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needingyou2 · 3 years

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Listen! You all need to read this! Imagine a Saturday night with your favorite guy 🥰

UNO ft. JJK

Pairings: Jungkook!Idol x Fem Reader

Genre: Crack and FILTH

Word count: 6.7k

Rating: 18+

Summary: A friend wants to play a new game with you.

Warnings: Stupid nicknames, alcohol, kissing, piercings, orgasms, fingering, pussy eating, bed chasing, ass spanking, cum.

A/N: This if for @scribblemetae -- thanks for the inspiration. And I’m honored that this took your Taehyung spot. Thank you @needingyou2@ignorethissign8 @sabrinareadsbts! Love you all!

You invited Jungkook over to play a few board games and drinks. You did not think the night would end like this.

It started casually enough. He entered your place, wearing a white t-shirt and overly baggy grey sweatpants. You had reinforced over text that you just wanted a chill night in. The workweek had been brutal and the last thing you wanted to do was to go to a bar as he had first suggested.

"Ugh, no bars. I want have fun but I also want to relax. Why don't you come over and I will cook something? Maybe play Jenga or something."

He had laughed at this.

"Jenga? That's the least relaxing game ever. Make it Uno and I will supply the booze," he offers.

You make a deal.

Jungkook was a friend you met through work. Well, a friend was a borderline phrase. When he began working at the restaurant, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

The company shirt clung to his chest tightly. The dark blue short-sleeve button-up the restaurant required every employee to wear made everyone look like mechanics. But on him, Jungkook looked like a hot mechanic by day and a professional stripper by night.

And lucky you, you were picked to show him the ropes on his first few days. And even luckier for you, he was sexy, funny, and a fast learner.

His eyes were wide and innocent, but every now and then he would throw out comments that made your head spin. Casually admiring the short shorts you wore during one blistery summer service. He suggested after one service to hang out sometime since he was new in the area and you had laughed him off.

---------------------------------uirking at the corner of his lips.

“Is that code for fucking?” you had laughed.

He took a sip of his beer and licked the foam from the top of his lip before he leaned over the table closer to you. “If I wanted to fuck, you would know,” he said with a straight face and his eyes sharp.

“Besides,” he huffed, leaning away from the table and settling back into his chair.

“You’re not really my type. No offense.”

He then proceeded to look around the restaurant, eyeing the remaining staff that sat to have a drink before cleaning the rest of the tables and floors for the night. His eyes settled on leggy Sheila and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

You were all the way offended. I mean you weren’t trying to sleep with the dude, yet. But you thought he may at least consider you fuckable if not attractive. And sure, Sheila was pretty, you wouldn’t consider her pretty like you, but what she did do was sleep with the half the male staff.

“It’s cool if you don’t want to, I just thought we vibed and everything, so...”

“Nah, it’s cool. I wouldn’t mind hanging out,” you interrupted, chugging the rest of your drink before excusing yourself to the restroom.

And from there, the two of you did hang out.

You showed him some popular nightclubs and bars in the city that played music. You had your share of getting way too drunk and having to call an Uber home for one another. When you threw a party, you invited him to your house and introduced him to your friends. And soon enough he was part of your weekly tribe.

When you would see him at work the two of you would have your inside jokes about the wild antics from the night before and who you brought home. You gave each other shit for the beer goggles that you wore the night prior and would tumble into laughs with tears rolling down your faces and your stomachs aching.

The two of you had gone to the movies and had been low-key and just watched dumb shit on Netflix together, casually falling asleep on one another’s couch only to wake up and grab a greasy breakfast at a restaurant nearby.

So when he hit you up about hanging out tonight, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Jungkook was your friend. Your really, really hot friend.

“Sup, Pea Head,” you greeted when he walked through your door with a case of beer.

“Hey, No Nut,” Jungkook bounced back as he walked toward your kitchen comfortably and plopped the case of beer on the counter.

“Okay, you were calling me Sliced Bread yesterday, why the sudden change,” you asked as you made grabby hands toward him so he could hand you a beer.

“Well, I knew your love life was pretty boring. But I had no idea you hadn’t orgasmed with anyone the whole year.”

“The fuck?” you splutter out as beer foamed out of your mouth. You hastily used the hem of your shirt to wipe your mouth.

“What?” he asks innocently, eyes big and round as a smile danced on his lips which he tries to conceal as he brings the beer up to his lips.

“Why do you think I haven’t orgasmed in a year?” you question as you hit him in the arm. He hardly budges, and fuck now your fist hurts as well as your ego.

“I didn’t say you haven’t orgasmed at all. I said you haven’t orgasmed at the hands of someone else.” He replies cooly, putting his elbow on the counter.

Jungkook looks around suddenly and begins sniffing the air.

“What are we eating? I’m fucking hungry.”

“All you think about is eating,” you scoff as you walk around him and pull the roasted chicken out of the oven.

“Well, I can’t argue with you there, but pussy is on my brain like at least fifty percent of the time too,” he hums as you hear him walk over to the kitchen table.

“You could at least be a gentleman and ask me if I need help,” you chide as you put the roasting pan on the stovetop.

“Hmm, being a gentleman is overrated.”

And this is how your friendship went with Jungkook. He would call you out on your bullshit and you would call him out on yours.

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“So how are things going with Big Tits?” you ask as you plop down a Skip turn card and then quickly a green 8 onto the Uno deck. “Uno”

“Nothing is going on. Her name is Sarah by the way,” Jungkook informs, as he throws out a blue 8.

“Oh. I thought she was still sucking your dick,” you murmur as your lack of eights and blue cards cause you to pull two cards until you find a yellow 8 card.

“Nah. She hasn’t been around for a while. Actually, I haven’t slept with anyone in a month. What about you,” Jungkook asks as he throws a yellow card onto the stack and then begins humming to the tune playing in the background.

“People are dumb. And so it makes them highly unfuckable for me. So it’s been pretty quiet down below,” you state as you look at him and see that he’s watching you as you throw down a draw four card.

“Green, uno” you announce again.

“So you haven’t cummed, No Nut.”

“Who the fuck told you this, Jungkook?” you ask as you abruptly get up and head to the kitchen for more beers.

“Lacy. She told everyone after service last night when I helped with close,” he calls out.

“Fucking Lacy! I tell her one fucking thing when I’m drunk and she spills like a fucking teapot,” you fume as you step back into the living room and angrily set a beer in front of him.

“So it’s true.” He says looking up at you as you get re-settled back across from him.

You don’t say anything, you just stare at him and he stares at you.

“No, I haven’t orgasmed with anyone. Only alone,” you huff as you pop open the ice-cold beer.

“Ever?” He guffaws as he slams down a green card.

“Ever.” You reply, putting your last card down -- a wild card.

When you look up at him, he’s smiling widely and you can’t help but think about how cute he is.

“Jungkook, you just fucking lost. Again. Why are you cheesing so hard?”

“Uno isn’t my game,” he shrugs as he throws down his hand and picks up his beer. He pops it open and takes a big gulp as his eyes focus on you, a smile spread across his face.

“Okay, what game do you want to play now? I have Connect Four, Scrabble,” you ask, fingers wiggling into a bag of gummy worms, securing two and jamming them inside your mouth.

“How about we play how many times I can make you cum,” he says easily and you nearly choke on the sweet candy melting in your mouth.

You thump your fist to your chest as you look over at him. His face is eerily serious and his tongue comes out to swipe at the corner of his lips. His warm eyes are now dark and raking slowly down your body.

“Are you fucking drunk, Jungkook?”

“Y/N, you have seen me lit... countless of times now. Do I look or sound drunk?”

You take a minute to study him. It’s true, he doesn’t look drunk. He looks completely sober.

“I really don’t know where this is coming from,” you chuckle, trying to dissipate the awkwardness that has filled the room.

“Can I be honest?” he asks, drawing one leg to bend at the knee as his elbow settles onto it to support his weight.

“Yeah,” you whisper, taking another timid sip of your drink.

“So when Lacy shared that no one has ever made you orgasm. I was beyond shocked. I mean look at you...who wouldn’t take the time to watch you fall apart?”

You feel heat rush from your stomach and up to your face. The room suddenly feels too hot and it doesn’t help that his eyes have not left your form. His eyes are bouncing from between your eyes and down your chest and up again.

It’s hard to make you feel uncomfortable in your own home, but you do right now. Uncomfortable because the possibility of fucking Jungkook is thundering through your head.

You laugh again to try to get him to break whatever practical joke he was playing on you.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

“Do you not find me attractive? Have you never thought about fucking me? ”

Your eyes go wide in surprise.

“Uh, no Jungkook, that’s not it at all,” you say as your eyes examine his face and then instinctively to his veiny strong hands and then his equally firm forearms, tracing the tattoos scattered there.

“Then what is it then? Let me see if I can make you cum,” he shrugs and then places his beer onto the coffee table.

“Jungkook, we are friends.”

“Uh-huh, I know. Friends help friends,” he says as his hand moves to the end of the coffee table.

“It’s a shame no one has ever made you cum.”

“But I’m not your type,” you utter, remembering the bruising statement he said months ago when you first getting to know him.

By the way, he did fuck Sheila. After Jungkook fucked Sheila, she quit the restaurant weeks later during dinner service when she saw Jungkook flirting with a bunch of women who were there for a bachelorette party.

“You remember that huh,” he asks, breaking into a grin and lifting his pierced eyebrow.

His hand pushes on the edge of the coffee table and it begins to slide across the floor, opening a space between Jungkook and you.

“I lied. You kinda shook me when you called me out about wanting to fucking you when I asked you to hang out, but I’m not gonna lie anymore,” Jungkook pauses and his eyes again begin tracing your body and it feels like he’s mapping you out.

“But I did lie that day. You are one hundred percent, my type. More type than Big Tits or Sheila.”

You gulp as he leans over and plucks your beer out of your hand. There’s nothing that is keeping your body temperature from rising hotly between your legs at this point.

“Will you allow me to at least try to make you cum?” He asks setting your beer out of the way.

“Jungkook, I don’t know how we got here. And you seem very confident in your,” you fling your hands in the air as your brain racks for the right word. “Abilities.”

“Y/N, I like you. I think you’re a lot of things but I can’t deny you are sexy. I would love to make you cum. I think I could do it and I do have a good track record,” Jungkook confesses as his tongue works the corner of his mouth.

“A good track record? Like you’ve made people cum before and you’re certain about this?”

“I am. I just know. I mean many of my partners tell me how many times they cum, but I usually can tell.” Jungkook shares, licking his lips more and his eyes glance down to between your legs and then back up to your mouth.

“What’s your best score?”

“Best score?” Jungkook scoffs, hand slapping his thigh.

“How many times have you made someone cum in one night?”

“Do you need to know this?” he reasons.

“Yes, I need it….for research,” and you both begin cackling at the statement -- the phrase was used too much between your inside jokes.

Jungkook wipes the tears, from the corner of his eyes, “That’s why I like you Y/N, you’re funny and sexy.”

His statement has you sobering up and you feel butterflies flutter in your tummy.

“I’ve made someone cum four times in one night. That’s not huge, but I try to at least pull two from a partner.” Jungkook is staring at you as his fingers drum erratic beats on his thighs.

You can’t help but be curious about his techniques to get someone to orgasm. Many have tried and all have failed. Your body is willing to give it a shot, if anything at least you can say you tried.

But your brain is telling you that this is a bad idea. Jungkook is your friend. Would this make it all confusing later? Would you still be friends?

“Jungkook-”

“Y/N. Don’t overthink it. Just say yes. Let me try to please you,” Jungkook says suddenly, eyes wide and pleading.

After a few moments that feel like eternally, you finally muster up the courage to say, “Ok.”

And once you do he’s crawling to close the space between you and you feel your desire heighten. Suddenly he’s close enough to smell and almost close to taste. His smile is playful yet his eyes are burning black.

“Don’t worry, we will work our way up okay?” He whispers as his thumb brushes your cheek and you nod in response. You don’t know what he means by that, but you’re willing to follow his lead.

The smile on his face widens before he’s leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. Instantly, you regret not kissing him sooner. His lips are addicting and they move softly against yours, his tongue asks for entrance, which you promptly open for him, earning a moan from him.

“You’re gonna be fun and sweet,” Jungkook murmurs against your lips as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt.

“Fuck, wait. Can we move this to your bedroom? I think it will be easier to make you cum if you’re comfortable,” Jungkook says, pulling back suddenly, looking into your eyes.

“Sure, yeah,” you agree as you stand on wobbly legs with Jungkook’s help. You pull down on your t-shirt as his fingers intertwine with yours. And he must notice your insecurity because he grabs your waist and pulls your back to his front.

“You look beautiful, as always Y/N,” he says placing a soft kiss on the back of your head.

“Let’s get you comfortable.”

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As you enter the bedroom you go to sit on your bed and Jungkook stops you. His hands land on your hips and his lips are back onto yours. Tongue entering easily into your mouth, it glides against your tongue and you feel your knees weaken further.

His hand grips the hem of your T-shirt before he’s tugging it up and over your head as he breaks the kiss for merely a second before his lips find yours again.

Jungkook is working his lips over your neck and chin, making your need to be filled to rise in your cunt. His knotty fingers trace patterns on your waist as his wet lips meet yours again and his tongue deepens into your mouth hungrily.

Just when you are getting lost in the taste of him, Jungkook pulls back and looks at you as his fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts.

His thumbs trace the skin under the waistband and he stares into your eyes as his chest is heaving up and down with lust and not exertion.

“Can I remove these? He breathes, as one hand moves down to your pussy and cups it easily.

“Fuck you’re not wearing panties?” He groans as his pupils blow wide open as his fingers trace the seam sitting beneath your crotch.

You shake your head. “You can take them off only if you take your clothes off first.”

“Fuck, not a problem,” he states confidently.

Jungkook steps back from you and pulls his shirt over his head and your mouth waters instantly. You are met with inches and inches of taut lean muscles wrapped in golden tan flesh laced with pretty drawings. And you feel yourself grow incredibly wetter between your legs.

When he goes to remove his sweatpants, your brain almost launches into feral mode. The man isn’t wearing underwear either and his cock is swollen and pretty, but you can tell he’s not fully hard, not yet. And on the head of his cock are four shiny tiny balls. And that fact alone has you stuck in place.

“What’s that?” you ask gesturing toward his dick.

“Oh, these?” He volleys back as he looks down at his hardening cock and rubs around his frenulum lazily. “It’s a magic cross piercing. I have had it for a few years.”

“Have you never seen one?” he asks cocking an eyebrow at you as his tongue runs between his top and lower teeth.

“No...Did it hurt?”

He looks up at you and smiles slightly. “It did,” he confesses, nodding.

“But my pain will be your pleasure,” Jungkook states matter-of-factly.

“C’mere babydoll,” Jungkook sighs as his hand loosely strokes his hardening cock as he gets on his knees before you and begins sliding down your shorts as he keeps his eyes on yours.

It’s not until your shorts are pooled around your feet does he let his eyes wander down your body and land on your pussy. He groans when his eyes take in the trimmed pubic hair covering your mound.

His hands wrap around your ass and he takes both cheeks into his grasp and squeezes them as his nose buries between your legs.

“Fuck, you smell good babydoll. Spread your legs wider for me,” Jungkook murmurs as his mouth begins to plant soft kisses on your pelvis. You part your thighs as his hand works up and unclasp the bra you’re wearing.

As his hands knead your breast tenderly, you widen your stance, and Jungkook’s tongue moves to your clitoris hood and begins laving it gently, making sure to include the pubic hair around it and you can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter.

The hands cupping on your breasts move to your nipples and pinch and tug as his tongue presses fastly against your hood and begins to move up and down at a precise pace.

“Can you cum like this?” He asks, pulling off of you and looking up at you as his tongue picks up its pace.

“Uh, I dunno...I think so,” you moan.

And the truth is, you’ve only orgasmed while rubbing your clitoris. The whole inside thing was lost on you.

“We’ll see,” he drools against you as his tongue keeps its pace on your pussy.

And his eyes stay stuck on your face even though you are fighting between screwing them shut and looking down as he feasts on your pussy. His nails begin digging into the flesh of your thighs and you bite your lip at how good the pain contrasts the pleasure.

Your breath is ragged and you can feel hot liquid running down your legs and you are not sure if it’s your juices, Jungkook’s saliva, or both but you feel so fucking wet. And your clit is throbbing, he’s not even rubbing it directly but it’s vibrating and you can feel your legs shaking with the effort to support your weight.

“Mmmm,” he hums against and your legs begin to shake greater. You tense your legs and try to stop them from their trembling, but fail.

“Don’t fight it babydoll, let it go” he says as his fingers move up to pluck at your nipples and his mouth wraps around to skin at the valley of your mound, slurping on the hair and skin there as his tongue continues to work your clitoris hood up and down.

And your pussy clenches up and you feel pleasure throb through your folds and your stomach floods with warmth. Your legs shake so bad that they threaten to give out, but before you drop to your knees, Jungkook’s hands grab you and angle you to the bed. You moan loudly as your body rattles with ecstasy, you are moaning and writhing on the bed as Jungkook watches you.

“That’s good. Real good, babydoll” he hums as you watch him through blissful eyes.

He’s moving toward the bed and his cock is rigid and deep purple. But he’s not touching it. Only looking at you.

“One down, three to go,” he hums as his lips meet yours again. And before you know his fingertips are at your entrance. They are swirling around gathering your honey as his lips chase the taste of yours. His tongue is full of your essence and he sweeps it languidly into your mouth as two of his fingertips dip into you, making you buck into them, pushing them further inside you.

“Fuck babydoll, you’re so fucking sensitive,” he whispers against your mouth before his teeth bit your bottom lip and his fingers plunge deeper into your cunt.

His other hand not in your pussy slides up your waist and land on your shoulder, pressing you deeper into the mattress. His fingers in your cunt, twist and hit a spot in you that has you moaning loudly instantly.

“There it is,” he declares, as his hips drop down on you and keep you from moving.

“What the fuck Jungkook?” you pant, squirming under him.

He chuckles before he’s kissing you again.

“Babydoll, this next orgasm may feel different,” he confesses as his finger begins massaging inside you and you can’t move. It feels too good to move away. And part of you wants to say enough but another part of you wants to see where his fingers lead you.

“Feel good babydoll?” Jungkook asks as his teeth nip into your earlobe and his fingers pick up in rubbing and stroking.

“Shit yeah, Kook,” you admit. Instantly you hear him groan and his tongue is wiggling back into your mouth as his hips begin to work against you and his cock begins to stroke against the skin on your stomach.

“You’re so fucking soft,” he growls as his thumb flicks your clit and you feel your pussy quiver around his fingers.

“Ah yeah.Two down. Two to go,” Jungkook grunts before he’s is kissing you messily and flicking his thumb against you repeatedly.

And at first, you are confused, but then his fingers swivel inside you and that’s when pleasure fills your belly and a sharpened pleasure takes hold, causing you to wail his name and clamp down on his digits.

“Shit,” Jungkook sighs as he watches your face intently.

“I knew you would look so fucking good cumming. Spill it babydoll,” he orders as his thumb keeps flicking against your bud.

After a moment your body and brain are processing again. Jungkook removes his fingers from your wet heat and he’s jamming them into his mouth, licking at them hungrily as his eyes eat you up.

“Just two more left,” he growls.

With that statement hanging in the air, Jungkook moves quickly, spreading your legs wide. So wide that it feels like your legs will break at the hip like a doll.

“Can I feel you?” he asks, eyes on yours as his cock presses against your entrance. You feel one of his piercings resting against your clit and it makes you shudder.

“Jungkook...you don’t have to...you already made me cum,” you whisper.

“Oh but I want to do it again,” he murmurs, hips shifting deeper down into you and his cock pressing deeper into your pussy. He’s not all the way, but his tip has a taste of your heat.

You can see he’s affected by the feel of you. His eyes are lidded, but they are focused on you. Your fingers reach for his biceps and you feel them shaking under your touch.

“Let me see you cum on my cock,” he whispers, lips coming down to meet yours and cock budging deeper into your entrance.

“Okay,” you breathe.

It takes him but a moment to register your words before he’s inching forward. His cock is breaching into your entrance. But what makes you dizzy is the coolness of his four-ball piercings dragging up against your walls which has you moaning loudly and arching your chest up into him.

“Fuck babydoll. You like my cock?” Jungkook asks when his dick keeps sliding up against you slowly.

“Uhhh,” you gasp out.

One of his hands slithers under your lower back. When his dick is fully seated in you, he kisses your nose and waits for you to open your eyes and look up at him.

“Are you ready for number three?” he asks, a smug smile sitting on his lips.

You instinctively roll your eyes and right when they are about to land back on him, Jungkook is pulling out of your cunt and slamming back in. And you scream, loudly.

“Shit!”

“Are you ready?” He asks again, the smile wiped from his face. All that sits there is a serious line drawn across his lips.

You nod your head and instantly Jungkook is pounding in and out of your pussy. And you are overwhelmed by the number of things flooding your senses.

Jungkook smells like sex. He’s sweaty and his pheromones are nothing but masculine and raw. You turn your head to bite into his wrist which only fuels him further, but before he began pounding into you further, your tongue picks up on his taste which was salty and sweet like caramel.

And fuck he sounds so good as he fucks up into you. He is grunting and whispering your name and telling you how fucking good your pussy feels that you almost want to pinch yourself that you are having sex with someone who sounds as pornographic as him.

If looks could kill, you would be dead. Jungkook looks like a man on a mission. His eyes stay focused on your face. He doesn’t screw them shut as he thrusts into you feverishly. No, every stroke he watches to see how you react. And you have never felt as seen during a sexual encounter as you did right now.

It is etched on his face that this was all about you, your pussy, and your pleasure.

His touch was experimental. Jungkook’s cock didn’t stay in one place, well not at first. He was switching up angles. And the moment a certain stroke earned a loud moan out of you he stayed there and if that moan turned into a whimper he switched angles. It was obvious he was looking for the right place that would make you scream.

It only took him a few moves to find that spot and when he did, you found yourself scrambling away from him. Clawing up the bed like the man was trying to murder you with his dick.

When you first backed away he looked amused.

“What are you doing?” he asks as his cock left your pussy with a squelch from your movement. You backed up toward the headboard on your ass.

“I can’t Jungkook,” you pant, hand covering your pussy.

“What do you mean?” he questions, his voice deep as he creeps closer to you slowly, looking like he didn’t want to scare you away.

“I can’t..” you looked around the bedroom for an answer but one wouldn’t come to you.

“You can’t what...cum?” He further questions, crawling faster to you and his hands reach out to you

You dodge his hands, moving to the left of your big bed. “I just can’t. It’s too much.”

Jungkook pauses as he takes in your naked form. “Is that why you can’t cum with others? Because it’s too much?”

Your teeth bite into your cheek as you glance at your bathroom, thinking about a plan to get away.

The truth is you were scared to cum like that in front of someone. You were scared of what they would think. You also had never felt like this. And honestly, you liked Jungkook way too much than you thought you did.

“I just don’t think you want to see me like that.”

Jungkook scoots closer to you, hard dick bobbing up and down as he does. Instinctively, you back away.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Babydoll, I’ve been wanting to make you fall apart since I met you. And you asked me to make you cum. Are you backing out already?”

You look at him and see his cock wet with your juices and his body is covered in the sheen of sweat, a sign of all that he has done to already give you two orgasms.

And the truth of the matter is, his nicely pierced-shaped dick was delivering pleasure you didn’t even know existed. It complicated things for you.

“I do want to cum, but-”

Before you could finish, Jungkook’s hand lands on your ankle and suddenly he’s yanking your body down onto the bed and closer to him.

“C’mere. Let me make you fall apart again.”

He positions himself and this time he takes no time re-entering. His hands hold your waist down and his piercings begin rubbing your walls deliciously. You immediately begin squirming away again, feet digging into the mattress inching up the bed, but he just stays with you.

Jungkook’s hands land on the bed and he’s pushing up into you as you begin moving away from him.

“I’m not done making you cum yet. I want more of you. Don’t leave,” he husks as he pounds into you, his cock dragging against you in irregular patterns because you cannot lay still.

Soon you find yourself caged at the headboard. Your back is against the headboard and Jungkook takes the opportunity to dive down to your breasts as he fucks harder into you, making you scream again. His teeth tug on your nipples and you scream, but even over your screams, you can hear how wet you are. Wet noises are coming from your pussy every time he slams back into you.

“Fuck Y/N, you got the tightest pussy ever,” he grunts as he licks up your neck. Your eyes are rolling back into your head as your pleasure beings to mount. You can feel your pussy clamping around him as his cock tugs in and out of you at a relentless pace.

You hear him grunting and you hear him whisper, “C’mon, give me another.” And so you do, you fucking cum all around him. Your fingernails dig into his back and your head falls forward onto his shoulder and your teeth take purchase in the flesh.

He hisses a “yes,” but his pace never falters as you tremble and shake around him.

As you recover, you hear yourself saying “Wait, wait, wait, too much.”

Jungkook pauses and pulls away from you, drawing his cock from your spasming entrance that it has you moaning loudly as your eyes screw shut again.

When you open your eyes, Jungkook is sitting with his knees tucked under him. His cock is glistening with cum and his hair is slick with sweat. A few bangs have fallen over his eyes and he takes a moment to push them off of his forehead.

He doesn’t say anything, just regards you silently as both of your heavy breathing fill the air.

“Uno,” he husks, tongue coming out to lick his lips.

“What?”

“Uno, just one more orgasm. Think you can handle it,” Jungkook asks cocking his eyebrow at you.

”You looking so fucking good when you cum. I gonna think about it later when I jerk off.” he states simply.

Your heart is hammering in your chest. Your mouth is dry and your whole body is still trembling.

Jungkook holds out his hand to you and you take it tenderly. He smiles at you easily and is pulling you to him, lips pressing against yours and you wrap your arms around his neck, returning the kiss feverishly.

No one has ever been so attentive to your body like your friend Jungkook. No one. And you didn’t feel an ounce of judgment from him.

His arms wrap around your waist and he’s yanking you closer to him. You attempt to push him down on his back and you are met with resistance. You pull away from the kiss and look at him shyly.

“Do you want me to ride you?” You whisper.

He bites down on his lower lip as he shakes his head no.

“No...can I continue to take care of you?” he asks looking deeply into your eyes as his hands run up and down your waist.

After a moment of you not answering, he reaches around you and begins pulling the pillows down toward the two of you.

“Can you lay on your stomach on these?” He asks as he arranges them just so.

You nod and turn around to do as requested.

“God babydoll, you have such a beautiful body,” Jungkook sighs as his hands land on your ass and paws at them.

“Do you like to be spanked?” He asks as his mouth meets one of your shoulders, his cock nudging as one of your ass cheeks.

“I don’t know...never had anyone do it. We can try though...you can try,” you say fastly as your face burns with embarrassment.

“So fucking cute too,” he murmurs as you watch him straighten up behind you. His abs tensing and you swear you never have been with a hotter man in your life.

Jungkook looks at you and smiles before you see his hand rear back and smack into your ass hotly. You mewl and can’t keep from wiggling your hips, your thighs rubbing together as your pussy throbs in response.

“You liked that,” he states before smacking your ass again.

Before you can process the stinging sensation on your bottom, you feel his studded tip rubbing at your entrance as his body crowds yours again. His hands planting on either side of your shoulders.

“Alright, enough talking. Let me put in work,” he announces as the head of his dick breaches your hole again. And for fucks sake you just had him in you minutes ago, but this time feels different.

His cock feels more swollen in this position. It is instantly finding the tender spot inside your pussy and one of the studs is grinding against it eagerly.

“Ohhh fuck Jungkook, oh fuck,” you mewl, head keeling back and landing onto his shoulder.

“Hmmm,” he says as his cock retreats and then advances again. His pace is different this time as well. It’s slow and purposeful. Each thrust is as strong as the one prior.

“Faster, please. Please,” you beg.

He moves quickly and straightens up once more, his hands land on the globe of your ass and his pace quickens, his hips begin smacking into your cheeks earnestly and you think you will be bruised for days.

Jungkook doesn’t say much, but he’s groaning and panting. His cock is throbbing in you and you look over your shoulder and his eyes meet yours immediately. His hand smacks down on your ass and you scream his name loudly.

“Fuckkk,” he drawls out as his hands pry your cheeks apart. You hear him spit and then feel it between your cheeks.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” he warns, his voice gravelly and low. His thumb is at your rim and he smearing his saliva around it.

“Do you think you can cum with me?” he asks as his thumb wiggles into your puckering hole and your brain stalls. The ability to form words is lost, all you can do is moan loudly and clench around him.

“Shit, babydoll, I’ll take that as a yes,” he moans as his cock bulldozes into you and you clutch the pillows propping your hips up.

“I’m gonna cum,” you squeal, but it quickly turns into a wail as your climax tweaks through you and you feel Jungkook mutter, “Sorry,” before removing his cock from your clamped walls and his thumb from your hole.

You feel the first few drops of his blazing hot cum spurt down your ass and force yourself to turn to witness the sight of him cumming and you moan loudly as you see more of his milky fluid shoot out of his pierced cock as his mouth hangs agape as his head tilts toward the ceiling. His Adam’s apple is bobbing in his throat and his chest is dripping with sweat.

His eyes open slowly and he looks down at the mess he created and his hand comes up and spreads his jizz over your ass, a satisfying hum escapes from his mouth. His crystal clear eyes meet yours and he smiles at you.

“Shit, I’m sorry I couldn’t stay in you as you came on that one,” he mutters, his cheeks flushing pink and shyly looking down at his cock.

“It’s okay,” you whisper hoarsely, suddenly feeling shy yourself.

“Uhh, I’ll get something to clean you up, one sec,” he says as he crawls off the bed and makes a beeline toward your bathroom.

You shift awkwardly on the pillows below you and bring your hands up to your face to bury your embarrassment.

You hear Jungkook clear his throat before he’s wiping up his seed from between your cheeks and around your pussy. You turn around to face him when the wet towel leaves your skin and you see him regarding you carefully.

He stands beside the bed with an uncertain look covering his face and you’re not sure what to say, but you speak the first words that run through your mind.

“Thank you Jungkook.”

His face breaks with a bright smile, his dimples coming into full display, but he nods solemnly.

“It was my pleasure Y/N.”

“Do you-” you both say at the same time and you both begin to giggle.

“You go first,” Jungkook offers, his hands deferring to you.

You sit up slowly, not really having a choice. Your body was aching but in a good way.

“Do you want to stay and eat something?”

“I would love to…” he answers quickly before stopping and looking around the room like it’s the first time he has been in it, which he hasn’t.

“But do you think...we could shower first, t-together?” He asks rubbing the back of his neck and glancing toward the bathroom.

You can’t help but giggle at how timid he looks. You don’t think you have ever seen him look so self-conscious.

“I’d like that Countdown Cum Giver,” you tease as you will your legs to scoot your butt toward the edge of the bed.

Jungkook guffaws and offers his hands which you take graciously.

“Now that’s a nickname I could get used to, babydoll,” he shoots back as he pulls you up off the bed and then smacking your ass affectionately.

A/N: Thank you for reading!

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You all are not ready for this! But you need to be!!! “Everything I’ve ever wanted, but then I found you”. Please everyone go read this and hold on! This is a ride you will never forget 💜

Madam Cupcake Series: Part 14 - Little Prince (m)

Pairings: Jungkook!Idol x Fem Reader xTaehyhung!Idol

Genre: Angst and smut. Duh!

Word count: 13.2k

Rating: 18+

Summary: The Story of Little Prince. I mean if you haven't read the other parts of this series, are you even fanfic'ing?

Part Fourteen of the Madam Cupcake Series.

Warnings: Crying, yelling, emotional constipation, cursing, cumming, orgasms, male x male sex, blowjobs, heterosex, masturbating, anal sex, cock rings. FEELS

A/N: Grab some tissues, something to snack on, something to drink, and hold on to your valuables, this part of the series is a doozy.

Thank you @needingyou2 ,@ignorethissign8 and @sabrinareadsbts - I lurve.

PREVIOUS: Madam vs. Sir

It’s all fucked. I can’t do this again.

Jungkook’s phone rings and he sees "Madam" flash across the screen. He considers letting it go to voicemail but he can’t bring himself to do that. Instead, he picks up on the fourth ring and your warm voice fills his ears.

“Hi, Little Prince,” you say sweetly when he answers.

“Madam,” he breathes, bracing for an onslaught of questions.

“How’s your day going?”

“Huh?”

You giggle. “I asked you how your day was going? Is practice done already? I really thought I was going to get your voicemail.”

“O-ohhh, yeah. No, we’re just taking a small break,” Jungkook stutters out.

Does she not know? She mustn’t haven’t called Taehyung yet.

“Well, it looks like I have great timing,” you say and he can hear the smile on your face.

“Sure. You do,” he replies, biting his lips harshly.

Should I tell her?

“I won’t keep you long. I just wanted to let you know that I am thinking about you and..” you pause and he hears a series of banging from the background.

“I found a place in Seoul. A place I can stay at when I come there for business. Annnd, I am also coming next week to get it all decorated. Would you like to help?” you ask excitedly.

He has never heard you like this. In all the months he’s been talking to you, you have never seemed this open. And the fact makes his heartache.

Was it the time with Taeyhung that made you this way? Who could blame you? Tae was everything, he was not.

“Jungkook?” you ask and it brings him out of his head.

“Oh sorry. Yeah...you know let me get back to you, I have to check my schedule. But I’m happy for you, I really am,” he rambles, trying his best to sound like a man that is perfectly fine when in fact he didn’t feel fine. He wasn’t ok.

“Are you okay?” you question as if catching on to his thoughts quickly.

“Yeah, hey Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m just distracted with practice and everything. We’re about to start up again...can I call you later?” He lies.

You’re quiet for a moment before you agree and once you do, he hastily offers his goodbye and ends the call.

He stares at his phone for a moment and feels tears prickle his eyes when he thinks about just how everything got fucked up.

~~MEMORIES LIE AHEAD ~~~~~~~

“Kookie?” Taehyung calls as he walks into the hotel bedroom wearing only a loose pair of red jogging pants. They’re sitting dangerously low on his hips and his happy trail is peeking out the top of the waistband and Jungkook can see his length running comfortably down his leg.

He’s not wearing underwear and it has Jungkook’s dick awakening in his own sweatpants.

“Hmm?” Jungkook answers in return, leaning his weight on his hands as he lies back and takes inventory of Taehyung’s smooth golden skin.

Fuck he’s so beautiful.

“My feet hurt. Will you rub them?” Taehyung asks as he plops down on the bed and then stretches his legs across the bed so his heels land on Jungkook’s lap, right over his growing bulge.

His question is almost phrased as a question. But he knows Taehyung. It was more of an order. He had the charm of making people do what he wanted by giving them big wide puppy dog eyes and a cute little pout.

Well, maybe people was the wrong word to use. He knew how to work him.

Jungkook scoffs and rolls his eyes, but his hands get instantly to work, kneading and rubbing Taehyung’s soles with expert precision.

Taehyung lets out a deep groan and Jungkook’s cock hardens at the sound and then at the sight of Taehyung’s head lulling back, exposing his neck to Jungkook.

He’s got such a pretty neck.

Jungkook is lost in watching Taehyung, watching his face contort and his mouth open as Jungkook’s thumb presses into the center of his foot.

“Fuck Jungkook. What aren’t you good at?” Taehyung says deeply, opening his eyes slowly and looking over at him.

The foot that’s not being rubbed is now pressing down on Jungkook’s erection and it makes him buck into the older man’s touch. A whimper leaves his lips as Taehyung’s eyes sharpen on him, his eyebrow raising as if he was waiting for Jungkook’s response.

“I’m not good at everything Tae. Please stop saying that,” Jungkook whispers, tearing his gaze from Taehyung’s lips and resettling them on the feet in his lap.

Taehyung chuckles and grinds his foot deeper against Jungkook.

“I respectfully disagree.”

Jungkook can feel Taehyung still watching him as he switches his rubbing to the other foot that was pressed against his dick.

“Kookie?”

“Hmm?” Jungkook repeats glancing up at Taehyung and witnessing him lick his lips before he fights to look back down at the actions his hands were completing.

“What is this?”

Jungkook feels his heart pick up in speed at the question.

What does he mean? And if he means what I think he means. What do I say?

Taehyung and Jungkook's relationship had changed for over a year now. Everybody in the company knew they did things together. There were moments where they shared partners, but Jungkook always felt hulled back in Taehyung’s orbit.

They didn’t talk much about what they were doing. They just did it. And it felt good. Real good.

Jungkook can feel his brain and heart fighting. And suddenly he has the urge to throw up.

“Kookie?”

“What?” Jungkook snaps and he sees Taehyung wither slightly from his reaction.

“Nothing,” Taehyung pouts and he pulls his feet from Jungkook’s lap.

“I’m gonna go to bed. I’m pretty beat. Today’s concert took a lot out of me.”

Jungkook stares as Taehyung climbs off the bed and shuffles his feet into his slippers.

“You don’t want to stay and you know,” Jungkook asks, getting up and moving closer to Taehyung as the deep-voiced man makes his way to the door.

“Not tonight Jungkook. We should get some rest, yeah. We have another performance tomorrow. Thanks for the foot rub, though,” Taehyung says, brown eyes finally meeting Jungkook’s gaze before patting him on the shoulder and giving him a wistful smile.

He goes to pull the door open and Jungkook can’t help but say, “Taehyungie?”

Taehyung turns back to him and looks at Jungkook expectantly.

Jungkook can feel the words, but he can’t say them. He opens his mouth and closes it. The words feel stuck in his throat. He takes a deep breath and wraps his arms around Taehyung, pulling him close to him.

He takes in Taehyung’s smell and he smells like cinnamon. He smells perfect to Jungkook.

“Sleep well,” he finally murmurs against Taehyung’s ear.

When Taehyung pulls away from his arm, hurt flashes across his face, but he recovers with a smile.

“Yeah you too. See you tomorrow Kookie.”

Taehyung immediately avoids his gaze again and turns away and makes his way to his room. Jungkook's eyes stay on him as he walks three doors down.

And usually after they spend some time together on tour, Taehyung turns to look at Jungkook before he enters his room, but that night he doesn’t. That night he walks inside his hotel room without looking back.

“Fuck, her pussy feels good,” Taehyung announces as he grinds into some fan they met backstage after tonight’s concerts.

Jungkook is stroking his dick slowly as he watches Taehyung thrust into ...whatever her name was. He honestly forgot her name. It wasn’t important. Taehyung was the one who had brought her back to the hotel, had her sign an NDA and Jungkook promptly asked if he could watch.

His dick had been hard since the end of the concert. But he had to admit. He was a bit spoiled. Taehyung fucked him so well. He didn’t want his hand right now, he wanted Taehyung or at least something other than his goddamn hand.

“Oh my gawd V!” the girl moaned as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Jungkook felt his dick soften a bit at that action. He hated when fans called Taehyung, V during sex. It was so strange to him.

Taehyung, stated that being called V said didn’t bother him. No, he was just trying to get off.

But it bothered Jungkook. He didn’t know why.

Jungkook tears his eyes off the fan and his eyes settle on Taehyung’s ass. The muscles tensing as he thrusts into the girl and Jungkook feels his lust building hotly in his balls.

He grunts when Taehyung leans down and begins kissing the fan messily, making her moans grow in volume. She was probably creaming over the thought of how she was fucking V from BTS. It makes Jungkook huff as he stands up.

“Let me feel,” Jungkook says, suddenly standing right behind Taehyung and tapping him on the shoulder casually.

“Not yet Kook, I’m almost finished. She’s almost finished too,” Taehyung grits out as he straightens and begins pistoning quickly into the fan, making her garble out noises.

“C’mon hyung. You’ve been fucking her for like thirty minutes while I waited patiently. Let me fucking have a turn,” Jungkook whines.

Taehyung turns his head slightly and looks at Jungkook as his thrusts slow down.

Hyung.

Just like Taehyung knew how to get his way with Jungkook, Jungkook knew how to get under Taehyung’s skin.

Ever since they started having sex, Taehyung hated when Jungkook would call him that, felt like they were past all of that.

Taehyung hisses before he pulls out and the girl whines in response. “Fine,” Taehyung huffs as he tears the condom from his fat length and Jungkook eyes follow him as he stalks to the trash can and tosses the rubber inside.

Jungkook reaches for a condom laying on the bed next to what’s her face, rolling it quickly, but entering her quicker as his eyes stay on Taehyung. The girl gasps and then begins to scream as Jungkook starts with a punishing pace.

Taehyung turns toward the noises and instantly moves his hand to his cock as he strokes it fastly, his eyes on the girl's jiggling tits. Jungkook can’t look down at her. He can’t. All he can see is Taehyung and at this moment he wishes he was fucking Taehyung’s mouth or even better his ass.

The girl wasn’t ugly she just wasn’t Taehyung. She was ordinary.

Taehyung begins inching forward as Jungkook fucks into her and he can feel her clenching hard around him, but he’s not concerned with her cumming. He’s waiting for the real finale, Taehyung cumming. Only Taehyung.

Once Taehyung is close enough, he whispers, “Do you want to swallow my cum?” His sticky hand lands onto her jaw as his thumb rests between her lips, before he prying her mouth open.

Jungkook’s movements pick up, fast hard thrusts being delivered against her inner thighs, her body inching up the bed and closer to Taehyung’s balls. She opens her eyes and nods eagerly before screaming yes.

Jungkook looks up at Taehyung and sees him smiling sweetly down at her as he rubs his dick furiously.

“Good girl,” he announces before his dick explodes over her mouth and the first spurt of cum, lands on Jungkook’s abdomen and suddenly Jungkook can feel his balls draw up and before he knows it he’s unloading into the condom.

His hips are slamming brutally into her before she begins wailing his name and trembling around his cock. Taehyung's dick jerks again and a fat glob of his cum lands on her lips which she eats hungrily before quickly opening her mouth asking for more.

Jungkook can feel his dick twitch in her as he thinks about the taste of Taehyung’s cum on his lips. Suddenly he remembers it’s been weeks if not months since he’s tasted it.

Taehyung laughs as more cums lands into the girl's mouth and she smacks her lips together like it’s the best thing she has tasted in her life.

“Good job, babydoll,” Taehyung gruffs as he pats her cheek.

Jungkook can’t help rolling his eyes as he swiftly pulls from her gushy pussy and peels the condom from his dick. He spilled his load alot, but he made sure to get all in the rubber. He didn’t need any fucking out-of-wedlock babies with a random fan.

As he walks to dispose of the rubber, he hears Taehyung whispering to her and when he turns back to face them, he sees Taehyung helping her get dressed. Her hands were shaky and her hair a mess. Taehyung had excellent bedside manner with fans.

Jungkook did not.

He didn’t mind fucking them but he didn’t want to hang out with them more than what was required. They were always so needy and clingy after, like he was their boyfriend. And he was not their boyfriend.

How could he be? The image of him they had in their heads would never live up to who he actually was.

Jungkook studies as Taehyung gets her a sip of water and then helps her off the bed. She wraps her arms around him and he can tell Taehyung’s body stiffens. Taehyung’s eyes meet his and Jungkook lets a laugh fall from his lips as he watches the interaction.

“Well this was fun,” Jungkook says as hands clap suddenly and the fan turns to him with wide eyes as he saunters up to her.

She goes for a hug and Jungkook grabs her hands gently before they can land on his body.

“Thank you for being a fan and supporting us.”

Her face is covered in confusion and Jungkook has to bite back a laugh. “I hope you enjoyed our concert. I really do hope you have a lovely rest of the night too, sweetheart.” He says, watching as she opens her mouth to speak.

Jungkook then pulls open the door and ushers her out. “Thanks again,” he says with a wave before closing the door in her face.

When he turns around Taehyung is staring at him crossly with his arms folded over his chest.

“Why do you behave like that?” he finally says as he looks Jungkook up and down slowly.

“Like what?”

“You fuck their brains out and then you just push them aside like they don’t mean shit to you. Like their just bodies with no feelings or something Kook.” Taehyung says as he finally begins moving toward the bathroom.

“What am I supposed to do?” Jungkook scoffs, swaying his head to fling his hair out of his eyes.

“I dunno...maybe let them stay for a few minutes? Catch their breath or something?” Taehyung snorts as he wraps a hotel robe around his body and begins to tie it deftly.

Jungkook pouts at this.

“Taehyung, stop acting like you give a shit about them. You can’t even remember their names.”

Taehyung’s chocolate eyes grow wide. “I do, too.”

“Bullshit,” Jungkook says, shaking his head and grabbing the other hotel robe.

“You always call them babydoll or handsome when you don’t know their name.”

Taehyung walks out of the bathroom and Jungkook follows right behind.

“That’s not true. I’ll have you know that her name is Freida.” Taehyung says straight-faced as he picks up the hotel phone and begins tapping buttons.

“You made that up,” Jungkook laughs plopping down on his stomach onto the bed.

Taehyung's serious demeanor cracks as Jungkook smiles up at him.

“Okay. It was worth a shot...you want steak right?” Taehyung asks.

Jungkook nods happily and plants his head down on the bed, feeling tired now that the adrenaline of performing and fucking was waning.

Taehyung hums and promptly orders room service for the two of them.

“I’m kinda seeing someone,” Taehyung announces as he pulls up his pants and begins to button them up.

Jungkook rises from his knees and swipes at his lips, gathering the remaining taste of Taeyhyung’s cum from his lips and putting them back into his mouth with his fingers.

This isn’t the first time Taehyung, or Jungkook for a matter of fact have been dating people since they began having sex with each other.

“And?” Jungkook asks as he tucks his spent dick back into his tight jeans.

“I really like her. I really like Sunmi.”

Jungkook puts the pieces together quickly. He remembers seeing Taehyung and Sunmi talking backstage during the MMAs. But they’ve all known her for so long, he didn’t think much about it when he saw them huddled together.

“Okay,” Jungkook says slowly as he buckles his belt and glances at his watch and noticing they have to meet the rest of the members in fifteen minutes to head to an interview.

Taehyung just stares at him for a moment.

“I dunno. I just thought I should tell you,” Taehyung shrugs, but his eyes are full with unsaid words.

Jungkook feels like Taehyung is waiting for him to say something else. But he doesn’t know what to say.

For months Taehyung has been peppering him with questions about what they were doing and it was beginning to tire Jungkook. In the beginning, he could step around the question easily by going down on Taehyung or changing the topic, but every time the question came out it was harder and harder to deflect.

The truth of the matter for Jungkook was he loved Taehyung. He loved him so fucking much. But he didn’t want to utter those words. He was too scared.

What if he said them and they were never returned? Taehyung hadn’t said those words. He told Jungkook that he cared about him. Would call him his baby, but he never said those words.

And right now, what was Taehyung expecting of him? To declare his love and say they could ride happily ever after into the sunset? Not where they lived. Not now, and who even knew if ever.

“Listen Taehyung, if you like her...alot. I’m happy for you. Pursue what makes you happy,” Jungkook pauses when he sees a light dim in Taehyung’s eyes.

“I mean this is just…” Jungkook can’t find the right words.

It’s love to him, but he can’t be the one to say it, especially right now. Taehyung wants all the traditional things. He wants a family, he wants a house full of kids and dogs. He wants to grow old with someone. How can Jungkook deliver any of that?

Jungkook just wants love, that’s it. Anything else that comes with it is just his fate and his blessing. But he doesn’t have the future mapped out like Taehyung does.

“The thing with Sunmi. If it’s your opportunity to get what you dream of, I’m happy for you. I support it. What we’re doing...it can’t be forever, right?”

Taehyung shifts from one foot and then the other and then looks down as his hands stuff into his pockets.

“Yeah...right,” he nods. “Let’s go or else we’ll get bitched out for being late again.”

Jungkook let’s out a sigh of relief before he agrees and follows Taehyung out of the dressing room door.

It has been months since Taehyung and Sunmi became “official”. Jungkook would watch as Taehyung would greet her backstage after shows, he’d wrap his arms around her and tug her to another room to spend time.

Jungkook would watch as they would huddle together and speak quietly before erupting into boisterous laughter. And one thing was for sure, Jungkook’s heart broke a little bit more every single time.

He was happy for Taehyung.

Well kind of, but it seemed impossible to find what it appeared Taehyung was experiencing with Sunmi. If anything, it made him bitter. The only things that came close to what Jungkook was witnessing with Taehyung and Sunmi was when he was doing what he used to do with Taehyung -- having sex, cuddling, kissing and talking quietly with one another.

But all that has changed.

These days, getting alone time with Taehyung was damn near impossible, not just for sex, but just to hang out. When Taehyung agreed to let him sit in a Vlive, Jungkook was hopeful to feel Taehyung in his arms once more.

However, Taehyung had rebuffed his actions and even worse told him that the chapter of them being intimate was over right after the Vlive ended.

Jungkook supposes that many lovers experience the same feeling he was feeling; never thinking that the last time was actually the last time.

And he tried to put on a brave face when Taehyung told him. He thinks he did well because Taehyung didn’t even try to stop him when decided to leave his hotel room.

But the thing Jungkook thinks most about that night are the tears that left him the moment the hotel door closed that night.

“Bruh, there’s like so many hot women on the website,” Yugyeom slurs, nudging Jungkook with his shoulder as Jungkook attempts to sip from his beer only to be met with a splash down his black shirt.

Thank goodness for black shirts.

“I mean Bruh, look at this one. She’s like thirty-six, but look at her tits. They’re so squeezable. I fucked her a few months ago and shit she was wild. And you know what? She’s a fucking vice president at a law firm. I offered to pay for lunch and she laughed at me,” Yugyeom pauses as he stares at the profile picture on the website Sugamamas.

“She was fucking hot.” he sighs.

Jungkook laughs and wipes at the beer on his shirt with his hands.

“Okay...so what’s the catch,” Jungkook muses.

“The catch?” Yugyeom says looking at him like he was crazy. Jungkook nods and shrugs in return.

“There’s no fucking catch. These are older women, who have their own money, own experience and all they want is hot, young cock. That’s it. I told one woman my real identity and she told me I was cute,” he guffaws.

“That was really fucking hot. She sucked my dick under the table in a restaurant.”

Jungkook shakes his head and adjusts the bucket hat sitting on top of his head.

“I dunno, sounds risky,” he hums as his eyes rake around the almost empty bar they enjoyed occupying when their schedules allowed.

“Jungkook, I gotta fucking say something,” Yugyeom says, slamming down his empty pint cup.

Jungkook jumps at the actions, but eyes his friend warily.

“I know you and Taehyung were fucking and everything. But it’s time to move on. It’s obvious he has. And you know I don’t judge you for any of that shit. But fuck man, it’s time to try something else beside groupies and other female idols. Just at least join and browse through the offerings. What’s the harm in that?” Yugyeom asks before he’s standing abruptly from his bar stool and causing it to fall back with a clatter.

“I gotta take a leak. I’ll be right back,” he announces.

Jungkook fixes the knocked over barstool and Yugyeom’s unlocked phone gets his attention.

What’s the harm? I’ve always liked older women. Maybe Yugyeom is right.

Jungkook picks up Yugyeom's phone and starts scrolling through the website. He's floored by the diversity of women looking for someone to casually hook up with.

And Yugyeom is right. They're all successful in their own right and they're good-looking.

“They’re fucking hot right? I am meeting up with one later this week. You should try it, maybe it’ll take your mind off Taehyung,” Yugyeom states as he yanks his phone out of Jungkook’s hands.

“Let’s go. I’m fucking hungry,” Yugyeom grumbles as he slaps a few large bills on the bar counter and turns to leave.

It was a week later when Jungkook finally felt the need to go hop on Sugarmamas.com. He was frustrated. His last few hookups had been somewhat disappointing.

He had orgasmed and so did the women, but something felt like it was missing. As soon as he would take them home, they were submissive and wanted him to take the lead, which Jungkook wasn’t against, but he missed having a strong partner in the bedroom.

After tonight’s concert he thought about bringing a fan back to his room, but just the thought of them creating this narrative of how he was like in the bedroom was too much for the evening. He had already put on a great performance, all he wanted was to receive some pleasure.

“Fuck yes, Jimin!”

God, why do I always get stuck next to Jimin on tour nights. I have to ask management to begin sticking me next to Namjoon.

Jimin was the worst about fucking fans. Sometimes he brought two or three to fuck in one night. And most of the time Jungkook wouldn’t have cared because he was most likely getting his rocks off with Taehyung or with a fan or both, but tonight he was over all of it.

Loading his laptop, Jungkook pulled some snacks out of his bag to keep him occupied until his room service arrived.

Jungkook took out a package of dried seaweed and ripped it open as we waited for the website to load. This was the fifth week of him logging on. A few sugamamas had reached out to him, but the interactions between them fizzled after a few days.

They weren't happy about him not sharing full selfies with them. Many believed he was hiding something or possibly too ugly for their liking. The truth of the matter was he was scared of getting outed.

Even though he had signed confidentiality agreements, he didn't feel comfortable sharing his photos with any of the women. That is why he got a warning from the website that he could be removed from the site if he received any more complaints from the members.

Recently, he had contacted by a sugarmama who simply went by Madam. Her screen name caught his attention, it was like she was demanding respect right off the bat. He liked that.

The photo she posted was nice too, she wasn’t overly done like some other sugarmamas he saw. She looked sure of herself and confident. And when he first messaged her, she didn’t respond to him for days.

Jungkook honestly thought she wasn’t interested. His profile picture was only a photo of his nose and lips.

But she did reply. She apologized and said she didn’t have the time to reply because work had been so busy and he told her he understood that his line of work was pretty demanding too.

And this Madam was kind. She didn’t ask for dick pics right away.

Instead, she asked him how old he was and what part of the world he lived and he told her. He told her he traveled around and she admitted that she did as well. He felt like she really wanted to get to know him.

From there they exchanged their personal numbers and began texting over a couple of days. But tonight, tonight they promised to have a phone call.

Jungkook began hearing a thumping noise against his wall and guessed that Jimin was nearing his final act and his dick twitched, it had been too long since he got off. Just as he was about to slide his hand down his pants, his phone lit up and Madam came onto the screen.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself as he sat up on the bed.

“He-hello?” he stuttered out as he answered.

“Hi, JK?”

Your voice was lovely, it was soft, yet confident.

“Hi Madam...is it okay to call you Madam or-”

“You can call me Madam if you want, only special people do. But my name is Y/N.”

She sounds like she is purring through the phone.

“I like your name, but I like Madam too,” he hums and lays back on the bed to get comfortable.

“Do you now? Why is that?” you ask and the way you ask that question makes his cock stir in his pants.

He didn’t know how the conversation was going to go but he wasn’t thinking it would go in this direction.

“Um, I dunno. It’s just different? Like sexy and authoritative?”

“Do you like authority JK?” Madam batters back.

Again, his head is rattling and he’s not sure why he’s getting turned on but he is.

“In certain situations…”

Then there’s silence for a few seconds and he pulls his ear away from his phone to look at the screen and it says you’re still on the line.

“Are you still there?” he asks softly.

You sigh.

“I am. I was waiting for you to continue. What kind of situations?” you say confidently, your tone filled with spice.

“Sex?” he says without hesitation and he can feel his ears begin to burn as his cock hardens in his pants. He feels like a fucking kid popping his first boner in class after getting a glimpse of the teacher’s bra.

“Lucky for you, I like to be authoritative. Tell me JK, is your dick hard?”

Jungkook balks, he can’t believe what he’s hearing from your mouth. You don’t even sound shy. You almost say all of this like you’re not even talking about cock. Yet, you asked him so boldly.

Nobody has done this to him, not like this.

“I-I-I” he stutters out.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Do you have a pet name?”

“Sorry?’ he asks, propping his elbows up on the bed underneath him.

“Well if you’re going to call me Madam when I help you cum, what should I call you? I can’t call you JK...that would just be unfair.” you giggle.

She is going to help me get off? What the fuck-

“I can give you one. How about Prince?”

“I like that. My favorite book when I was younger was The Little Prince,” Jungkook whispers out.

“Little Prince? I like that. I like that alot. You can be my Little Prince. Shall we begin?”

Jungkook doesn’t know what to say.

“Little Prince, your Madam is waiting. Do you want me to help you cum?”

Jungkook cock throbs and he rubs his hand over it, to ease the pain that’s building.

“Yes, Madam,” he finally sighs.

“Oh you’re a fast learner. And because of that, I will give you a reward. Check your phone. You should have a message from me.”

Jungkook scrambles to pull his phone from his ear and sure enough, there’s one unread message from Madam.

Pulling it open he’s greeted with a picture of your pussy. Not just any picture. Your legs are spread wide and your fingers are splaying you open, revealing your glistening hole to him and Jungkook can’t help but groan loudly.

He quickly pulls down his pants and unsheathes his cock from the fabric as he puts the phone on speaker.

“I’m guessing you liked your reward, Little Prince?” you giggle.

“I love it Madam,” Jungkook moans as his index finger gathers a glob of precum leaking out of his slit and rubs it around the head of his cock.

“Are you touching yourself, Little Prince?”

“Uh, yes,” he murmurs out as he stares at your pussy on his phone.

“Normally I would not be happy with what you’re doing that without asking. But I’m going to allow it since it’s our first time together. And also because I’m touching myself too.”

She’s touching herself too?

“Thank you, Madam,” Jungkook whimpers out as he begins thrusting into his fist. His cock is rock hard and he doesn’t know if it’s the length of time from not nutting or from you, but he can tell he’s going to cum hard and fast at this rate.

“Do you like how my pussy looks? Tell me,” you moan and he can hear you shuffling on the other side and he knows you’re not lying, you are touching yourself.

“Fuck, it looks so fucking good. I wanna eat it. I wanna taste you. You, Madam, look like you would taste so fucking good,” Jungkook rambles out as his hips begin thrusting faster.

His cock is throbbing in his hand and he feels his saliva pooling into his mouth as he thinks what your wet cunt would taste like. You’re beginning to moan into the phone and Jungkook has to steel himself from busting his load.

You sound so fucking sweet. He can’t help but think of how you would sound if he let you have your way with him.

“Could I sit on your face?” you groan out.

“Fuck yes. I’d let you do whatever you want Madam,” Jungkook grunts out as his other hand begins cupping his balls and massaging them, then tugging on the flesh on the bottom.

“Oh god, Little Prince. You’re so fucking good,” you moan. He can hear your breaths quickening and he jerks his fist in time with your breathing, hoping that he can hold himself from cumming until you do.

“I’d fuck you so good Little Prince. Make you explode so hard. Make you beg for more.”

“Please Madam...please,” Jungkook whines loudly as he pictures your pussy on top of him, gobbling up his cock.

You sound so sure of yourself, he has every belief that you will do everything you’re promising if the two of you should ever meet in person.

“Shit,” you grit out. “I’m gonna cum Little Prince, you’re making me cum,” you moan loudly and Jungkook's balls tighten and the knot in his stomach unfurls as his orgasm springs from him.

Big fat spurts of his milky seed land on his chest and abs as he whines loudly from the pleasure pulsing through his dick. Jungkook is struggling to catch his breath, he hasn't cummed that hard in a long time and he didn’t know how much he needed it.

His hand works up his torso and his finger smears the cum on his abs. In his hazy fog he picks up his phone and snaps a quick picture of the mess on his chest with his cock slightly in view and he sends it to you, with a message that says, “Thank you Madam. I needed that.”

And after that Jungkook communicates with Madam at least once a week, recapping the days and anything interesting that happened in their lives.

He’s sitting in the dance studio, laughing at a message from you when Sunmi walks in.

“Hey Jungkook!” she says cheerfully as she struts in and Jungkook does his best to not roll his eyes at her.

“Hey Sunmi, Tae isn’t in here, I think he’s showering” he replies, looking briefly up at her and then returning his attention back to his phone.

“I know. He asked me to wait in here for him,,” she informs, plopping down in a chair across from him.

“Cool.”

“Besides, I wanted to talk to you,” Sunmi confesses and when Jungkook looks up at her a big smile is gracing her features.

It was weird.

The whole time she’s been official with Taehyung, she acts like Jungkook is not even in the room. She would go out of her way to joke with all of his hyungs, but when it came to him, she was just different.

“About what?” Jungkook asks warily as he carefully places his phone into his pocket.

“About you and Taehyung.”

Sunmi and Jungkook stare at each other before Jungkook nods quietly.

“Great!” she claps her hands together and leans onto the table, splaying her fingers onto the table, showcasing her wildly painted manicured nails.

“Listen, I know you two aren’t so close anymore. I can understand if you’re jealous of me and Taehyung. I mean we have something you two never did. You know love. I mean I know you used to have sex, but it was just sex. You still are great friends. You should try to move past it because I’m going to be around for a long time.” She pauses for a second, her nails tap on the table surface and her eyes narrow on him as she continues to smile brightly.

“And we’ll probably get married soon. So you should really just get used to having me around. Especially if the group means anything to you.”

Jungkook feels his anger simmer into a fiery boil. He barely hears her last statement.

“We used to have sex. Is that what you said? You know you should be thanking me Sunmi, instead of trying to talk to me like a fucking kid,” Jungkook spits out as he stands up.

“If it weren’t for me, Taehyung would’ve dumped your ass a long time ago. He loved me. Fuck he probably still does. I was the one who broke things off. But you know what sweetheart, you’re right I’m so fucking jealous,” he seethes before kicking over his chair and storming out of the studio.

Jungkook never brought up the Sunmi interaction to Taehyung and Taehyung never mentioned a thing to him.

But when Taehyung shared with the whole group that him and Sunmi had broken up, Jungkook felt bad.

He had lied to Sunmi. He had no idea if Taehyung loved him like that, but in the heat of the moment he just wanted to wipe that smug look off her face. She won and she knew it and she was rubbing it in his face and talking to him like he was a dog.

But honestly, he also was relieved. Taehyung deserved better. Sunmi was not the right person for him, Jungkook could see it was evident, he just didn’t see how Taehyung couldn’t see it. But love is blind.

Shortly, after receiving the news, Jungkook gave his condolences to Taehyung, but decided to give him his space and let his hyungs comfort him.

Jimin took him to grab beers, Jin cooked for him and Namjoon invited him to writing sessions. And all of them kept each other informed with how Taehyung was recovering from the break up.

Jungkook was worried about him, but worried about him from afar. The interactions they had while he was dating Sunmi was strained and he honestly thought the last person Taehyung needed comfort from was him.

“Alright, here’s a recap of the cities we will be hitting in the next three months,” their manager informed as he handed each of them a packet filled with dates, times and locations for the upcoming tour.

“Beginning next week, we will be having daily practices with one day off a week...”

Jungkook heard nothing else as he saw the city that Madam resided was listed in the packet and he could feel his heart begin to race.

This was finally an opportunity to see her in person after all these weeks. He had known for months that BTS was touring again soon, but the management was just now informing them where.

As soon as the meeting adjourned, Jungkook was pulling out his phone to text you that he would be in your city for a couple of nights and asked if you were free. It doesn’t take you long to reply.

And you tell him you’re free and you can’t wait and Jungkook can feel his mouth run dry with anticipation.

“Where are you going?” Jimin asks, as Jungkook encounters him in the hotel hallway with a curvy woman on his arm.

“For a walk,” Jungkook replies coolly, pushing back his hair.

Jimin’s eyes rove from his eyes and down to his feet and then back up again.

“Like that?” Jimin chuckles, slapping Jungkook heartedly on the shoulder.

“I’ve never seen you so dressed up after a concert, not like this before.”

Jungkook glances at the woman on Jimin’s arm and she smiles brightly at him.

“She already signed an NDA. Where are you really going, Jungkook?” Jimin asks, his smile slowly dissolving from his face.

“To meet someone, okay,” he huffs.

“Does management know where?”

“Yesss,” Jungkook hisses out. “They’ve arranged a car and everything. Can you just...let me go? I’m gonna be late,” he demands as he looks at his watch and then adjusts it on his wrist.

“Fine!” Jimin sighs, stepping to the side. “Have fun,” he smirks.

“Yeah, you too hyung,” Jungkook says as he glances at the woman and then back at Jimin before he takes his leave.

Jungkook is nervous. He’s a little early but he’s been waiting ten minutes for you to show up and he can’t keep from shaking his legs underneath the table.

The server has already been by twice to refill his glass with water. And Jungkook hopes you’re not going to stand him up.

But then he hears you say, “JK?” and he recognizes your voice immediately.

And when he turns to look at you, you are better than his mind imagined. There you are, standing next to him and you look so pretty. Your eyes are shiny and your lips are pulled into a smile and he feels his heart jump into his throat.

His reaction was comical. He had to get to his feet, he couldn’t stay seated. Everything in him wanted to move, but he didn’t know how.

And damn, you looked so sure of yourself, just like you sounded over the phone. Your eyes raked over him and Jungkook feels warmth spread through his whole body.

It was like you were looking at him like he was naked before you and the whole thing made his head spin.

You look at him expectantly, and he doesn’t know what to say. You take the lead and he’s grateful. There’s something about your aura that shakes his core. He’s been around many powerful people, but something about you makes him weak in the knees.

You’re studying him, he can feel it. And his ears are burning under the scrutiny of your gaze. Thankfully, the server comes up and breaks the silence by asking if the two of you wanted something to drink.

Without fail, you took the lead, ordering the wine with ease and Jungkook couldn’t help but feel smug to be in your company. He felt so honored, he had never been with a woman who oozed confidence. It was beyond sexy to him. His mind wandered to what it would be like to have sex with you.

As soon as the server leaves, you begin peppering him with questions and he immediately feels like he’s in the hot seat.

Truths began rolling off his tongue before he could halt them. He told you his true name. He told you he was a member of BTS.

He thought you would be shocked. But you weren’t.

You took all the information in stride. It was almost like he told you he worked at a standard nine to five job. That’s how bored you looked with the information.

And that turned him on even more. You didn’t ask about the fame or success, didn’t ask how much he made a year. No, you just began to share more about yourself.

You touched his hand. Your foot caressed his leg. All of your movements sent a message straight to his dick and he couldn’t wait to get out of the restaurant and let you have your way with him.

He decided midway through dinner, he would let you do whatever you wanted.

When you excused yourself to the bathroom. Jungkook was grateful. He needed to breathe and when the server asked if everything was okay, he asked for the check.

He wanted you badly and he could feel that you were feeling the same -- if the looks and comments you threw his way were any indication. You called him Little Prince and he couldn’t help but picture your pussy and hear you moans in his head when you did.

Leaving the restaurant is a blur of memory in his head. All he can remember is you touching his thigh and then letting him put his hand between your legs.

If given the chance, Jungkook would have fucked you in the elevator, but you reprimanded him for even kissing and grinding on you. But fuck the ache is his dick was hard to ignore.

Jungkook had only been submissive to one person in the bedroom. And that person was Sir, Taehyung. Sir could be rough and Jungkook liked that. Sir would smack his ass and bite him in discreet places, like the inside of his thighs. He would pull his hair and fuck him raw until his dick was cumming untouched.

When he stepped out of the bathroom and into your bedroom after showering, his body was shaking with anticipation of how Madam was going to control him. Sir would push him around physically, but Madam she had a way with words. Her voice was laced with authority and it was useless to try to not listen to her.

Madam ordered him on the bed and when her mouth began working over his cock, Jungkook could already feel his dick already wanting to burst. But then she slipped the cock ring on him and the sensation ebbed into a tingle.

With his orgasm at bay, Jungkook is finally able to think again. And the only thing he can think about is finally being able to taste the pussy he’s been dreaming about for weeks.

Madam let’s him and when she sits on his face, cunt fully covered, he wants to cry in frustration. He can smell you and he can kind of taste you, but it’s not what he fully wants. He wants to taste all of you.

“Pfease,” he whimpers against your panties as his tongue runs against the fabric. Trying his best to wet them so he can get to your taste.

You lift off of him and he asks if you could remove your panties. And when you tell him that tonight is all about him. God, he believes you. Even though he’s about to pleasure you, it’s all he wants. All he wants is to be good to you, to be worthy to be with you.

His brain is muddled and he’s not sure how he got under your spell so quickly, but he is.

Your pussy meets his tongue, and he swears he never tasted anything better in his life and he prays to the Gods and Goddeses above that it won’t be the last time his taste buds are blessed with your juices.

His tongue laps at you folds and his lips wrap around your perky clit and his ears are soon graced by your moans. You tell him he’s a good boy and he preens under your praise. He works his mouth faster against you, hoping he will get you to cum all over his face.

He needs to make you cum.

Jungkook’s dick is extremely hard and he begins humming against you as he eats you up, alternating between sucking on your swollen nub to flicking his tongue around it. And Madam cums hard. You gush down on his face and Jungkook slurps up your honey greedily, enjoying the taste of you so much he’s a little sad when you shimmy off of his face.

“Did you like that Madam? Was I good for you?”

You said he was and then you began pleasuring him with his mouth and he felt like he was in a state of nirvana. Your mouth was hot and wet and he instinctively called you baby. What he tends to call all of his hookups.

But as soon as he uttered the words, he knew he fucked up. Then you bite his thigh and for a second he’s happy to make you upset. He knows his brat behavior gets a reaction out of Sir, so he’s now wondering what it would do for Madam.

He apologizes, but it’s not enough for you.

You climb on top of him and begin stroking your wet pussy along his length and he desperately wants to grip your hips and thrust into your cunt.

But he doesn’t. He’s already in trouble.

He doesn’t want the opportunity to feel your wet walls tugged from him. So he lets you do what you want.

Jungkook can feel himself losing his sanity as you grind against him as you discipline him. Working over his length as you get yourself off on him and he lets you.

You look so fucking sexy and it takes everything in him to not pound into you. He watches your face as it clouds with ecstasy and he grabs your hips so hard that his knuckles are white with the effort of keeping himself restrained.

When he asks if he has been patient enough you adjust yourself on his waist and sink down hotly on his cock and he sees heaven. You’re staring down at him and he can’t believe how you feel around him or how perfect you look right now.

You establish a slow steady pace and Jungkook’s hands slither to your breasts and he groans about how soft they feel in hands. His feet instinctively plant into the bed and his hips thrust up into you before he knows what he’s doing. It’s like his dick has a mind of its own as it drives up into your warm heat.

He looks down to where the two of you are joined and he moans loudly. You look so fucking great riding his cock and he swears he’s never seen a lovelier sight in his life.

Jungkook can fill his balls, weigh heavily between his legs and his fingers move to your clit to rub furiously as he begs for you to cum. He wants to see it with his eyes, wants to watch your face as your pussy tightens around him.

But then you hop off his dick and slide the ring snug around his cock off before you hop back on and his eyes roll to the back of his head, and before he knows it he’s cumming hard inside of your pussy. He’s whining loudly as his dick erupts and throbs inside of you, spurt after spurt of his cum filling you up.

You’re both shouting loudly and you pull him off and Jungkook’s body is limp.

He’s trying his best to collect himself. All he knows is that he nutted big, probably the biggest ever in his life and his dick is trying to figure out how to recreate the moment in the future.

Jungkook can feel tears pooling in his eyes and his cock softening against his stomach. Fuck where have you been all his life? He hears you ask him if he’s okay and if you hurt him and all he wants to do is laugh.

You have no idea how you fucked up his life in just a few months.

He tells you he’s fine and when he peels his eyes open the smile on your beautiful face makes him melt. He grabs your hand and kisses your fingertips and he sees you tense up and he realizes that maybe he’s over his head even when he shares that’s the hardest he’s cum in life.

You on the other hand react like you hear that on the regular. You smile at him and call him cute before you excuse yourself to find something to clean him up with and Jungkook curses himself for being so fucking needy.

When you do re-appear you have his clothes in hand. Jungkook knows exactly what that means.

It’s time for him to leave.

Even though he’s a little disappointed, he gets dressed and decides that it’s best if he keeps his mouth shut.

He knows what this is...even though his gut is feeling the opposite. He tries to appear light-hearted when in fact all he wants to do is ask if he can see you again.

But he keeps these feelings at bay. This is what the website is about: having discreet sex. But right now he’s beginning to feel more.

It takes him a minute to gather himself, but he shoots a quick text to his driver and lets him know he’ll be down in less than ten minutes.

He kisses you goodbye and let’s you know he’s sorry about the mess before telling you that he hopes to see you again.

“Did you have a good time?" Ji-hoon, his driver, asks as Jungkook gets comfortable in the black SUV.

Jungkook was never completely alone on the date. His security detail sat at a table in the corner of the restaurant and his car tailed him to your apartment.

The company would never let him go anywhere fully alone overseas.

“I did.” Jungkook says as he rubs his nose and he can smell you on his fingers. His cock hardens a bit and he knows he will probably jerk off before he washes your scent off of him and gets ready for bed that night.

I’m so screwed.

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When Jungkook walks into the dance studio, he feels different. He didn’t know that sleeping with you would be life changing for him, but damn it was. You took the lead, not expecting anything from him and fuck did he feel good days after your interactions.

He has never met a woman so attractive, and assertive. You just read him easily and fuck you made him cum so hard.

“What’s up with you?" Yoongi asked as Jungkook strolled in.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook countered, looking around the room in confusion.

All the members' eyes were focused on him.

“Why you look so fucking relaxed? You look like you got some good pussy or something,” Yoongi continued.

He feels Taehyung staring at him and when he glances up he sees his lips are pulled into a tight line as his dark eyes examine him.

“I did,” he pulls out his phone and loads up a selfie sent to him days ago and all the members scramble to get a closer look at the picture.

“Shit," Hoseok spit. “She’s hot. You got some of this?”

Jungkook’s ego swells with pride as he notices the members' faces in different phases of shock and disbelief.

“I did.”

“Who is she?” Taehyung calls out and eyes turn to him as he stands in the back of the pack. Jungkook can’t read the expression on his face, but his arms are folded and his chin is lifted.

“I’m not sure how long it will last…so let’s just call her Madam.”

His hyungs all burst into laughter, calling him kinky and saying he has mommy issues. Everyone except Taehyung.

It made him feel good. It felt like Taehyung was finally getting a taste of his own medicine.

But at the end of the day, Jungkook did feel bad. For the rest of the practice Taehyung was giving him the stink eye and short with everyone.

And when Taehyung left practice quickly, which is not typical behavior for him; that's when Jungkook decided to pull up to Taehyung's place.

When Taehyung told him that things were different between them, that they hardly shared things with each other anymore; he wanted to laugh.

It was comical. Things had been different since his relationship with Sunmi took a serious turn. Why was he bringing it up now?

Taehyung had never approached him as he carried on his relationship with Sunmi and maintained a distance from him.

Yet here he was, asking a bunch of questions of who you were, and what your story was.

“I met her on a website that Yugyeom is on. Older women and shit. She’s hot right?" Jungkook said showing him another one of your selfies to Taehyung.

“Fuck she is. So what was it like to fuck her,” Taehyung whistled in return.

“It was awesome. Really great actually. But its not all sex. She's different, like confident and bold? I wanna see her again.” Jungkook shared before picking up Taehyung’s wine glass and taking a sip.

“Well cool,” The older one said as his fingers raked up the bottom of Jungkook’s hair at his nape and raked up to the crown.

The sensation made Jungkook’s brain reel, Taehyung still had an effect on him and he needed to get away from him.

He had spent months tending to his broken heart and the last thing he needed was to be pulled back into Taehyung’s orbit.

“Gotta go. I got a call with her in a few,” Jungkook rushes out as he stands abruptly, sitting down the wine glass.

He began walking toward the front door. “Talk to ya tomorrow,” Jungkook called as he waved over his shoulder and left.

And the space helped. You helped.

Meeting you had helped him heal and you had no fucking clue. For you, it was probably just a physical thing, but talking to you made him feel good.

You checked in on him, you listened to him and he didn’t have to prove to be anything he wasn’t.

Not only that, but he had no idea that meeting you would help mend his relationship with Taehyung.

Taehyung would ask about you and Jungkook would share with him all that he knew. He was just so happy to not feel weird around him or hurt in his presence.

He told Taehyung how you liked to be called Madam and he would share when the two of you would have phone sex and how it would play out and he could tell Taehyung was intrigued.

When he discovered that he wouldn’t be able to meet you when you came to Seoul, suggesting Taehyung to fill in for him felt like second nature.

But even after he did it, he was unsure why.

Jungkook liked you alot. All he knew was that he didn’t want to disappoint you or have you replace him.

He would rather send Taehyung in his place than have you try to hook up with anyone else. And when Taehyung asked Jungkook if he could fuck you, he said yes.

Jungkook was fine about it. They had shared partners before. Taehyung was looking to settle down. You were not.

He was fine, until Taehyung brought him your panties as a gift the next day.

They smelled just like he remembered you smelling and fuck was he jealous that Taehyung got a taste of you.

“Went well I guess?” Jungkook asks as Taehyung slaps your panties on his coffee table.

“Very well. She has such a nice pussy and ass,” Taehyung affirms, putting his fingers to his nose and inhaling sharply.

“I know you said she’s controlling, but she had no problem with letting me control her last night...or this morning.”

“This morning?” Jungkook asks as he reaches for your panties and he can smell you even before he nears them toward his nose.

It made his dick wake up. You must’ve been really turned on before they were removed.

“Mmm, yeah she spent the night and then I fucked her ass this morning,” Taehyung confirms with a far-away look on his face.

“How deep are you into her Kookie?” Taehyung asks as he thumps his feet onto the table.

“I like her, alot. The thing is she's really adamant about it not feeling like a relationship...why?”

“She said that you two are friends. That she would like to remain my friend as well. Are you okay with that?” Taehyung asks, putting his hand on Jungkook’s thigh.

Jungkook is silent for a moment after the recent development, he balls your panties into his hand.

“We’ve shared things before Kookie. And I dunno, I’ve been thinking,” Taehyung whispers, his hand moving up higher on Jungkook’s leg.

Jungkook’s ear picks up on Taehyung’s tone. Taehyung’s voice is deeper.

“Not gonna lie Kookie. I miss the times we had together, I dunno if you're still interested in me or what we used to do. But with Sunmi out of the picture...we could…”

Jungkook waits for Taehyung to finish, but he doesn’t. Taehyung’s fingers trail up the seam of his pants and begins unbuttoning them.

“I miss you,” Taehyung sighs and places his lips to Jungkook’s and Jungkook can feel himself growing harder. But then you float through his head, your smell is in the air.

“Tae,” he sighs as he leans away from Taehyung’s affections. “I don’t think we should.”

“Why not?”

“It’s Y/N...I just...I’m,” Jungkook struggles to find his words.

The truth of the matter is he’s scared. He’s feeling so many things and yet there’s no clarity on it. All he knows is they're jumbled together.

“Do you mind sharing her?” Taehyung asks suddenly.

“I’d like to, with you. If you don’t mind. I think she’s the kind of woman who could be open to that. Don’t you?” He further questions scooting away from Jungkook.

Jungkook thinks you would be into it, but he hasn’t been with Taehyung for several months. The thought terrifies him. He’s already in too deep with you.

And honestly the fact you shared a bed with Taehyung and not with him, has him burning with jealousy. You said you liked to be in control, but then you let Taehyung fuck you twice.

All Jungkook got was one fuck with you and then ushered out the door.

Why was that? What did Taehyung carry that he didn’t. It made him highly self-conscious.

“I’ll allow it...only if you suck my dick.”

“What?” Taehyung splutters.

“You said you missed me. And you want to keep sleeping with the woman that I introduced you to. So if you mean it. Suck my dick,” Jungkook chuckles as he finishes undoing his pants and sliding them down his thick thighs.

“How do these things relate?” Taehyung asks as he licks his lips, taking in Jungkook’s bulge in his tight briefs and then looking at his face.

“Let’s just see if we’re still compatible. It’s been awhile,” Jungkook replies, lifting his eyebrows and then pulling his hard dick out of his underwear.

Needless to say, Taehyung and him were still compatible. Jungkook didn’t really believe that they wouldn’t be. He honestly just wanted to see Taehyung choke on his dick.

He was so mad that Taehyung spent more time in your aura, he just wanted to be made whole.

And when Taehyung gulped him down as he was cumming fast and hot into his mouth, Jungkook knew he’d do whatever to make the two of you happy.

~~~~ END OF MEMORIES~~~~~~

Jungkook’s memories are surrounding him like ghosts and he jumps when his phone starts ringing. Looking down he sees it’s Namjoon and he knows he’s fucked.

He knows his outburst in the studio was gonna be his ass, but now that he’s had a few hours to process everything, he’s regretting that he hit Taehyung.

“Hell-”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“I-I’m at a hotel,” Jungkook mutters.

“Get your ass to the company building within the hour. Do you hear me?” Namjoon barks out.

“Yes, hyung.”

“Don’t bullshit me Jungkook. If I have to drag your ass here," Namjoon takes a deep breath.

“Just don’t make me hunt you down. We gotta work this shit out.” he says before ending the call.

Jungkook palms his face as he throws his phone on the bed. He’s not far from the building. He actually walked to the hotel, but fuck he was not looking forward to what he was about to walk into.

He would have to fucking say all the things he has been holding for days, fuck for years.

He wills himself off the bed and he shuffles to the bathroom. His appearance shocks him. His eyes are red and his hair is a mess.

And the fist he punched Taehyung with is swollen. He’s gonna get so much shit from everyone.

Jungkook takes a piss and takes the time to wash his face before checking out the hotel.

When he does check out, his feet feel like they are made of lead.

He fucked up. He fucked up because he was terrible at using his words. If he would have just used his fucking words, maybe none of this shit would have even happened.

When he walks into the conference room he is met with several pairs of eyes. His eyes land on Taehyung’s and he is relieved to see that his mouth is a little puffy but other than that his face is perfectly perfect, as always.

Everybody is quiet when he enters and the tension is palpable.

Namjoon looks at an empty chair and Jungkook takes that as a sign to sit there.

“We’re glad you could make it,” Jimin says suddenly and Jungkook can feel tears instantly prickle his eyes. The look on Jimin’s face is full of worry and concern and Jungkook hates that he made everyone upset.

He glances at Taehyung and his pupils are dilated and focused on him. Jungkook can feel him simmering with anger. But fuck it, Jungkook is angry too.

“What the hell is going on between the two of you?” Yoongi launches into it with no hesitation.

No one talks. The air is heavy with unsaid words.

“Is this about this Madam who you have been sleeping with for the last few months,” Jin says after the silence becomes unbearable.

“I really don’t know what Jungkook’s problem is?” Taehyung huffs as he leans back in the chair with his eyes ablaze.

“How about I fall in love with a woman and you try to fucking pull her out from under my nose?” Jungkook shouts as he stands up.

Namjoon is fast on his feet and grabs Jungkook quickly.

Taehyung smirks. “Ohh, is that right?”

“It fucking is. I heard you. You flew out there and saw Madam. And then you told her you were falling in love with her.”

Taehyung’s face changes for a brief moment and he looks around the room before his eyes land back to Jungkook.

“Oh yeah, you forgot to hang up all the way. You told me you were going out there to fix shit with her. But you failed to mention you fucking love her. Even after I told you how I felt about her!” Jungkook screams out.

Taehyung scoffs and leans further into his chair and Jungkook wants to scratch the smug look off his face.

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” Jungkook yells as tears breach the corner of his eyes.

Taehyung eyes him wearily before he gets up slowly and all eyes land on him.

The room is quiet.

“Keep doing what to you?” Taehyung asks, his voice steely and cold.

Jungkook’s heart leaps to his throat and the tears won’t stop rolling down his cheek.

“Why do you keep tearing love from me? First,” he sobs loudly and he feels Namjoon’s arms wrap around him and his eyes lower to the ground.

“I fell in love with you and then you just replaced me with Sunmi. And then I finally move on. I find Y/N and you try to rip her from me,” Jungkook wails, lips trembling uncontrollably as he tries to steady himself.

When he finally looks up at Taehyung, his eyes are muddled with emotions.

“Kookie,” he whispers lowly.

“I never thought you loved me. Every time I asked you about us...you dismissed me. I really thought at some point it was only sex for you,” Taehyung says glancing around the room.

He’s quiet for a moment.

“But let’s talk about Sunmi.”

“What about her?” Jungkook sniffs, feeling his body stiffen.

“Let’s not act like I’m the bad guy here. You ripped love away from me too,” Taehyung shrugs as he touches his swollen lip tenderly.

“Did you tell her I was in love with you? That you were the one that broke everything off between us?”

Jungkook stays still and all heads whip over to Jungkook.

“Yeah, she told me when I met her a few weeks ago. When she broke up with me, at the time she said we wanted different things. And you know what? It drove me fucking mad because I had no idea what she was referring to,” Taehyung begins to chuckle but the laughter sounds eerie to Jungkook’s ears.

“When she wanted to tell me about her engagement. She mentioned to me the talk you had oh so many years ago. Do you remember Kookie?”

Jungkook swallows hard and his throat and mouth have run completely dry. But he nods his response out anyway.

“Yeah, I thought you did,” Taehyung hums.

“Why did you do it?”

“She was terrible for you Tae and you know it.”

“Oh how fucking noble of you Jungkook!” Taehyung explodes.

“So that’s why you did it? That’s why you told Y/N you were falling in love with her? To get back at me?” Jungkook shouts and it prompts all the members to rise to their feet.

“I’m not like you Jungkook,” Taehyung laughs.

“Not like me, how?”

“Fucking petty,” Taehyung spits out taking a step toward Jungkook.

“And if you think I would do that, well fuck you. I did it because I do love her. I can fucking admit it. I can be a man about it.”

Jungkook launches toward Taehyung and both Namjoon and Jin catch him fastly.

“Let him go. He obviously has never thought highly about me. All these years and I thought I meant some-”

“You do mean something to me!” Jungkook shouts out furiously, legs kicking.

“How can you even say that Tae?! I fucking love you. I’ve been loving you forever. I know,” Jungkook breaks down in tears and Jimin is running over to him and wrapping his arms around him.

“I love you. A-and I love her. Why can’t you see that?” Jungkook is sobbing now and his pain is taking the stability out of his legs. He’s crumpling to the ground and Jimin goes down with him.

“Oh Jungkookie, I-I”

In his sobbing, Jungkook can hear Taehyung crying and it only makes him cry harder.

“Let’s give them a moment. I think they need it.” Jungkook hears Yoongi’s voice say.

Jimin presses his lips to Jungkook’s head and mutters, “It will be okay,” before unwrapping his arms and feeling him slide away.

Jungkook can feel his tears slowing and he can feel Taehyung has gotten closer to him.

“Jungkook...I never meant to hurt you. Ever,” Taehyung finally says.

Jungkook uses his sweater paws to wipe at the tears staining his face and he sees Taehyung sitting across from him, his face stricken with emotion.

“I love you too. I have for a long time. I loved Sunmi too. And I love Y/N now. But I still love you. I never stopped,” Taehyung whispers looking up at him and then toward the door.

“You...you still love me?” Jungkook stutters out.

Taehyung nods and his teeth find purchase in his lower lip but he winces.

Jungkook reaches out and cups his cheek.

“I’m sorry for hitting you. I shouldn’t have done that,” he states as his thumb traces Taehyung's lips delicately.

“I love this face. These lips,” he continues and Taehyung's hand wraps around his wrist.

“You thought I betrayed you. And maybe I did,” Taehyung hums as his tongue peeks out and swipes against Jungkook’s thumb.

“Honestly, between you saying you loved Y/N and meeting Sunmi and learning the truth of our break up. I was in my feelings. But I swear, I wasn't trying to hurt you Kookie. Ever. I don’t want to hurt you. Do you believe me?” Taehyung asks as he pulls Jungkook’s wrist to his lips and kisses it delicately.

And Jungkook does believe him. He’s known Taehyung a long time and one thing Taehyung is not, is a liar.

“I’m sorry about Sunmi. I was just so fucking jealous. And I should’ve told you how I felt before she ever came along,” Jungkook whispers back.

“I forgive you Kookie. And you’re right, she wasn’t right for me. If she was, she would know why you're important to me.”

Jungkook's hands move out and grab Taehyung and pull him onto his lap, placing his lips to his fastly. The kiss grows messier by the second. There’s urgency in the kiss as well as need.

“Tae,” Jungkook sighs out and Taehyung's fingers grip the hair at the crown of his head.

“I know. Not here,” Taehyung replies as he grinds down on Jungkook.

“Fuck, okay,” Jungkook sighs as he kisses Taehyung’s exposed collarbone.

“Come home with me?”

“I’ll follow you anywhere Jungkookie,” Tae murmurs as Jungkook’s tongue traces the column of his neck.

“Good, let’s go,” Jungkooks husks, prompting Taehyung to get off his lap.

They both fix their erections before opening the door and exiting the room quickly.

The rest of the members are leaning against the wall solemnly when Jungkook tugs Taehyung out of the room by his arm.

“Where are you guys going?”

“Is everything okay?”

Jimin’s and Hobi’s voices float down the hallway after them.

“We’re good. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Taehyung calls out as Jungkook pulls him toward the elevators.

It feels like it takes forever to get back to Jungkook’s condo.

And as soon as he has Taehyung inside, he’s shedding his clothes off him quickly.

Every time he presses his lips to Taehyung's, the older man whines loudly, but never tells him to stop and Jungkook can feel his heart swelling inside his chest.

Kim Taehyung loves me.

This beautiful man that Jeon Jungkook lost his virginity to, loves him and said it out loud.

Jungkook wants nothing more than to feel every inch of Taehyung. And Taehyung is what he gets. There’s no hint or scent of Sir in the room.

All that’s before Jungkook is Taehyung. And he’s letting Jungkook remove his clothes and push him onto his bed without any resistance. Taehyung is letting him take him how Jungkook deems fit.

And when Jungkook crawls over him, Taehyung looks up at him with so much vulnerability that Jungkook’s dick jerks into the air.

“Can I make love to you?” he asks Taehyung sweetly, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly.

Taehyung eyes are wide and he doesn’t say yes, but he nods only once, his eyes fixed on Jungkook’s. And Jungkook groans with lust before he’s grabbing the lube from his bedside table. The first time he ever fucked Taehyung was in the presence of Madam.

But he’s about to have him all to himself. No audience. Seeking permission from Madam seems silly at this point. He’s been wanting Taehyung like this for years and he was finally going to have him.

“Do you want this?” Jungkook asks him as his lubed fingers circle Taehyung’s rim.

“Yes,” Taehyung says with no hesitation, his body trembling under Jungkook’s touch.

“I just want you,” he continues and Jungkook removes his finger from Taehyung’s puckered hole and fly to his own cock.

He can’t help it. Taehyung looks so perfect spread out before him. The cheeks on his face are pink and his dick is rock hard. On top of that his hands are clenching his ass and pulling them apart, giving him a good view of his tight entrance.

Kim Taehyung wants me.

They’ve spent a good thirty minutes kissing and grinding on each other but all Jungkook wants at this point is to stuff himself into Taehyung’s hot ass. Wants to hear him whimper and groan and with these desires swimming in his brain, Jungkook is lining up his dick to Taehyung’s hole while his other hand wraps Taehyung’s leg around his waist.

“Be gentle, please,” Taehyung whispers and Jungkook wants to cum so fucking bad. Just spill onto Taehyung’s stomach.

He’s never heard Taehyung be so soft. Let alone ask for anything nicely in bed.

“I’ll take care of you baby,” Jungkook coos as his hand moves away from his cock and lands on Taehyung’s hip, thumb caressing the flesh of hip bone before he begins to surge forward slowly.

He watches as Taehyung’s eye grow wider and then his mouth spreads into an O shape as Jungkook’s tip breaches his opening.

“Fuuuuck,” Taehyung groans as his hand flies above his head and seeks purchase into the pillow. Biceps flexing with effort.

“Shhhh, shhhh, I got you. Relax Tae, breathe. I will go slow,” Jungkook soothes, his thumb picking up pace on his hip bone.

“I’m good,” Taehyung huffs. “I like it. I like feeling you like this.” Taehyung moans as his own hand wraps around his own cock.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep sounding like this,” Jungkook grunts as he pushes the rest of his length in, earning a guttural groan from Taehyung.

“Then fucking cum,” Taehyung grits out as one eye squints open and lands on Jungkook, his lips pulling into a smirk.

“I see, you want me to fuck you rough. Mmkay,” Jungkook chuckles before withdrawing quickly and slamming back into Taehyung, making him yell loudly.

“Fuck. Shit, I’m sorry. I’m not ready for that Kookie. Slower please,” Taehyung rambles out.

“That’s better,” Jungkook hums as he slides back and then forward at a much slower pace, taking his time to capture Taehyung’s lips and then lick at his ear lobe.

“You feel so fucking good Tae,” Jungkook shares.

“You feel better,” Taehyung moans as his eyes shut and Jungkook thrusts into him.

Jungkook can’t blame Taehyung. Being topped is different than bottoming. Receiving someone into your body is different than giving someone access. It takes a while to accept it and he’s happy that Taehyung is open to it.

It’s like he’s trying to show Jungkook how much he really means what he said earlier. Taehyung loves Jungkook. And Jungkook loves Taehyung.

And now Jungkook is lost in the feel of Taehyung’s hot walls.He’s chasing his feelings and lost time as he rows up and then back from Taehyung. And he can feel Taehyung’s legs begin to shake around him.

“You good babe?” Jungkook husks out as he feels his orgasm building.

“More than good,” Taheung moans and the strokes around his dick pick up in pace. “Cum in me Kookie, wanna feel it,” Taehyung pleads. His eyes roll back in his head.

And fuck Jungkook does just that. He shoots white hot loads into Taehyung’s ass and can’t stop the whines and grunts coming from his lips and he feels Taehyung clamp down on him and looks down to see him also exploding wet and hot onto his chest and stomach.

“Fuck!” Taehyung wails, and he sees his eyes are watery when he opens them.

Jungkook rocks his dick into Taehyung, not completely ready to leave him yet.

“Did you like that?” He asks.

“I loved it. Thank you,” Taehyung nods, face blissed out, chest heaving harshly.

Jungkook winces as he pulls out of Taehyung’s heat, but he doesn’t get up to clean. He only pulls him near, enjoying his warmth too much to be bothered with something as small as cleaning up. He’s been covered in the man’s juices before. There’s no rush for him.

For Jungkook the most important thing is just being close to the man he loves.

“So now what?” Taehyung sighs after a few minutes of contentment.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks.

“With Y/N. Now what?”

“We talk to her,” Jungkook says simply as he places a soft kiss on Taehyung's shoulder before drifting to sleep.

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A/N: Thank you for reading dolls. Come cry with me.

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