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jungkookstatts · 4 months
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All Over Again
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[Summary]: Paternity leave has its effects on Jungkook. After his first day back at work, he can't help but show you how much he doesn't want to go back.
[Theme]: Dad!Jk, CEO!Jk, Married Couple AU, Parent's AU
[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes. Marking, kissing, nipple play, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up y'all), dom!JK, mentions of another pregnancy, talks of pregnancy and getting pregnant, etc.
[Word Count]: 4,274
[A/N]: This is a pure result of the urge my body suddenly gets to want a child right before my period smh. Anyway, felt cute, might delete later once I am sane.
It’s been a long ass day. Jungkook’s white button-up feels stapled to his skin, his pants folding uncomfortably with every step he makes as he exits his office. A long finger comes up to his neck, digging underneath his striped tie, wiggling it a little to loosen the chokehold it has around his neck. His other hand feels bound to his briefcase, which carries so much importance in his life but yet so much burden at the same time.
It’s his first day back at work after his baby boy was born. The briefcase he holds reminds him of the duty he has to his family — of his passion and his support for you and your baby. But it also reminds him of the time it has ripped away from spending with you. He clutches it with so much strength at the thought of you, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and pressing the unlock button so hard, that he thinks he almost might just break it.
With a deep breath, he takes off his tie and tosses it in the passenger seat along with his briefcase. He’s ready to go home. That picture of you, him, and your son that you insisted on framing and Jungkook bringing to work has been a constant reminder of what he has to look forward to at the end of the day. If only his paternity leave could have been longer. You and his son are all he’s been able to think about. How you were doing, if you needed his help, if Jaemun was being feisty, how the cute crinkle on his nose resembles yours to a T.
It’s late January, and the winter air is unforgiving. He wonders if you have the heat on high enough; if Jaemun had enough blankets, or if the tip of your nose was cold like how it always is in the winter months. He can imagine you holding him close, swaddling him as you sing to him delicately. The thought makes his whole body warm, even though the air is so cold that it feels like glass is cutting against his skin.
He’s convinced he will take more time off. He’s the CEO, after all. He could take months off and it not matter. He wants to be with you always — at all times of the day to hold you and be there for you like he should be. If only the world had been that easy to where passions didn’t have a price. He got lucky, his passion having a heavy penny attached to it. But he wonders where that passion took something more valuable away from him — time. He finds himself now strapped between the choice of time and passion, and he fights the fact that he cannot choose both.
The door to your home is welcoming to his eyes as he pulls up to it. It’s not big by any means. Just homey and enough for the three of you. Even with the snow covering almost every inch of it, the reminder of how warm it is on the inside makes his drive to enter it even greater. He does so with a shiver, coming up to your shared home with a stomp of his boots to shake off the snow just before he enters.
To his surprise, he’s met with hushed music coming from the kitchen as he puts his winter coat on the hook, places his briefcase on the wooden floor, and shimmies out of his shoes. He looks at his watch first, making sure it’s not Jaemun’s nap time, to which he finds out it is. The soft music makes sense now, and he smiles when he makes his way down the hallway to the source of the noise.
The rest of the house is dark except for the kitchen-living room area that you and your baby rest in. Jaemun is peacefully sleeping in his bassinet by the couch, cuddling his dinosaur blanket, while you are by the stove, stirring something.
You look over your shoulder at the sound of familiar footsteps, and your heart immediately softens at the sight of your husband in the doorframe. He smiles back tiredly, running his hand through his hair in an exhausted attempt to pull himself together before he makes his way over to you. He looks relieved, like he’s finally received what he’s wanted all day. You’re happy to see him, knowing all too well that that’s what you’ve been waiting for all day, too.
Big, warm hands slide around your waist, a heavy chin rests on your shoulder as he kisses your cheek softly. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your presence as he releases the tension from work off his shoulders. You tend to have an instant effect on him — he missed you so much.
“You’re stirring water?” he laughs as he stares at the pot of water on the stove, unboiled, as you stir it as if it is.
“I’m trying to get it to boil quicker,” you explain with a defeated sigh. “Doesn’t seem to be working. I feel like I’ve been standing here for 20 minutes.”
He hums from behind you, taking your stirring hand and stopping your motions. You’ve never been a big cooker, but he knows you’ve been trying lately. “Just let it be, love. It’ll get there.”
You do as he says, putting the ladle down on the countertop and turning around in his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, staring at the tall man who holds you close against him. You’re met with a tired Jungkook who rests his forehead against yours as you play with the hairs at the back of his head.
“How was work?” you ask gently.
He groans, wrapping his hands around your waist and holding you tighter against him. It causes you to rest your cheek on his shoulder, hugging him in full.
“That bad?” you chuckle.
Your husband just sighs against your neck. “It’s too early to go back, Y/n,” he candors.
You tuck a strand of hair that fell in front of his face behind his ear. “We’re ok, Kook,” you comfort. But he only shakes his head, making the tucked strand fall out of its place again.
“I’m not,” he says. “I want to be here with you. Spend time with Jaemun before he’s suddenly 25.”
You chuckle at that. It does feel like that sometimes. It’s been three months since your son was born, but it feels like it was just yesterday that you were holding him for the first time.
You can only hold his cheek in response, running your thumb slowly against his soft skin. You feel for him, you really do. He’s such a good father. It makes your heartstrings tug and twist and pull every time you see him with your little boy. It’s only a matter of time before you have to go back to work as well. The thought makes your stomach turn, and you can completely sympathize with your husband dreading going back to work and leaving you and Jaemun.
“Your water is boiling,” he breaks you out of your daze.
“Oh,” you turn around. You smile, knowing he was right before. “I’m making pasta if that sounds ok?”
Jungkook kisses your neck in response, a gentle thing that has your tummy flipping for a second.
“You could also probably wake up our son,” you check the time on the microwave. “He’s been a little sleepy today, so I let his nap go for a little longer than usual.”
You add the pasta in and turn the water down, moving over to the greens left on the cutting board. You start chopping until your husband’s lips move lower.
“Our son,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone. The statement makes him jittery. It feels unreal still, even after nine months of waiting, and another three of actually having your little family here with him. You’re his wife, the mother of his kid, and he loves you more than anything in the world. You gave him something he can never find an equivalent to giving back to you. You gave him your heart and a family, and there’s nothing that can replace or overcome what that means to him. His soul lives for yours; it’s overwhelming what you’ve done for him. It’s overwhelming how you make him feel.
He kisses your collarbone softly once again, his heart full. You tilt your head to the side for more, and he gives it to you, kissing up your neck with slow wet kisses.
“Kook,” you exhale gently. You feel him hum against the skin just under your ear. Large palms cup your waist, his body moving closer to yours, trapping your hips against the countertop. Your knife feels loose in your hand when he bites at your skin gently, his tongue brushing over the bite mark afterward.
He stirs something within you. Something that you’ve missed terribly for the past few months. It makes your thighs tremble as he gently caresses your skin under his fingertips.
“The baby—“ you begin, but Jungkook’s motions cut you off yet again when his fingers slowly slide down your front. He’s unsure, his hand hesitating over your skin as his breath stops momentarily in thought.
“Is this okay?” He asks you genuinely. You nearly fall to your knees, dropping your knife onto the board, when his fingers put pressure over your clothed mound. It’s subtle, and much more gentle than what you’re used to with him. You know he’s being cautious, but god did you miss him. “If it’s too much, I’ll pull away.”
You shake your head.
It’s been a long time since the two of you have gotten intimate. Childbirth wasn’t easy, and your doctor just recently gave you two the “ok” for sex. The first time you tried since then wasn’t like what you’re used to with your husband. It was slow and painful, ending with a lot of apologies, embarrassment, and frustration. It’s safe to say that you have to get used to sex all over again.
“No,” you lean against him. “J-Just be gentle. I’m still a little sore.”
“Ok,” he whispers against your neck, kissing it softly. “Just relax for me, baby. I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”
You nod, loosening your nervous shoulders as your husband takes control. He stops swiftly for a second, turning the stove on the lowest setting before looking over his shoulder at his son to ensure he’s still fast asleep. Once he sees that he is, he immediately returns to you.
“So good for me,” he says, slowly circling your clit over your sweats. His other hand squeezes your waist before it moves up, sliding under your shirt and trickling over your breast. You’re wearing a soft bra today—one without an underwire—which makes it easier for him to slide his fingers under.
You whimper when he softly massages your boob, his fingers playing with your nipples gently. Your body, especially your breasts, has become 10x more sensitive since birth. You can feel everything, and everything either hurts or feels really really good. Whenever your husband seems to hold them, you’re a whimpering mess, melting like putty in his arms as he plays with you.
“Sensitive,” Jungkook smiles. His fingers rub harder against you, and you subtly buck your hips against him. His lips graze against your skin, his hair tickling your collarbone as he assaults your neck over and over again. 
“You’re so cute when you’re pregnant,” he rasps against your cheek before planting a sweet kiss upon it. “Wanna see you like that all the time. So full of me — carrying our babies.”
“Jungkook, I—” you whine, grasping onto his wrist. You’re unsure what to do with yourself, wanting him to do so much to you, but not knowing where to start.
The man behind you takes his hand away from your mound, and he chuckles when you whine in protest. But his thumbs hook on your pants and underwear, slowly pulling them down.
“Relax, baby,” he asks again. “I told you, I’m gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.”
His hand slides around your waist again, smoothing over your skin until it’s sliding between your folds. The back of your hand comes up to your mouth as your other grips the countertop for support as he plays with you.
“So wet,” he moans, feeling the effect he’s had on you with his fingers. “This all for me? I’ve barely touched you yet.”
You nod, feeling completely at the mercy of the man behind you. His other hand plays with your nipple again, and you feel another wave of euphoria go straight to your pussy.
His fingers gather your slick generously, smoothing it over your clit before circling it gently. He plays infinities over it, making your knees go weak. It’s getting harder to stay quiet, especially when he pinches your nipple gently, making you gasp at the soreness and pleasure it causes.
“K-Kook,” you whine, but he only chuckles, quickening his motions on your clit as he presses further into you. You can feel his dick strained against his work pants, and the thought of him inside you again makes you feel so needy for him. “Want you,” you pant. “Please.”
“Patience,” he shushes you, kissing your neck surely. “I haven’t even made you cum yet.”
“Wanna cum with you,” you whine in protest.
“You will,” he promises.
You gasp as he switches his finger, his thumb trading places with his middle. It circles over you just the same, except this time, it’s joined by his middle finger slowly inserting itself between your folds.
“Oh,” you exhale, feeling weak when he pumps it in and out of you slowly.
He lets himself test your reactions, seeing if the insertion is too much — if it hurts or feels uncomfortable. It doesn’t seem to be, and he slowly lets his ring finger join with his middle, causing you to roll your eyes back slightly.
“So good for me, baby,” he encourages. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” you reply almost immediately.
He kisses your neck. His lips leave hot, wet marks all over your skin as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. His other hand quickly comes to your waist, stabilizing you as you whimper against the back of your hand, trying your best to keep quiet.
He circles his thumb faster, his fingers circling and brushing against your g-spot in tandem with his movements. You feel your orgasm looming over you, and with a certain pressure against your clit, you’re coming undone just as he said you would all over his fingers.
“There you are,” he coaxes you. You’re a whimpering mess, and he feels his dick twitch at the sight of you falling apart on his fingers. He helps you ride out your high, his fingers very gently brushing over your clit as you come down.
Once you're calmed down, you reach around you, playing with his belt loop as you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him. He looks back down, hesitating again knowing what you want but unsure if it’s too much for you to handle yet.
“What,” he smiles teasingly with a kiss to your forehead.
“I want you,” you candor, looking at up him with pleading eyes.
He kisses your nose. “Are you sure? You said it hurt last time.”
You nod. “Please, Koo,” you beg him.
His chest rises, and he takes a deep breath before he nods, kissing you gently as he unbuckles his belt. He places it on the counter before unzipping himself and pulling his pants down. It springs up, pressing itself against your skin gently. But he takes himself in his hands, hesitantly letting it slide down over your folds. 
“Let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?” He says, lining himself up to you with a few strokes of his cock. God, was he nervous. The last time sex hurt really bad for you, and that was just a week ago. He wonders if the prep was enough; he hopes it was, he really doesn’t want to hurt you again.
You nod, holding onto the countertop again as his tip rubs against your entrance. Your coat his cock in such slickness, even you’re surprised at how much you leak onto him. You miss your husband. You need this bad, and so does he.
“Oh, and try to stay quiet, yeah?” He says with a push of his hips. The motion has him covering your mouth with his hand, shielding your moans quickly. “The baby is still sleeping.”
His dick slips past your folds so smoothly, it has you gasping for breath at how good it feels. It’s nothing like the last time. He’s gentler, but still so so big, he fills you up just right.
“Fuck,” he whispers against your neck once he sheathes himself fully inside of you. The man behind you stills, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of you. He, too feels like he’s had to relearn sex all over again. How to please you right now that your body has changed, how to make sure that you are comfortable with his pace and size. You two haven’t had sex like this in so long, he feels overwhelmed when you feel almost too good for him to control. A part of him is embarrassed by how quickly he thinks he’s going to last. 
“How are you still so tight, hm?” he asks with a firm grip on your hip. “Y-You okay?”
You can only nod, pushing your hips down against him. The motion forces him further into you, to which both of you grunt at the feeling.
Testingly, Jungkook pulls out slowly, before pushing back into you a little quicker than before. You coat him generously, creating a motion that makes it easy for him to repeat. 
He develops a pace, fucking you against the kitchen countertop with your juices leaking all over his cock and down your thighs. The stove is on and your baby still sleeps; there are uncut vegetables in front of you and your husband still wears his work shirt. But he fucks you as if none of that matters. As if his only priority is to make sure you feel good, to let yourself go as he fuck you deep and just how you like it. 
His hand comes off from your mouth and settles on your hip. His other hand wraps around your front, holding you impossibly close against his body.
You moan softly when he bends you over slightly against the countertop, the new angle making it hard for you to stay quiet. But you push your hips against him anyway, telling him without words to go deeper.
The action causes him to moan, following your request with a snap of his hips.
“You like it that much, hm?” He grunts, cock ramming into you. “Like it when I knock you up good?”
“Y-Yes!” You whisper. “I love it so much, Koo.”
“Y-yeah?” He leans over you. A tattooed hand cups over yours, palm embracing the back of your hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “Gonna let me do it again?”
“Mmhm,” you squeeze his fingers. “As many times as y-you want.”
“A-Ah,” he pants, mind going into a frenzy over your words. The fact that he is yours, that you are his. That only he can hear you say that. That only he can make you feel this good. That only he has the privilege of calling you his wife. It makes his heart warm and his cock twitch. 
“God, I’m going to ruin you if you say things like that, Y/n,” he warns. But you are relentless, leaning your head back on his shoulder, giving yourself to him further. 
“W-Want you to,” you whimper. “I love you.” 
Your legs shake, completely weak from your past orgasm and your new one forming at the pit of your stomach. His cock makes you feel so full, like you’re stretched to the max capacity as he fucks you good. You know he’s close when his dick twitches inside of you after your words, which only encourages you to gain some strength and begin fucking yourself back on his cock.
“Mm, fuck,” he grips your hips tightly. “M’ gonna cum.”
He quickly reaches around you again, drawing infinities over your clit with his middle finger. His eyes roll back as your cunt naturally tightens at the feeling. Your hips jolt and the knots in your tummy slowly start to unravel themselves onto his dick as you come undone. Just as he had promised, with a final twitch, he’s cumming inside of you with hot, thick ropes filling you up with whispered exhales of your name on his lips.
He lets the two of you catch your breath, his forehead resting on your shoulder before he’s pulling out, shared cum leaking down your thighs and onto the floor. Quickly, he grabs a paper towel from the roll next to the stove and cleans you up a little.
With gentle hands, he helps you back into your sweats before he helps himself into his boxers. He still lingers behind you when he reaches a hand around you and turns the stove on a higher setting once again. 
You turn around, wrapping your hands around his neck as you pull him in for a much-needed kiss. “I love you,” you whisper against him again. His hair falls onto your skin, dark locks intertangling with yours as his fingers come up to hold your face against his. Soft lips sear over yours, telling you things that simply cannot be put into words. 
“I love you, too,” he brushes his nose against yours. “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
You pause, looking up at his dilated pupils. He looks at you like you're his world; like he's given you his heart with the full intent of never receiving it back from you. You nod, kissing him softly again. 
“You should probably wake up your son now,” you poke his cheek.
Looking at the time on the microwave, he snaps out of his daze. “Oh fuck,” he says as his fingers leave your side. You watch him leave you with a chuckle, turning back to your pasta wondering how in the world you go so lucky to marry and mother a kid to this man. You’d truly give him anything he wanted. 
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[Bonus]
With gentle hands, so big against his baby’s frame, he picks Jaemun up in his arms, holding him against his chest. His dinosaur blanket swaddles him softly, and Jungkook does his best to make sure he’s correctly supported and held despite the extra fabric over his small frame. 
Jaemun stirs, and Jungkook places a soft kiss on his tiny head before he gets the chance to freak out and cry. The baby seems to know exactly who is holding him, and he nearly falls back asleep at the familiarity of his father’s arms. But Jungkook bounces him against his chest softly, slowly waking him up for dinnertime.
He makes his way over to you, making unnecessary airplane noises, from what you assume is Jungkook pretending to be an airplane and his son the passenger.
“You know, babies can’t laugh until they’re about 4 months,” you shake your head with a laugh.
“False,” your husband comes behind you again. “I swear he’s laughed before.”
You chuckle, taking the pan off the stove and pouring the insides into a strainer. Just the noodles are left in the strainer now, and you realize that you haven’t thought past the part of boiling the noodles. You ignore that you have no idea what kind of pasta you’re making when Jungkook rests himself against the kitchen island. 
Jaemun catches sight of you, and his arm reaches for you in Jungkook’s hold. You come over, giving him a kiss on the forehead before kissing your husband.
“Were you serious?” your husband asks you suddenly. 
“About?” you raise your eyebrow. 
“You know,” he gulps, holding Jaemun a little tighter. He rests against Jungkook's shoulder, his eyes tempting to fall back asleep again. “More kids.” 
You raise both your eyebrows again, looking at him as if he was serious. His heart beats faster when he realizes what you’re thinking, quickly rephrasing himself. 
“N-Not now, of course,” he gulps. 
You turn around, opening the fridge for some milk for Jaemun as you listen to him. You take out a pot, take the cased breast milk from earlier, and pour it in, turning on the stove afterward. 
“I just mean, like, in the future,” he explains.
There’s a long pause as you wait for the pot to heat up enough. The man behind you is weak, and you don’t know if you want to be mean and give him the blunt answer, or soften the blow. Watching how he cradles your son makes you want to go with the first choice. 
“Don’t you worry Jeon,” you start, as you stir the contents in the pot. You can hear him gulp behind you. “I planned on giving you as many babies as you want. But at least wait until Jaemun is in pre-school or something. I don’t think I can handle two infants at once.” 
You hear little from him at your answer, leaving you smirking knowing full well that you put the man behind you in a frenzy imagining the future you just laid out for him.
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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]
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bts-0t-7 · 4 months
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Sharing The Moment | MYG
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Pair: Yoongi x reader 
Summary: You and your son went to D-Day 3 to support Yoongi. Your son stole the show after appearing on stage and ARMY was absolutely… swooned. 
Genre: fluff, established relationship, parents au, married au
WC: 1169
Before the both of you stepped into the stadium, you could feel the ground vibrating from all the fan’s anticipation. The arena felt alive before the real show even started. It was the last day of Yoongi’s D-Day tour in Seoul and all the fans were there early. Whether is it giving out fanmade gifts, food, or drinks, they - Is that a tangerine in her hand? And is that a whole bag of it?!
The atmosphere was electric but for you, today was something even more special. You were not only here as a fan but also as Yoongi’s family. While ARMY’s certainly had eagle eyes, they have yet to catch on that you weren’t the only surprise that day. Your son, Min Ji-Hye, a carbon copy of his dad, was the source of the surprise. His little body was buzzing with energy. 
Since young, Ji-Hye has looked up to his father’s music and absolutely idolizes him. Every time Yoongi works from home or comes home with new music, Ji-Hye would demand listening to it even if it is the rawest version. Of course, Yoongi tries to keep the cursing to a minimum whenever Ji-Hye is around. 
The both of you found your seats in the middle catalogs which the staff has reserved especially for the both of you. Ensuring that Ji-Hye wouldn’t fall off his bumper seat, you started to set the area for the both of you so that you wouldn’t miss a single second to find some water. You were so engrossed in ensuring that your son had everything he needed that you didn’t realise Jin and Hobi were standing right next to you. 
You jumped when you felt a light tap on your shoulder, immediately turning around with large eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t cause trouble for your husband if you got mobbed or something during his concert. But you found two laughing figures and calmed down once you heard Jin’s signature laugh. 
“Yah, don’t scare me like that!” You chided.
“It was you who weren’t paying attention! We were here the whole time!”
You were about to shoot back another snarky remark when - “Seoul, ARE YOU READY?” 
Cheers from all directions engulfed you as fireworks lit up the stage. Yoongi came blasting from the backstage and no matter how many times you have been to BTS concerts, you never get tired of seeing them perform. The raw passion in their movements and voices always ensures that the audience has one of the best concerts. 
You turned over to see Ji-Hye at the edge of his seat, eyes glued to the stage. You had dressed him in Yoongi’s stage outfit, complete with a cap that looked a few sizes too big (it was taken from Yoongi’s closet). With his cat-like eyes and gummy smile, he was essentially Yoongi 2.0. 
Watching your son sing and jump to the lyrics of his father, your lips curled upwards in a loving smile. While he didn’t quite understand the depth and innuendos of the songs, he was enjoying himself and you knew how much this concert meant to him. With the news of Yoongi’s enlistment, you knew that your time together would be cut short for two years. 
You had told him that telling ARMY a day after the concert wasn’t going to be the best decision but management pulled through so it was scheduled as it is. So both of you continued to enjoy the concert with the new addition of Uncle Namjoon. 
As the music filled the stadium, Yoongi delivered an electrifying performance, pouring his heart and soul into every lyric. His presence on stage was magnetic and the fans were completely enthralled. You thought that you could hold back the tears as he broke down in front of all his fans but the tears streamed down your cheeks, staining them in a salty caress. 
Amidst the sea of fans, Ji-Hye suddenly squirmed and wriggled his way past the people in front of him. Running down the steps, you tried to catch him when Namjoon suddenly grabbed your wrist. “He’s safe, don’t worry. There are guards everywhere.”
But you couldn’t help but worry. What if he got lost? What if fans start to swarm around him and he can’t make it to Yoongi or any of the guards in time? Your heart skipped a beat as you saw his little figure making his way up the stage. There was a collective gasp from the fans nearby as they realised what was happening. 
The surrounding security personnel recognised him and allowed him to approach the stage, guiding him carefully so that he didn’t fall down the large steps. Yoongi had just finished a ‘Life Goes On’ and was taking a moment to catch his breath when he saw little feet running up towards him. His eyes widened and broke out into a huge grin when he saw him, squatting down to his level and spreading his arms. The fans, realising that he was Yoongi’s son, started to cheer even louder. 
The moment Ji-Hye crashed into Yoongi, every ounce of fear that Ji-Hye would be afraid of the cheers washed away in that instance. Yoongi scooped him up, hugging him tightly as your son laughed into the microphone, causing another wave of cheers to vibrate the stadium. It was a moment of pure, unscripted love between a father and his son. You stared at the two most important people in your life on stage, celebrating as if they were the only ones in the world. 
The fans were absolutely swooning - taking in this whole scene with hearty eyes and red faces - their hearts melted by the sheer adorableness of the scene. They watched as Ji-Hye whispered something into Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi’s eyes sparkled with amusement and affection. 
Yoongi turned to the fans, holding Ji-Hye high above his head like the scene from Lion King. “This is my son, Min Ji-Hye.” He announced proudly. “He’s a little ARMY like all of you.”
The fans erupted into cheers, shouting their love for both Yoongi and his son. Ji-Hye waved at the crowd, his gummy smile wide, grinning from ear to ear. Your heart felt so big that it was going to explode. 
As the concert continued, Yoongi held Ji-Hye in his arms, dancing with him on stage during a couple of songs. It was a moment of pure joy and it was clear that this concert had become something extraordinary - not just for the fans but for Yoongi and your family. 
After the concert, Yoongi was still beaming with light as he continued to hold Ji-Hye in his arms. “You know, you stole the show today.” He chuckled to his son.  
Ji-Hye looked up at his father, eyes shining with admiration. “Daddy!” He swung his little legs. “I wanna be just like you when I grow up!”
Yoongi’s heart swelled with love. “You can be anything you want. Just remember to always be yourself.”
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moochi-daisies · 6 months
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Just as Friends Series Masterlist
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Series is ongoing, I'm still learning how to format but for now - here are all the current chapters!
Series Summary: Two people fall in love, which would make a much shorter story if they had better communication skills.
2012 (how we met) is the first part of the series and has 7 chapters. 2015 (how we got closer) will be the continuation of the story (chapter number tbd, my plans for this have gone out the window, I can't stop writing this series haha). 2018 and 2022 will follow (in theory)
18+, Minors DNI
Content contains: smoking, drinking, underage drinking, tension, some kisses and sexy moments (no smut).
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, all members included platonically.
(tbh idk if it's x reader or not, but it's written with hope that the reader imagines that they are the main character. so it works in that regard? please correct me if i'm completely off base!)
Genre: Infuriating slowburn, angst.
i hope you enjoy! and thank you for taking the time to read if you do :) <3 i welcome feedback if you feel so inclined. not everything is proofread, if something hinders your reading experience please lemme know and i'll fix it asap.
2012 - how we met
2012.01 (Length: 1k words)
2012.02. (Length: 5k words)
2012.03. (Length: 3.3k words)
2012.04. (Length: 3.4k words)
2012.05. (Length: 2.2k words)
2012.06. (Length: 5.5k words)
2012.07. (Length: 7.2k words)
2015 - how we got closer
2015. 01. (Length: 3.1k words)
2015.02. (Length: 2.6k words)
2015.03. (coming soon)
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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year
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Party
Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader
Word count- 6.8k
Includes- First meeting, wall sex, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, table sex, multiple orgasms, fluff
Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine
@yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana
@tannie13 @itstyraaxx @borntowalkaway
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Jungkook POV
I make my way towards Jin, who's sitting by himself listening to the music
I've mingled with the other idols at Hobi's listening party as well as hang with Jimin and Tae
I know Jin is uncomfortable not really knowing anyone but us, Bang and P Dogg.
He was anxious before the party, worrying about talking to people he doesn't know
We assured him he doesn't have to mingle and he's been sitting alone for awhile
I decided to keep him company for a little
"Hey", I say sitting next to him
"Hey", he answers
"What are you drinking?"
"Alcohol"
I roll my eyes, "No shit. What kind?"
"Beer", he answers, handing me his cup
I take a sip
Not bad
Handing it back to him, I look for Hobi
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And proceed to choke on air
There's a girl, hugging Hobi and she's drop dead gorgeous
And the clothes she's wearing, holy shit
So hot
"Who's that?", I breathe
"Who?", Jin asks, looking in the direction I am, "Oh. That's Jo"
Hold up
"Jo? As in his best friend?"
"Yeah"
"I thought Jo was a boy"
Jin shrugs, "No she's a girl. I remember him telling us."
Yeah but her name is a guy's name
Hobi's only ever called his best friend from home Jo
"Her name is Jo"
"Short for Joanne. You don't pay attention when we talk"
Ok fine, I'll give him that
I don't listen for the most part so Hobi could have said something about Jo being a girl
Obviously he did if Jin knows her full name
"Like what you see?", Jin smirks
I give him the side eye, "Are you blind? She's hot"
"No I'm not blind", he snorts, "Yes she's very hot. But I'm noticing your reaction to her"
"Just her looks", I answer, "I don't know her"
"Maybe you should. Maybe you can finally date someone instead of fucking anything that walks"
"Hey!", I argue, "I don't do that"
He raises his eyebrow
"Fine. But it's not anything. I don't fuck all the time and it's not just anyone"
I mean it's people I know like girl staff members
I've had a few one night stands but he's making it sound like it's every night
It's not
"And FYI I don't need a girlfriend"
"Yeah but I don't think you should just fuck Hobi's best friend. I think he'll take issue with that"
"She's her own person", I say defensively, "If she wants to fuck then I'm not gonna say no"
He sighs, "Can you try to get to know her? She's important to Hobi and you can't just smash and drop her"
I roll my eyes
I should be able to fuck her if I want to but I also get Jin's perspective
She's Hobi's friend, she's going to be around
I may have to see her if she comes to something else for Hobi
"I can get to know her", I give in
"Great", he nods approvingly
"Do you think I should go over there?"
Jin shakes his head, "Hobi's introducing her to people. She already met Jimin and Namjoon. He'll make his way here"
He's right
I don't wanna seem desperate
Staying in my spot, I watch Hobi introduce her to Tae, hoping he gets to us soon
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J POV
"Hi I'm Tae", Taehyung says, smiling and shaking my hand
"Hhh...hi", I manage to get out
"Nice to meet you", he says
"Yes very nice", I say, like an idiot
I can't believe I'm meeting BTS members
I had no idea that I would be invited to Hobi's listening party when I called him to congratulate him on his solo album
But he did invite me and here I am
Meeting my idols
"So Yoongi isn't here", Hobi says, as Tae goes back to talking to Jimin, "He's sick"
"Oh that sucks. I hope he'll be ok"
"He will", Hobi assures me
I'm so proud of Hobi
He's worked so hard for years, for BTS and I'm proud he's the first one to release an album
He's so talented and he deserves all this and more
I told him so on the phone and as soon as I got here
I missed my best friend but I understood when he left Gwangju for Seoul
He was following his dream
I'm just glad he never forgot me
Still kept in touch, still called me and now that I moved to Seoul, making time to see me, inviting me to his party
He's so famous and popular but he's the same Hobi I knew from childhood
"But he's here", Hobi says, wiggling his eyebrows
"Stop", I playfully scold, then ask, "Really?"
"Yeah, he's over there with Jin"
I casually glance over and catch an eyeful of Jungkook
Who's looking at me
I immediately turn away, my face so hot
Hobi is laughing and I glare at him
"Don't be scared Jo. He's just like any guy"
I raise my eyebrow, "You're kidding right? He's not just any guy. No one here is just any guy or girl. Except me"
Hobi shakes his head, "He's just a person like everyone else. And a huge pain in the ass. And a dork"
I giggle, "Yeah but all of you are dorks"
He puts his hand to his chest, giving me an exaggerated shocked face, "Excuse me"
I roll my eyes, "Oh please Hobi. You know you're a dork"
He smiles, "Yeah but I learned from you"
"Fair", I answer, smiling
"So you wanna meet him?", Hobi asks
I do
I really do
But I know I'm gonna be an awkward idiot
Jungkook is someone I've had a huge crush on for so long
Well as much as one can have a crush on a celebrity
And Hobi loves to make fun of me for it
"I uhh...I"
"You'll be fine. C'mon", he says, putting his arm around my shoulders and steering me in Jungkook's and Jin's direction
"He's already looking at you", Hobi says quietly, "The way he's looking means he wants to fuck you. Whether you do it or not is up to you"
"Uh what?", I gape
"You heard me. And you're a big girl, you can decide what to do on your own"
"You don't care if I chose to...you know?"
He shakes his head, "Nope. Have at it. Or not. Just don't get upset if he doesn't want anything more. He's kinda a man whore. So fair warning"
Great
I mean why wouldn't he be a man whore?
He's fucking hot, the golden maknae of course girls are going to throw themselves at him
Of course he wouldn't see me any differently no matter who I'm friends with
It's slightly disappointing but I can't do anything about it
And I don't have to sleep with him
We can just be friends
All too soon we are standing in front of Jungkook and Jin and my legs are slightly shaking
"Kookie, Jinnie this is my best friend Joanne. Or Jo if she says you can call her that", Hobi says looking at me
I nod
"Jo it is", he amends
"Hhh..hi", I stammer like a complete moron
"Hi", Jin says standing up, "Nice to meet you"
"Yes. It's amazing to meet you", I say like a total fangirl
Jungkook stands up and I look up at him
"Hey", he smiles, "Nice to meet you too"
My whole face is on fire but I manage to smile, "Great to meet you too"
"So that's all the members that are here. You can meet Yoongi a different time now that you live in Seoul"
He better not be about to leave me alone with them
I just met them
I thought he'd stay with me awhile
He looks at me, "I'm gonna mingle some more"
Oh god
He's ditching me
I glare hard at him, "Hobi"
"Don't worry Jungkook and Jin don't bite"
I gape at him
I'm so gonna kill him
He's dead
"Actually I need the bathroom", Jin says, then excuses himself and leaves
No, I can't stay here with Jungkook alone
Where is Jimin?
Jimin is always attached to Jungkook in the behind the scenes videos they take
Or Tae?
Where are they?
"Alright well Jungkook will hang out with you", Hobi says
"Yeah, cool", Jungkook answers
"I uh-", I start
"Great. I'll see you later", Hobi interrupts
He kisses my cheek, then leaves before I could say anything
Oh god
I turn back to Jungkook, so fucking nervous
We just stand there for a few seconds then I say, "Uh actually I need the bathroom too"
He nods, pointing the way, "It's over there. I'll wait for you there"
He nods towards a table
He's gonna wait for me?
Why?
That's so strange
"Uh yeah ok", I answer, then turn and head straight to the bathroom so I can get a fucking grip and talk to him like a normal person
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Jungkook POV
I sit at the table with my wine as I watch her practically run to the bathroom
She's nervous
I get it, I'm nervous when I meet celebrities too
I almost shit my pants when I met Charlie Puth
I saw Hobi talking to her, maybe warning her about me
I hope he didn't
She's so much more beautiful than I thought so that helps me want to get to know her
It's shallow I know but it is what it is
She walks back into the room and I call her name, waving her over
She comes, a wary look on her face
"Sit", I say, gesturing to the seat next to me
If I'm gonna get to know her, I should be able to hear her
"So, how long have you known Hobi?"
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"Pictures Jungkook", Namjoon says as he walks by us
"Yeah in a minute", I answer
I'm too engrossed in her story of how she won the tug of war for a PS5
She grabbed it first but someone tried to take it from her
"The guy was strong but I wasn't letting go. It was mine. He knew it was mine. He keeps saying that I'm a girl so I don't need it"
Idiot
I hate when guys think girls aren't gamers
I know lots of girls, online of course, who play games better than guys
And I discovered she is one
I discovered a lot of things about her while we talked
Her friendship with Hobi, her job as a video game designer, her likes, dislikes, favorite things
I already know her favorite video games are the assassin Creed series
I know she loves old games like Mario
I know she loves Pokemon and her favorite is Charmander
Her favorite color is black, she likes makeup, she loves chocolate especially Reese's, she lives in PJs, she's a black belt in taekwondo, she lives in a small studio apartment, she moved here from the U.S., her parents are both Norwegian, she has no siblings and she has a boy German shepherd named Rexy
She's so cool and for once I'm glad I listened to Jin
"Did you curse him out?", I ask
"Yes. He hit my hand to make me let go and I punched him in the face. That made him let go of the PS5"
"You punched....no way!"
She nods, "He hit me first. There were witnesses. One guy said he was going to deck him if I already hadn't. That's how I got my PS5."
"You are amazing", I gape, "Seriously so bad ass"
She smiles shyly, blushing, "Thanks"
I nod just as Namjoon screams my name
I snap my gaze to him, "I'm coming!"
"I'll go with you", she says, "If you want"
I nod, "I want"
Standing, I take her hand, tugging her along with me
As I pose for pictures, I see her taking some too
When we're done, I go back to her
"Lemme see", I ask, gesturing to her phone
She blushes but shows me the pictures she took
A lot is just of me
One where I'm doing Tae's peace sign, one doing the rock sign
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As I scroll I find a picture of me sitting at the table waiting for her when she went to the bathroom
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I show her the picture, my eyebrows raised
"You looked cute", she shrugs helplessly
I smile, seeing how cute she is
"It's a nice picture", I say, handing her the phone back
Standing in a minute of silence, I ask, "Dance?"
"Uh. I don't really-"
"Please?"
She hesitates then nods
Taking her near the guys, I face her, starting to move little steps
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She just stands there, her face on fire
"C'mon Jo. You can move. Just go side to side"
I show her, doing an exaggerated dance, making her crack a smile
She starts to move with me and I nod encouragingly
We keep dancing and she starts moving her feet too
As I watch her, I notice she can dance, I just think she's too self conscious
I can fix that
I offer her some of my wine and she shakes her head
"It's just a little", I encourage
She bites her lip then reaches for my glass
She sips some, smiling at me
I'm surprised that I'm having a lot of fun with her
I still want to fuck her, no doubt about that but I am having fun
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After a few more drinks, we're both loosened up
Not drunk but loose
"Kookie", she giggles as I do exaggerated faces and silly moves, twisting my body around
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"Like my moves?", I ask, wiggling my eyebrows
"They're very nice", she snorts
"I don't think you can look away", I tease her
"Yeah, it's like a train wreck. I can't look away"
I pout as the song ends
"Fine", I sigh dramatically, grabbing my drink, "No more dancing"
Instead I lay down on the small stage, on my back, my knees up, holding my glass
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"Jungkook get up", she laughs
I giggle shaking my head
"C'mon", she says, coming over and taking my hand, pulling me towards her
Instead, I pull her to me and she tumbles on top of me
"Oof", she says, her upper body on my chest, "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you"
"Pft no, you're not heavy", I answer, moving on my elbow
"Yeah well I'm sorry anyway", she says, her face so close to mine
"It's fine", I say, my eyes moving to her lips
So pretty, so pink
I wonder if they're as smooth as they look
Without thinking, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips against hers
As soon as I do it's like everything in my world changes, everything flips
Holy shit
She kisses me back, her arms moving around my neck
"Guys", Hobi interrupts
We pull away as I look up at him
"Take this in the back room where there's no cameras", he says, warning in his voice
Right, shit
I so don't need this leaked anywhere
Hobi helps her up as I get up
"Don't be so stupid", he growls in my ear before walking away
"Jungkook-"
"Come with me", I say, taking her hand
She nods and I lead her to the dressing room we all got ready in
Closing the door behind us, I face her moving closer
The second my lips touch hers, heat runs though my body
Jesus, her kiss is amazing
I kiss her harder, sliding my tongue in her mouth
She responds, her arms going around my neck, pulling me against her
Kissing her wildly, I roll my hips into her, my hard cock moving against her
Her hand fists my hair in the back of my head, pushing her hips into me too
As we hump each other, I slide my hands under her shirt, feeling her soft skin
She moans softly, pressing her body harder against mine
"We don't have to", I say, kissing her neck
I can't believe I'm saying this
I can't believe I'm not trying to take her clothes off yet
I want to fuck her but I'm not going to force her
I want her to want me too
"I...I want to", she says, breathlessly
"Are you sure?", I ask, still checking
"Yes, fuck yes"
"Good", I answer, finally moving my hands down, opening her pants as she kicks her boots off
I pull them and panties down while her hands shoves my Tshirt off
"Jesus", she breathes, looking at me
She bites her lower lip as she runs her hands gently on my chest, shoulders and stomach
My body trembles against her touch especially when she starts peppering kisses all over me
It feels so good
I start kissing her neck, pulling her shirt up and touching her body, her skin is so smooth and soft
And warm under my hands
I move my hands up more and more, pulling her shirt off
She immediately unbuckles my belt, pulling down my pants and boxers
I kick my shoes and clothes off, then undo her bra, pushing her against the wall
I lift her leg around me, kissing her as I touch her cunt
"Fuck you're dripping. Want me this much huh?"
She nods, whimpering softly
"You'll get me baby. I'm gonna fuck you so good"
I push my head into her and start to slip inside her slowly, inch by inch
"Fuck", she moans, grabbing my arms tightly
"Oh my God", I whimper, as I bottom out, her incredibly tight pussy spasming around my cock, "You feel so fucking good"
She feels amazing
I've never been with anyone as tight as she is, who I fit into as well as I fit in her
I start moving, in and out, feeling her tiny cunt open for me over and over, pleasure instantly running through me
I fucking love how she feels
And I love how she's clinging to me, her body right against mine
"Jungkook", she moans
I never knew I'd love hearing my name be called so much
"God Joanne, you're fucking perfect for me", I praise her, "Such a tight, wet, warm cunt for me. Perfect fit"
She really is
"Fuck Kookie, you're ppppp.....pppp....perfect for me too", she stammers, "you feel so..so....fuck"
God, I like that I'm giving her so much pleasure that she can't talk
I grab her ass, holding her as close to me as I can, slamming hard in her
"Oh god Kookie, fuck harder!", she yells
Yes, fuck yes
Grabbing her other leg, I hold her against the wall, going harder and faster, plunging my cock deep inside her cunt
"Jungkook, oh shit, Jungkook", she shouts, "I'm gonna cum!"
Fucking pure pleasure runs through me as she tightens on my cock, coming as soon as she finishes speaking, shaking and gripping my body so tightly
"Holy shit Joanne!", I yell, "Oh my God it feels so good. It feels so good"
Having a girl cum on me has never felt so amazing
Never been this good
And all I know is I want to feel it again
I keep slamming inside her over and over, listening to her shouts
"Jungkook, oh god Jungkook. You fuck.... your cock, you ..you're amazing!" she shouts
"Yeah baby? You like it?", I smirk
She nods, holding tightly onto me
I slam inside and I hit her spot that makes her scream and shake in my arms
"Oh fuck Jungkook", she screams, "Yes, yes, YES!"
Fuck, I never had any girl react like this to me
Just the way she's screaming and clinging on me is everything
"There baby?", I smirk again, "You like it there?"
I slam against her spot again, hard
"YES!", she shouts
I keep moving, making sure I get that spot every single time
"C'mon, be a good girl and cum", I urge her
She's right there and I just want to feel it again
"Oh god, oh god, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!", she screams, exploding on me
Fuck
Jesus, she feels so good and the pleasure is so intense, I'm struggling to keep standing
I adjust my hands, lifting her higher, slamming her against the wall
Shit, I didn't mean to do that
"More Kookie, I want more of you", she whines
"You can have me whenever you want baby", I groan, starting to thrust in her again
"Fuck Jungkook!"
God I love her screaming my name
"Scream louder baby. I want to hear you"
"Jungkook!", she screams louder, listening to me, "Harder Jungkook, harder! Fuck me harder! Ruin me on your cock"
Oh I will
I pound in her more forcefully, feeling her cunt clench me over and over, her slippery grip on my cock so tight
"Oh shit, you feel so good Kookie", she moans, putting her face in my neck
Her hands move to my upper arms and she grips me so fucking hard
But it feels so good at the same time so it doesn't hurt
I feel her pussy starts to throb uncontrollably and I'm so excited for her orgasm
"Yeah baby, you gonna cum baby girl?", I moan, "I feel you want to"
"Yes I want to Kookie. Fuck, make me. Please", she pleads, "I want to cum on you"
Fucking hell, she's making it hard for me to not cum
"Fuck Jo, I want you to cum on me too baby. You feel so fucking incredibly good when you do"
"Yeah? You like it baby?", she asks
"I love it. I had it twice and I already want it so much more. All the time", I murmur, "So give me baby"
Thrusting into her spot, she screams my name, her body shuddering against me and her hands squeezing my arms so damn hard
"Oh fuck baby", I yell, feeling the mind blowing pleasure
She rides out her orgasm on my cock and I pull out when she's done, setting her down
"But...but-", she babbles
Moving my mouth to her ear, I tell her, "I'm gonna eat your pussy"
"I...uh...what?", she asks, her confusion so cute
"I'm gonna eat your pussy", I repeat, "See I've been imagining what you taste like since you walked into the fucking party"
I move my hands down to her cunt, running my fingers on her
Fuck she's so wet
"And I want my mouth here", I tell her, "I want to see if you're as good as I think you are"
"Fff..fuck", she whimpers
"So I guess the question you have to answer is are you gonna let me eat this cunt?"
"Yes, fuck Jungkook, yes"
"Good girl", I praise her, then kiss her cheek before dropping to my knees
Excitedly, I open her legs, her cunt so cute, so pink and so wet
I run my tongue along her pussy once, making her moan
I never wanted to eat a girl out more than I want to eat her out
I start to lick her pussy quickly, sliding up and down, tasting her juice
"Fuck you taste so fucking good", I tell her, swallowing her juice while I feel it run down my neck
"Jungkook", she yells, her hand going in my hair, pulling
I'm so surprised at how good it feels and that I'm letting her as I don't like people touching my hair
But with her I'm more than ok with it
Swirling my tongue around her, her legs start shaking and she starts to fall down
"Stay up baby", I say
"I can't. I can't", she moans, "It feels too good Kookie. Your tongue feels so good. I can't"
I really like that
I like that my tongue makes her feel so much pleasure that she can't stand up
I pull away, standing up and she whines so loudly
Then I grab her and pick her up
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J POV
He picks me up, carrying me to the table in here and lays me on it on my back
I watch him pull a chair to me, sitting down, immediately spreading my legs open wide, putting his hands on my inner thighs and holding my legs open
I feel his tongue slide up my pussy again, slowly
Pleasure hits me fast, making me shake
I still can't believe this is happening
I had sex with Jungkook
Jungkook from BTS
And he was fucking amazing
Not that I thought he wouldn't be
And now he's actually eating me out
And his tongue, fuck, he knows how to use it
My mind is blown
I can't believe he wants me like this
Me
A nobody
"Fuck, baby you feel good against my tongue", he groans, "So wet, I love it"
Jesus Christ
He loves it?
I can't...this is insane
He licks my clit and I can't help but whimper, my hand burying in his hair
"Hmm my girl likes it there?", he teases
I nod, "Yeah"
He keeps licking my clit over and over, the tip of his tongue rubbing the same spot
"Kookie, fuck", I moan
God it feels so good, his tongue working me so well, pressing hard so I can feel everything
"Gonna cum baby?", he asks
"Mmmm"
I can't talk
The pleasure is turning my mind off
He puts his mouth around my clit and sucks
"FUCK!", I scream, my body arching from the table on it's own
"Good girl", he praises, then goes back to sucking
The pleasure is so intense, I can only feel
"Cum for me baby. I want to taste you", he pleads, "Please"
Is he really begging for my cum?
Goddamn that turns me on so much
"Give me", he begs
His next suck on my clit causes so much pleasure and I can't handle it
My body shakes hard and I cum so fucking hard, pulling his hair and screaming his name
I love screaming his name
"Jungkook!", I scream, "Oh god Jungkook"
He lets go of my clit, his tongue sliding down my pussy, while I cum
"Oh my God", he moans, licking over and over, "So fucking good baby girl"
"Www...what?", I breathe hard
Did he really just say what I think he said?
"Your cum tastes so fucking good", he repeats
Oh my god, he did say that
Holy mother of God
"Fuck baby can I have more?", he asks
"Yyyy...you....www....want...", I stammer
"More. Yeah baby", he says, sucking on my clit again, "Please?"
"Yyy...you can have anything you want"
He starts sucking my clit hard and fast, making me squirm under him from the pleasure
He switches to licking me, his tongue gliding all over me
"Oh Kookie, baby", I whimper
He slides his tongue inside my pussy, making my hips snap up into his face
"Oh shit", I yell
No one has ever done that to me before
I can't even describe how good it feels
"Baby likes my tongue in her pussy?", he teases
"Yes fuck, yes", I shout
"You want me to do it again?"
"Yes"
I feel his tongue slide back in and I fucking love it
He licks out and up my pussy then back down, going back in
I feel myself getting closer and closer with every lick
"Jungkook..fuck...I'm..I'm..", I whimper
"Cum baby", he says, then slides his tongue back in
I clench as hard on as much of his tongue that's in, coming all over it
He makes moaning noises while he licks and it's getting me so horny
I don't know how
I've never came this much and I've never just wanted more of someone
Only him
I just want to feel him inside, feel him move, feel his kisses, his hands grabbing me tightly, his skin on mine
I just want him
"Baby girl is so good", he moans, pulling away, "So fucking sweet"
"Yeah Kookie?"
He comes on on top of me, kissing me everywhere
"Yeah baby. I'm going to be thinking about how you taste all the time now", he murmurs
Oh damn
He pulls me up, helping me to stand
"I tasted you, it's only fair you taste me", he says, kissing my cheek
I mean it is fair
And I do wanna suck his cock
"Ok", I answer, dropping to my knees, licking his length automatically
"Fuck, baby", he moans
God his cock is so big, so thick and so hard, pretty veins along it
Moving my mouth around his head, I suck on it, keeping my tongue on the underside, licking as I go
His hand slips in my hair, gripping loosely, his head tilted back, eyes closed, moaning
God he's ethereal
And he looks like that because of me
God it's such a power trip
Breathing in through my nose, I push further on his cock, feeling the thickness open my mouth more
Jesus fuck, this thing fit inside me how?
And he bottomed out every time too
Sliding up and down his cock, suck too, loving how he feels in my mouth
Loving how he tastes, how every so often his cock throbs, loving the pretty sounds he's making
Every bob of my head, I take him a little more in
His head presses against the beginning of my throat and I choke
He immediately pulls back, concern on his face, "Are you ok?"
I nod, "Fine"
Taking him back in my mouth, I want to get him all in
I want to feel his huge cock in my throat
I've deepthroated before but none have been as big as him
I move him in to where his head is back at the beginning of my throat
I take a breath and push further, getting him in
I gag, with him telling me, "You don't have to baby. Don't hurt yourself"
Ignoring him, I keep taking him in, until I get him all in my throat
I suck on him softly, getting used to his size in my throat
It's not too bad once he's all in
"Baby, fuck. You're mouth is amazing"
If I could smile, I would
Moving my head, I start bobbing back and forth on his cock, fucking his cock into my throat
He yells in pleasure, my name coming from his mouth over and over, his fingers tightening in my hair
I continue pleasuring him, loving how his cock throbs in my throat
Why I love it, I can't tell you
I just do
"Baby, I can't. Fuck it feels so good, fuck"
I feel him move out of my mouth, his thighs shaking
"Open your mouth", he gasps
I do, sitting back on my legs
"Tongue out"
As soon as I do, he rubs the underside of his cock on my tongue over and over
"I'm gonna cum. Do you want to taste it or do you want me to cum down your throat?"
I want to taste it
Hands down
I need to know what he tastes like
"Taste", I manage to get out
"Fuck, good girl. When I cum, suck on my cock ok?"
I nod
I can do that
"Fuck, Joanne, fuck", he cries
I feel hot thick cum on my tongue and I immediately close my mouth around his length that's in my mouth, sucking hard
His taste hits me hard and oh my god, it's so good
Fuck, how does cum taste this good?
I don't know but I want fucking all of it
Sucking desperately, I swallow over and over, sucking everything out of his cock
"Mmmm", I moan
"Fuck you like it baby?"
I nod, still going at it hard
After a minute, he whimpers, "Stop"
I don't want to but I don't want to hurt him
Pulling off him, I'm shocked to see his cock hard
"Uh..."
"You're sucking baby. Got me hard again"
Oh damn
He helps me up and suddenly he shoves me on the table, climbing on top of me, kissing me deeply
"Can I go back in baby?", he asks
I nod, "I want you"
The smile he gives me takes my breath away as he moves on top of me
I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him against me, feeling his soft skin on mine
He kisses me, his lips so soft against mine, his tongue so good against mine, his lip ring cool against my lip
He runs his fingers up and down my body, heating every nerve
I move my hands along his back feeling his muscles through his skin
Jungkook has a reputation for being very strong and that reputation is true
I can feel the strength in him and it's fucking sexy
He wraps my legs around his waist, still kissing me as he pushes in
God, he feels so good
We both moan and my body lifts off the table, pressing into his
My body just wants to feel his and he grabs onto me, keeping me against him
He starts moving slowly, in and out, waves of pleasure rolling over me over and over
"Jungkook"
"Joanne, baby you feel so good. How do you feel so good?", he murmurs against my shoulder
"I.. I don't know Jungkook. But you feel incredible. No one has ever felt like you", I whimper
That's a fact
It's just too bad this is a one night stand and that's all he does
He moves faster and harder, making everything feel so much better
"No baby, no one has ever made me feel as good as you do", he groans, kissing me, "No one compares to you baby. No one"
It makes me feel good to hear that although I know he's just saying it in the moment
He thrust harder, slamming into me, making me scream
"Yeah baby girl. I love hearing you scream"
Pleasure crashes over me with every thrust
I start moving my hips up, meeting his thrusts and he goes in so much deeper
"Holy fuck!", he yells
I grab onto his arms again, squeezing tightly, the pleasure intense
One of his hands is gripping my thigh so hard as I tighten on his cock and he shouts in pleasure
"Oh my god baby. Don't let go. Please don't let go", he begs
I love that he's getting so much pleasure from being with me
His next slam makes me snap and I scream, coming on him again
"Good girl. Again baby girl", he urges
Jesus Christ he feels so good moving inside me
I don't want him to ever leave
"Please baby, I need it", he moans, pounding right into my spot again
"Jungkook! Oh god!"
He starts moving so fast, smashing into my spot over and over, while I move my hips up, making the slams even harder
"Jungkook!" I scream again, my orgasm exploding all over me
My body shakes hard against him and I can't stop it
Oh god it feels so good
"Baby!", he yells, "I....I can't baby. I want to cum baby. I want to cum inside you"
Fuck me I want that so much too
"Yes Jungkook, fill me up "
He shouts loudly as he cums hard, his body trembling on mine
"Joanne oh shit! Baby!"
I wrap my arms around him, holding him while he cums
I don't know how I can feel it, but I feel him coming and holy hell it feels good too
Everything he does feels good
When he finishes he collapses on top of me
I just hold him to me, kissing his neck and shoulder, running my fingers up and down his back
We lay there for a few minutes, until he stirs, lifting himself off me
"I'm sorry", he says, "I didn't mean to squish you"
"You didn't", I assure him
"Oh", he says, then holds his hands out to me
I give him mine and he pulls me to a sitting position
He looks at me with an unreadable expression before he looks away, turning to get his clothes, I guess
Tightening on his hand, I pull him back, making him face me
Pulling him closer, I run my fingers in his hair once then kiss him
It's not a hard, wild kiss
It's a soft gentle kiss, one I just want to feel before I never see him again
Pulling away, I avert my eyes, scooting over to the side and getting off the table
Heading to my clothes, I dress quickly and when I turn back to him, I see him pulling on his shirt, the last of his clothes to go on
Getting my phone out, I look at the time
🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰
Jungkook POV
"Holy crap", she squeaks
"What?", I ask, startled
I don't know what I'm feeling right now
It's not something I feel after having sex
I want to hold her, fall asleep with her
I was almost out when I realized I was still on top of her
I've never fallen asleep with a girl I had sex with
Ever
This is the very first time I ever had a feeling that I want to
And that last kiss that just happened?
Totally blew my mind
I haven't been kissed softly or gently
It's always hard and rough because that's how the sex is
She just threw me for a huge loop
"It's 2am. Shit, I have to go. I have work tomorrow"
I just nod, ready not wanting her to leave
"I gotta find Hobi", she says
"Ok. Let's go", I answer
Getting back to the party, she beelines straight for Hobi
I watch her talk to him, smiling and giving him a big hug
I see her say 'I love you' to him and I instantly get jealous although I know it's friend love
I need to calm down
She kisses Hobi's cheek, then turns walking back to me
"So I'm gonna go", she says, "Thanks for hanging with me. And uh....um...you know. I had fun"
"Yeah me too"
"I guess I'll see you around"
"Yeah I'll see you", I say, feeling hesitant
She starts to turn around and I just speak, "So uh, can I have your number?"
She turns back to me, tilting her head, "Huh?"
"You're number", I repeat
She looks at me warily , "Oh uh look Jungkook, I'm not really a friends with benefits type of girl. I know we just....but I don't normally do that, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry but it can't be with me"
I nod, understanding completely
"Well it's a good thing I don't want a friends with benefits thing with you", I answer, "I want to date you"
Her eyes pop open in shock, "You want...really?"
I nod
Yeah I like her
A lot
I got to know her a little like Jin asked me too and all that did was make me want to know more about her
Makes me want to try and see if we'll work
"Yeah. I wanna go out with you. Take you on a date", I say, "And we don't have to have sex again until you're ready to. I can wait"
She just stares at me and I think that she may not want to date me
Maybe I just assumed
"If uh, you know that's what you want?"
"Of course that's what I want", she blurts, then slaps her hand over her mouth, her face so red
But honestly I'm just smiling at her reaction
"It is?", I ask shyly
"Yeah Kookie. I.... I always liked you. As a fan. You're my bias. Meeting you was like a dream come true. And everything else that happened....I never expected it. Not in a million years", she says softly, "And I guess...I'm hesitating because I can't believe that you'd want to date me. A nobody"
"You're not a nobody Jo", I tell her, "I'm not going to lie ok, when I first saw you all I wanted was to fuck you. But Jin suggested I get to know you because you're not just any girl. You're Hobi's best friend. And I never listen to any of the guys but you have no idea how happy I am that I listened this time. I got to know you a little and all I want is to know more about you. I really really like you and I want to see where this with us can go"
She smiles and it really is beautiful
"Yeah Jungkook, I'd like that too"
I smile at her too, in relief and excitedness
We exchange phone numbers and say bye for now
I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips
"I'll call you", I promise her
She nods, smiling, "Ok"
She kisses my cheek, then walks to the exit
I watch her and I know I have the goofiest smile on my face
I'm gonna call her tomorrow
I can't wait to take her out and spend more time with her
I think I may have just found the girl for me
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jj-stay · 10 months
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☪️Masterlist☪️
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etherealinowrites · 2 years
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black blood | jungkook | series
⤅“you belong to me.” - jeon jungkook.
⤅ jeon jungkook x female oc, vampire and soulmate au
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⤅ pairing- female oc x vampire jungkook
⤅ summary- jeon jungkook is the high vampire lord and a seemingly normal woman happens to be his soulmate.
in this seemingly normal story, various complex history and stories come into being to shed light on this unnatural yet powerful mate bond that threatens the very existence of the couple.
oh, and jungkook is a little bitch.
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⤅ genre- angst, smut, action, thrill, mystery, vampire au!, fantasy au!, soulmate au!, enemies to lovers, slightly yandere at times
⤅ wc- 100K+
⤅ updates- every monday and thursday: twice a week
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⤨ phase one
teaser
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chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
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kookblurx · 10 months
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My happy place 🍀🌱🐢
- weverse live 29.05.2023
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thedoctorsthings · 2 years
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bts as boyfriends head cannons
pt 6: taehyung
- impulsive dates
- like driving for a picnic at 2am
- slow dancing in the kitchen late at night
- surprises you with candle lit rooms when you come home
- he might hide his feelings for you for a long time
- he would probably become friends with you before he figures it out
- and then of course struggles because he feels its now too late to confess
- sends you a random message one day telling you to pack for a trip
- just out of no where for fun
- the kind of relationship where you’re also best friends
- you’d have soo many inside jokes
- hes probably the hardest to deal with during fights
- i can see him being very stubborn until he realises he went to far
- and then always apologises
- he proposes impulsively too
- he doesn’t even have the ring yet
- just sees you standing there and makes the decision to ask
- he takes you to jazz clubs and concerts
- and then tries to play for you too (he fails but who cares he’s cute)
- he said he wants five children so good luck
- he’s a fun father who raises his children with a passion for music
- long family road trips with Etta James playing  
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farfromsugafanfic · 2 years
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Dangerous | Chapter One: Déjà Vu
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Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader, College AU
Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader
Rating: M
Chapter Warnings: alcohol consumption, adult language, lead up to sex, seduction, slight dubious consent
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"Eh, Inna, what is this about? I'm trying to get laid!" your friend, Ye-jin said, as you pulled off the dance floor and away from the guy she was dancing with.
You pointed over to the doorway where Jimin and his friends were still standing, talking among themselves and eyeing up the place. His eyes landing on you briefly, looking you up and down, before flitting back out to the dance floor.
"See the guy over there?" you asked. "That's Park Jimin, remember? The guy from high school I told you about."
Ye-jin's eyes lit up with recognition and she turned back to you, her small hands clenched cutely into fists.
"You want me to fight him, Inna?" Her lips firming into a thin line and her eyes darkening.
You laughed. "No, but I am going to get my revenge tonight, but I need you to keep the bartender busy."
Ye-jin rolled her eyes. "You know he won't talk to me since--"
"Then, act like you're sick or seduce him or something! I just need to get behind that bar!"
"You're okay with that?" she asked, biting her lip.
"I don't care," you said, dismissing the topic with your hand.
She nodded and headed over to the bar. You watched as she batted her eyelashes and swayed her hips just right. You knew Ye-jin wouldn't take it too far, but it still hurt. But, somethings were more important than your best friend leading your ex to the bathroom around the corner. Somethings like the silver-haired boy that had just sat down at the bar.
The silver hair certainly gave him a different edge he didn't have when the two of you were in high school. You found it hard to look at the boy; you weren't sure if it was his new beauty or your history. His friends were equally as beautiful, each sporting a different color of hair, except the youngest one that you recognized as Jungkook. You'd gone on a date or two with the boy who was your age. It had been extremely casual, but you'd remained friends with him.
"Hey Jungkook," you said. "What'll it be tonight?"
"Oh, hey," he said. "I thought you didn't work on Sundays."
"I'm just filling in," you said.
Jungkook nodded and ordered his typical soju bomb--after one of which he was usually wasted and on the dance floor. You made the drink quickly and gave it to the boy who sipped it, eyeing the dance floor carefully.
"And for your friends?"
Each of the boys ordered and you prepared their drinks with ease. You finally came to the end of the bar where Jimin was sitting. He ran his hand through his hair and looked up at you. You felt it all rush back to you, suddenly you were sixteen again and his gaze made your knees shake. But, unlike when you were sixteen, you could control yourself and you smiled at the boy.
"And what do you want?"
"Just put a couple bottles on the bar and I'll mix them myself," he said. "I don't care what they are."
You gave him an odd look, but shrugged and placed two bottles on the bar and a glass. You assumed if he regularly mixed his own drinks, he probably knew what to do not to fuck himself up too much.
"You sure you're a bartender?" he asked, one of his eyebrows raising.
You smirked at the boy. "What makes you ask?" You leaned with your elbows on the bar and you saw his gaze drift downward.
"Most bartenders question me," he said. "Won't let me mix my own drinks." He smirked, glancing back up at your face. "And you're not exactly dressed like the typical bartender."
"Want me to tell you the truth?" you asked, a smirk crossing your lips this time. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't picked up a few tricks from the boy. "I am a bartender here, but only on Mondays and Wednesdays. My ex-boyfriend keeps taking all the good shifts, so I made sure he was a bit distracted, so I could make a little extra money."
As if on cue, your ex, Chul-Soo walks back behind the bar. You can see the traces of Ye-Jin's lipstick on his lips and you feel a slight pang in your chest, but knowing you'd asked for it, you reached up and used your thumb to wipe it off.
"I was just filling in for you while you were occupied," you said. "I hope you don't mind Chul-Soo." You used your whiniest voice just annoy the boy.
"You don't work today, Inna," he said. "Go and do what you're actually good at." He pointed out at the dance floor.
You pouted, but slipped out from behind the bar. You saw Jimin's figure stiffen slightly as he poured alcohol into his glass. Some from the first bottle and some from the second, swirling it quickly before drinking down.
You smiled, knowing your plan was going smoothly. Chul-Soo had been the one to warn you about Jimin back in high school. After Jimin broke your heart and humiliated you, you'd sought solace in the boy and dated him for the last year of high school and first year and a half of college.
"Fine," you said. "But, at least I've made a new friend." You smiled at Jimin, and you saw your ex's eyes widen. He knew the history, and you found a sick pleasure as you ran your hand through Jimin's hair and fixed a few out of place hairs.
"Do you want to dance?" Jimin asked, grabbing your wrist and pulling it down to intertwine his fingers with yours.
You nodded and followed him out the dance floor. There was a surprising amount of space between you, his hands resting on your waist.
"Thanks," you said. "Chul-Soo has been a dick since we broke up."
"No problem," he said. "I'm not fond of Chul-Soo myself."
"Oh, you know him?"
"Yeah, we went to high school together," Jimin said, not catching your eyes. He leaned down close to your ear so you could hear him better over the loud music. "He liked to mess with things that were mine."
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It didn't take much to get Jimin back to your apartment. It seemed you both had revenge on your minds as you caught a glance of him smirking at Chul-Soo as the two of you left the club together.
"I hope you're okay riding on a motorcycle," he said. "It's the only transportation I've got." He placed a helmet on his head and handed you an extra.
"It's not my first time," you said, grabbing the offered helmet and strapping it on.
He nodded. "Hold on tight."
You climbed onto the motorcycle and wrapped your hands around his waist, feeling the hardened muscle beneath his shirt. You felt him laugh as your hands roamed underneath his shirt slightly.
"Hey, hey," he said, his voice deep and raspy. "You have to be patient."
You rested against his shoulder blades as he followed the GPS to your apartment which wasn't far. You could've walked, but Jimin had insisted on driving, considering the heels you were wearing, you couldn't decline.
As soon as you opened the door, Jimin had pushed you inside and shut it, pushing your back against it. One of his hands rested on the door beside the door and the other was on your thigh. His lips roamed between your lips and your neck.
"Where's your remote?" he asked, suddenly pulling away.
"Uh, on the coffee table, why?"
He picked it up and turned on the TV, turning up the volume. Jimin threw the remote back on the coffee table and maneuvered you to the couch.
"Don't want to disturb the neighbors," he said.
"I'm not usually too loud."
Jimin smirked as his fingers began to roll up your skirt. "You will be tonight."
You began to run the hem of his T-shirt between your fingertips and eventually he helped you slip it over his head, his silver hair becoming an inviting mess.
You found it hard to look at his toned chest and stomach, so you moved your lips to his collarbone. His skin tasted slightly of sweat, but it was sweet beneath your tongue.
He moaned and you took the opportunity to flip him over so you were on top. He bit his lip, seeming to like you taking control.
"You want me?" you asked, grinding your hips into his.
"Yes," he said, his voice breathy and barely there.
My God, this is too easy. You looped your left index finger through his belt loop and tugged on them slightly, using the other hand to fiddle with Jimin's zipper, feeling him grow beneath you. You chuckled and leaned down so your lips were near his ear.
"Too bad I don't fuck bad boys."
You released your grip and climbed off of him. Despite your own needs going unsatisfied, you were satisfied knowing Jimin was having a harder  time.
His eyes widened as he glanced over at you as you rolled down your skirt and adjusted your hair.
"Inna?!"
"Took you long enough," you said.
"You look different," he said. "What happened to the good girl from high school?"
"I haven't been a good girl since I touched you, Park Jimin." You reached for the remote and turned off the TV. "Have fun riding home with a boner."
You disappeared into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You could hear his shuffling outside your door and it almost made you want to apologize.
"Is this all because of what happened in high school?" he asked. "I was stupid back then. I tried to apologize, you know."
Eventually, when he received no answer you heard your front door open and close. You made your way into the living room, having changed into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. You looked down at the coffee table where a sticky note was attached to the remote.
If you ever change your mind. x Jimin  
Underneath he'd written his phone number, you knew you should crumple up the note and throw it in the trash. But, before you could think you'd typed Jimin's number into your phone and saved it to your contacts. You never knew when you could use a nice dose of revenge.
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honeyoru · 1 year
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𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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☆off the deep end (eddie munson x henderson! reader)
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hoebaring · 2 years
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Just The Two Of Us M. List- Author L
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𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑤 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 ♥ I fell in love with you, I don't know why, I don't know how, I just did.
Tags/Warnings :- An Office Au, Ceo!Taehyung, Secretary!Y/N A fairytale in an office. Cheesy. Highly Romantic.
Written by Author L
Cross posted on Wattpad
© hoebaring  all rights are reserved. Translating, modifying, or claiming our works as yours, is not permitted. 
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♡ 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇 ♡
Chapter 1: The Curious Conversation
Chapter 2: Spark
Chapter 3: How does it feel to be so in love?
Chapter 4: Obligations and Lies
Chapter 5: The Only Way Out
Chapter 6: Taking it Slow
Chapter 7: Maybe
Chapter 8: Sticky Note
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jungkookstatts · 3 months
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Cherry Flavored
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[Summary]: Your biker boyfriend takes you on a joyride.
[Theme]: Established realtionship!AU, Biker!JK
[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, oral (f receiving), spitting, dom!JK, riding, creampie, spanking
[Word Count]: 5,498
[A/N]: The biker verse has come to me in the new year. So has covid. But biker fantasies heal me. Enjoy! (P.s. thinking of doing a Tae fic soon??)
“Just, hold onto me,” Jungkook smiles. It’s a toothy grin, one that would usually send butterflies of affection straight to your tummy. His lip piercings shine like the metal around his fingers and ears, catching the midnight glow of the street lamps against them.
“There’s no seat belt,” you exhale.
“Of course,” he laughs a little. Brown hairs fall over his forehead with the soft force of his voice. You’re too nervous to move them out of the way like you usually would right now. “It’s a motorcycle, baby. I’m your seat belt.”
You laugh in disbelief.
“Kook, I’m not sure—” you begin, but he stops you. Cold hands cup your cheeks, his nose inches from yours. You can smell cherries on his breath, left over from the cherry flavored lollipop he bought from one of the gum ball machines at the entrance of the diner you just ate at.
“Baby,” he kisses your lips once. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, you know that.”
You exhale against his lips, knowing his words are true. But still, your mind can’t help but evaluate all the “what ifs”.
“I’ll go slow,” he smiles softly. “No games.”
“Promise?” You search his eyes. You know he isn’t lying. He’d never play with your safety like that. He loves you too much. Such an over protective boyfriend. A big teddy bear at heart despite the piercings, tattoos, and loud motorcycle he has to his name. He’d never do anything to harm you.
“I promise,” he kisses you again. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” you exhale. The boy smiles again. It shoves your nervous butterflies away and briefly replaces them with those affectionate butterflies you missed dearly.
“Good,” he kisses you deeper this time. You feel his pillowy lips against yours, sliding between your lips like they were made to be there. You almost grab his jaw to keep him against you. But he cuts the kiss short. The taste of cherries is left on your lips when he pulls away and grabs the spare helmet off the back of his bike.
“Put this on,” he hands it to you. It’s black and glossy and twice the size of your head. But you slide it on anyways, looking at your boyfriend through the tinted glasses of the helmet.
“How do I look?” You ask him.
Jungkook’s heart nearly flips. Who would have thought you’d be so cute with a helmet on? He did. You just confirmed it.
“Cold,” he settles with. Pulling of his biker jacket, he puts it over your shoulders. It’s night, and the air will only get colder once he starts riding. The jacket will provide extra protection if you fall, too. It’s thick exterior and interior act as a buffer against any surface. He doesn’t have a spare, but he’d risk himself for you on any occasion.
You slide the bulky sleeves up your arms, feeling slightly uncomfortable by the unfamiliar garment. It doesn’t really feel like a proper jacket, too stiff and thick to have on unless you were riding. 
“Now, the key is to just lean,” he puts his own helmet over his head, trying to refocus. You watch his tattooed fingers grasp the handle of the left side of his bike after he walks over to it. “And hold onto me. Tight.”
He swings a leg over his bike, situating himself. Cocking his head to the side, he signals to you to come over. You do as you’re told. 
With timid hands, you tightly hold onto his shoulder and hike yourself over his bike. It wobbles, and your heart skips a couple beats at the thought of falling. But Jungkook is calm, and you feel slightly reassured knowing he trusts the bike won’t do as you thought it would.
“H-How tight?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his waist. The softness of his t-shirt makes you feel better. Rather, the feeling of his body underneath your fingertips does. It’s soft and warm, but you feel the ridges of his abs as you test the tightness of your grip.
“Tighter,” he asks. You do.
He shakes his head. You see a wrinkle in his eye, knowing he’s smiling behind his helmet. With his rough hands, he grabs your own, tightening them himself around his waist.
“For dear life, Y/n,” he rubs your hands soothingly afterward. 
You nod, doing as he says. A raspy chuckle leaves his lips at the tightness of your grip. He pulls his biker gloves and his keys out of his pocket before putting them on. With a twist of his key, the bike comes to life with a loud roar, and you somehow grip him tighter. He wishes you could see the blush he has going on right now. It’s worthy of a few lines of humiliation you like to throw at him whenever he’s feeling flustered by you. 
“You ready?” He double checks.
You take a deep breath, telling him yes, which prompts him to lean the bike to the side and kick up the kickstand. He leans forward a little, and you move with him. With a flick of his wrist, you’re moving with him on his bike.
You feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. The bike is moving! You’re gripping his t-shirt, probably some of his skin underneath, too, holding on for dear life like he instructed. 
“Kook!” You inhale, weary of the already fast approaching speed. Little do you know he’s barely made it to the local street speed limit.
“Trust me,” he tells you surely.
Looking at the sureness of his hands on the steering, the steadiness of his pace, you decide it’s time you really do. This is Jungkook. He wouldn’t let you backpack unless he knew he was sure enough to handle you as one, unless he knew you’d be safe with him as a rider. He’s been training for this moment. Never proposing the idea until recently, and you knew it was because he finally felt ready to be trusted with your safety.
You’re still a little nervous, but you’ve transferred most of that into your arms and hands. You hold onto him, wrapping your arms fully around his waist, leaning into his back as you let him guide you through the night. He’s guided you through many things in life. Your first tattoo, your first New Years kiss. Your first true love. You trust him with your soul. You love him with all of it, too.
Under his helmet, Jungkook smiles with content when you wrap your hands around him. You’re trusting him. He feels the weight of responsibility. But moreover, the excitement of showing you something he loves. Of showing someone he loves something he loves to do. Riding through the night with wind going against him. The motor of his bike propelling him forward as he rides under the stars. How he’s dreamed of taking you on one of his joyrides. Something in him knew you would like it. 
He goes faster, not daring to enter the highway on your first ride without your permission. But he goes through the local roads, hitting the exact speed of the speed limit given to him. Not going a unit over the number on the signs. You giggle when you realize, knowing the boy you hold onto usually does go a little over, even in the car. But the fact fills you with warmth that he wouldn’t dare play games with speed right now. Not with you on his back. 
After a certain point, you reach a red light, and he puts a foot on the ground to stabilize the bike at the stop.
“How do you like it?” He turns his head slightly to check in with you.
“I love it,” you smile. “I love you.”
His big heart skips, and he looks back at the time on the cross walk to see if he has enough time to kiss you silly from your confession. But you give him no time.
“You can go faster,” you scooch closer to him.
“You sure?” He looks back at you again. The red reflection of the light still beams on his helmet.
You nod. “Take me on the highway, Kook.”
Suddenly, the light turns green.
“Okay,” he shakes his head in disbelief. A small laugh erupts through his chest. When did you get so dauntless? “Better hold on, then.”
You squeal, doing as he says when he accelerates forward. He’s faster this time, still stable and not at all reckless. But the wind catches your clothes enough to know he’s going to do as promised.
The laughs that erupt from your body when he hits the highway is enough to solidify that he’s so totally going to kiss you so silly tonight. Maybe all night, if you’ll let him. 
He stays in the slow lane, going the minimum speed the highway gives, and yet you’re screaming joy and laughing relief out of your lungs as he guides you through the night. Just you and your biker boyfriend.
You trust him enough to take one hand away, letting your fingertips feel the wind of this summer night. But it’s interrupted after a while when Jungkook’s hand returns your own his waist. He pats the top of your palm a few times, telling you to behave, and you do. You hold him tighter, if that’s possible. Scooching closer to him as he finishes the ride off the highway.
The streets start to look familiar, the houses and street names ringing bells in your head. You’re sad to end the ride, honestly. Especially when he pulls up to his townhome, sliding into the parking spot right in front of it all a little too soon.
With steady hands, you sit up from your leaned position, still holding his waist, as he turns off the bike. Jungkook pulls off his helmet, brown messy hair falling around his ears from the release of the protective gear. There’s a bit of sweat forming at the base of his hairline, and you almost went to kiss it if it weren’t for your helmet. Before you can take it off, the man is already standing up, positioning himself in front of you to pull it off himself. You swing your leg around the bike, leaning your feet against the pavement as you stay seated. He stares down at you, tall and handsome as he awaits your approval.
“Well?” He tugs his lips upward. The piercings on his eyebrow dance as he raises it.
“I loved it,” you candor. “I kind of want to suck your cock right now.”
He laughs, crinkled nose and all. That nose nudges with yours when he kisses you. It’s slower than the pecks from before, when he was coaxing you into the joyride with him.
“That much?” He laughs. Those rough hands of his help you stand, the reminder of chest against yours only makes your heart flutter more. “Should have taken you sooner, then.”
“It was perfect, Kook,” you hold his jaw. “I really loved it.”
He looks at the stars in your eyes. The overwhelming presence of you in his biker jacket, holding his spare helmet in one hand and his jaw in the other. God, could you be any more perfect? He doesn’t know what to do with himself.
So he leans into you, holding the back of your neck as he sears his lips onto yours. He’s still cherry flavored, and you can taste it surely when he dips his tongue into your mouth. You envelope it warmly, kissing him with all the love you have. Except you wish you could feel more of him, have his skin against yours. You want the hand that holds his helmet to hold your waist. For your own hand that holds his spare to run through his hair. You want to be on his lap, to look at him from above, sweaty hair and brown eyes. 
He seems to read your mind, detaching your lips only slightly when he whispers against them, “Do you want to go in?”
You nod, watching him smile knowingly. It’s one of those smiles he gives when he’s shy, when he feels bashful and is receiving more attention than he’s used to. It’s one of his cutest smiles to-date. The desire to jump his bones is stronger than it’s been all night.
You follow him as he walks up to the door. He takes your helmet from his hand and balances it on his finger like he does with his own. The key turns, and the smell of his apartment fills your lungs. It smells like him. Like man, but better. A strange thing to think about, as you never associated “man” with smelling good. But he does, somehow. He smells like home. 
You follow in suit, taking your shoes off as he does the same when hooking your helmets on his biking rack next to his door. You lock it for him, and he smiles back at you in a quick thanks.
Quickly, you tread in front of him, becoming taller as you leave him in the shoe divot in front of the door.
“So does this mean you’ll let me take you on a few of my joyrides, then?” he asks you.
“You can take me on all of them if you want to,” you promise.
He comes up to you, destroying the height confidence you had from before when he steps up from the shoe divot.
“I love you,” he cups your jaw with both of his hands this time. Puffy lips connect with yours, they’re hot and slightly damp, firmly kissing you. Passion presses your back against the wall, his frame engulfing your body in love and lust as he kisses you. You can only return the favor, sliding your hands up his clothed chest. He breaks his grasp on your jaw when your hands slide around his neck, prompting him to replace his hands underneath your thighs instead. With no effort at all, as if you weigh a feather in his strong arms, he lifts you around his waist.
The new angle allows you to kiss him deeper, your hand securing around his neck and shoulder. Big hands hold your waist and back. He walks with you, messing around through his apartment, taking you to his bedroom by pure muscle memory as he’s too distracted by the smell your clothes against his skin to focus on anything else. 
For a second, his hand leaves your back to push open his door. The lamp on his bedside table is still on, something he forgot to turn off when he left to meet you at the diner with your friend and her date earlier.
Gently, almost as if you were made of glass, he lays you on his sheets. You still have his biker jacket on, and he swears it’s never looked better on anyone else.
“Biker looks good on you,” he says, admiring you from above.
“Want me to leave it on?” You suggest, an eyebrow raise up at him.
You visibly see his cheeks turn red, and you have your answer before he can even say it. 
“You don’t have to,” he denies. But you’re already sliding it off, taking your shirt and bra underneath before bringing the jacket over your shoulder again and zipping it up halfway.
He looks at you, bewildered and so terribly infatuated before he hides his face in his palm and groans. He’s so unbelievably flustered and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“You’re going to kill me, Y/n,” he muffles in his hand. 
You almost say something, but he’s already trapping your frame underneath his, searing his lips onto the skin of your neck. He bites and sucks at your skin, marking you in his purple and blue love bites. You can’t get enough, tilting your head for more, which he gladly gives you.
You pant lustfully in response when he hits your sweet spot. His lips are delicate at first when he comes across the territory he’s memorized so well. But you know better than to think that he’d stay that way. Not when he knows how it causes you to slide your hands in his hair and pull at his scalp in the way he likes best. Not when he knows you’ll react with the breathy moans he loves so much that flow from your lips at the slightest kiss. So he does just that, feeling your back arch into his chest and your fingers tangle in his hair when he plays with your pleasure. 
“Jungkook,” you flutter. His lips feel so good, like they were made to make you feel like this. 
He kisses down your neck, coming to the base of the zipper you left done halfway up the jacket. Slowly, he unzips it, watching the fabric part ways as gravity takes it to the sides of the bed. The jacket doesn’t completely reveal your breasts though, so he takes matters into his own hands and cups them from underneath.
His stare makes you feel shy, and you inhale sharply when his thumbs brush over your nipples slightly. The reaction makes you even more shy, and you cover your mouth with the back of your hand to hide the small moans that leave your mouth.
“So pretty,” he looks up at you. 
You tug at the rim of his t-shirt, begging him to take it off as you lay open chested below him. He only chuckles at the realization, seeing that he’s still fully clothed, way too preoccupied with you to take care of himself.
He does as you ask and more, tugging off his t-shirt and his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers. You feel a wave of slick come through your panties at the sight. Tattoos and muscles stare back at you. You try to ignore the halfy he’s sporting in his boxers, a pure reminder of the activities you wanted to give to him as a thank you for taking you for a ride on his bike.
But he’s quick to turn you down when you sit up to do just that, hiking his fingers under your pants and sliding them down along with your underwear. He throws them somewhere on his floor, falling to his knees to admire you.
“Oh honey,” he marvels at the sight, sliding a slender finger gently up your folds. “You’re soaked.”
You whimper against the back of your hand.
“I-I wanted to suck you off,” you protest, placing a hand on his wrist. Not because you necessarily want him to stop, but because you were scared about how good his touch feels already. “As a thank you.”
“What for, baby?” He stops playing with you, his spare hand cups your thigh. Soothingly, his thumb rubs against your skin, waiting for your answer. 
“For letting me ride with you,” you respond.
“You don’t need me to thank me for that, sweetheart,” he smiles gently. “I’d allow you to ride with me any time you want. I need to thank you for trusting me enough to want to,” he takes your hand in his. Those big doe eyes capture yours, asking for permission with stars in his eyes. “Will you let me?”
Fuck, will this man be the end of you. Of course you will, you’re basically leaking infront of his face.
You nod, and he shyly smiles again. The hand that had previously slipped up your folds springs to life again. This time, it circles your entrance gently, causing you to whimper into your skin. Hot lips envelope your clit, his tongue playing with you softly.
“K-Kook,” you gasp at the feeling. He only hums, his eyes closing when he applies more pressure into your leaking heat. The vibrations from his moans against your clit cause you to arch your back, your head falling back against the sheets when his fingers play in tandem with his tongue. They tempt over your cunt, circling your hole and gathering your juices just enough to make you go crazy.
He detaches his mouth for a brief moment, his lips covered in your heat, red with lust, as he watches you squirm when he replaces his thumb with his tongue over your clit. His mouth always does wonders, but something about his thumb against that ball of nerves makes you clutch onto your orgasm for dear life. It’s firm against you, not too harsh, but just enough to make you feel all of it when he circles it slowly underneath his thumb. Jungkook pulls your hips closer to the edge of the bed, completely in control as you let him thank you. He watches you carefully as he inserts a finger into your aching pussy, seeing how you gasp and grab onto his wrist. But he’s stronger than you, and you’re fully aware of that. You also don’t want him to stop—your grasping onto him a mere reaction for support.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He asks you. He’s so gentle, always so cautious at first. You know at one point he’ll become a sex demon and ram you into the sheets. But he’s being a sweetheart right now, wanting to coax an orgasm or two out of you first. He does it right.
“Mhm,” you solidify. Your answer is weak, too taken over by the sliding of his finger against your walls. 
“Do you want my mouth?” He asks. You know he’s asking permission, well too aware that the combo is a recipe for an orgasm.
“Y-yes, please,” you give it to him.
He chuckles at your polite response, although it takes over his desire in ways that he’s struggling to control. You’re just so sweet to him, always so perfect in every way. He couldn’t ask for anything more. You’re perfect. And you’re his. 
He replaces his thumb with his mouth again, this time moving faster than before. His pace quickens, and he adds another finger to your dripping cunt. The feeling makes you dig your fingers into his hair, pressing him against your pussy. It gets him high, moaning against your cunt shyly as he curls his fingers against your g-spot.
“Jungkook, m’ gonna cum,” you whine into air. Both your hands secure his head on your mound, as if he’d leave before you finish.
He feels you clench around his fingers, so damn tight his cock twitches in his boxers embarrassingly. But he ignores it, taking his mouth off your cunt to give you his thumb again. The change makes you arch your back, the coil in your tummy slowly unraveling beneath him.
“There you go,” he coaxes you. “Good girl.” 
You gush at the nickname. White heat flows around his fingers, and he replaces them with his tongue as you finish against his lips. The sensation is almost too much, your over sensitivity making you whimper and close your thighs around his head to stop him.
“K-Koo,” you whine. “Sensitive.”
He finishes up at your request, swallowing your release sweetly. He leaves you gently to stand up, tossing his boxers somewhere on the floor. You’re left to catch your breath, an arm over your eyes as you gasp into the air of his bedroom. Only when you feel his familiar frame tower over you again do you look up. You’re met with a sweaty man with wet lips and a lovestuck smile plastered on his features.
“You okay?” He kisses your forehead.
“Mm,” is all you have the strength to say.
You feel his thumb pry your mouth open.
“Open for me,” he asks you anyways. You mewl when you see him gathering spit in his mouth. He transfers it to you rudely, and you feel you might just cum again from the sheer force of it. He’s so hot, you feel overwhelmed.
You feel it enough to gain the strength to flip him over when he’s off guard, straddling his hips with his biker jacket on your shoulders.
“What’s this?” He grabs your waist. God, you look so good in his clothes.
“Let me give you a ride this time, Kookie,” you suggest.
He swears he’s never heard anything hotter in his life. It makes his dick leak with precum, your suggestion paired with his favorite girl in his favorite jacket ontop of him.
Your soft hands lay on his chest for support as you lift up your hips. He helps you, grabbing your waist with his big hands. You grab his cock, so big and just for you, lining it up with your wet cunt. You slide it in with a small gasp of your lips, and you swear you see his eyes roll back slightly at the feeling.
“Oh,” you softly gasp as he fills you up. The stretch is so good from this angle, filling every inch of your walls up to the brim. You feel all of him, and he can feel all of you, too. You know it with the way he grips your hips, telling you to give him a minute when you reach the base.
You give him just that, before you test the waters again and start a pace. 
“Fuck,” he tilts his head back. You riding him is an entirely different sensation, his thighs slack and your ass bouncing on his cock as you use him for pleasure. You feel so good, you always feel so good. So perfect for him. 
“Koo,” you mewl as your hands plant for support just below his rib cage. Your hips move perfectly, bouncing on his cock like it’s your day job. It’s exhausting, but it feels too good to stop. You won’t until it’s too much, until you can’t do it anymore.
You see why Jungkook likes to be on top most the time. The view from this angle is sickening. You see the sweat coming down from his scalp and neck. It begs to make entry into his forehead, and you hope at one point it does. Brown hair flops and lays over his skin and the sheets blow him. His Adams apple bobs every time he moans and swallows. You see every scar, mole, and blush this man presents to you. You feel entirely privileged that he is all yours.
He catches you staring, his big hands that you love so much cup your thighs on either side of his hips.
You feel sweaty in his jacket, already knowing it probably smells like sex and sweat already. You feel flush from the heat, and he seems to take note, coming up to hug around your waist with one arm and push off the jacket with the other. His legs dangle over the edge of the bed, supporting you on his lap as the jacket falls to the floor.
“So pretty,” he hums against your lips. His cock throbs inside of you, and you beg for friction, pushing your knees against the mattress and sliding up and down ontop of him again. “You like this, huh? You like fucking my cock?”
“Yes,” you whine against his neck. You feel like a horny teenager, unable to get enough of the man beneath you.
“So needy, baby,” he helps your pace with his hands on your hips. It’s quicker, making you dig your fingers into his scalp as you moan against his neck. “You like riding me? Tell me which one you like to ride more, my bike or my cock. Hm?”
“Y-You,” you respond almost immediately. But he doesn’t seem to like your answer, his hand landing a harsh slap against your ass that causes you to dig your nails into his shoulder.
“I can’t hear you, baby,” he kisses your neck.
You somehow muster the strength to face him again, your hips changing direction slightly to rock back and forth against him. It makes your cheeks feel numb and your fingers tingly, his dick pressing against your g-spot so delicately.
You nudge your nose against his, his cherry flavored lips ever so slightly touching yours.
“You,” you repeat. “I like to ride you more than anything.”
That seems to do it for him, your short ride of dominance ended as his lips take you over. He kisses you until he’s got you in your back again, his body obsessed with your own.
“So perfect for me,” he kisses you. “Let me fuck you good, yeah? My perfect baby.”
You can only nod, ready to come back to your throne as pillow princess. Your boyfriend takes your thighs, hiking them up around his back before he rams into you.
He fucks you like he’s in heat, needy and overwhelmed. His tip hits you in all the right places, causing you to arch your back into his chest. You scratch at his tattoos, chanting his name against his neck as he makes you feel good over and over again.
“J-Jungkook,” you gasp. You try to say your words, but you’re hit with euphoria with every thrust he delivers into your body. “Koo, I-“
“I know, baby,” he shushes you, a kiss to your cheek. “Just cum for me, hm?” He suggests.
“C-Close,” you tell him. The man seems to know your body more than you know it yourself, his lips reattaching to your sweet spot so delicately, it doesn’t match up at all with the way his hips piston into you. “Jungkook,” you gasp when he sucks there. The familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach returns, and you feel warm throughout your entire body.
With his hair in your face, lips on your neck, and hands caging your body beneath his, you tighten around his cock, unraveling for the second time underneath the man above you.
You feel him twitch, knowing he’s not that far behind you. He moans so sweetly against your neck when you tighten around him, his hips losing rhythm as you cum on his dick.
“Sso tight,” he groans against your neck. “I-Is inside okay?”
“Y-Yes,” you sigh against his ear. You’re so fucked out, so obsessed with him. You really don’t know if there’s a request out of his cherry lips you can deny.
“Oh, ah—“ he grips the sheets, balling them up in his fists. “M’ gonna cum.”
You simply run your hand through his hair, gripping it strongly as he thrusts harshly inside you. It overstimulates you, and you pant his name against his scalp as his seed spills out of you in hot, thick ropes. His moans are like music to your ears. So breathy and sweet. You swear you’ve never heard anything more lovely in your life.
The two of you calm down, your sweaty bodies absolutely filthy with summer night air, the smell of motorcycle exhaust, sex, sweat, and cum. It starts to make you cringe after a while. Ever the attentive one, your boyfriend notices and comes up from his place by your neck.
He gives you a soft smile before pecking your lips gently.
“I’ll start the shower,” he offers, pecking your lips again.
You let him leave you for a few seconds. Feeling cold and bare, you get up and search for your clothes. But you’re unable to find them, probably kicked somewhere underneath the bed. You only see Jungkook’s t-shirt and his jacket from before. So you slide the t-shirt over your head, feeling giddy again with the smell of him engulfing your senses.
With sore legs and an aching core, you walk over to the bathroom, hugging your man from behind like you did on his bike just an hour ago.
“This is my favorite part,” you start, holding him tighter.
“Hugging me?” He asks.
“Mhm,” you confirm.
You feel him laugh a bit in your arms, turning around in them only to poke at your frown.
“I like to hold you close. Especially when you go fast suddenly and I get a little scared,” you look up at him.
The shower mist fills up the mirror, and the heat lulls you into the feeling of sleepiness his aftercare always gives you.
“I never want to scare you,” he kisses your forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” you lean into his palm, his hand holding your face close as he kisses your swollen lips softly.
“Now, let’s get you cleaned up,” he cups your hips.
You open your eyes, watching him eye the shirt you’re wearing.
“Seriously, baby, you gotta stop wearing my clothes,” he slides his t-shirt over your head. “It’s doing things to me.”
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll wear your biker suit then,” you wiggle your eyebrows.
“Now that would murder me.”
***
[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2024]
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Moonlight Sanctuary | OT7
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Pair: Werewolf OT7 x F Reader 
Summary: In a chase, you find a cottage in the midst of the woods. Barging in, you found seven men at your aid and you never expected things to turn out the way it did. But you were forever grateful for how it did.
Genre: Fluff, werewolf au, human reader
Chapter Warnings: Violence, abuse
You aren’t alone. If you ever need a helping hand, our fellow social services, friends, and family will always be there. If anybody is going to be insensitive on this topic on my blog, you will be blocked. Borahae💜 
WC: 2297
The moon hung low in the night sky as you ran in the opposite direction of your house. Well, your brother’s house. You had never considered it a home the moment things took a drastic turn after your parent’s death. A home is a place where one feels safe and secure but this is… this was no home. 
You had no sense of direction as you blasted through thick foliage and wet mud. The sky was dark and thunder boomed when you left but now it was pouring. Drenched from head to toe, you felt your anxiety rise as the sky darkened and your lungs collapsed. You paused at the foot of a tree, bending down to catch your breath. You had no idea where you were going. All you knew was that you needed to run. 
Run. Run. Run or they will catch you again. 
The air was still with your heavy breathing and loud splatters of rain when you heard rustling sounds. Suddenly blinded by the onslaught of light, you made out the rough shape of your bulky brother. Fearing for your life, you quickly stumbled up and ran again. You didn’t dare look back but you dared to look up. 
The moon was shining bright tonight, despite the darkness that was chasing you. It casted an ethereal glow over the dense forest and if you tilted your head just right, you could see little rainbows in the making. You ran through the trees, heart pounding against your chest. You didn’t know how far or how close you were to your brother and his gang. At the same time, you didn’t know where the fuck you were. You could just imagine being eaten up by some sort of nocturnal animal in here. 
“BITCH! Come back here! Who said you could run away, huh?”
You tried to pump your legs harder - to give you more strength. But you found yourself short of any sort of energy. You didn’t have dinner and it was during your break did you sneak past the back door and run away from them, hastily slipping on your clothes for some decency. You carried nothing with you - just you, underwear, and clothes - which is essentially whatever you were wearing. 
“Ey! I swear you’re going to get it from me when we catch you! FUCK, you’re done!”
The sound of your own harsh breathing drowned out the haunting echoes of your abusive brother’s threats. For years, you endured his cruelty,  but tonight - tonight you had enough. He sold your body. Sold your body to his friends. You had sobbed and begged with every last shred of dignity you had but they never listened. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew you couldn’t stay there any longer. 
You stumbled through the woods on clumsy feet, the darkness of the foliage seemed to close in around you. You tried to keep your anxiety at bay, knowing it would do you more harm than good if you started to panic. Branches clawed at the exposed skin of your feet, the ground beneath the flimsy slippers you hastily wore was uneven and treacherous the deeper you went. Fear gnawed at your insides and despair threatened to overtake you. Breathing harshly, you tried to keep yourself calm. 
Just as you thought that all hope was lost and you would have to be running forever or be caught, your attention focused on the soft glow of light emitting from a cottage house. Without thinking, you ran towards it and pulled against the handle, trying every one until you found an open door and slammed it shut behind you. 
Sliding onto the floor, you placed your head between your legs, breathing through your mouth. You were tired and bruised. You heard before you saw someone stand in front of you, shadow covering half of your hunched over body. Your breath caught as you slowly took in the sight before you. You were the centre of their attention, their eyes reflecting the silver light of the moon. You were sure you weren’t breathing. THese were the folklore of your little village - stories passed down by the elders from generation to generation. 
Werewolves. 
Nobody believed that there were such mystical beings living amongst you. But you were certain that they were exactly what you believed. These seven men that surrounded you brought around them an aura of power and grace. 
You could easily tell by the tall and commanding figure to your left that that was the leader of the pack. He stepped forward, gait slow and steady, approaching you as if you were a scared prey. But you were quite the opposite. As you looked at each of them, they surveyed you quietly. Looking at each of them in their eyes, you felt a connection deep in your blood - a spark of recognition of what belongs. 
“Are you in danger?” he asked, voice low and soothing. 
You nodded, voice trembling as you replied, “My - my brother, he and his friends, they - they -”
The door was suddenly banged open as you stumbled into the man’s hold. You felt a sense of protection and comfort you had never known when you were with them. They surrounded you again, this time, as a protection barrier between you and your brother. 
You curled deeper into yourself. 
Without hesitation, a man grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at his smiling eyes. “Hey! My name is Jimin! What’s yours?”
“Y/N, come here now.” Your brother commanded. Shivering in your spot against Jimin’s body, you shook your head and rejected him. You didn’t want to. 
“Come here now or you will regret it.” You shook your head. You didn’t want to go back to the life you once had. If it was considered life. 
“Come here and I won’t kill these ‘men’. They are vicious monsters, you know that.”
Your head turned when you heard your name being called. “You are safe here. We won’t let anyone hurt you now.” You nodded and turned away from your brother, clinging onto Jimin’s shirt tightly. 
“It’s funny how you claim to care for your sister when you sold her off. It is funny how you think you would be able to hurt us.” The man with cat-like eyes formed into slits. He certainly looked more like a cat than a wolf.
“HAH!” Your brother laughed maniacally. “You are a bunch of monsters. Werewolves? Ridiculous! You are not wolves nor are you humans. Monsters is an appropriate word to use for paws.”
“Shall we let her choose then?” The man with a fluffy head of hair said. 
The silence that followed was deafening. The tension in the air was at its peak and both sides were ready for an attack. 
“Come now, Y/N. Let’s go home, I’ll get you some ice cream if you cooperate now.” Your brother held his hand out, palm facing up - placating. He didn’t want to lose his face in front of his friends and males who didn’t even know you. 
But you refused. Your head went to Jimin’s neck as you stood up, trying to hook a leg onto his waist. 
Keyword: trying. 
You were just too short for him. 
The man with fluffy hair chuckled lowly at your attempts. Quickly hooking a hand under your thighs, he lifted you up onto Jimin’s hip. As he left, going back to his spot, your hand shot out to hold him in place, accidentally pulling against his hair instead. Your hand quickly retracted and your head shot up. 
“I -”
He was quick to soothe you, one hand patting your thigh in a soothing rhythm while the other went to your untamed hair, softly stroking the back of your head. 
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, okay? You can do whatever you want with me.” You hesitantly pulled against the sleeve of his shirt. 
“Stay? Please?”
He nodded. “Of course, darling. I wouldn’t dare go anywhere.”
The rest of the males reformed themselves to ensure that the three of you in the centre were protected. 
“I think it is clear what her choice is. Now leave.” The pack leader commanded, voice strong with power. You saw your brother’s friend pull him along. 
“Fine! Die with these mutts around you, whore!”
The cat-wolf lunged for your brother when the pack leader pulled him back. 
The males remained in the formation only when they were certain your brother was far enough and they couldn’t smell him from the distance anymore. Only then did they relax their posture, slowly turning towards you with worried eyes. You were no longer shaking in Jimin and the fluffy hair’s hold but your scent was still sour with fear. 
They cautiously moved up the stairs to the living room where they sat down at the sofa. You turned your head to look at them. All seven males were foreign to you - as foreign as the way they made you feel safe and protected. 
“Should we… say names?” The man with a whole sleeve of tattoos asked, eyes big and filled with curiosity - just like a bunny’s, you thought. 
“I’m Namjoon.” The pack leader started. 
“Yoongi.” You finally had a name for the cat-wolf.
“Taehyung.” The fluffy head of hair appeared into your view again. “But I give you special permission to call me TaeTae!”
 You nodded. 
“I’m Seokjin but just Jin is okay, yeah?”
“Me! Me!” The bunny man hopped up. “I’m Jungkookie!”
“You can call me Hobi!” 
Oh that man was filled with sunshine, you could clearly see. 
“And I’m Jimin but you already know that, little one.”
You nodded. 
“Would you like to ask us anything?”
You shook your head then nodded again, pointing to Yoongi. “Cat-wolf. Cat. Meow-Meow.”
Jungkook burst out laughing from your left, igniting a round of laughter that filled the room and lifted the heavy atmosphere. 
“For you, you can call me whatever you want, darling.” Yoongi smiled, gums out as he looked at you with adoration. 
In that moment, you felt their strength and loyalty, their offering to you of a sanctuary - a refuge from the darkness you fought so hard from. From those that have haunted your life for so long. 
As time passed, you became part of their pack - a human amongst werewolves. They were patient in teaching you their traditions and customs, their code of honour and their ways. You learned that they were the protectors of the forest, guardians of the vulnerable, and that they are the core value of the balance of nature itself. 
Namjoon, with his kind eyes and strong presence, quickly became a source of your strength and guidance for you. His knowledge and wisdom never failed to keep you entertained. Although clumsy, this man was the foundation of his pack. 
Seokjin, with his unseriousness and constant care, he helped heal the wounds that your brother and his friends had inflicted upon you. He kept you steady as you grew, always ensuring to pull you up when you got down but bringing you down when you were too high up.
Yoongi, the car-wolf, with his gentle hands and calm nature became another one of your rocks. He never failed to teach you something new that day and he most certainly cooked one of the best foods you have ever tasted - rivalling Seokjin’s. 
Hobi, with his everlasting laughter and sunshine, was an easy person to be around as you healed from your wounds. He never fails to make you laugh. With him around, there was never a dull moment. 
Jimin, with his soft and calming nature, he unintentionally healed both your emotional and mental wounds. While Seokjin cared for your physical wounds, Jimin was always a talking buddy that helped you through understanding yourself and your worth. 
TaeTae, with his outgoing mischievous nature, the both of you were constantly creating something to be cleaned up. Hand-in-hand with Jungkookie, the three of you liked to run out and about, being everywhere. 
Jungkookie, with his curiosity and strength, the both of you were always causing mischief for the others. Like partners-in-crime, the both of you would be curious about everything and anything, so the both of you would always take it upon yourselves to figure out the answers. 
But you have also come to realise that the entire pack was more than just a pack - they were a family. Each of them had their own unique qualities and were a force to be reckoned with. Today was a full moon and under the light of the glowing orb, you discovered a love and acceptance that you had never known. Your past, with all its pain and suffering, seems to fade into the background when you are with them. Embracing the new chapter of your life, you ran forward with them, putting your full trust in the seven males you had learned to understand. 
With your heart and spirit soaring, you felt the exhilaration of the transformation, the wind against your fur, and the pure joy of being truly free. In these moments, you knew you had found your place - a home amongst those who have shown you the power of love, trust, and transformation. 
As you looked up the the moon, you couldn’t help but feel a huge wave of gratitude. The moon led you here today - to the sanctuary - a place where you were no longer a victim but a survivor; that you were no longer alone but in a place filled with love and acceptance. 
As you howled at the moon and cuddled amongst your pack, you came to realise that sometimes, safety and love are found in the most unexpected places. For instance, in a moonlit sanctuary of a werewolf pack that had become your everlasting family. 
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- Content Warnings: None for this chapter! Maybe a moment of tension/annoyance?
- In Summation: Two people fall in love which would make a much shorter story if they had better communication skills.
Length: 3.1k words
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     I didn't see Yoongi or any of the guy's for two years after I left.
     Yoongi had texted me midway through my bus trip home, asking that I send back his jacket so that he could be reminded of me whenever he smelled it. He didn't say anything about his scarf, so I kept it. Sleeping with it every night for three months after I returned.
     My mom had been fuming when I got back home, taking away my phone until the next semester of school started. Claiming I "wasn't responsible enough to be trusted" and that "phone's were an adult privilege I could have after reflecting on what it meant to be an adult".
     I don't think anybody truly knows what that means.
     It was about a month afterwards that school started up again. I went to classes, handed my paychecks over to my mom and snuck out with friends whenever one was able to come pick me up. My time spent at that magical house in late November came back to me in dreams, with life going back to the way it had always been, those few days with the guy's drifted into the background like a distant memory.
     I stayed in touch with most of them though, Jimin sent dance videos and asked for story updates. Hobi would ask about life and share clips of songs he was composing. Namjoon sent pictures of them all out doing things together, at parties, on hikes - things like that. I got selfies and stream of consciousness texts from Tae whenever he was at the convenience store, sometimes he'd throw in an art piece he was working on for feedback.
     Jin called me drunk a few times or whenever he was bored at the radio station. He didn't text much beyond cryptic one word messages or to share a new terrible joke he loved.
     At first, Yoongi and I texted the most. Venting to each other about our days until night came, at which point we'd video call for hours, until one of us fell asleep.
     At first, it was talking of missing each other, reminiscing on how it felt to be near one another, how the kisses were experienced from each point of view. We laughed over how nervous and clueless we both were about how the other felt the whole time.
     At first, we'd stay up until our eyes burned and the sun started to rise again. Asking all the questions we had for each other, learning everything there was for us to learn.
     From there, we started talking about art. Exchanging poetry and books we both loved, discussing the lines that stood out or meant the most to us. Yoongi made playlists of songs for me to listen to and would quiz me on them afterwards to make sure I listened. I started practicing how to write song lyrics, sending him some verses that I hoped would be up to his standards.
     He always said that he loved them.
     "I love how your mind works." he'd often tell me, "I wish I could get inside of it.".
     And I'd get flustered to the point that I could barely respond. A cheesy grin plastered across my face as I returned the compliments, blathering on about how his creative genius inspired me.
     It was around April, when he disappeared.
     Not all at once, but-
     The messages started getting shorter.
     We stopped the video calls.
     Telling him about my day got returned with "lol's" or "ok's".
     He never told me what was happening, and I asked many, many times.
     The abrupt change in his behavior snatched my heart from my chest and began to suffocate it.
     I couldn't go back to see him again or confront him face to face through the distance.
     On our last call to each other I asked him, trying not to plead, if anything was wrong.
     If he was mad at me in any way.
     "Is there something I should be mad about?" was the only response I got.
     We didn't speak again after that call, well, I did. I messaged adamently. Trying to throw out every possible thing I could think of. I even threw out things I knew would never be the case, hoping he would get so annoyed that he'd break and tell me whatever the fuck it was that had made him so mad.
     Ever the master of self-control, he never broke.
     Jungkook and I hadn't spoken at all after I left. I figured it was for the best, that we had had the talks we needed to have. That we agreed to not tell Yoongi and to just leave it at that. It was for the best after all, right?
     Telling Yoongi we had kissed would hurt him, and Jungkook and I were not going to be together.
     Telling him would be like throwing acid at him, just to tell him that it was old acid and not to worry about it anymore.
     Two weeks after Yoongi stopped talking to me entirely however, Jungkook started to text me.
     Like it was a completely normal thing to do, like there was no reason why he wouldn't.
     There was a knife that started to twist in my gut as the "what if" game: Emotionally Heartwrenching Edition, began.
     There were a few top contenders for being the most likely.
     Either;
     1.) Jungkook had told Yoongi about what happened, and Yoongi had gotten mad. (Understandably.)
     2.)  One of the guys had let it slip by accident and Yoongi had gotten mad. (Understandably.)
     3.) Lacey had seen Jungkook and I on the dance floor, and had taken her sweet time before telling Yoongi. Maybe waiting until the trust had started to build between us, so that the breaking of it would hurt that much more. (Absolutely not understandable.)
     Jungkook mentioned nothing about it, simply picking up where we had left off, being a devastatingly good sweet talker and annoyingly easy to have conversations with.
     We had been talking for about a week before I brought it up to him. My phone rang seconds after I sent the message. I was sitting in bed, legs criss-crossed and knuckles white from death gripping my blanket.
     He had no idea what had happened, he told me. All he knew was that Yoongi had started hanging out with Lacey again after a shift at the venue. And that when the guy's had asked him about me, he had shrugged them off without saying a word about it.
     He thought we drifted apart naturally, that it was a mutual thing. That it'd be okay to talk to me again since Yoongi and I weren't anymore.
     With that, Option 3 rose to the most likely scenario and I felt sick to my stomach.
     "Oh." was all I could say. And I hated how meek my voice sounded, not wanting to ask Jungkook of all people to find out more for me.
     Jungkook took it upon himself to offer. And I thanked him, my tone falling flat and listless.
     "I swear I didn't tell him what happened baby.", he sounded desperate as he spoke, " If I had known he just dipped on you I would've brought it up sooner. I'll go talk to the guy's, he's at work right now anyways. Hang on a sec, ok?"
I couldn't form words, a small "mhm" pushed out through tightly pressed lips was all I could manage.
After Jungkook hung up, I sat there in a daze. Different scenes of Lacey telling Yoongi at work one night were flashing through my mind. I cut the less realistic ones short, tossed aside the hyper-dramatized and rapid fire edited the imagined versions down to the most probable one.
The idea of anxiety being unrealistic felt laughable. I didn't want to be right. I wished Jungkook had given any other response besides the one he did. I could've accepted that Yoongi spontaneously decided he was sick of and hated me more easily. Because at least it wasn't confirmation of what I feared to be true.
I also didn't want to accept the fault I played into this happening in the first place. No matter what Lacey said, I did kiss Jungkook. A few times. And I did have feelings for Jungkook, they were different than my feelings for Yoongi, but there all the same.
It was easier to be angry at Lacey.
I didn't keep talking to Jungkook, I had chosen to pursue things with Yoongi and Jungkook and I had come to an understanding. Who the hell did she think she was to stir things up that had been laid to rest? Things were moving forward, things were-
Jimin's name and face lit up the screen, the buzzing of the phone call making me jump.
"Hello?" My hands were clumsy and disconnected as I worked to answer.
"Lovely! Oh my god, are you ok? Well- probably not. Ok, hang on-" Jimin's sweet voice was raised, an array of voices jumbling together in the background. "GUYS! I swear to fuckin' god, we can all talk to her. She only has one pair of ears. Here, lemme get you on speaker.".
"MY ANGEL WHAT HAPPENED WITH YOONGI?!" Tae's deep voice blared through the phone so loudly it vibrated in my hand a little.
"Oooh my god shut up, she doesn't know. Hi hi! It's Hobi! We miss you!" Hobi's voice sang through the phone, slightly louder than the rustling sounds of Tae being pushed away.
"Yo! You good? We're all out here on the couch, Tae hung what you painted in the living room. Looks nice!" Namjoon's mellow voice came next.
     Against my will, I felt a smile start tugging across my face.
"Soooo, we're still us. You miss this madness? Lemme trade with you." Jin said with a groan.
"Okay, so I got everyone!" I heard Jungkook pipe up from a distance.
"Hey guys," their comforting chaos made me chuckle, "Miss you all. No trades, wish you were all here with me." I felt myself relaxing as soon as I got the words out.
"Ok, so, here's the deal. I got the scoop." Jimin started.
Stretching out onto my stomach, I laid my head on my arm, using it to press the phone against my ear. "Bless you" I sighed, chewing on my cheek. "Lay it on me please, before I drive myself insane.".
"Well, uh, Lacey saw you and Jungkook dancing and decided to tell Yoongi about it. I don't know what she said exactly, but she went real heavy on the explicit nature of the dancing. Naughty. Anyways, she convinced Yoongi to get drinks with her that night and they've been hanging out ever since." Jimin paused, huffing out air into his phone so loudly that it tickled my ear.
"Uh, yeah so, she's working real hard to try and get together with him. She felt threatened by you apparently, and is pulling this whole "sweetheart" act-"
"THAT NONE OF US ARE BUYING!" Tae interjected, grabbing the phone from Jimin.
There was a pause before any of them spoke next, muffled sounds of fighting over the phone filling the air.
"Look man, you know we don't like Lacey for Yoongi, she's always fucked with his head and we don't see this going well. But like, you know, he's a grown man. We can't tell him what to do." Namjoon was working to sound casual, but sympathy was still clear in his tone.
I didn't say anything and stared at the wall.
"Well, that sucks." was all I could think to say at first. Laughing bitterly to myself, I rolled on my back and let out a grumble.
"I mean, I did dance with Jungkook. I'm pissed she decided to say something literally months after the fact, it just feels sketchy. But, he wouldn't tell me what to do. I'm not gonna try and tell him what to do either." I said it matter of factly. Like I wasn't internally screaming an obscene string of cuss words at Lacey, Yoongi and myself.
"Be pissed girl!" Hobi hollered, "It's not just sketchy to you. We all, well, almost all of us are pissed for you." his words sped up at the end, blurring together before the phone jostled again.
Jungkook's voice was quieter than normal, sweeter than I expected it to be.
"I'm pissed for you too. It's not like I was happy not talking to you but I don't ever wanna see you hurt. I'm pissed at Yoongi for hurting you like this." it felt like he was trying to hold my heart in his hands. Gently. Not wanting to squeeze too tight.
I thanked the guys and bugged them about visiting before hanging up.
There was a ringing in my ears that made everything feel weird underneath me. Like I could feel the Earth turning but I wasn't a concrete part of it.
Jungkook called me back privately, whispering that he had stepped outside and had wanted to check in on me.
The hurt I was feeling had turned into a little devil on my shoulder, poking at every way this was all my fault.
"Baby?" Jungkook's cute little pet name for me suddenly burned.
"Mhm."
"Do you not wanna talk to me anymore? Like, are you too sad about Yoongi?" the worry in his voice sent guilt hurdling into me.
"Of course I do, I'm sorry. This just, caught me off guard. I am sad, I think I'm too thrown off to feel it right now. I don't know, we did more than just dance together y'know." I brought it up scornfully without thinking, immediately fearful that it sounded abrasive.
The smile in Jungkook's voice was poorly disguised in his response, "So, you've been thinking about us kissing?".
The cute behavior was unfair. Any time I was upset, Jungkook had an infuriatingly charming response to get me smiling again.
I wanted to wallow, dammit.
But the thought of kissing him curled my toes and if I had been strong enough, I was sure my phone would've crumbled in my hand.
I mumbled out an embarrassed, "I don't know", making Jungkook snicker before saying he'd thought about it too. Abruptly hanging up as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
There didn't seem to be a way to make it right.
It wasn't like my feelings for Yoongi had gone anywhere. They were sitting along the bottom of my ribcage and slowly gnawing away at me.
Flipping through the consequences and complications of every situation I could imagine, I landed on two options that seemed the most ethical.
Option 1: Talk to Yoongi and apologize. Possibly stop talking to all of them if he couldn't forgive me.
Option 2: Leave Yoongi alone and possibly stop talking to all of them so that I wouldn't become a source of tension for the group.
I couldn't imagine being on bad terms with just one of them, or not talking to just one of them.
I could respect Yoongi's choice and also let him know I was sorry for not telling him. That I didn't think hurting him was okay. I don't know, maybe I wanted to give him an explanation so badly in hopes that he'd understand and forgive me.
More than that though, I wanted to say sorry because I was sorry. And it felt important to say, regardless of what happened afterwards.
Despite that train of thought, it took me a month and a half to work out what to say.
And another month after that to find the courage to send it.
He never responded.
     I didn't stop talking to the others like I thought I'd have to.
And I kept talking to Jungkook.
     Whenever I couldn't sleep, he'd set up his phone so I could watch him play video games until I drifted off. He'd call me at work and ask to be held in my pocket so he could hear how my day went (it was a bad line he'd gotten from Jin, but he wound up liking doing it).
He told me that he'd apologize to Yoongi for suggesting that we don't tell him. A light of appreciation for him glowed through the layers of pain.
     It was so easy with Jungkook.
     I couldn't say when he became a part of my daily life. It was like I woke up one day and couldn't remember how life had ever felt without him.
     My feelings for him were warm, like I was always about to drift to sleep in the sunshine. We grew incredibly protective over each other, both of us having to convince the other to not make impulsive trips when one was sad.
     Anytime either of us found something interesting, we would spend the next week or two both learning about it. Blowing phone's up with fun facts and side topics that we'd come across.
     We weren't just friends. There wasn't any denying that.
     But we never talked about what we were, there was simply an understanding. Natural, simple, that was how it always felt with him.
I didn't hear back from Yoongi for almost a year and a half.
It was midday, on a Tuesday.
I had just gotten out of my last class for the day.
Yoongi called me.
"Uh, hey." his voice sounded strange, excitement helping to keep something else pushed back.
"Hey, it's been so-"
"Hey it's me, do you remember me?" Lacey's voice giggled through the speaker and my spine went rigid.
I had to keep moving, taking loops around school buildings and letting myself get lost. I told Lacey I did remember her and she squealed before saying to Yoongi, "You see? I'm very memorable.". The sound of a kiss squelched into my ear and I gritted my teeth.
Why they hell were they calling me?
"So yeah, uh, anyways, we just found a place near you. Most of the guys will come with us, Jin has to sort out some work stuff before he can join though. So uh, we'll be there in early November. See you then?". He sounded uncertain.
I was turning a corner as he said it and misjudged the distance, smacking a shoulder into concrete.
"Did you just hit something?" the concern in his voice pissed me off.
I felt stubborn for no reason.
"No.", I scoffed, "But I'm excited to see you all again. Thanks for letting me know.". Coldness felt like a necessary strategy. Especially with Lacey on the phone with us.
I didn't feel cold though, I felt like disintegrating.
They were getting a place together.
They were moving here.
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Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader x Seonghwa, past Tae x Named Reader
Word count- 6.9k
Includes- angst, previous sexual relationship with Tae, threesome with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, public sex, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, blow jobs, deepthroating, door sex, missionary, riding, marking, multiple orgasms, fight with Yoongi, angst
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J POV
I want to go home
I don't want to be here, at this fucking event
But Tae asked me to come
And I'm still such a sucker for him
BTS and other groups are going to perform and we're all backstage right now
"Hey Jo"
I turn and smile at Tae
"Hey!"
He walks over to me with a beautiful blond Korean girl
This must be Raon
Lucky bitch
'Stop. Be nice', I tell myself
She hasn't done anything to me
She just happens to be dating the guy I love
Who he broke off our friends with benefits for
Yeah, no reason to hate her
"Jo, this is Raon. Raon this is Joanne. My best friend"
I smile, ignoring the pain I feel when he calls me his best friend
"So you're the best friend", she says, looking me up and down
What the fuck?
"Nice to meet you", she says smiling sweetly at me
It's such a fake smile but then I have a fake smile plastered to my face too
"Yeah nice to finally meet you. Tae used to talk about you all the time"
"Good things I hope"
I nod, "Yeah all good things"
The memory of him screaming her name the last time I made him come, slams in my head
He apologized but I knew the sex between us was over
He was imagining her when I was with him
That was the day my hope for him to see me as anything more than a fuck buddy, a best friend, died
'Push it away', I tell myself
"So you have, uh, a lot of tattoos", she says condescendingly
"Oh uh yeah. I like body art"
Her pointing out my tattoos makes me feel self conscious, and I rub my arm with the sleeve, trying to cover it up with my hand
Which is ridiculous
"Why so many? Especially on your arm?", she questions
I'm aware that she's looking down on me for having them
I know how people here see tattoos
Normally I wouldn't care but for some reason I care right now
"I just like them and I wanted them somewhere I can show them off"
"Hmmm", she says, "Do you have more?"
What is this?
Why is she grilling me?
"Yes. I have a lot on my body. I'm a tattoo artist"
"And you think that looks good?"
"Roan!", Tae whisper yells
I look right at her, "I like them and I think they look good. I don't care if anyone else likes them or not. Their opinion doesn't matter to me"
Tae glances at me, looking nervous
"Well that's great self confidence you have. I wish I had that", she answers
Is she complimenting me?
I don't know with her
She could be or she could be insulting me
But for Tae's sake I decide to be nice
"Thanks. You should definitely have that self confidence. Don't think too much about what other people think of you", I suggest
"Yes but it's not as easy for an idol"
I can see what she's saying but I don't know what to say to that
So I stay silent
"Tae, I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?"
He shakes his head
"I'll be back", she says, leaving me and him to stare at each other awkwardly
"Sorry about the tattoo thing", he apologizes
"Don't worry about it", I tell him
More silence falls and I hate how weird it is between us
"So how's it going with Raon?", I ask him
"It's uh good"
I raise my eyebrow
He doesn't sound too happy
"Yeah that sounds totally convincing", I answer
He just smiles sadly at me
"Tae what's wrong? You can tell me", I urge him
He shrugs, "I'm happy Jo. She's sweet, kind and surprisingly really funny. Like you"
I feel a pang in my chest hearing him compare her to me
I know she's better than I am
He prefers her to me
It still hurts after these 4 months he's been with her but I'm trying to get over it
"But?", I ask
There's something he's not saying
"It's just....she doesn't....she's not into some things I like. With sex"
I raise my eyebrow, "Ok...like what?"
He looks around, then turns back to me, "She doesn't like the daddy thing or any of the things we did that one time. When I handcuffed you?"
I remember that night
He fucked me hard and made me cum so much
It was because of him I found out I like choking and biting during sex
Pain with sex
But I'm not really surprised that Raon doesn't like that
It leaves marks and since she's an idol she can't have marks on her
Which is why I never left any on him except for that one time he asked me for hickies
"She doesn't? She said she doesn't?"
He nods, "She told me right away that she doesn't like that even if it's something I like or want. She won't do it for me or even try"
I feel bad for him because I know the daddy thing gets him going and he likes to be dominate
But I also know not all girls are the same
I can't fault her for not liking something
But I can for not even trying
She should try for him and if she really doesn't like it then she doesn't have to again
"Yeah it sucks Tae but remember that not every girl likes the same thing. Or even wants to try it. You just have to accept that if you want her. And you know you guys are still new. Maybe it won't be no forever"
Why am I saying this?
Why am I trying to defend her or make sense of what she's saying
I should be telling him to dump her if she's not going to try for him
That she's not worth it
But I can't
He wants her and she makes him happy
I care more about his happiness than mine, no matter how miserable it makes me
I can't take that away from him
"Yeah I guess", he answers
"Just give it some time Tae. She might change. You never know"
He nods, "Ok Jo. It's just..."
"Just what?", I ask
"Sometimes I...uh... I", he stammers
He what?
What is so hard that he can't just tell me?
He used to tell me everything so easily
He's been distant ever since he got with Raon
I mean I understand, he wants to spend time with her but he can text me sometimes instead of me always texting him
Or at least answer my texts or calls
"You what Tae? What's wrong?"
"Sometimes I miss being with you."
My eyes widen in surprise
I don't know what to do with this information
Normally I'd be happy
But he has a girlfriend now
And he can't miss it that much since he's still with Raon
"Do uh....do you miss me?"
What is he doing?
Of course I miss him
He's all I think about but I can never tell him that
"Tae....I don't....I don't think this is a conversation we should be having anymore. You're with Raon so anything you say or I say doesn't matter"
"I...I know...but it matters to me"
I look at him warily
What's the point of this?
He's just making me remember being with him
And it hurts
I can't be with him and he really doesn't want me anyway
So why is he torturing me?
"Please just answer", he asks quietly
I sigh
"Yeah Tae, I miss you. Of course I miss you. You're my best friend and we were with each other everyday for a while."
"Yeah but do you miss being with me? Sex with me?"
Is he trying to kill me?
"Yes Tae. I do"
He nods but before he could say anything, Raon comes back
"Miss me?", she asks cheerfully
"Of course baby"
"Shouldn't we go say hi to the guys?", she asks
"Oh uh, yeah ok"
He looks at me, "I'll see you later Jo, ok?"
I nod and watch them walk away
Fucking hell, this sucks
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"So you're the leader?", I ask Hongjoong
I was just wandering around when I literally bumped into this guy
And I felt so embarrassed when I didn't know he was an idol
"Yeah. And a rapper. One of two", he answers
He's really hot
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He's short for a guy but next to me he's a giant
His hair is blue and pulled into a ponytail that is so fucking sexy
He has really pretty brown eyes and his smile is beautiful
But he's nothing compared to Tae
"Your group is ATEEZ?", I ask, pulling out my phone and opening spotify
"Yeah"
I type in ATEEZ and find their discography
I make a new playlist and add their albums
"Ok, I added you guys to my spotify. I'll listen to your songs later"
"Cool", he says, "What do you do?"
"Oh I'm a tattoo artist", I answer
"Oh yeah? That's cool. But, no offense, how are you here? I thought only idols and staff could be here"
He's not wrong and I get why he's asking
"Oh I know BTS"
His eyes pop out if his face
"You know BTS?"
I nod, "Yeah, V is my best friend from when we were babies"
"Oh wow. You're so lucky. My members and I love BTS. We're huge fanboys"
I'm not surprised
Everyone loves BTS
"Maybe you can meet them today", I smile at him
"Maybe", he says
Silence falls between us and I guess the conversation is over
"You're really pretty", he says
My gaze slams up to his
He's looking at me, licking his lip
Fuck that just made me wet
I'm not blind, this guy is fucking sexy
"You too", I say stupidly
Then I realize what I'm saying
"I mean handsome. Not pretty"
He laughs, "I know what you mean"
He tilts his head, looking at me
"Wanna have some fun?"
Oh my God, he really asked me that
And I'm seriously considering it
I haven't had sex in four months
Not since Tae
And this guy is hot
So why not?
There's no one to tell me no
And I want to forget for awhile
"Yeah", I answer
He smiles, then takes my hand
"C'mon"
He starts walking and I follow him
He brings me to an empty room far from everyone and locks the door
He looks at me and I notice that he's nervous
I decide to make him feel at ease, so I move closer to him, brushing my lips against his
It's like that's what he needed because he pushes me against the wall, his tongue in my mouth
Damn he's a really good kisser
But Tae is better
'Stop'
I need to stop or I won't be able to do this
So I push Tae out of my mind and focus on Hongjoong
He pulls at my jeans, undoing them and pulling them down
I kick off my shoes and jeans
His hands go to my shirt next, taking it off then, my bra
He sucks my nipple in his mouth, making me moan loudly
"Fuck your piercings are so fucking hot"
"Mmmm hmmm", I moan
I start undressing him, getting his shirt and pants off
He gets them off, his mouth still sucking on me
"Fuck", I groan
His lips move from my nipple down my body, licking and sucking
God his mouth feels so good
While it feels good, Tae keeps coming in my head and I have to push him away
He's with Roan
He's fucking Roan not thinking of me at all
So I shouldn't think of him
Hongjoong goes down more, pulls my panties down and off
"Fucking hell, you have a piercing here too?"
"Yes"
"That's fucking hot"
I hold back a scream when I feel his tongue lick along my pussy
"Oh my God", I whimper
"Tasted good", he says into me
Fuck me
That's so fucking hot
His tongue moves faster, running all over me
My hand grips the doorknob so fucking hard while the pleasure rakes all over my body
He's fucking amazing with his tongue
His mouth goes around my clit and he sucks hard
"Fucking hell", I cry, my legs shaking
He switches between licking and sucking and I'm right fucking there
"I'm gonna cum", I moan, gripping the knob hard, my other hand going in his hair, messing up his ponytail
But I don't care right now
He sucks again and I'm done
"Fuck, fuck, oh god", I moan, coming in his mouth, my legs shaking hard
I feel his tongue keep licking and when I look down, I see his tongue lick, covered with my cum
He swallows it, then slides his tongue on me again
"So fucking good", he smirks, looking up at me
Fucking hell
He stands up, still smirking, my cum on his face
He wipes it with his fingers, then licks it off them
"Fuck", I whimper
It just reminds me of when Tae did that
He really liked eating me out all the time and for some reason he liked having everything all over his face
And he always said my cum tastes good too
I push Tae out of my head and focus on Hongjoong
I take a look at his body and fuck me
He's fit, his muscles in his chest and stomach
He's beautiful
Are all idols this beautiful?
I move closer to him, my lips on his neck, hands running up and down his back
"Shit", he whimpers
Oh yeah, I like that
I like hearing him
I loved hearing Tae too
'Stop', I yell at myself
Trailing kisses down his neck, I kiss his chest and move down
I lick, kiss and gently suck on the skin on his stomach but stop before I leave a mark
"No don't stop", he moans
"But...it's going to leave a mark. You're an idol.", I answer confused
"I don't care. I want you to do it", he pleads
Well, I guess I can if he's asking for it
"Yeah baby boy? You want me to suck here?", I smirk, kissing his skin
"Fuck yes", he whines
I kiss him again, then suck on thr skin on his stomach
The sounds he's making are so fucking hot
When I'm done, I move away, leaving a dark purple hickey on him
I press my lips to him again, kissing down more
Hooking my fingers in his boxers, I pull them down, slowly, and keep kissing him
When I get to his cock, I kiss down his length to his head
Jesus he's big too
Definitely not as big as Tae
But then no one is as big as Tae
Ignoring my thoughts, I lick his head, feeling his tremble
I can't help but smirk, then I take him in my mouth and suck gently
"Fuck oh my God", he moans loudly
I like that and I suck harder and faster
"Yes shit yes"
I want to make it feel better for him so I move down his cock more and more
His cock hits the back of my throat and goes down more as I keep going, getting him all in
If I can get Tae's huge cock in my mouth, I can get anyone's in
Once he's all in, I move back halfway off him, then slide him back in quickly
"Holy shit. How...how are you...fuck"
I keep going sucking on him as I move
"God I'm gonna cum", he moans
I move faster and his hand slams in my hair, holding me still as he thrust in my throat, coming hard
I feel him shaking from where I'm holding onto his thighs
"Yes fuck yes"
I swallow on his cock while he cums, getting it all down
When he's done, he pulls out, breathing hard
He's leaking so I press my tongue to his head, licking
I taste his cum and he does taste good
My licking makes him hard again and he grabs my arms, pulling me up
"Wanna fuck you", he gets out
"Yes", I agree
He slams me against the door, his mouth on mine, tongue against mine
My arms automatically go around his neck, while he wraps one of my legs around him
I reach down, holding his cock right at my entrance
He moves forward, his head getting inside
I let go, then grab his hips, pulling him to me, sliding him in
My body shakes as he gets in
God I haven't had sex in awhile and just the feeling of being opened again, of having a cock inside me, feels so good
"Fuck, so tight", he moans against my neck
"Fuck me", I ask, running my fingers up and down his back, "Please fuck me hard"
He nods, pulls almost all the way back out, then slamming deep inside
"Yes", I moan
He starts moving faster, slamming into me over and over
Pleasure fills my body, making me moan and hold onto him tightly
I feel him lift my other leg, completely picking me up
He grips my ass hard while he moves
"Fuck, faster.", I moan
"Yeah baby. I'll fuck you faster. And harder"
"Yes please yes"
He somehow moves faster, slamming into me so good
"More Hongjoong. I need to cum on your cock"
"Yeah baby? Haven't cummed in awhile?", he teases
I shake my head, "No. I need to cum on a cock. And I want it to be yours"
"Mmm yeah. I want it to be on mine too"
He hits my spot hard and I yell in fucking pleasure
"There, fuck right there"
He laughs, then concentrates on that area
I feel my orgasm coming and I can't wait
I need it, I need to release this pressure, I need to forget everything and just feel
He moves again, and I snap, yelling his name, coming on him
"Hongjoong! Oh my God!"
I hold onto him tightly, my head against the wall, just feeling him, letting the pleasure take over
"Yes, it feels so good. Fuck", he moans
Suddenly I hear knocking on the door
"Fuck", I whimper
"They need to go the fuck away", he moans
"Hongjoong? Are you in there?"
"Shit", he murmurs
"Wwww...what?"
"It's Seonghwa. One of my members"
"Oh. Make him go away", I tell him, "I want more of you"
"Yeah?", he asks smiling
I nod
"Hongjoong?"
"Go away", he answers
"What why?"
"I'm busy"
He suddenly slams back inside me, hard, making me moan loudly
"What was that?", the guy outside asks
"Can I tell him?", Hongjoong asks, "Maybe it'll make him go away"
"Yeah whatever, just make him leave"
He's making me forget but with him stopping to talk to this guy, more memories of being with Yoongi are coming back
And I don't want them
"I'm fucking a girl. Go away"
I can't help but laugh
"Nice", I say
"What? What girl?"
"Just a girl", he answers, thrusting again
"Fuck"
"Is she hot?", he asks
He looks at me smirking
"Yeah, really hot"
I blush looking away from him
"Can I see?"
What the hell?
Seriously?
"Uh what kinda freaky shit are you guys doing at you're dorm?", I ask
"Nothing like that. We're just open with each other about when we're fucking girls", he shrugs
"Well?", the guy asks
"Are you ok with it?"
Wait what?
"You...you don't care? That he's going to see you fucking me?"
He shakes his head, "No. And he'll probably want to fuck you too"
Jesus
I don't know about that
I'm not against anyone watching though
"Let him in"
He reaches over, unlocking the door
The guy comes inside and locks it
He looks at us and holy shit
He's fucking hot too
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"Goddamn, she is hot", he says, his eyes looking all over me, "Nice tattoos"
"Thanks?", I ask
He nods, "I'm Seonghwa"
"Joanne"
Hongjoong rolls his eyes, then moves, carrying me to the couch
He lays me on it, then gets on his knees opening my legs wide
He snaps his hips, burying himself inside again
I moan from the pleasure and he keeps going, moving hard again
"Yes fuck", I groan
"My god she's fucking sexy", Seonghwa says
"She feels fucking amazing", Hongjoong answers
"Hey! I'm right here!", I protest
"Sorry", Seonghwa apologizes
Hongjoong keeps going, not paying attention to the other guy
"Can I...uh help?", Seonghwa asks
What?
Is he serious?
"Ask her", Hongjoong answers
Wait what?
"Can I?"
Oh what the fuck?
Should I?
What will Tae think if he finds out I fucked two guys one right after the other?
Well I doubt he'll care
He doesn't talk to me much anymore anyway
I make a decision
"Yes. Take your clothes off"
Seonghwa immediately pulls his shirt over his head and I gape at his body
He has fucking abs
And it's such a turn on
He gets out of the rest of his clothes, his cock huge and hard too
What the hell?
How am I getting all the big dick guys?
And his cock is just as big as Tae's
Holy shit
"Fuck Seonghwa, she likes your body. She just got so wet"
He blushes but comes over to me, kneeling down
Hongjoong pounds into me while Seonghwa leans down, his lips on mine
I open my mouth and his tongue slides right inside
My hand goes in the back of my hair, holding on tightly
His hand goes to my breasts as he touches my nipple
"Fuck, she just soaked my cock", Hongjoong whimpers
Seonghwa pulls away, looking at my body
"Fuck", he says as he notices my nipple rings
He pulls on it, pleasure spiking hard
"Fuck", I moan
"Her clit is pierced too", Hongjoong says, not stopping his thrusts
"What?", Seonghwa asks, look down my body, "Holy shit"
"Fucking hot right?"
Seonghwa nods then leans over, attaching his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard
Pleasure blasts in my body, making me arching up
I feel a hand on my clit and when I look, Seonghwa is playing with my clit while Hongjoong fucks me
This is fucking insane
Two guys pleasuring me
I never thought I'd be in this situation
But it feels fucking incredible and I don't want them to stop
Seonghwa pulls on my clit ring, making my hips slam up, meeting Hongjoong's thrust
"Fuck good girl", he moans
The three of us keep moving together and I'm kinda surprised at how coordinated we are
"Seonghwa, wanna taste her cum?", Hongjoong asks, "It's so fucking good"
"Yeah"
Mother fuck
"I'll fuck her until she's ready to cum, then I'll pull out and you lick her until she cums"
Oh my God
That sounds.....amazing
"Ok"
Seonghwa goes back to playing with my nipple
Hongjoong's cock is getting me so close
"Fuck she's gonna cum", Hongjoong groans, pulling out
"No!", I moan, hating the feeling of my orgasm retreating
Until I feel a wet, hard tongue lick me
Looking down again, I watch Seonghwa eat me out
His tongue slides slowly up and down, feeling so fucking good
His tongue runs along my clit making me moan
His tongue moves faster, licking my clit over and over
I feel my orgasm coming back
His lips wrap around my clit and he starts sucking on me, tugging on my ring with his teeth
"Yes oh god!"
I can't stop myself, my hips move into his face over and over
"Damn Seonghwa, she's fucking your face"
He nods
"I like it", he says then goes back to me
Shit he's hot
I feel his fingers open me more, licking all over
I'm right there, I just need him to do something to make me cum
I feel his tongue slide inside and that's what I needed
"Fuck! Seonghwa", I yell, coming hard, holding his head against my pussy
He makes moaning sounds as he slides his tongue in and out
"Oh God", I cry, coming again, my legs shaking around his head, the bliss so fucking intense
When I finish, he moves away, kissing my inner thigh
"She tastes good", he says looking right at me
I can't
Do these guys all really think I'm good?
I don't have time to relax because Hongjoong comes back, flipping me on my hands and knees, sliding his hard cock inside me again
My back arches from the feeling of him filling me up
"Good girl", he smirks, "Seonghwa wants you to suck his dick baby. And I'm gonna fuck you while you do ok?"
I nod
I'm aware that I'm being such a slut but I don't care right now
I'm just shutting everything off to do this
I turn my head and open my mouth waiting for Seonghwa
"Look Hwa, she wants your cock in her mouth"
He comes closer to me, his cock close to my face
I lick his tip and he shudders
Moving my hands on his hips I pull him closer, wrapping my mouth around him and starting to suck
"Fuck me", he moans
Hongjoong moves into me, then pulls almost all out before ramming back in
Hard
He keeps moving, going slow but hard and deep
I pull Seonghwa to me more, taking all of his cock in my mouth
"How is she-", I hear him moaning
"I don't know but she did it to me too. Coming in her throat felt so good"
Like I did to Hongjoong I move my head, sliding Seonghwa in and out of my throat, sucking as I do
Hongjoong's steady slams build up the pleasure and I'm ready to cum again
"C'mon baby, cum", he asks
I snap moaning on Seonghwa's cock and explode on Hongjoong's
"Yes oh god yes", he pants, starting to move faster, pound into me mercilessly
Seonghwa is a moaning mess, eyes never leaving my mouth on his cock
Hongjoong's pounds bring me there again, making me release on him again, my body shaking on its own
"I'm gonna cum", Hongjoong yells
"Me too", Seonghwa whimpers
"Can I cum inside?", Hongjoong begs
I nod and he grips my hips so hard as he cums
At the same time Hongjoong cums in my pussy, Seonghwa's cums down my throat
I swallow Seonghwa's cum while my pussy throbs on Hongjoong, getting all his cum
I'm such a fucking whore
"My turn. I want to be inside", Seonghwa says
Hongjoong pulls out, moving away while Seonghwa sits next to me
He pulls me up, putting me on his lap
"Ride me baby girl?", he asks shyly and I nod
He kisses my lips as I reach down between up and hold up his already stiff cock
Getting him in position, I sink down on him, getting him all in
"Yes fuck oh god", he cries
I push him back against the couch, then lean back on his legs
I start moving slowly at first, teasing him
"Faster baby please", he begs
I smirk at him, "Is my baby boy begging me to ride him hard and fast?"
He nods, "Yes I'm begging you. Please"
I tilt my head, looking at him, "Good boy"
Moving faster I bounce on his cock, just enjoying the feeling of him going in and out of me
And by the sounds he's making, I know he's enjoying it too
He keeps murmuring "Yes, yes, yes" over and over again
I like it
I clench around him, making him gasp in pleasure
"I....I...nnn....need", he stutters
"What baby boy? Tell me what you need", I tease him
"I need you to cum on me. You're so fucking tight and I want to feel you get tighter"
"Hmm, you're lucky that your cock feels so good baby. I'm gonna cum real soon"
Seonghwa is different from Hongjoong
Hongjoong likes to dominate while Seonghwa likes to be dominated
Lucky for them I'm good at both
"Please", he begs
"Soon", I whisper, kissing his neck
I move my hips around, getting his cock to slam my spot
"Yes fuck", I cry
I keep moving, using his cock to fuck my spot over and over
I feel my legs start to tremble and I'm getting hot all over
I need to cum
I bring myself down on Seonghwa again, this time gripping his cock so hard, climaxing again
"Seonghwa fuck", I praise him, shaking on top of him
"So fucking good", he gasps
"Yeah?"
He nods
"Baby boy's cock is so good for me. Making me cum so good"
He whimpers and it's adorable
I keep moving on him when I feel lips on the side of my neck
"I'm gonna mark up your pretty neck baby girl", Hongjoong whispers in my ear
I nod, loving the feeling of his lips on my skin
"Seonghwa, fuck her. Now"
Seonghwa immediately grabs my hips and thrusts up into me
The pleasure is a blast in my body
Hongjoong pulls Seonghwa by the hair, putting his lips on the other side of my neck
"Mark her while you fuck her"
Again Seonghwa listens and sucks on my neck, while he slams up into my pussy
He's giving me a good pounding, hitting my spot every time
I'm gonna cum real quick
Both guys run their tongues on my neck, lips sucking in different spots
I feel fingers on my clit, rubbing in a circular motion and making my back arch into Seonghwa
"She's close", Seonghwa breathes, mouth back on my neck
Hongjoong moves his fingers faster on my clit and all the sensations combine together making me snap
"Seonghwa", I shout, coming on him again
He moans on my neck and I feel him cum inside me, warm and sticky
"Yes baby girl, fuck", he moans
When he finishes, he falls back on the couch and I go with him so tired
My face ends up in his neck as his arms wrap around me
I breathe in, catching his scent and fuck he smells so good
Hongjoong moves away from us and I just relax on Seonghwa
"I'm gonna see what the other guys are doing", Hongjoong says, pulling his clothes on, "Take your time"
Once he's dressed, Hongjoong leaves the room, leaving me and Seonghwa still on the couch
"Damn he was out quick", I comment
"Yeah he's a fuck em and leave kinda guy", "Seonghwa answers
"And you're not?", I ask
He blushes as he says, "Well no. I'm not gonna fuck someone and then bail the next second. I can't be up and running around right away"
"Yeah me too", I say
That's probably why we're still laying with each other
And if I'm honest with myself, it feels nice to be held, to lay with someone even if it's just for a few minutes
But all too soon he has to go, probably to perform
I tell him to get dressed and leave first since he has somewhere to be and I don't
As he dressed, I clean up the cum from both idols, once again, noting that I'm indeed a slut
I get my panties and bra on, when Seonghwa clears his throat
I look up at him, "Are you ok?"
"Can I...can I have your number?", Seonghwa asks me, his cheeks blushing
"Wait...are you serious?", I ask surprised
He nods
Well fuck me
I don't see any reason not to give it to him so I say yes and we exchange numbers
"I'll text you", he says and I nod, not expecting him to
I know to him I'm just a slut, someone to fuck, so I don't expect any texts aside from booty calls
And he's hot so I may just keep fucking him
He smiles at me and I notice how beautiful it is
He waves then leaves the room
Well that was an experience
It was fun while it lasted
Now I have to get back to my own miserable life
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Tae POV
I watch Joanne talk to some idol
I don't know who he is but he's good looking
His hair is blue and I know she likes that
Her favorite color is blue
She loved when my hair was blue
Her favorite on me is black, then blue
After awhile I got tired of dying it colors like that so I stopped for awhile
She always suggested I dye my hair colors like that again but I didn't
Her own hair is an electric green right now
I was surprised when I first saw her
I haven't hung out with her in the four months I've been with Roan so I didn't know she changed her hair
Her hair was a bright red then black when we were together
She smiles at him, my heart jumping in jealously
What the fuck was that?
I need to relax
It was probably because I haven't spoken to her much while we're here and he's talking to her
I've been at Raon's side the whole time
The guy tilts his head and asks her something
She looks like she's debating her answer, when her face smooths over and she says something
The guy takes her hand and leads her out of the main room
Where the fuck is she going?
Why is she going anywhere with him?
Is she....
Is she going to have sex with him?
No, fuck no
"I'm going to the bathroom", I tell Raon
"Oh. Ok", she says as I start walking away, following Joanne in the direction the idol took her
I go down the hall, away from the main room and turn the corner just in time to see the idol pull her into a room
The door slams shut and I hear it being locked
I freeze in place
She's...she can't do this
She doesn't even know him
How is she just going to fuck a guy she doesn't know?
Why would she do that?
And why do I care?
I'm with Roan now, why do I care who Joanne sleeps with?
Because she's my best friend and I care about her
I don't want her getting hurt or catching anything
I stand there for awhile debating what to do
I should check on her
Continuing down the hall, I pass by the door, listening
"Fuck me", she asks, "Please fuck me hard"
My heart drops
She sounds just like when she was with me
Begging me to fuck her hard and fast
Now she's asking another guy to do it
"Yes faster"
I hear a slamming sound over and over along with her moans
Her moans that just used to be for me
"More Hongjoong. I need to cum on your cock"
"Yeah baby? Haven't cummed in awhile?", he teases
"No"
I close my eyes getting so angry
She hasn't came in awhile so that means when she does it's going to be fucking hard and huge
And she's gonna do it on him
'Hongjoong! Oh my God!", she moans
She came
I know how she sounds
She came on someone else's cock
Not mine
"Yes, it feels so good. Fuck", he moans
I remember
I remember how good she feels and I'm so fucking enraged someone else is feeling it
I hear footsteps and I duck behind the corner
Another idol is walking by and he stops at the door she's behind
"Hongjoong?", he calls, knocking
Does he know that guy she's with?
He keeps talking but I don't know what he's saying
Suddenly the door opens and he goes inside
What the actual fuck?
She's not going to fuck both of them....is she?
I can't believe this
This is insane
She's being.....
No stop
'Don't call her that', I tell myself
Because honestly she's not being a...slut
She's allowed to do whatever she wants with whoever she wants
And I'm upset but I shouldn't be
She's not my girlfriend
I don't feel like that for her
So I have no reason to be angry
I need to get out of here
If she wants to fuck two guys, she can
But I don't need to hear it
As I pass by the door, I hear her moan, "Fuck, Seonghwa"
Anger hits me hard again
That has to be the other guy that just went in the room
I can't hear this
'I don't care', I tell myself as I keep walking away
But I do
I care a lot
And I don't want to think about why
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Fifteen minutes later, she comes back alone
The two other guys came back before her and went back to their group
I'm still pissed off
She shouldn't have fucked them
She just met them
I hope she wasn't dumb and used condoms
Or at least had them
She comes closer to us and I see dark marks on her neck
My stomach falls to my feet
She let them leave hickies on her?
Fury comes back in my body and I clench my jaw
"Hey Tae. When are you guys going to perform?", she asks
Now that she's in front of me, I can see the hickies clearly
One is so dark, almost black
And she has another one on the other side of her neck, that one purple
"Tae? You ok?"
"Did you have fun?", I snap
Fuck
I didn't want to say anything
My stupid mouth ran by itself
"Uh what?", she asks confused
"With those two guys who gangbanged you. Did you have fun?"
Her eyes widen, "You..you saw?"
I roll my eyes, anger fueling me
"Of course I saw. I saw that blue haired idol take you and I was worried so I followed you. And saw him bring you to a room. Heard you begging to cum on him"
He face is in total shock but I don't care
I'm letting my anger take over
I shouldn't
I shouldn't care who she sleeps with
But I do
I do so much
I miss her and I want her to be with me
"Then I saw the other idol knocking on the door, going inside and I heard you moaning his name too"
"Oh god", she whispers
"Did you fuck both of them?"
Her eyes narrow, "That's none of your business"
I snort, "Of course it is. You're my best friend. I don't want you getting hurt or catching something."
She doesn't say anything, just looks away from me
"Did you make them use condoms?"
She bites her lip but shakes her head
She didn't?
I'm so fucking surprised
She doesn't know them
Doesn't know if they fuck any girl, if they have anything
"You're so stupid", I snarl
Her eyes widen, looking back at me
"No I'm no-"
"Yes you are. You fucked two guys one after another without condoms like a slut"
As soon as the word leaves my mouth, she looks like I slapped her in the face and I regret saying it
"Really? Because I wasn't a slut when I was fucking you right? Letting you cum in me whenever you fucking wanted?"
"That's different and you know it. You know me, you don't know them"
"Why do you care? You're fucking your girlfriend. It doesn't matter who I'm with"
I can't believe she's saying this to me
I'm with one person, who I'm dating
She's with random people
"I'm only with her while you're fucking two guys and coming out here with their fucking hickies on your neck"
"Then don't fucking look", she growls
I narrow my eyes at her, so fucking pissed off
"You know what if you want to be a whore, then go ahead. I don't give a fuck"
The hurt on her face and tears that flood her eyes, hit me hard and again I instantly regret calling her a whore
She just nods, looking away, "Ok"
She turns from me and starts to walk away while I panic
I didn't mean it
I need to apologize
Right now
"Jo-", I call
"Can't talk Tae. Gonna be a whore and find someone to fuck", she snaps, not even turning around
"Joanne, wait, I didn't-", I try again
"Leave me alone", she tells me and I stop
She's never told me to leave her alone before
I don't know what to do
Should I leave her alone or should I go after her
"Tae!", Raon calls, making me turn to her, "Where were you? You were gone for so long"
"Yeah sorry", I say, distractedly looking back for Joanne but I can't see her anywhere
Fuck
I fucked up and I need to find her to apologize
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J POV
I need to get the fuck out of here
I'm on the verge of tears
Tae called me a slut and a whore
It hurts so much
I never thought he'd ever call me that or think of me like that
I guess I was wrong
I don't know why he's upset
He's fucking Raon
Why does he care what I do?
Who I fuck?
He's different than he used to be
Ever since Raon, it's like I don't exist anymore
He'd never have called me a slut or a whore before
He never cared who I had sex with before
And now he's grilling me, asking personal questions
Calling me names
I just want my best friend back
My Tae
The Tae I could tell anything, talk about anything with
The Tae who made me laugh, watched tv and stupid movies with me
The Tae who would ask for my help, my opinion on his music, who took what I said seriously
Not this Tae who calls me a slut and a whore
I should of never agreed to have sex with him
If I didn't, this wouldn't be happening and I wouldn't be hurt
It's my own fault I'm hurt
My own fault
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jj-stay · 10 months
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Motel magic
Word count: 320
Pairing: NAMJOON x reader
Genre: fluff, domestic, friends to lovers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
❣materlist❣{in the process of updating}
y/n’s pov:
Namjoon and I had just had a big argument, but due to circumstances we are staying at an okay, but old hotel for the night. We ended up having to share the same bed…
I feel a chill down my spine as I get under the sheets. *Why is it so cold? *
A couple hours passed, and I was absolutely freezing. I felt Namjoon’s finger against the skin of my back while he was hugging the pillow that separated us. He was fast asleep.
I turned around a shook him “Namjoon!” I whisper shouted. “How the fuck aren’t you cold, its freezing, do we have any spare blankets?”  I questioned.
He woke up looking annoyed “just shhhhhh” he said pulling me back down by my waist.
“Ah… ugh… let me go” I struggled.
“Y/n just shut up for once in your life and let me keep you warm.’ He said in his normal low tone. I lay down and feel his arms wrapped around my waist
namjoon’s pov:
I watch her disgusted face expression when he looked at me and then the bed.
she knows she loves me …
While she was in the bathroom before she came back, I purposefully turned the ac up, I don’t know why I did it, maybe I just wanted to cuddle her again since we fought.
I always want her in my arms, and I can’t even stop thinking about her. What the fuck is up with me?!
I just wanted to see if it did.
I refrained from smiling when I heard the word “cold” escape her mouth. I didn’t even hesitate to pull her down onto me and wrap my arms her waist, she’s freezing, I can almost feel my body heat travel through to her body. Her tense body slowly relax. God she’s so cute I thought to myself.
she loves me,she just doesn’t know it yet.
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