized thickness. Topped off with soft glam makeup and black heels, you felt like a real woman.
"Welcome, ladies," the deep voice that could only belong to Taehyung greeted you. "Sasha."
"Hi, Tae," Sasha purred, her hands quickly finding his neck, leaning into a passionate kiss.
These two had been a couple for a few months now, after a whole year of being on and off. Despite the stereotypes of frat boys, Taehyung knew how to treat his girl right.
You entered the house with one friend less; Sasha disappeared with Taehyung into the chaos that is the current state of this house. Your other roommates quickly disappeared as well, much to your dismay.
Now, your goal was to socialize, maybe drink a little something, but not too much because of the essays that you would have to write the next day. Your eyes scanned the house for a familiar face, and it landed on one.
One that was looking you up and down with hunger. He signaled you to come over where he was sitting with a bunch of girls and one other guy. You shook your head no, so he came over.
"Yn! Iâm glad you came, baby." He hugged you, and you only half-hugged him back. "You look gorgeous, of course."
"Thanks, Jeongguk," you said politely.
You and he had a complex relationship; the first time he saw you, he showed romantic interest in you, showering you with affection and gifts. He never stopped. You always rejected him, no exceptions, even at times where you wanted nothing more than to say yes. Yet he was always kind to you, and you were kind to him (most of the time). Your mutual friends always brought you together; it was as if you couldnât escape one anotherâto his pleasure and to your dismay.
"Lemme get you something to drink," he went into the kitchen and came back with a soda can. "Here, I know you usually donât drink, so I got you a cola; hope thatâs fine."
"It is, thank you," you smiled softly and started drinking the cola. "So, youâre interested in literature this year."
You only started a conversation because you knew he would not leave your side the entire night anyway, and you would prefer it if you picked the topic of conversation instead of him.
"Hell yeah, I love me some Samuel L. Jackson," he stated, making you laugh.
"You mean Samuel Johnson, you idiot," you said, giggling as you pushed his strong arm playfully.
He watched you giggle, gazing as if you hung the stars. "Yeah, yeah, same thing, same thing." With his boyish smile, he said, "Look, Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable by signing up for the same class as you. It was kinda out of pocket, even for my standards. I know the last person you wanna see is me, so if you want me to drop it, I will."
Your jaw metaphorically dropped at Jungkookâs words. Those are words that came out of Jungkookâs mouth? Does that mean that he will leave me alone completely if I wish? What does this mean?
A strange emotion settled deep inside you; you started wondering if you had done something wrong or if he perhaps found another girl he wanted to ask out even more than he wanted to ask you out.
"Jungkook, it is your right to choose whatever class you want to be in; I canât be mad at you for that. Besides, you will learn a lot from Professor Sullivan; heâs great," you reassured him with a sweet voice.
"Yeah?" He grinned, recognizing that this was your way of saying you did not want him to leave.
"Oh yeah, he is a delightful old man. The stories he has to share are amazing. Did you even know heâs married to Professor Martinez? The reason why she hasnât taken his last name is that he was against it, telling her, âMaria, if you take my name, that is erasure. Erasure of your life before my appearance, and erasure of your beautiful Mexican heritage, Maria. Do not change your name to mine; I am technically your oppressor.â He told us that story maybe about 23 times, and he made sure to roll the r real hard," you found yourself joking with Jungkook, as your mind took you back to Averyâs earlier words.
It was not the first time that your friends said the same words to you; they always expressed their envy and their confusion about the situation with Jungkook. But you were thinking much deeper than them.
Much to everybodyâs surprise, you never had a boyfriend, and you were also still a virgin. The most you did was a kiss you shared with a guy at your high school graduation, which you immediately regretted. You had high standards. For yourself, for your future, for your future husband, and for everyone you allowed to enter your life. It was not about not having options; God knows you had many. It was about knowing for sure that the man you give these things toâyour trust, your dignity, your virginity, your loveâwould be the right one, the one that deserved it. The idea that Jungkookâthe man who gave you his undivided attention for two years straight and spoiled you without being askedâwas perhaps the man for you didnât sound so unbelievable anymore.
When you were a freshman and before you met him, you heard stories about himâstories of the parties he threw, the money he had, the many girls he fucked. These stories made you cautious, even though he put in real effort to get closer to you, you were hard to impress, and it was even harder for you to get out of your shell of self-protection.
Jungkook howled with laughter at the things you told him about your professor; either he found them genuinely amusing, or he was just laughing because the stories came out of your mouth.
âSo, what will you do?â he asked once the laughter died down a bit.
You tilted your head innocently. âWhat do you mean?â
He looked at you with such tenderness, your innocent eyes captivating him.
âWhen we get married, will you keep your name, or will you take mine?â he posed the question so casually, yet so longingly.
You shrugged your shoulders elegantly, taking a small sip from your forgotten cola. âI will probably take yours.â
The words you said that Friday night made Jeon Jungkook the happiest man on planet Earth, and probably all the other planets in the universe.
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âSo, you little minx sat down and talked to Jungkook basically the entire fucking party, and you didnât even get up once? You didnât even complain about it!â Avery was almost lost for words; key word, almost.
âWhatâs the big deal? We talked, so what?â you shrugged it off.
âEverybodyâs talking about it, you know. They think you might finally give the guy a chance,â Nora chimed in. âI always knew you would eventually cave; I mean, with those arms and that black card, I wouldâve folded a long time ago. Thereâs a rumor he has a seven-inch dick, by the way.â
Just as you were about to say something, Sasha entered the living room, having just finished talking to Taehyung on the phone. âWhat are you girlies talking about?â
Avery answered, âOh, just about Yn and Jungkook getting married and having six kids.â
You threw a pillow at her head in response, and Sasha smirked at the mention of her boyfriendâs buddy. âYeah, I heard what happened. Tae told me Jungkook went crazy after talking to you, saying that this will be the year that he will claim you as his and that thereâs not a single person that can take away the happiness that heâs experiencing at the moment. He literally canât stop talking about you.â
You suppressed your smile successfully and shrugged your shoulders again. âI donât see why itâs a big deal. I mean, you all left me lonely at that party, and he was the first familiar face I saw, sooo⊠I had nothing better to do.â
âGod, youâre such an odd person. The guy wants you so bad, just give him a chance. You think itâs not noticeable that you are also kinda into him, but if you werenât, you wouldâve blocked that guy a long time ago, and you wouldâve gone crazy on his ass with all the things he does to get your attention, but you donât,â Tanya argued with a sly smirk on her face. âYou may be mysterious to other people, but you canât fool your best friends, who have been living with you for two years.â
Avery and Nora both agreed with Tanyaâs words by nodding their heads crazily, and Sasha said a loud âtrueâ from the kitchen across the living room, where she was preparing five hot chocolates for you.
âI do go crazy; I always go crazy; I always tell him off. You all have personally experienced me going off on him for things he did and said,â you defended yourself the best you could, before taking the hot chocolate out of Sashaâs hands with a small âthank you, S.â
âYeah, but itâs not really a âfuck off, I donât ever wanna see you or hear you againâ type of âgoing offâ; itâs more like a âugh, Jungkook, I canât believe you did this again. Please do it againâ type of thing,â Avery mocked with a high-pitched voice and fluttering eyelashes.
âOh my God, I do not do that.â
âYou kinda do, now that I think about it,â Sasha finally sat down. âI mean, I have seen you pick fights with men flirting with you before, and you are a completely different person with them versus with Jungkook.â
The others thought about what Sasha said, and it was almost like a collective epiphany. They all looked at you with the same look on their faces; almost an accusatory expression.
âYou totally like him; oh my God! Yn likes Jungkook. It makes so much sense; I canât believe I was so stupid,â Nora expressed with exciting energy.
You felt a rush of relief coming over you, almost as if you were carrying a secret that you wanted out. You had no idea if that feeling was a good sign or a bad one.
âOkay, letâs not get ahead of ourselves here, girls. I do not âtotally like himâ; I may be just startingâemphasis on just startingâto warm up to the idea of giving him a chance,â you revealed. âBut Sasha, promise not to tell Taehyung about this, âcause if you do, Jungkook is gonna know by default, and Iâm never gonna hear the end of it.â
âI wonât; I promise. This is just soooo exciting,â she spoke. âItâs just gonna be really hard to keep to myself, but I will try.â
âNo, you wonât just try; you have to actually not say anything. You forget how indecisive I am; I could change my mind about this in an hour, so if you tell Taehyung, he will tell Jungkook, then Jungkook builds up hope and confronts me about what he heard, and Iâll just be like, âOh, that was nothing; heâs just messing with you,â and can you imagine how hurt his feelings would be? I really donât need that on my conscience,â you explained thoroughly, your dramatics intact as they always were.
âOh my God,â they all said in unison.
âWhat?â
âYou care about his feelings!â Avery exclaimed, standing up dramatically. âYou like him, like, like him. Admit it, admit it, please, please, please.â
âShut up. Iâm going to bed now. Buh-bye.â With that, you exited the living room, leaving your friends to talk about your situation for another hour before also going to bed.
âRemember when he got her a Cartier bracelet?â
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âI will form six groups consisting of four students; each group discussing the topic I will be assigning them,â Professor Sullivan revealed.
âMs. Ln, you will be grouped with Ms. Jones, Mr. Jeon, and Mr. Davis,â he spoke loudly. âYou will be discussing Rousseauâs âThe Confessionsâ and prepare a presentation on identity and selfhood that is due next week, on Monday.â
You dreaded being in a group with Ben Davis, who had been nothing but a pain in your butt since you got to know him, but at least the assignment was the one that you wanted.
Jungkook, who sat next to you, smirked and nodded his head. âThey couldnât tear us apart if they tried, angel; this is meant to be.â
âWho are you even talking about? Whoâs they?â Confused by his words, you asked.
âJust the world. You know how much these people hate real love,â he flashed you his trademark smile, making you push his arm playfully.
"Could you two stop flirting so we can start with the assignment?" the annoying voice of Ben whined, sitting across from you, with Lily Jones joining in the seat next to his.
âAlright, letâs dive in,â you started talking. âI personally think the most transfixing part of âThe Confessionsâ is how Rousseau emphasizes his intentions to be authentic. He exposes himself without shame or any sense of privacy, which for the time challenged societal norms completely.â
Lily nodded in agreement; Jungkook was busy staring at your lips as you articulated your opinion, smiling with his arm still around your shoulder. Ben, on the other hand, pulled a face you could only describe as disgusted. âAuthenticity? The only authentic thing about Rousseau is that he is able to whine about his feelings like a pubescent girl. It feels almost like narcissism to me.â
"What a stupid take, Ben. With Rousseau writing this book, he laid the foundation for modern notions of individuality; the book challenges the reader to think about their own identity, their individuality," you explained your point further.
âI donât need a stupid book like this to tell me about my identity or my individuality. Itâs literally just a dude whining and rambling about his feelings and whatnot. No one wants to hear it,â Ben snapped.
Jungkook looked between you and Ben while you were arguing; seeing your agitated face when you hated someone made him realize you didnât hate him at all. You even leaned closer into his arms.
âWell, I think we can use this as a talking point in our presentation,â Lily stated her idea. âHow our perception of the book is similar to how we perceive ourselves; there are people like Yn, who confront and explore their feelings, thus creating a healthy relationship with the self, and there are people like Ben, who repress and ignore them, which makes for an angry person; which, by the way, is also an emotion.â
You and Lily giggled at her words, sending each other glances as to say, "God, I fucking hate that guy."
Jungkook decided to chime in. âThatâs a good idea. We can use it as an opportunity to dive deeper into the self, to question it. If you are so opposed to Rousseauâs vulnerability, thatâs a big indication of your own issues with vulnerability.â
You observed him as he spoke, astonished at his participation. You leaned in even more, to the point where your bodies touched as a way to show him you liked what he said.
âOh, shut the hell up, man,â Ben shot back. âWe all know youâre just here âcause of her; you donât actually give a crap about all this.â
Jungkook simply smirked at him, already having figured out how easily provoked Ben was.
âHe obviously cares more than you, âcause with that attitude, we are never gonna get a presentation done, much less start,â you defended Jungkook sassily, with a displeased expression sent Benâs way, who just mumbled, âYeah, go on, defend your boyfriend.â
âTrue,â Lily sighed. âBy the way, where are we gonna prepare our presentation? The common rooms are always too loud, and all lecture halls are always occupied, and I donât know about you guys, but my dorm isnât exactly a mansion.â
You thought about Lilyâs concern for a second, and the same resonated with you; your on-campus apartment wasnât small, but you shared it with four very loud girls.
âWe can do it at my place; I donât mind,â Jungkook offered with a squeeze on your shoulder. âThen I finally have an excuse to invite my baby over.â
You looked up at him, meeting his mischievous eyes. For a moment, you shared intimate eye contact before Ben coughed to get your attention. âAt your penthouse? Pff, no thanks. Iâm sure a professor will let us use a room here.â
âYou are not serious, Ben. Jungkook just offers us to go to his huge penthouse and you decline? I must say, I have never known such a dedicated hater; itâs almost admirable,â Lily admitted her admiration for Benâs consistency.
âWhy the fuck would we go there? Itâs off campus, and itâs a penthouse; itâs so⊠distracting and unnecessary,â Ben debated, irritation written all over him.
âItâs a 15-minute walk and a five-minute drive, man; itâs not in Mexico,â Jungkook concurred, unable to find reason in Benâs opposition.
âAnd whatâs wrong with it being a penthouse? I personally would love to just hang out at a penthouse. It would make uni work a lot easier, actually,â Lily stated.
âI agree,â you shared, making Jungkook grin like an idiot at the image of you in his house. âAnd since this is a democracy, and we have one vote against three, we will meet at Jungkookâs penthouse next Sunday; of course, if that works for you, Jungkook."
âWorks perfect!â he excitedly responded.
Ben was looking pissed as always; Lily was already thinking about all the pictures she was going to ask you to take of her in the penthouse for her Instagram, and Jungkook and you seemed to be in your own little world, gazing at each other.
âThank you, Jungkook; thatâs really nice of you,â you expressed with a smile, lifting your face to his to plant a short kiss on his cheek.
His heart raced at the unexpected movement; you had never done that before. He froze, his gaze lingering on you for a long moment while you gathered your belongings at the signal of class dismissal. One by one, the students gradually walked out, and you followed suit with Jungkook trailing behind you. He advanced in your direction, watching your hips sway.
âYn!â he called after you, resulting in you turning around.
âYes?â
âGo out with me tomorrow night at 7:00, just you and me,â he called out flirtatiously, gaining the attention of everybody around him, but only having his eyes on you.
You grinned mischievously at him before replying, âI donât know about that⊠youâll have to impress me first.â
To anyone else, it might sound like a rejection, but to Jungkook, it sparked a glimmer of hope that made his heart leap with resolve. Until now, it had only been ânoâs and âno thank youâs. He was more confident than ever that he would capture the heart that had captured his.
___
âYn, what did you do to Jungkook?â Sasha came back from a date night with Taehyung. âTae told me he canât stop smiling and is just sitting there, being cheesy as fuck.â
You were writing a sonnet for your poetry class as she barged into your room, looking stunning. âWhat made him think itâs about me? Let the man smile and be cheesy in peace.â
After Sasha looked at you with a look that said âyou know damn well,â you confessed, âHe asked me out, and Iââ
âYou finally said yes??â she quickly interrupted with a dropped jaw.
âNooo, I said maybe if he impresses me,â you continued. âOh, and I also kissed him on the cheek.â
âYou. Did. Not!â Sasha put a hand over her mouth, a loud gasp leaving it. âNo wonder he is a smiling idiot; you broke him!â
âNo, I didnât âbreakâ him; Iâm simply doing what I already said I am doing; Iâm warming him up, giving him hope,â you explained, putting your pen down. âBecause there is a very high chance that I will agree to go out with him soon. I just need that something.â
âThat something?â Sasha repeated, confused.
âYeah, that something; that one moment that makes me go yes, this is the man I want,â you further explained. âI have a good reason, two actually; Iâm picky, indecisive, and also a virgin, so if I let him in and then, for some reason, regret it, I will be destroyed. And if I suddenly change my mind after giving him a chance, it will hurt Jungkook really badly, and I donât want that.â
Sasha looked perplexed and deep in thought at your words, as if puzzling them together and making sense of them. âOh wow, I never thought of it like that, but now, I totally get you.â
âWell, finally!â you smiled at her and giggled. âAnyway, what are you and Tae wearing to the Halloween party? Cause I was thinkingâŠâ
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You and your girls took Halloween very seriously. You loved the dressing up, the makeup, and you always utilized the only day in the year where it was socially acceptable to be someone else entirely.
Of course, there were always at least six simultaneous Halloween parties going on on campus, and you had to choose between them, which was never a hard decision to make since Kappa Sigma always won. If theyâre throwing a party, no other party stood a chance.
You decided to dress up as something cute yet sexy but very recognizable. Last year you came as Jane Eyre, and not a single person guessed your costume right. You decided to go with Chel from âThe Road to El Doradoâ; a white maxi skirt with two slits on the sides, a pink tube top, and statement jewelry with your hair down. It was low effort, yet very effective.
Nora went with Cher from Clueless, Avery of course was Shego, Tanya went creative and dressed as 2010 Justin Bieber, and Sasha and Taehyung were Morticia and Gomez Addams for the night, catching many envious stares.
After all the assignments, the essays, and the overall stress of uni the past few weeks, you hadnât felt that alive and sexy in a while. Your maxi skirt was clinging to your full lower body seductively, and your tube top took on the very shape of your chest. You looked damn good, and you were ready to feel good too. Promising you wouldnât drink too much, you took it slow.
Moving your hips seductively to the beat of a The Weeknd song while closing your eyes and tilting your head back, with Avery and Nora dancing together in front of you. Tanya was nowhere to be found, and Taehyung and Sasha were having their own dance party, grinding and kissing like there was no tomorrow. The dancing continued, and with it, the staring. You wished you could just dance at a party and have everybody mind their own business.
After a couple more rounds of dancing and drinking, you felt a firm hand gripping your hips. Turning around immediately, you pushed the guy away and looked at him, terrified. âWhat the fuck?? Get your filthy hands off of me!!â
Your friends stopped their dancing for a moment to see what was going on. They found Ben, dressed as Patrick Bateman, groping your hips like you were his property. âJust having fun, bird; donât get all upset.â
Avery and Nora yelled at him, but it wasnât effective. The scene caused such a huge stir that even Sasha and Taehyung got out of their trance, watching your fight with Ben.
âYo, dude, get the fuck outta here, or Iâll call the cops on you,â Taehyung stepped in, pushing Ben completely out of the way. âWhat the fuck made you think you could do this, huh?â
As if he knew just when to step in, Jungkook in a cop uniform just arrived at the scene, asking what was happening.
A very drunk Ben slurred his words in an almost incoherent tone, facing Taehyung. âLook, man, sheâs dressed like a slut. So Iâm gonna treat her like a slut.â
Jungkookâs eyes widened at Benâs words, trying to make sense of the situation. He followed Benâs eyes that were directly watching you, all of your friends and Taehyung just standing shocked, and the only thing between you and Ben was a protective Taehyung. Ben was talking about you.
Without putting any thought into his actions, Jungkook stepped in and punched the guy in his face, causing him to stumble down to the ground, where Jungkook kicked him in the face before crouching down and spitting on him. âWhat the fuck did you just say??! Did you touch her, huh? Did you fucking touch her? I swear, Iâll kill you; Iâll fucking kill you, man; this is your last day alive, âcause Iâll kill you.â
You had no idea what to do in this situation, so you just watched with a shrinking posture, similar to your friends who were all in shock at the scene of Ben lying on the ground, his blood pouring out while Jungkook continued to throw punches. At that point, the entire party stopped and just observed the scene.
"Jungkook, thatâs enough. Iâd love for you to kill him, but I donât wanna see you in jail, bro," Taehyung calmly spoke, in order to ease the tension. Jungkook listened to him, standing up; a look that furious had never been on his face.
He turned to you, taking your hands in his, his face softening at the sight of you. âEverything okay, baby?â
You nodded weakly, semi-visible tears rolling down your cheeks. Your instincts told you to hug him, so you did. He immediately pulled you closer to him, his hand on your back and your chest against his as he soothingly rocked you back and forth. Everybody was watching you, but you didnât find it in yourself to care.
âCome on, Iâll take you upstairs to relax,â he took your hand, guiding you through the crowd and into one of the bedrooms. âWant me to carry you?â
For the first time in those 30 minutes, you cracked a tiny smile, knowing that he was so very serious about carrying you in front of an entire party. âNo, thatâs fine; I can walk.â
Ignoring the intense eyes of the crowd, you two made your way upstairs.
Your eyes were still slightly watery with tears, and you were still holding onto Jungkookâs hand as you both sat down on the bed. âThank you, Jungkook.â
He offered you an irresistible smile and brought you in tighter against his solid chest, allowing you to hear his every heartbeat clearly. âThatâs my job, baby; no need to thank me.â
âYou really didnât have to do that; I donât want you to put yourself in danger for me, Kookie,â you spoke against his chest, with a soft, alluring voice, using his nickname to make him happy. âBen really isnât worth your anger at all.â
Jungkook took in your entire figure from above you with a gleam in his eyes. âYn, I will do anything to protect you. I wonât ever allow anyone to harm you.â
You gently pulled away from his chest to meet his loving gaze. You never understood the books where the main character described a romantic encounter by saying âit felt like we were the only two people in the worldâ until that moment. He leaned in closer, maintaining eye contact. You placed a delicate hand on his muscular armâtoo gentle to stop him from getting closer, yet firm enough to prevent yourself from melting into him.
You were face to face with him nowâbreathing the same air. âYou really mean that?â
âI couldnât be more sincere,â he whispered, the warmth of his words meeting your full lips, his hands firmly placed on your soft, naked waist. âYou know, weâve never been this close before.â
âYeah,â is all you managed to say, avoiding eye contact.
Suddenly, Jungkook pulled away, standing up, offering you his hand. âAs much as I want to kiss you, I donât think we should do that right now. You obviously drank tonight, and I want you to want to kiss me, and I want you to remember kissing me.â
You nodded and took his hand, not knowing what to say or do. As you stepped outside again, Jungkookâs broad shoulders became your view, him leading you downstairs again to take you home.
âJungkook?â you said his name quietly, almost in a whisper.
He turned around, watching your shorter and smaller frame from above, looking absolutely tempting. âYeah?â
âIâll go out with you.â
___
The week after the Halloween party was exhausting; there were exams, essays, and seminars.
Besides the exams and usual uni duties, Jungkook was very enthusiastic about your first date. Being secretive about what heâd planned, getting your friends to ask you what you expected from a first date in an unsuspecting way, not wanting to annoy you so that you wouldnât change your mind. It was very endearing.
You were also looking forward to the date, but you were much more subtle about it. Jungkook didnât care about secrecy as much, telling every single person he knew that you agreed to go on a date with him; the news spread fast, and every student knew about your date.
Taehyung reported to Sasha that he jumped up and down, screaming and shouting out of the windows, âI DID IT! I FINALLY DID IT!â And later, when the pizza they ordered arrived, he tipped the delivery guy 300 bucks and told him, "The love of my life finally agreed to go out with me; I wish for you the same. I wish for every longing soul to experience the same happiness I am in right now, but I donât think thatâs possible because only she is capable of making a human feel this way. Goodbye and good luck, brother."
As for your shared class, he was insatiable. It was about the only time that week where you were able to see each other, and he had made good use of those three hours. In just three lectures, he got you a Swiss chocolate cake with a picture of himself printed on it because Avery informed him chocolate cake was your favorite. He got you a beige rose Lady Dior purse because it "goes well with your complexion," and a pink diamond ring, which he said was "nothing compared to the future engagement ring, of course." Before he signed up for your class, he gave you a gift once every two weeks, so this was a lot even for Jungkook. You told him it was all unnecessary, and he said, "No, this is very necessary; gotta spoil my future wife."
You were drowning in your assignments, your MacBook completely overheating when your name was called.
"Yn! Thereâs a package for you on the table," Tanya, one of your roommates informed.
You got out of your room confused; you couldnât remember ordering anything in the last few weeks, and Jungkook usually liked to give you his gifts in person. âAre you sure itâs for me?â
Tanya playfully scoffed at you, reading whatâs on the package again. âIs there another Yn here that I have yet to be introduced to?â
You scoffed back, taking the package into your room. Your impatient self couldnât resist tearing it open to see whatâs inside. A note, a small box, and a big white box with the words âGivenchyâ on it. Your breath hitched.
The note read: âWear this to our date, gorgeous. Yours forever, JK.â
Almost scared to do so, you opened the white box, revealing a gorgeous, long blue silk dress. Then you opened the smaller box, which held a beautiful 24k gold necklace and matching earrings inside it. That idiot. You smiled to yourself, but quickly realized you shouldnât.
You were a princess, and you deserved to be treated like one; he was just a rich enough man to comply.
You freed yourself from the clothes you were wearing. Carefully, you took the dress out of the box and put it on.
It fit like a glove, harmonizing with your every curve. The neckline was low, exposing the perfect amount of cleavage.
How did he know my size?
You put the dress back into the box neatly and pulled out your phone.
7:26
Yn: How do you know my size?
7:29
JK: Iâm glad you got my little gift. Do you like it?
7:31
Yn: Yes, it is very nice; thank you. It was not necessary at all.
7:32
JK: Iâm glad, baby; canât stop thinking about tomorrow.
7:34
Yn: Iâm really excited too.
7:36
JK: Promise you wonât be disappointed.
___
Whistles and girly screams were heard all over your apartment when you stepped out of your room, wearing the blue silk dress that clung to your wide hips and showcased your full chest perfectly; in soft glam makeup and your hair in an elegant updo, dazzled with the matching set of necklace and earrings, a pretty black purse in your hand. You looked the very image of beauty.
âDamn, girl!â Nora let out, impressed by your beauty.
âDoes it look good?â you asked. You knew you looked beautiful, but you needed the extra assurance.
âAre you kidding me? You look ravishing, absolutely radiant; your body is just wow,â Avery complimented, observing you from head to toe. âIs that a new dress? Itâs soo fucking gorgeous.â
âYeah, it is; Jungkook actually sent it to me to wear today.â You felt your cheeks heating up at the knowing glances of your friends.
âMmhmh, heâs a good man, Yn; a good man,â Sasha quoted a TikTok sound. âHeâs so gonna freak when he sees you!â
âIs that what was in the package a few days ago? The guyâs got taste; gotta hand it to him,â Tanya chimed in. âWhen is he picking you up?â
You looked at the clock and answered, âJust in 3 minutes.â
About two seconds after you said that, a knock was heard from your front door.
âOoooh, somebodyâs eager,â Nora wiggled her eyebrows.
You walked to the front door, opening it after letting out an âIâll get that.â
Before you stood Jungkook, wearing black tailored pants and a sophisticated white button-up shirt tucked into his pants, emphasizing his small waist and his muscular frame. In his hand, he held a big bouquet of pink and red roses.
âHi, Jungkook,â you greeted him with a million-dollar smile.
He observed you with the biggest grin in the world, letting his eyes travel up and down your frame. âYou are the most beautiful woman on Earth. Here, these are for you.â
He handed you the bouquet, which you took gracefully. âThank you! Theyâre beautiful.â
Your friends freaked out, all attentively watching the interaction.
âLetâs go?â Jungkook said in a questioning tone. You nodded.
âNo funny business, mister! We want her home by 11,â Avery screamed while you and Jungkook made your way out. Jungkook laughed, giving her a thumbs up.
âYeah, you better not try anything with our girl; remember, we see all!â Sasha joined her, while Tanya and Nora made kissing and moaning noises, causing you to facepalm.
âLetâs just go, Jungkook,â you expressed in an embarrassed voice. âIâll see you girls later!â
Once you were out, you looked at Jungkook apologetically. âI am so sorry; theyâre literally so embarrassing sometimes.â
âItâs fine,â Jungkook chuckled, taking your hand in his. âLet them have their fun; theyâve been waiting for this day as long as I have.â
You bit your lip as your eyes met his longing ones.
âNow, letâs go,â he started walking faster towards his car. âI got us reservations at Quince.â
Quince was an Italian restaurant that you only heard of but never entered; it was much too expensive for you to even consider. It was not like you were poor; it was just that Jungkook was wealthy.
You both made your way to the car together; he opened the door for you and then entered himself.
âThis is a really nice car,â you stated, taking in the car with a wide-eyed look.
âYeah?â He started the engine. âItâs a Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero.â
You simply nodded, still looking around amazed.
âYou know, Iâm beyond happy you finally agreed to go out with me,â Jungkook admitted, one hand on the wheel and the other hand finding your thick thighs. âI lost hope there for a while, you know?â
âWell, what can I say? Iâm an incalculable girl,â you teased, putting a hand over his, linking your fingers. âYou will never figure me out, Jungkook.â
Jungkookâs dimple was visible as you gazed at him while he looked ahead.
âRemember when you told me youâre never going out with me? Well, now you are,â his voice reminisced. âSo, I think I will figure you out, Yn.â
You decided to push his buttons a little. âAre you telling me you would wait over two years to figure me out? I didnât peg you for a patient one.â
âI would wait a lifetime just to get a little piece of your heart and be able to call it mine, Yn,â he professed, his hands tightened, and his eyes gazed at you with yearning.
You didnât know what to say.
_
The dinner at Quince was a dream come true; Jungkook rented out the entire restaurant for you, the view was breathtaking, every dish was a work of art, and the service treated you like royalty.
âSo, do you like it here?â Jungkook asked you as you shared a slice of the best chocolate cake you had ever tasted.
âI love it!â you enthusiastically replied. âIt is so beautiful here, Jungkook; honestly, thank you so much.â
The harpist was in the back, playing soft melodies that warmed your heart. You could not believe Jungkook planned all of this for you, and a sense of regret washed over you as you realized this was the man that you had been denying for two years.
âNo need to thank me, baby; the important thing is that youâre with me,â he took a piece of cake with his fork and held it in front of your mouth, which you then ate, blushing. âI got something for you.â
Jungkook made a hand gesture, and as if on cue, a staff member came in, holding a framed picture in their hand, handing it to Jungkook.
He held it up for you to see; it was a star map, a very beautiful one. âThis is the star map of the day we metâ3rd of October, 2 years ago.â
Your eyes widened. âYou remember the day we met?â
âOf course I do.â
âJungkook, itâs so beautiful. Iâll hang it up on my wall,â you admired it while he admired you. âYouâre really spoiling me.â
âOf course, baby, thatâs my job,â he answered, taking your hand in his. âNow, letâs go; I have something planned for us.â
_
âWhere are you taking me now?â you inquired; his secrecy wasnât scaring you, but you were a naturally curious person.
âItâs a secret, baby. I promise youâll love it,â Jungkook kept his eyes on the road, responsibly, and his veins ripped along his forearms, your eyes glued to the thickness of his arms.
âUgh, fine, if you wanna be secretive about this, be secretive about it,â you feigned dramatic annoyance. âJust know that Iâm hating every minute of it.â
âI think I can live with that since weâre just three minutes away,â he teased, his dimples evident.
âThree whole minutes of me hating it⊠you are a very cruel man, Jeon,â you shook your head, enjoying the breeze of the Californian air.
When you arrived in the parking lot of a bar, he pulled up saying, âWeâre here!â before stepping out and jogging to your side, opening the door for you. You took his hand, letting him lead the way into the bar.
âA bar?â you asked in a suspicious voice. âJungkook, a bar is not the place you take a ladyâŠâ
He knew you were joking and chuckled lightly.
âJust wait till we get in; youâll love it,â his excitement was apparent, which confused you even more.
You stepped inside the bar, which was actually prettier than you imagined it would be; it had a calming feel about it. It didnât look like a traditional bar; there was a stage set up and seats for an audience where about 30 people were already sat.
âSit here,â Jungkook took your hand and brought you to a seat right in the front.
He made his way onto the stage, which led to you asking him, âWhat are you doing?â but he didnât answer your question and just stood in front of the mic.
âSo, uh, I wrote a poem a few weeks ago about the girl I loveâa girl I have been trying to get with for two straight years and failed every time. I know how much she loves poetry,â Jungkook spoke to the crowd, his eyes gleaming with happiness. âAnd exactly a week and two days ago, she agreed to go out with me. Actually, this is part of our date; sheâs sitting right there.â
He pointed at you proudly; the crowd cheered at the cute story he told and then observed you and cheered some more before letting him continue.
Jungkook looked self-assured, but there were little hints that showed you he was nervous to be standing in front of a crowd the way he was. âYn, I know your writing is way superior to mine, but I hope you like this regardless. Iâm gonna read it now.â
The crowd slightly giggled at his comment, but you could only focus on catching your breath and stopping your tears because you had never expected Jungkook to be as amazing as he was.
âIn grand halls where soft echoes linger,
I spread petals, gold on gray floors.
Yet no amount of riches can sway you
To feel whatâs in my heart, what I adore.
Two years have passed like silk through fingers,
Each moment woven with hopes and dreams.
But in your eyes, thereâs a distant wonder;
You craft your path, and itâs not what it seems.
Iâve painted skies with vibrant colors,
Called stars to shine above you, glowing bright.
But love, I find, goes beyond gold and shineâ
Sometimes a simple heart knows what feels right.
Yet here I stand in this space, laid bare,
With wealth at hand, but your laughterâs far away.
Iâd give it all, just to share a momentâ
To glimpse the dreams you cherish and replay.
Though riches fade like whispers in the dark,
My love, unyielding, still holds the spark.â
The crowd erupted into applause, gasps, and "awe's" and "Girl, marry him's" as Jungkook finished. You sat there, frozen in time and frozen in the words he dedicated to you; your heart beating faster than it should be, and singular tears rolling down your face.
Jungkook left the stage, eagerly approached you with the softest smile. âDid you like it?â
You couldnât utter a word; you only stood in front of him, shook your head slightly in disbelief, and threw your arms around his neck tightly, jumping into his arms, hiding your face in his chest. You cried.
âHey, why are you crying? Was the poem that bad?â he half-joked, running his hands over your hair soothingly.
As you finally parted from him, you glanced at his face, adoringly and implored, âKiss me.â
And so he did. He kissed you hard like a soldier reunited with his loved one after many years; his hands were firmly on your waist, exploring other places of your bodyâin that moment, you were alone. In that moment, it was only Jungkook and you as you lost yourself in each other.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, lost in each other before staying at the bar for a while, listening to talented poets reciting their work.
___
âI can drive you back to the dorms, or you canââ Jungkook started.
âNo, I think I wanna go back to your place,â you quickly interrupted. âOf course, if thatâs okay with you.â
After leaving the bar, you entered his car, lips still swollen from all the kissing.
âOf course itâs okay with me; you said exactly what I hoped youâd say,â he smiled. âYou know, the girls will probably beat me up tomorrow for not bringing you back.â
The drive to his penthouse wasnât long at all; it was just enough to talk for a while and enjoy the evening view.
âOh, absolutely not; they are totally secretly celebrating this because all theyâve been wanting me to do these past two years is give you a chance,â you admitted, also smiling. âNow that that happened, I can just tell you the complete truth; there is nobody more into this than them.â
âDamn, so even with a whole secret support system behind me, it took me two years?â He tsked, finding amusement in the admission. âThatâs embarrassing for me.â
You looked up at him through your lashes and tilted your head; he was focusing on the road, but glanced at you as much as he could. âIf you were anybody else, it wouldâve taken you five more.â
He leaned in to steal a quick kiss; the prideful expression on his face was clear to see. âThatâs really good to know.â
You drove around for the next 10 minutes; finally, you arrived at his luxurious penthouse, which was adorned with a huge terrace and a chic entrance that you rushed to hand in hand.
You had already been to his penthouse for the project, yet its beauty didnât fail to impress you once again; being in this position made it look even more magical.
As soon as you stepped inside, Jungkook grabbed your waist and gently held you, with his lips finding yours again. You stumbled into the spacious yet warm living room. As your lips still moved in sync and passionately, your hands roamed his body, exploring every muscle, every inch. Your gasps intertwined with his heavy breathing, your chest against his. He guided you to the couch and sat down, without breaking the kiss, and with firm, strong hands on your hips, he seated you on his lap.
Your heated core met his clothed, hard dick in sensual movements, the grinding gradually getting quicker and more effective. You felt his hardness press against your covered pussy, leading to feelings unknown to you. Your dress crept up higher with every movement of your generous hips, his hands now on your ass, kneading it while moaning into your mouth.
âFuck, Yn, you donât know how fucking long Iâve been waiting for this,â he breathed, breaking the kiss for just a second before going back immediately, earning an agreeing moan from you.
His hands wandered over your entire body, holding your slightly pudgy stomach and traveling up to your full breasts. You couldnât contain your moans from coming out, your lips moving against his as if they were made for them.
But there was something on your mind that you still had not mentioned to Jungkook.
âWait, Jungkookââ you interrupted your session with a breathless voice. âIâI have to tell you something.â
He was confused, his face slightly flushed with hazy eyes and parted lips. âYeah, anything, baby.â
âIâmâIâm a... virgin,â you almost whispered, still sat on his lap, lowering your head so you wouldnât have to face him. âBut I wanna do this.â
His grip on your hips loosened for a second before he firmly grabbed you again. âOh.â
Your heart sank a little, not knowing what to make of his response.
Just a few seconds later, he continued, âWe can take everything slow, baby; we donât need to rush into anything; weâll do everything at your pace.â
You nodded, raising your head again to look into his eyes. âThank you, Kookie.â
âOf course,â he kissed you gently.
âOkay, we can go back to making out now; I just have a tiny problem,â you noted, easing the tension caused by your revelation. âI donât have anything to wear, and I canât stay in this dress the whole night.â
Jungkook chuckled and slowly stood up. âWait here; Iâll get you a t-shirt.â
The few minutes it took him to get you a shirt gave you a chance to take in your luxurious surroundings; the lavish, over-the-top kitchen facing the living room brought a smile to your face, knowing that Jungkook in no way cooked or had any culinary skills whatsoever.
âHere, wear this,â Jungkook came back with a black shirt in his hands. âNext time, weâll be prepared. Gotta make sure you have your own closet here.â
Your heart beamed at his display of commitment, knowing he was serious about everything he said.
You took the shirt, turning your back to him. âCan you help me zip the dress down? I canât reach it.â
He obliged happily, zipping the dressâ zip down, his hands lightly brushing over your uncovered back, his lips pressing a small kiss on your shoulder. You turned around, letting the dress fall down, exposing you in just a lacy black lingerie set that left little to the imagination.
His gaze traveled over your entire figure, lips grazing his teeth with a spark in his eyes that conveyed a thousand unspoken thoughts.
âDamn,â he uttered after you put on the shirt, which barely reached your thighs. âCanât believe youâre even more beautiful than I imagined.â
With newfound confidence, you pushed his chest, resulting in him ending up on the couch once again, and sat down on his lap with an alluring smile.
âI wanna finish what we started now,â you purred against his lips, guiding his hands to your waist. The rhythm of your seductive hips brought his breath to a halt, guttural "fuck's" escaping him.
You quickly stripped away his shirt, revealing his muscular arms and defined absâall for you to run your hands over and admire, his dick noticeably growing. In response, Jungkook took off yourâor hisâshirt, leaving you in just a lacy bra, your tits practically spilling out of it; a sight he adored more than anything.
âShit... please, let me take off the bra,â Jungkook desperately implored, to which you just as desperately nodded. âJust wanna see you like that.â
His fingers toyed with the clasp of your bra before completely unfastening it, exposing your big tits and hard nipples. You were surprised at your lack of shyness, feeling completely free and comfortable, exposed in front of Jungkook like that.
âFuck,â he growled at the sight of your bare breasts before leaning in, gently taking one into his mouth, sucking it and swirling his tongue around it. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
You pushed your head back from the overwhelming pleasure, one of your tits getting sucked and the other one getting kneaded, while you desperately chased the friction, your thinly clothed pussy rubbing against his dick. It was an erotic experience; Jungkook was introducing you to a new world.
âBaby, if you keep moving like that, Iâm gonna cum in my boxers,â he hissed, his strong arms stopping your movements momentarily.
You were both in a state of haziness; desperation was strongly felt in the air. Your pussy was sticky and slick, aching for more.
âThen fuck me, Jungkook,â you whispered urgently, his breath stopping for a second.
âAre you sure about this, Yn?â he sincerely asked, locking eyes with you to look for a speck of uncertainty; he didnât find it.
âYes, Iâm so sure,â you answered him steadily. âAll I want is for you to fuck me.â
With that, Jungkook didnât waste any time. He stood up, still grabbing your hips firmly while your legs were wrapped around his waist, and carried you toward the elevator, your bare chest pressing against his and your head lazily resting on his broad shoulders. Finally, he carried you to his bedroom, gently throwing you onto the bed.
He looked at you from above, lips caught between his teeth. He hastily put his hands on you, wanting nothing more than to take off your lace panties, the only thing holding him back from seeing you completely bare. So, he did, slipping your panties down your legs until theyâre completely off.
His fingers traced your now bare pussy, lightly teasing it, eliciting a gasp from you. âThatâs the prettiest, wettest fucking pussy Iâve ever had.â
You blushed, not knowing what to say.
Slowly, Jungkookâs hands moved to the waistband of his boxers, taking them off entirely. His thick, long dick was freed, settling on his lower belly. The pre-cum shimmered on it, ready to enter you at any moment.
Your breath hitched, taking it all in for a second; your eyes widened at the powerful sight before you. He stood above you, symbolizing dominance, while you were naked, sitting on the bed, looking up at him with innocent eyes.
âCan I justâŠâ you leaned forward, facing his pretty dick, giving it a lick.
âFuck, Yn, yes please,â he stepped forward a bit to give you easier access. âYou ever done this before?â
You shook your head, maintaining eye contact. His eyes darkened, turned on by your innocence. Strong hands found your hair, guiding you closer to him.
You gave him more licks and kisses, swirling your tongue around it and kissing every inch of it before finally taking it into your mouth entirely. He was big, so you struggled a little to breathe properly, but you wanted to keep going for him.
âShit, baby, youâre doing so good,â he groaned as your hands started working him while your full lips were wrapped around him, sucking him. âJust like that.â
Bobbing your head up and down, you slightly gagged around him, but your hand on his hip signaled him to thrust into your mouth further, which he gladly did. The huge bedroom echoed with his shameless groans and praises.
He smelled clean and tasted salty, sort of musky; it was comfortable having him in your mouth. You continued to explore his dick, recalling all the blowjob wisdom given to you by your friends and the internet, and implementing it.
âBaby, Iâm close,â Jungkookâs words were barely a whimper, sending more arousal to your slick pussy.
His words elicited desperation in you, desiring nothing more than to give him pleasure. You bobbed your head harder, his groans getting louder and his thrusts quicker. His hands tightened around your hair; it was obvious he was losing control, chasing his high.
The heat was building, Jungkookâs voice getting louder, and a few seconds later, a warm, salty liquid filled your mouth, which you instinctively swallowed. You released his dick from your grip and looked up at him.
His head was tilted back, eyes closed and breathing heavily before he finally looked down at you, leaning in and giving you a kiss. He put his boxers on again.
âYou did so great, baby,â he praised, now sitting next to you on the bed. âIâm glad Iâm your first... and last.â
You wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder. âIâm glad too.â
You stayed in his embrace for a few minutes; he soothingly whispered sweet nothings into your ear. With determination, you started grinding against him again; this time, your bare pussy against him. A rush of blood was sent to his dick, slowly getting erect again.
âYouâre driving me crazy, you know that?â Both of his hands were positioned on your moving hips, furthering the friction between you.
âYeah, I do, actually,â you admitted in a sultry whisper, licking his upper lip playfully.
âYeah?â His eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips.
âHmmm, yeah,â you tilted your head flirtatiously, giving in to another kiss. âSo, are you gonna fuck me today or not?â
Jungkook chuckled, clearly amused by your directness. âBaby, I just want to be sure youâre 100% sure about this.â
âI am sure!â you spoke with a tinge of urgency. âCanât you feel my wetness? I need you, Kookie; I need you to be inside of me.â
The contrast of your words and the usage of his silly nickname made Jungkookâs heart race. He felt the urge to take you right then and there.
With a quick shift, he stood up, grabbed a soft towel and put it on the bed, and gently pushed you so you lay on the bed, ready for him to enter. He towered over you, fingers finding your wet pussy again, playing with it. After removing his boxers again, he fisted himself, the sticky sound of pre-cum finding you; you enjoyed the view more than you would admit. He opened a pack of condoms and took one out, wrapping it around his big dick.
âYou sure youâre sure?â
âYes, Iâm sure, Iâm sure,â your bratty attitude started to show.
Jungkook came closer, parting your legs slightly, taking in the sight of your pussy, glistening for him. As he approached your entrance, he maintained eye contact. âThis is gonna hurt a little at first, baby, but tell me as soon as itâs too much, okay?â
You nodded, your eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness. âOkay.â
He held onto you gently and slowly entered your wetness, eliciting a loud gasp from you. As he entered further, you grabbed onto him tighter, burying your head in his shoulder and clawing his back with your nails. âFuck, this pussy is so fucking tight.â
âDoes it hurt, baby?â he gently asked through heavy breaths, his thrusts continuing to be soft. You nodded. âItâs okay; just a moment and itâll feel good.â
And he was right; just a couple of seconds into more soft thrusts, the pain transformed into satisfying pleasure that quickly took over, your gasps turning into soft moans.
âJungkook⊠fuck me harder,â you begged, pushing him down and closer to you; your bodies sticking together even closer than before. âPlease.â
Gradually, his thrusts became harsher, lips moving from your neck to your tits that were begging for his attention and his big hands that gripped your ass. Your desperate grip on his back firmed as you clenched around his dick, causing his breath to hitch. He deepened his thrusts, hitting your walls sensually, introducing you to a pleasure you never knew you could feel.
âShit, you feel so good around me,â his deep, grunting voice hugged you. âGonna fuck you stupid; nobody else can touch you like that.â
His ongoing rambling about how good you felt, how beautiful you were, and how long he had waited for this made you feel like you were the most cherished woman on Earth. You couldnât believe that this was happening. If someone had told you two years ago that you would be in Jungkookâs penthouse, his dick ramming into you deliciously; you would laugh in their face. But here you were.
To add an element of surprise, you suddenly changed the position, turning the both of you around and pushing him down to the bed, taking control as you rode him up and down. A cocky smirk formed on his annoyingly pretty face, looking up at you in admiration.
âYou learn quick,â he praised in a grunt, putting his head between your bouncing tits.
You were too lost in pleasure to respond, your ass clapping against his balls and your hands were all over his broad upper body, savoring every inch of him. Your head tilted back in bliss as his dick slipped in and out of your wet, tight pussy; a sight that Jungkook enjoyed very much.
âBaby, Iâm close, shit⊠Iâm so fucking close,â he informed with a breathy voice, bitten lips, and hazy eyes, dick thrusting up more desperately than before.
Your walls tightened more around his throbbing dick, indicating to him that you were also close. âYeah? Me too, baby.â
After a minute of passionate thrusting and bouncing, Jungkookâs body suddenly tensed, reaching the edge. He released a warm flood of cum with a loud âfuckâ coming out of his mouth.
With a grind of your hips, a moment later, you also reached a pinnacle, your breath hitching and your eyes closed. You got off of Jungkook and laid next to him on the bed, both of you still trying to come down from the high you experienced.
He slowly stood up, grabbed the bloodstained towel he laid under you to put it in the washing basket, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. âYou did so good, you know that?â
You simply smiled sheepishly, also getting up to clean yourself and pee. When you came back from Jungkookâs extravagant bathroom, he was lying on the bed now wearing boxers with an eager smile. âCome here.â
You obliged with swaying hips, your naked figure waltzing over to his king-size bed, laying your head on his chest. âToday was amazing, Jungkook. Thank you for everything.â
He held your hand in his, kissing your head gently. âBaby, that was nothing; I wanna thank you for everything. Itâs really special to me, what you did.â
âIt was easy, being with you and all,â you admitted in a soft voice. âYou know, I feel surprisingly very comfortable with you, Jungkook; itâs weird.â
That made him chuckle; his chest left a vibration. âI think Iâm gonna take that as a complimentâŠ?â
âYou should.â
âI donât think this needs to be said, but I hope you know this means weâre together now,â Jungkook started, now looking deeply into your eyes from above. âLike an item, a thing, boyfriend and girlfriend, soon to be wed, a coupââ
You stopped him with a giggle, laying a loving hand on his chest. âI get it, Jungkook, and I know.â
âGood.â He tightened his grip on your shoulder, smirking as he looked down at your naked body. âNext time, I wanna cum inside; so you better get started with birth control.â
âJungkook!!â
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i hope whoever reads this enjoyed itđ«¶đœđ«¶đœ btw the poem is completely AI generatedđ i really wanna make this sort of a series like write a bunch of different scenarios for this couple; pls tell me your opinion on that.
#jeon jungkook#jeongguk x reader#jungkook x reader#jungkook imagine#bts#taehyung#yoongi#park jimin#namjoon#jung hoseok#seokjin#bangtan#jungkook#bts jeongguk#jeongguk smut#jungkook smut
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Jimin being surprised at his impact. We're so back.
He's such a humble king. I absolutely love that he can feel his hard heart work pay off, even when he's #there. Never forget that you are a superstar baby.
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Notice how Jimin is giving JK space to do what he wants. He's not hovering or telling him to come on. Dude is just patiently waiting while his man has a mini nerd freak-out.
These are the small moments that mean more
There is absolutely no reason for Jimin to be waiting so nonchalantly, chin in hand, legs crossed while the crew is cleaning up and JK is geeking out unless he is waiting specifically for JK.
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#bts#bangtan#jeon jungkook#park jimin#jungkook#jimin#kpop idols#throwback#monkey see monkey do#studying#student life#kpop memes#tired#kpop boys
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Jiminâs Daesang Win â SMF, Pt 2 Connection
Image originally posted by Ask-Serendipity-Sky
Jimin recently won the Fans' Choice of the Year daesang (grand prize) award at the 2024 MAMA ceremony. This award, formerly known as the Worldwide Icon of the Year award, has only previously been won by a group and has been won by his own group (BTS) for the past 6 years. Jimin is the first soloist to win this prestigious award. The last soloist to win a daesang award of any category, a decade ago, was Taeyang of Big Bang, who fans know is an idol that Jimin admired and eventually got to work with on the successful collaboration song, Vibe, in early 2023. It was Taeyang's first entry at all on the Billboard Hot100 chart, and it was Jimin's first as a soloist - but it was not Jiminâs last solo appearance. He went on to have at least 5 more entries up to this point, including the very first #1 by a K-soloist in history. Since then, Jimin has earned countless other historic and record-breaking achievements as a soloist and is continuing to do so at the time of this writing.Â
It is impressive, and a bit sad, that Jimin earned this fan-voted award while away, serving his mandatory military duty for his country, so he was not able to accept the award in person. He was also not present to promote his extremely successful, current solo album, MUSE, although he worked very hard to leave promotional material behind to be used in his absence. It is also worth noting that all of these Billboard achievements were done with very little opportunity for Jimin to promote his work fully - for a variety of reasons.Â
I have often said not to count out a determined Park Jimin. If Jimin makes a plan, envisions a dream, or states a vow, he is one who has shown that he will do whatever he can to try to make sure it comes to pass. With all this said, I think it is a good time to remind everyone of the lyrics of Jiminâs favorite song from his debut solo album, FACE - Set Me Free, Part 2.  (As an aside: I think it should already have gotten 1 billion streams.)Â
While you read the lyrics and rewatch the video, think of all that Jimin has been through and how hard he has worked, which inspired him to make the declarations in this song. Then consider the daesang award he has just received. Jimin truly set himself free and lit his path as a soloist on fire.đ„đ„đ„
Written by GHSTLOOP, Pdogg, Jimin, Supreme Boi Translation by DoolsetBangtan
SET ME FREE, PART 2
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PDogg called it. IYKYK.
**If you're up for a long read and want a reminder of Jimin's journey up to this point, feel free to read my Chameleon Park Jimin Series, parts 1-4.
#Jimin#Soloist Jimin#BTS Jimin#Bangtan Jimin#Jimin's Daesang Award 2024#Jimin's Set Me Free Pt2#Park Jimin#Youtube#Jimin Fan Choice of the Year daesang winner 2024#Jimin_FACE_MUSE
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their new language
#artists on tumblr#artwork#digital art#art#illustration#my art#drawing#bts#bts army#jungkook#jimin#park jimin#jeon jungkook#jimin and jungkook#jikook#kookmin
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"K-Pop meets Hygge" !!
That is the most perfect description. My friends in Denmark would love it! đđ
Washington Post recommends AYS?
"Their real-deal chemistry and wide-eyed delight at life's little pleasures combine to give you a show so soothing, it's the perfect end to a dreary day"
Jikook are reaching a whole new audience with Are You Sure?
Post Date: 23/11/2024
#park jimin#jeon jungkook#kookmin#jikook#are you sure#it is all about the hygge#hygge is awesome#lolol#wish i were in scandinavia#hygge
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jimin the kind of best friend who laughs at you first when you fall and THEN helps you up or rows away while still laughing đ (cr. ouranxingg) + đđđđ
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What a LEGEND.
And LOVED how MAMA highlighted the fact that Jimin is the FIRST and ONLY K-Soloist to reach 4B solo streams on Spotify history.
#Jimin records#GLOBAL POP STAR JIMIN#GLOBAL ICON JIMIN#jimin#park jimin#bts jimin#bts#pjm#jiminie#bangtan#pjms#MAMA 2024
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BOUNCY BOTTOMS!?!?!?!
They are lying across atop each other giggling, legs tangled, fingers in hair, being happy and fine together, making jokes and it's like a lighthouse to me.
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I'm fine đ„Č
I MISS THEM SO MUCH.
*Edited to add Weverse algorithm is so queer coded..I love it. The translations are so tame in comparison lmao..
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Jimin came home!!!!!
He wrote a letter expressing his gratitude for the Daesang on Weverse đđđđđ
The Weverse Translation:
Alternate translations, including the subsequent supportive comments from Jungkook, Jin, and J-Hope:
It is so, so, so wonderful to hear from Jimin and know he is aware of how much we love and support him!!!!!! đđ
#jimin#park jimin#bts jimin#jimin came home#JIMIN CAME HOME đ#he is so happy#this is why we vote!#best boy
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241123 - Jeongguk and Jimin on Weverse
#241123#jimin#park jimin#jimin bts#bts jimin#jungkook#jeon jungkook#jeon jeongguk#jungkook bts#bts jungkook#jikook#bts updates#bts#bangtan#weverse
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