"He Looks Like A Walking-real Life Incubus With Sex On His Legs, Oozing With Sex Appeal."

"He looks like a walking-real life incubus with sex on his legs, oozing with sex appeal."

He definitely looks like one 💙

Player | THV (m)

Synopsis: He is indeed a player but not just on the playground. He can swept you off your feet, make you fly then leave you to fall but good for you, you know how to stand your ground. don't you?

Pairing: Volleyball player!Taehyung x manager!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, volleyball au.

Warnings: 18+ (mndi), PORNO☠️ with little plot, Taehyung in filla track suit, cocky Taehyung, big d!ck energy☠️, fuckboy Taehyung‼️, unprotected s*x (it's fictional), semi-public s*x (they did it in the volleyball court🫣), s*x against the wall, they did it while standing (rip reader's legs), cum eating (oops), Taehyung has a FILTHY MOUTH 👄, unedited.

W/c: around 1k

Listen to: Señorita by Camilla Cabello, Shawn Mendes

A/n: please lmk if it's visible on your dash because Tumblr is messing up with me recently!

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The volleyball court is usually empty at this hour. The practice sessions runs from the morning to dusk, until the sun goes down. Some guys who is extremely passionate about the sports, stays behind to do some extra practice. You wonder, where their immense stamina comes from.

You wonder, how Kim Taehyung, the captain of the Volleyball team, still have some stamina left in his body to pound into you from behind.

The only source of light in this empty volleyball court, is the one coming from the sheds, mostly silent besides the crickets singing along the unholy skin slapping sound of Taehyung fucking your against the wall of the spacious court.

“fuck! Look at that, sucking my cock in that little cunt of yours– so beautifully” he cooed at the way his dick goes inside of you and comes out all wet, glistering with your arousal, illuminating in the street lights peeking from the large sheds.

“You’re so fucking hot looking like this, getting fucked from behind, y’know?” he whispers in your ears, nibling on your earlobe as his pace speeding up, your walls started clamping around his cock. His teeth sinking on the soft flesh of your ear before softly sucking and licking on the red area of it, practically making out with your ear.

“ah fuck! I’m c–close –“ you moaned at the way he rolled his hips against you, hitting every right spots inside of you.

You were cleaning up the court as always, as you do everyday after their practice is done. But today, Taehyung decided to offer you help and you took that happily, then how things escalated from gathering up some empty water bottles to him pressing you against the wall and intensely making out with you in this open area, is still a mystery to you. Then not long after, your sweat pants are pulled down from your ass, exposing your lower region bare in front of him as he pulled out his hardened member from his grey gym shorts and now, here you are.

Taehyung is the typical representation of the “popular boy” at college. Volleyball team captain, rich as hell, handsomeness dripping from his form. He looks like a walking-real life incubus with sex on his legs, oozing with sex appeal. Understable why girls literally throw themselves on him but he does not mind that at all. He takes full advantage of it, a new girl in his arms every weekend. He brings them to a unidentified empty room in a frat party where the loud music coming from the huge boxes makes up for their obscene screams and moans when he brings them to that euphoric feeling and later leaves them in a complete mess. It seems like he made it his mission to fuck every single lady in this college and he is succeeding in it so far.

“yeah? Gonna cum on this dick, huh? Bet you’d love if someone walks in here, seeing you getting fucked by their captain?” his hands slides down to your clit, circling them as his other one gropes on your tit.

“fu– I think y–you will be the one enjoin’ it” you heard a snicker left his mouth as he pinched on your nipples. His breath fanning over your neck where he'd leave marks so that you can remember what he has done to you when you’d look at them later.

Taehyung might go to several girls to warm their bed and wet his dick in the process but he will always comes back to you, who he claims to be his only true friend. You don’t know why he does that, considering his reputation around the campus as people likes to portray him like a guy who can not be satisfy with the same girl for two weeks. You wonder, why you are exceptional.

“baby, I think you should shut your slutty little mouth before someone can actually caught us–“ then he is intentionally spanking you all of a sudden, making you yelp in the process. You can imagine the mischievous smile on his face while you moan louder than before.

“you– f-fuck you k–kim Taehyung!” you curse at him. You feel his hands on your hips as he brings your body closer to his and slams back his hips into you mercilessly. You go slump on the wall, your knees are giving up because of the intensity of his thrusts. Your sight got blurry from the building pressure inside of your stomach, waiting for the knot to finally snapped.

“Yes, I’m doing it baby” his smirk only grows wider, the cockiness in his voice never fading away as he snaps his hips into you repeatedly, unable to resist the temptation to ruin you completely.

You are his sweet friend who is always there for him through his ups and downs. The way you bring a smile on his face is so unreal. He is mesmerized by your beauty or the way you smile back at him or the way you suck his dick dry or the way you moan when his cock is deep inside of you. He is hypnotized by you like a sailor to a siren.

“damn it, taking me so well baby –“ he groan when you push your hips back at him, thrust back with the same intensity as you fuck yourself on his dick. He put your both arms on top of your head, holding them their with his one hand and rubbing your clit with other.

Leaving open mouthed kisses on your jaw as you throw your head back, over his shoulder. He pushes your hips back further, shoving his cock as deep as it can go into your pussy, rubbing that spot over and over again.

You mind is getting dizzy as you chase your high, felling it coming with full force. You couldn’t able to control your moans because of the way he is literally drilling his cock inside you, so instead, you turn your head and kissed him hard. All the moans got muffled in his mouth, as his tongue swirls across every inch of your mouth while sucking on your tongue.

A deep throaty moan rip out of his throat when he feels your walls continuously clenching around him. “oh! Fucking love this pussy s-so much”

Oh yeah, just your pussy and that’s it. You should remember that just like you always have been.

Just another harsh flicker over your swollen clit and one last deep thrust which reached all the way up to your cervix having you go limp into his arms as you cum all over his dick. Arching your back as you let out an agonizing moan which you’ve been holding back.

Taehyung can feel his dick twitching into your pussy as his thrust gets more harsh and sloppier, you whimper in oversensitivity.

“sshh baby, I know” he assures you as he finally snapped. Pulling out from you as he let his load fall on your ass and paint it with white.

You catch your breath for a second before you feel him lowering himself until his face hovering over your pussy. He spreads your legs wider as he put his mouth on your abused cunt, licking off your essence.

His tongue swirling and twirling around your pussy, sucking on your clit occasionally before licking at your entrance to clean you up with his tongue.

“Tae– too much!” you are squirming under his touch but he never listens. Diving more into your pussy as he place your both legs over his shoulders where looking back at you with his lust filled dark eyes while eating you out from behind like a starving men.

The squelching sound resonating from through out the empty court. It isn’t hard to figure out some noises coming from outside when Taehyung is still buried deep in your pussy. You panicked instantly “Taehyung! Someone is coming!” you pushed his head away from between your legs as you hold on the walls for some support.

He can hear them too, so he swiftly pulling out his handkerchief from his pocket and wipe of his remaining cum on your ass delicately.

Then the gates of the court hall opening, some of his teammates peeking through it “hey man! What are you still doing here?”

Panic rushes through your body, you got stiffened. The filthy things you guys were doing just some moments ago flash in front your eyes. You are sure there’s smell of sex in the air around you.

“Just helping our manager, she got injured” the lies smoothly coming out of his mouth. They immediately got worried after hearing you’re injured, so you assured them it’s just a minor injury even tho you’re totally fine.

The thing is, everyone knows you two are always together like best friends. But, everyone also knows how Taehyung is, so it always surprises them when they see him having a female friend. They thought, you are probably the only girl in the campus who didn’t fuck Taehyung yet.

That’s furthest from the truth.

You’re the only girl he fucks who is constant in his life.

But, no one should know that because you refuse to do so. You care about your reputation way too much to put this information out there. You have a reputation of being the nerd type who is a goody two shoes and you’re intend to keep it that way.

“Come on, hop on my back. I’ll give a ride to home” when everyone left, he gesture his hand to you to stand because you were struggling to do so. You were so drunk on his dick that you didn’t even realize how long you were standing there on your feet, legs wide for him to take you from behind. Now the side effects are showing.

When he first proposed the idea of friend with benefits to you, your first condition was that, it will be only for the sexual fulfillment to both of you but unbeknownst to him, sometimes he manages to fulfil your emotional needs as well. Like right now, giving you a piggyback ride because you can’t walk properly.

“was I too rough, baby?” the cockiness in his voice is annoying, that stupid smirk returns back to his face as he teased you.

“Shut up” you frown, a pout automatically forming on your mouth as he laugh gracefully, sending vibration through your entire body.

“I can still feel your wetness” his filthy mouth never stopping as he speaks. Your face got red from embarrassment. A slap lands on his biceps making him laugh delightfully as you let him carry you to your home.

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the dawn \ jhs

tldr. hoseok muses over a lake house and the longing of a lover.

prompt. [ lake house ]

pairing. hoseok x reader.

genre. non-idol, neighbor au. fluff. slice of life. neighbors 2 luvrs. a glimpse of it.

word count. 0.6k

It’s in the stickiness of summer that Hoseok finds a glimpse of eternity. It’s at a pier that acts as a hopeful median between him and the lake house next door where he first tastes honey on soft lips. The day he met you, he regarded it as the first day of his life because, to him, it didn’t really begin until you. No, he didn’t really begin until you. He waded around listlessly, a seemingly infinite indulgence in idleness that he couldn’t shake until your presence grabbed his hand and forced his feet to gain momentum again. No, nothing moved until you.

Introducing himself was him taking his first breath. You said your name and it fluttered from your tongue to his chest. When he spoke it from his lips, it was light and feathery, floating in the air like a wondrous marvel. No, he knows life didn’t start until you walked into his world, met him at the end of a pier while he peered at the perfect blend of cherry and citrus that painted the sky as the sun set. He can never forget the way you sauntered up so slowly, standing next to him as if that’s exactly where you were always supposed to be. He recalls turning his head to catch your adoring smile as you gazed out at the sky. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You ask. Eyes never looking away from you, he nods. “Yes, it is.” He grew to believe you paraded around like the brilliant sun and brought the morning with you. The evening’s arrival must be some indicator that your breathing is steady, excitement dying but heart still convinced of its contentment, and your heart rate is soothingly slow. It’s the only explanation for how and why your voice blossoms into a breathy lullaby. It’s the only explanation for his currently subdued but hastily crescendoing desire to make a chalice of your lips and swallow the sound of you. Yes, in your eyes, he sees the dawn: the dawn of day, the dawn of time, the dawn of all meaning. Yes, you touched him like summer and brought tepidness along with you. Yes, you smiled and brought the allure of spring. Yes, you held him and brought the coziness of autumn. Yes, you stayed and adorned him with the intimacy of winter. You did it all at once, too. What else could he do but sink into the depths of an unyielding devotion when you were a chrysalis of tenderness that deserved all of his dedication and diligence? It’s how his prosaic days felt like opulence with you, the way the experiences of his undeviating routine feel like novelty happenings he shouldn’t dare overlook. Right away and with no warning, he’s smitten by you. When he finds you gracing the morning, overlooking the steady waters of the lake, he desperately seeks rationale to wander up and stand by your side, just as you had him. Although, he never comes across it and therefore he never comes strolling past the threshold his door creates. It’s the heavy thumping in his chest that keeps him there, palms clutching a spherical demitasse and yearning for courage. A strong sip of morning brew and a deep breath. That’s what it takes before he pushes the screen door open, its creaking alerting you of his coming presence. You turn to watch him, an enchanting smile molding the shape of your lips just before you offer him a cheery salutation. “Good morning, neighbor.” Yes, both Hoseok and the day wake just to behold you.

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I hope it gets easier for you to live in the now. To remember that you're here, in the present moment, that you're safe, even if your mind is thinking of the worst case scenario. You will overcome every obstacle when they arrive, but right now, you can rest.

Impress You (Jungkook x Reader)

Word Count: 7.8k (ish)

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, orgasms (his and hers), squirting, dirty talk, rough/intense fucking, oral sex (female receiving), nipple play, nipple sucking, biting, kissing, hair pulling, squeezing/grabbing (ass and hips and stuff), talk about breast fucking, more implied sex later, ethically questionable stuff (they work at the same place and he's in a higher position), spanking, spitting (on her body part), some softness here and there (a little at the end), reference to CEO Namjoon, panty sniffing/he's into her scent, light bondage (wrists). Hopefully I didn't forget any!

Genre: PwP, strangers to lovers

AUs: CEO BTS/Jungkook

Summary: It's the end of the first week at your new job. When you meet a superior, you find out he's noticed you enough to remember your name. He's driven, passionate and intense---all things that make him good at his job.

But even more: He's not afraid of a challenge. ...Even when the challenge comes from you.

Author’s Note: This has been brewing. I didn't get to shoehorn in ALL the smut things I wanted to do, but I got some of the more persistent things.

CEO AU Jungkook is a very different beast than CEO Namjoon, but this does take place in the same AU as CEO Namjoon (from the wonderful series of stories).

This YN is NOT CEO Namjoon's YN, to be clear.

For @peacebite, @joonbo (for always nurturing and encouraging my slut side with this version of Jungkook) and anyone else who just wants to read a CEO AU Jungkook entry.

Ignore typos and such.

Thank you for reading. Thank you if you leave a kudo or reblog, too. I'm just thankful overall.

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“Y/n…right?”

Normally when someone said your name, you didn’t pay much attention. You weren’t the most attentive outside of work. Especially your first week of work. You’d made it to Friday with sanity barely intact. 

So hearing your name now, from over the threshold of the open elevator car doors, you blinked. It was almost instant, by comparison, that you noticed. Even as burned out as your mind felt. 

It had everything to do with the man who said it, with a forearm pinned firm against the inside of the door frame. That smirk was almost daring AND hot with the gleam of a piercing under the car’s distinct pale interior light. 

Coming away from your lounging against the back wall, you straightened and held eye contact. You noticed a piercing at the end of his eyebrow, when it shifted up slightly. He had a strong energy–something chaotic, boiling under the twist of his lips. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Y/n..” The man repeated, then leaned into the car, feet following as he stepped inside a moment later. He walked into the space like it was his and you’d never seen someone do that with a communal space like this.

..Not as successfully, anyway. 

Slowly recognition dawned as you studied his profile when he turned the way he’d come and reached towards the button panel. He punched a button: the floor two above your own. He checked the indicator over the doors.

They closed. Your throat did the same when you tried to swallow.

Some wonderful honeysuckle scent filled the space with you. Overpowering your own perfume. Not a hard task with how much you’d run around the office the whole day long. It was lucky your hair was still reasonably frizz free and your skirt didn’t have a stain. 

You curled toes inside your heels. You fixated on the floor by the doors. The car lurched and the world dropped as the journey upwards began.

The man next to you barely inhaled. 

“That’s right.” You finally spoke. 

The man nodded, not in a way that said he wasn’t dispelling lingering doubt, rather he’d always known. You quickly glanced his way, offering a shy smile when his head turned your way and he stared right into your eyes. 

“..Who are you? I…don’t remember names very well.” You admitted. A kernel of truth: the only names you really focused on recalling were direct superiors you’d seen for hours each day, this entirety of the last week.

The man smirked again. 

He didn’t look the least bit off put at your not knowing who HE was. That was a good thing. As good as he looked happy, something told you his displeasure could be destructive if he let it show. 

Which was kind of…hot. 

“Hmm..” Teeth flashed and his piercing glimmered. So did his eyes as they followed your features. He was courteous enough to stay above your shoulders. 

So was this space as you noted a warmth growing at the small of your back, under the blouse, rising towards your shoulder blades as your head rolled. Fuck ME he’s…good looking.

How was it you’d missed this guy’s face? 

Even a new work environment aside–this face and body stood out enough. More recall flowed as you realized you HAD seen him around--at least on the executive floor of the building. He wasn’t reception or accounts, where you’d ping-ponged all week.

He radiated too much pride and confidence to subvert himself as someone’s assistant but didn’t seem as controlled as the executives you’d met making the rounds with your direct supervisor on day one. 

Still, you’d seen him–yes that cocked grin and the narrowing of his eyes as he completely turned your way and one hand slid along the rail along the back wall, then gripped loosely. He leaned into his hold, head tipped. That shaggy, dark hair.

Yes..you’d seen it bobbing as he slipped by here and there in the hallway at work. 

“I’m Jungkook.” 

Jungkook… 

You’d heard that name mentioned before, among the lunchroom alliances you’d made. His name brought wider opened eyes and lips. Made stares hunt beyond the sphere of your conversations. It was the height of fascination and made a delicious knot of curiosity in your gut.

One that felt massive now. And pulsed when Jungkook straightened and glanced at the over-door indicator. Slowly the light blinked to the next floor. And the one after that.

A ding matching your heartbeat. 

His fingers clenched the rail and you noted the marks in his skin: tattoos on his fingers, running up the back of his hand. Disappearing under the sleeve of his dress shirt. His other hand went to his neck, touching the tie there, stroking that knot until it was loose with a single tug.

“Nice to meet you..” You muttered, then felt instantly ridiculous. You’d PROBABLY said Hi before, but of course you couldn’t help it now. It was informal and yet somehow more official like this. 

Jungkook’s grin dimmed and he gently bit his lower lip. After studying you from head to toe, he spoke again. 

“You have a good week too?” 

“Hmm?”

How could he determine that by looking you over–especially with how worn the wrinkles in your skirt or blouse shouting otherwise? You glanced down, smoothing fingers over a particularly stubborn crease over the flare of your hip. 

“You’re being rhetorical.” You replied, giggling in your disbelief.

But Jungkook wasn’t smiling now, for a moment. Finally he did, then checked his watch. One more ding and the indicator got one level closer to your stop. 

“No, but it wasn’t the worst week then?” 

“That’s true.” You agreed. “It’s my first week and as far as that kind of thing goes, it’s not my last. I’ll take it.” 

Jungkook checked his watch. “I like that attitude.” 

A moment passed. Another ding. Two floors left before yours. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off those numbers, confused at the pressure low key sitting in your chest. Whatever it meant, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do when your stop came and those doors opened. 

As tense as it felt here, you liked being around Jungkook. He had an orbiting magnetism that had you wanting to watch him. To see what else he would do next. No doubt a taste of why he had the position he did at work. Being noticed by so many should be harnessed for success and Jungkook hadn’t wasted that chance. 

Whatever plans he might have had, he was yours right now. Fortune tended to favor the bold and Jungkook was that much, at minimum.

He inhaled. “Your floor–” He pointed at the indicator. “..Coming up. You have plans tonight?”

“You’re looking at them.” 

This time Jungkook chuckled, head low as his shoulders danced. 

“I’m thinking of celebrating.” He replied. “..If you’re wanting a change, you could join me.” 

“Where?” 

Unbelievable: you barely knew him and you were seriously considering going with this guy? It was cool you both lived in the same building, but left you curious what he did with his time. You’d never seen him on this elevator in all the time you’d lived here. 

Jungkook’s eyes came to you again and he stepped closer. It wasn’t imposing or rude, bringing a thickly sweet scent with it. Pulsing energy surrounded him, like the depths of his brown eyes, wide open with curiosity. 

“My place? Promise I’m not psycho.” 

“Oh well..” Your grin trembled as heat swilled over your nape.”With vetting like that, how can I go wrong? I’m sure it’s fine..” 

His giggle in retort was similar as both brows slid up an inch. 

“I’m not a bad boy..” Now he was teasing. 

Then why do you LOOK like one? 

Something in his aura said he was capable of the bad boy ‘tag’. The air of cocky playfulness. A hint of dimple. Bangs dancing over his forehead, and the spritz sweat gathered along his hairline. 

It all added up to a built in duality. Power he might not fully be aware of, and if he was? Heaven help every woman in that office building. 

Judging quietly, you could safely assume Jungkook was dying to get out of that suit jacket and dress shirt—maybe more than you in your getup. For you every article only felt more binding the later the hour. 

“Alright.” You spoke again. “If you’re not, it might be boring but not more than my night at home.” 

You watched Jungkook’s pointer finger stab the Close button on the panel when your floor came. You studied his form next to yours, dull twin reflections in the metal doors. You chalked the rising sensation in your belly up to the elevator climbing once more. 

Swallowing hard, you finished your thought. 

“Show me what you can do, Jungkook.” 

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Jungkook lived 2 floors above you and it shouldn’t have been that much difference. 

But it was. HE was.

Namely his demeanor when the door shut at your back, as you trailed him down the small hall going from the apartment door into the open main space of the apartment. 

More like a suite, you noted, eyes immediately searching for any and all signs that would tell you more about the man whose place you’d crazily agreed to enter. Alone. After barely knowing his name and where he worked. 

As you studied a photo on the wall, you tried to search your memory for his last name, lips working soundlessly. He proved very photogenic too, almost more appealing in a photo than he was standing in that elevator.

Then behind you as his voice came again. 

“My hyungs…” He started, only offering a passive smile when you rounded on both heels. Your ankles went watery when you saw he’d lost the suit jacket. His dress shirt seemed more fitted than you’d first sussed in the limited room of the elevator car. 

Except for the sleeves, which he’d loosened and pushed up to the crook of both elbows. More forehead greeted you. He’d combed his hair back enough it swooped over his temple on one side. A newish look and just as appealing to the shape of his face. 

Jungkook was busy letting his eyes wander you for a moment, then they went to the photo on the wall. He gestured. 

“There. One of my oldest friends.” 

You looked back, vaguely recognizing the face. You’d seen it somewhere–on a magazine cover. In portrait on the executive level suite walls the first day as you walked through briskly, panicking that you were late. 

“Yeah?” Your eyes lingered, noting the man in the photo with Jungkook. A good bit taller, almost beaming. They wore nearly matching suits, hands clasped in a shake. Some kind of award image, you guessed. The dimples made the man’s semi-reserved smile a bit more soft on closer inspection. 

“We don’t see each other as much outside work, but…” Jungkook trailed off, stepping closer to the photo, by your side, studying it with muted pride. You watched him as he gazed at the framed picture.

Whatever was all over this handsome face was–on the surface–unfiltered respect and joy. Who WAS this guy, to Jungkook? Even the ego he let out dimmed a little after a moment, when he reached out to straighten the picture on the wall, then ran two fingers along the top of the frame. 

“Mmmhnn. You’ve met him?” 

You squinted at the photo, then looked at Jungkook. Now he had one hand in his slacks pocket, body swaying just a little. 

You’d hazard a guess. “No. He looks familiar though. He’s your boss?” 

This guy wasn’t YOUR boss and you knew you and Jungkook weren’t on the same level of employment. His place was too crisply decorated with the kind of interior design choices that screamed a big bank account. 

Jungkook’s glance was cursory, then he exhaled in a huff. The cheeky shine was back in his eyes. 

“Namjoon-hyung isn’t my boss.” Eventually he let it slip: the grin that showed pearly whites. Your tongue slid along your own teeth in phantom desire to suddenly feel them. A tingle slipped through your belly at the urge. THAT had never happened before. 

“He IS pretty high up.” Jungkook added. His brows knitted a little. “..To put it mildly. He’s very good at what he does and I can see why he’s in the position.”

“What position?” 

To impress Jungkook something told you Namjoon had to have his shit together in a big way. And a lot of ambition, drive. Focus. Determination. All of those things–things Jungkook was still working on harnessing or growing from deep within himself. 

“Ceo.” 

Straight to the point. 

Enough you looked at the photo again, then leaned in a little, to get a better look. Namjoon WAS handsome. Incredibly. Big and not just in career aspects. His picture surfaced in your memory too. THIS was the one you’d stood at his photo for a moment, to look into those eyes. 

Eyes that seemed to hold a power, even frozen for a permanent moment in time, blown up and framed, on a wall many, many floors up in that huge building you called your workplace. 

It was a little startling when fingers grazed your shoulder. Jungkook’s touch retreated as he took a step back, towards the living room space–and closer to two immaculate looking leather couches. And the largest, most oddly shaped coffee table you’d ever seen: an interesting mix of metal and wood. 

“Enough about that. No point in spending the night talking about the CEO. No one wants to hear THAT..” He beckoned, curling two fingers with particularly ornate tattoos running the backs of both digits and retreated a few more steps. 

“Come..” His voice dipped. 

It was something in how suggestive and demanding he made one word sound. You couldn’t stop yourself, following. 

Jungkook continued to lead until you were both near to the longer couch. He waved that hand in a quiet gesture. As you took a seat, he moved around the further end, following the perimeter. As he walked, he spoke. 

“Are you interested in a drink?”

“Is that your normal routine?” You asked, looking around until you noted the large windows off to the other side, reflecting the starry night sky. The surreal shapes of his furniture and the hanging lights in his kitchen space, glowing like closeup stars in the spotless glass. Beyond it all was the pitch of night, the barest hints of cityscape cutting shapes across the horizon.

It was impressive to be this far up and still have such a great view. You’d never really taken a look out your own windows. It was too much, keeping up with working to afford a place in this building. Rent wasn’t cheap but the perks were amazing, so you kept your head down. 

Until tonight. 

Jungkook’s form swanned into view. He stood in front of you, gazing out the window. 

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to know my routine. I don’t have a routine–persay.” His tone probably curved his lips into a smile. You felt warm and your fingers laced as you clutched both hands, watching his perfect ass in those slacks. And his shoulders as he flexed them back, then groaned out a little, neck twisting left. Then right. His hands flexed, then clenched and he rolled the knuckles until joints popped.

Unconsciously you licked your lips, hungry to get up, walk over there and feel if his ass was as tight as it looked. So much of Jungkook looked firm. Firmer than firm. Rock hard. Combined with his restrained energy, you were really on edge over how intense this young man was proving to be.

And all you’d done was ride the elevator up to his place. 

“I’m fine.” You smiled instead. Fake it til you make it. 

You FELT thirsty but who knew what was in the plans. You should just wait and see. Maybe you’d both be leaving here soon enough. No sense in dirtying a cup for some alcohol. Or water. 

Jungkook turned away from the windows, hands on his hips for a moment. His chin lifted as he studied you down his nose. And frankly, that looked good too–the suddenly displeased look. It was no real danger.

There was some kind of assessment going on. Finally Jungkook’s expression relaxed and he nodded. 

“You change your mind.. Let me know. Hydration is important.” 

“You don’t drink then?” Not really your business but maybe a buzzed Jungkook would be more fun than your friends or a stranger at the club. Both of those types of drunks you’d not seen in a while. Especially trying to be the most clear headed for your new job. 

You were almost a teetotaler, the way you’d sworn off your usual edible to sleep once a week. 

Jungkook paused to slip off his shoes and socks, then continued coming closer. No need to panic. But tell that to your heart, the organ suddenly galloping under your breastbone. You curled fingers over your knee, feeling the sliding heat of your skin when you massaged.

Just a touch out of reach, Jungkook looked down at you again. Unreadable but deadly handsome face solely focused on you. The pressure was palpable from above. 

“I can, if I feel like it. I’m a big believer in doing what I want. You have to go for things in your life, otherwise how will you get them? Sitting around, waiting to have something fall into your lap doesn’t work.”

“Yeah?” You were more of a chicken about it, only recently finding the courage to apply for this job. You’d nearly fainted getting the call that you’d been hired AND cried at the official offer letter. 

“Yes.” Jungkook only waited a moment, unblinking gaze boring through you. Making your insides so hot. And twisting them slowly. You’d be perma-clenched if he kept it up. “You said something in the elevator and I want to know if you meant it.” 

Panicking, your mind scrambled to remember. It wasn’t like you’d had a deep, meaningful conversation behind those brushed metal doors, but you’d said enough. And your nerves had a bad habit of wiping rationality briefly. 

After a deep breath, you straightened, relaxing your grip on your knee. Jungkook watched your hand slide up to your mid thigh to rest there. 

“What was it?” 

“You said ‘Show me what you can do.’...” You did remember saying that and it came with a flutter in your core. You hid your quivering lips with a thin smile. 

“I said that, yes.” 

“You still want that? You want to experience a night with me?” 

You were here, in his place. Essentially there was no going back from that. If you’d said no, gotten up and left, he’d let you–that much was not in question. Eventually you nodded. 

“Are we going out?” You guessed, scooting closer to the edge of the seat cushion before Jungkook’s tisk stopped you. 

“No.” He said, quiet evenly. Simply. “Unless you’re into public stuff?” For a moment Jungkook’s interest flared. He was daring enough, you were starting to suspect a Yes would be acceptable. Maybe even bordering on thrilling. 

He certainly got his kicks getting attention. Keeping attention. He wasn’t just lucky. He was driven and that energy was fed by something: approval or praise of some kind. Whether it be from his friends, bosses or a girl he met and wanted to have some fun with.

The kind of fun you’d read about in the ‘Sexy Encounters That Happened to Me’ section of your latest Cosmopolitan magazine. In fact, you’d dog eared this month’s page, enjoying a particularly up-your-alley recounting of a handsome college student trying to resolve his overdue fines at the library. 

Except tonight it was YOU. 

I’m that girl.

Jungkook was suggesting something that could very well get your own entry on that page, next month, if you took the chance. Hardly seemed real, but your dream job had come to you by taking a risk. You definitely couldn’t pass up enjoying this good looking,pierced opportunity standing over you. 

Loosening his dress shirt a few more buttons as he waited for your answer. It was a long way back from the depths of your mind as you finally blinked, then found the words to respond. 

“I’m not..into public stuff. But.. Yes. You…think you can impress me?” 

Ready or not, you were going to plunge into this and ask Jungkook to show you what HE was all about. What his sex style was like. It wasn’t fair to assume based on his looks. 

One thing was safe to assume: Jungkook was going to leave you weak. 

“I know I can.” He traced the round of your chin to guide your face up more, then leaned down close enough your noses brushed. 

“Have any hard limits?”

“H..hard limits?” You mumbled. Thinking brought nothing to mind. 

Jungkook’s expression softened. “Mmmhmm. Like anything you don’t WANT me to do?” 

“Um..” A plethora of sex images flooded your brain as your eyes closed for a moment. You sank into each, thinking of all the go-to positions you’d watched. Cum to. The ones that made you moan when you dared let them marinate in your consciousness. Ones that dogged you for days, in spite of rumination. 

It’d been such a long time since you’d had a willing person in front of you, so unburdened by any self consciousness or body concerns. Jungkook was more than capable. And WAY more than willing. 

He tickled just under your lower lip and when you chased the tip of that finger, he chewed his lip for a moment, then grunted. 

“Tell me, Y/n. Give me the line and I won’t go over it. We’ll find our edges, if you want to open up to me. Promise I can make you feel good.”

You just wanted to cum. Hard. And frequently. Like you managed alone. And with this hot guy’s help? It’d carry you for years, if that was as long as the next time. If it never happened again? The memory of this night with Jungkook would feed you forever. 

“No..anal.” You finally managed, cheeks rushing with heat. You had some bad experiences in the past. Jungkook’s stare went to your lips and he followed them with his thumb, then cradled your profile. You almost purred. 

“Mmkay. Anything else?” 

“No.”

“You okay with rough sex? Intense?”

“I’m not sure what that really is..” You admitted. 

Jungkook’s lips quirked then his tongue caressed a canine as he chuckled. “Fast. Deep. A little..forceful. I’ll keep an eye on that and we’ll see how you respond, hmm?” 

You couldn’t nod, but it like you did as your senses swam. Now he’d moved onto playing with your lower lip, tugging with his thumb and watching it bounce free. 

“Preferences on condoms?” 

“What–” 

“Some people have sensitivities. Allergies. I have lots of options. And I want to respect if protected sex is your thing too.” 

It was but.. Something in the back of your mind nibbled. Casting shyness aside, you sucked in a breath as Jungkook’s thumb tip crested your upper lip and followed from one side to the other. He looked mesmerized and so hungry. 

“If I said none?” He stilled. His lids fluttered. 

“You mean…raw?” You nodded and Jungkook swallowed through a groan. “I can do that. I’m clean. You’re telling me you are too?” 

“It’s been long enough–it’d be a miracle if I had anything.” 

You wanted to feel every inch of this man and you wouldn’t let common sense get in the way. One night of pure enjoyment, unblocked by the helpful, sensible barrier of a condom, wouldn’t be the worst mistake you’d made. If he’d had any doubt you could go downstairs to your place and grab your last test results. 

“Well..anything is possible..” He grinned. “But..I’ll trust you. Raw it is.” He pulled back then, standing tall. You felt pure delight shaking your limbs when he let out a sighing ‘Fucking hell’ as he turned away. 

As much as you wanted to feel it, he seemed to love it even more--a relief to you.

But somehow you suspected he’d move beyond it and was already getting things rolling–the way he strolled towards the living room lamp. A moment near it, then it shut off and he turned back. As Jungkook walked closer, he focused on opening the shirt buttons faster. 

Almost fluid motions and he had the material wide apart, tugging it from the waist of his slacks. As he shrugged it off to reveal his bare upper body, you managed to rise to your feet. The trouble standing had gotten a lot worse. 

“Anything else?” He inquired, quiet and low. His voice had gained a delightful husk. You studied the smooth plane of his chest and his full sleeve of beautifully done tattoos pulled your focus. 

“No.” 

“How about being licked? You like your pussy sucked?” 

Oh my god. Your knees trembled so badly you wobbled and Jungkook’s head canted as he studied you but otherwise said nothing. You knew by his smirk–he was enjoying the effect of his boldness. You should expect nothing less than direct questions. 

“Yeah.” You squeaked.

“Good. I love that. Could do it all night but…” He trailed off, slipping around you and gripped your shoulders, turning you towards the windows. His breath tickled your earlobe. He pecked there briefly and you almost whined. “..I’ve got other things in mind. It’s been a minute..” 

“Oh?” You blinked, the world beyond the windows had become suffocating blackness with the occasional swaying specks of starlight. Every sense narrowed to those tiny anchors for dear life as Jungkook’s fingers moved to the back of your skirt. Opened the button, then slid the zipper down. It was so quiet here you could hear the slider moving through the teeth.

The skirt drooped, comically wide and he chased it down your hips until it was a heap around your feet.

“Heels on, just a bit longer.” Jungkook crooned against your shoulder, then kissed. He wanted to have you with heels on? That was a ‘never-done’ that you’d wondered about for sure.  

You were boiling inside, wanting to tear this stupid thing off, but he was already working at gathering the top. Pulling it up and off your body, then hanging it casually along the back of the couch. 

As he guided the bra straps down your arms, you trembled a little more. His lips pressed again, sucking lightly. He kissed again, popping off near where your neck and shoulder met. You almost tipped over, but his grip on your sides kept you even.

The bra came undone at the back and he cupped your breasts from behind, palms sliding up underneath to cradle both round shapes. At first he was soft as he kneaded, then he gave a firm squeeze and his fingers found both nipples. Instantly perked, perfect to capture between two digits apiece. 

He pinched lightly. You shuddered. When he tugged, you moaned. Once your verbal seal was broken, the sounds could come freely now. Jungkook pinched again and flicked the tips of both nipples. 

Your ass pushed into his hips and he rolled himself forward, snarling. 

“Like that, hmm? You have beautiful nipples. Want them in my mouth.” He gave your breasts a final, firm squeeze, then his hands slid away. “Turn around.” 

When you faced him, Jungkook’s head dipped and he instantly sucked all of your right nipple into his mouth. His suction was unholy. This time your knees did give out as you withered. All you could do was cradle his head and hold on. And all that did was encourage him to slip off, open wide, and dive right back on. 

He sucked with a deep groan, then lapped as the tight point when he pulled away. 

“Mmnnn…you taste amazing. Let’s not keep the other one waiting. I’m all about being equitable.” He grinned at his own humor but it went right over your head. As Jungkook savaged your left nipple, you almost climbed his body. 

You wiggled and wormed against his front but Jungkook took it like a champ. Standing strong, unyielding as he nibbled your skin. Bit. Tugged with strong lips. Your thigh hitched over his hip and he rolled into you again, palming one ass cheek. 

It wasn’t much longer before he pulled back again, appraising your shining nipples as your breasts shook with heaving breaths. Your head spun. You’d begun to wonder if you’d bitten off more than you could chew with this man. 

He was already far and beyond anyone else you’d let give your breasts any kind of attention.

“So fucking pretty. God..” Jungkook pried your leg from his hip, then fondled your breasts again, pushing flesh around until the swells were crushed impossibly close, then his eyes went to your face. 

“Wanna fuck through these pretty tits. We’ll see, though. Bet they’d look so good with my cum all over them. But…” Another cheeky grin. He was truly unbelievable, especially when he backed away. “..For now—” 

How easy it was for him to back off and reel things in while you were just here, going to pieces, drop by drop from your aching pussy. That was one testament to how Jungkook had managed his life and career as far as he had. 

You swayed, eyes wide and mouth vaguely open. When you reached for the waist of your panties, Jungkook shook his head, going stoic. He made a flourish with his hand. You could have been sex drunk already–it HAD to be hormones. 

He hadn’t just pointed to the table in front of the couches. When you did move and he did it again, you were sure. 

“There.” You heard the snap of fingers. Right now that didn’t bother you. It was actually a little bit more than hot that he was bossy. He knew what he wanted and you HAD told him to impress you. 

You barely made it there, standing, staring at the expanse of wood surface, with the metal edging. Aligning himself against your back, you felt Jungkook’s bare chest as he gathered your hair away from your neck and bit gently. 

“Bend over for me.” 

Your palms hit the table with a muted thump. It was sturdier than you’d expected, without a single questionable wobble in any spot. Jungkook lowered, grasped the back of your right calf, then brought your shin up to rest on the table too. At this angle your hips were canted oddly, but you felt wide open.

Jungkook was intentional in pressure and speed as he lazily traced his pointed finger right down the center of your panty panel. 

“Fucking soaked right through, aren’t you? God.. I can’t WAIT..” He spoke aloud, without a care if you listened. You focused on your fingers, twitching and curling helpless on the tabletop as your panties slid sharply to one side. He tugged it all hard, neatly guiding the thinly gathered material over your hip to keep it in place. 

A hot exhale raced over your folds and you let your hips sway, lunging back towards his face. 

Jungkook met it with a broad lick that opened and spread your skin in a single action. When your slick found his mouth, his palms braced high on the backs of both thighs. He dug thumbs into soaked skin, pulling you open more. 

When he’d said he loved pussy sucking, he hadn’t been blowing smoke. No exaggeration, the way this man’s tongue lashed through you and his lips found your opening. He sucked like he was trying to get the last gulps from the bottom of a tall glass of water. 

His tongue stabbed into you between breaks of torturing your clit with spirals. He pulled away again, thumbs dug deep into slippery flesh, keeping your pussy spread so he could study his work. 

“Look how fucking WET you are..jesus..” 

A glob of wetness hit your skin as Jungkook spit on your coated sex, then chased it up to your opening and tucked it deep with his tongue. Moan muffled, he was face deep, jaw working. He pushed so hard your body rocked dangerously forward.

Your nails scraped and you howled, ass twitching. Pleasure was flooding through you. Your arms shook wildly as you sputtered. Nothing sensible came out. As suddenly as he started, Jungkook was away again. 

At least he was still behind you by the sound of leather cracking. Jungkook exhaled in a growl. 

“LOVE pussies this wet. You’ve got such a sweet one. …You know that? Feel fucking drunk on your taste..” As he shuffled behind you, fabric rustled. 

No sooner, Jungkook was back, nudging your knee on the table wider, then leaning over your back. The added pressure had your arm muscles screaming for relief. You whimpered, eyes barely open as you stared at a section of the couch.

A hand followed your body line up to your shoulder, then ventured down to your wrist. Pulled that hand back. You had no choice, letting your face come to rest on the tabletop. It was cool against your skin. Jungkook took the other wrist shortly after and brought them together at the small of your back. 

You recognized the thick, hot rod shape sweeping against the inside of your thigh as he leaned at an angle. Leather wrapped your wrists and you found yourself unable to move when he was done. Your hands clenched into fists and Jungkook looped a finger through the binding he’d fashioned. 

A tug brought your upper body off the table for a moment, then he let you fall back down, hand exploring between your ass and his belly. He found what he sought: his cock, gripping firmly and sliding from base to tip, then back again. 

“You’re going to look so good stuffed with my cock, baby. I like seeing your wrists like this–the way it makes your body so perfectly spread out. All over my coffee table… God..” As he stroked, Jungkook talked to your back, again leaning over you enough you could feel his heat. Smell his cologne and the tinge of your own perfume, melting into the sweat your skin was building.

 You jumped a little as a flash of heat pinched your skin from Jungkook’s spank to your ass. He stroked the warmed skin, then kneaded in enjoyment when you leaned into his touch. You LOVED being this spread and you hadn’t ever really considered it. 

This WAS the height of scandalous with someone you’d only just known. And it was about to get a lot more whorish, if you fevered brain could trust he’d deliver on the terms of his promise to impress you.

Jungkook checked his alignment as he gripped the belt around your wrist, guiding his tip over your crack, then laying the tip right against your opening. When you felt that blunt shape, your thighs shivered. Your foot wobbled in the heel still stabbing into the carpet beyond the table. 

Jungkook leaned in more, watching his cock sink into you. Spread your flesh wider and wider as your greedy pussy swallowed every inch. Finally bottoming out, he gave you another swat, then eased back until the tip was barely held by your clinging muscles. 

He braced a knee outside of yours on the table. A hard tug at your wrists and he grunted. 

“Fuck me back. Show me you can work a cock. Use it. I like it when a girl knows how to fuck me.” 

You clenched so hard as you slid down, it took some effort, but as soon as you hit base again, Jungkook’s booming moan erupted. Immediately he tugged the belt again and your ass ricocheted up. The down, over and over. 

It wasn’t long before you found a steady pace. Unlike your past experiences, Jungkook didn’t believe in shallow, cautious thrusts. He wanted to feel every inch. Your ass collided with his belly and his hand clapped onto your hip. He hauled you towards his snapping thrusts. 

In and out, you bounded along towards more and more pleasure building up a fat, menacing knot in your belly. Your hips ached, pain riding up your inner thighs with how wide you were splaying, the more he got into it.

Your face turned the other way, blinking away blurriness. The sky shuddered with your body. Jungkook’s nails scraped over your skin as he groped on your bound wrists, then roared in pleasure. 

His head kicked back, long neck stretched in the barely lit room, form drilling into you and lined in moonlight. You watched a blinking light crawling across the far off skyline until it faded as pleasure condensed into a burning point between your hips.

Jungkook’s grip rose from your hip to your natural waist, going so tight it was almost bruising. He held onto you, goading between every other panting breath. 

“So tight.. You’re gonna make me cum. Do it just like this…baby. Don’t..stop..” 

You couldn’t help it as you let out a cry. Drove yourself back into him so hard you nearly bit your tongue in half. Your spine flexed, popping here and there. Every part of you below the waist was running hot–overheating. Widening in preparation for a massive expulsion of energy--- of more than that. 

Your skin squealed across the tabletop, stinging but you hardly felt it, nails digging into your palms. Drool trickled from the corner of your mouth as you mewled low from your belly when Jungkook stabbed up into your g spot. Lightning flash behind your lids and at the back of your mind. 

He went even harder, winding a fist through your hair, pulling you up right at the moment you came. 

Your scream erupted, bouncing out and up as he brought you upright, back against his front. Your body seized and he cooed and stayed deep. So much pressure was built and released. Then he slid back enough, fluid escaped.

Trickled down his balls. Dripped onto the table as your body went into convulsion and stayed that way. For a moment you could only scream until no sound came out. Bliss finally faded, with the last droplets splashing onto the table. 

It was then Jungkook nestled his face into the crook of your neck, to one side. His hips started up again and he moaned non-stop, fucking into your soaked, fluttering walls as you swayed, eyes screwed shut. Head and heart twined in a mutual spiral. 

You jerked and bounced as Jungkook savaged your cunt with another few minutes of pumping that was all power before he drove deep and stopped with a barked ‘Fuckkkkkk’. Shuddering, he wrapped arms around your middle and hugged you tight. 

Time passed. Your senses returned enough you were aware of the ache radiating in your knee on the hard table surface, a second different pain rising up your stretched leg. 

Slowly Jungkook’s head came up and he sighed along your neck, hand working at your wrists. When they were free, you brought them around and rubbed both wrists in turn. No need to look to know there’d be marks. 

And that was so much NOT a problem right now. 

Finally you swallowed a few times, coughing out the dryness deep in your throat–enough to speak. 

“..D..did I mess up your table?” You definitely didn’t want to look down. Depending on how his tone was, you’d know if you should prepare to pay for refinishing and likely plan for it to impact your budget. On his salary, you knew this was no local cheap furniture store bargain find. 

“Mnnn..” Jungkook nosed your nape and kissed there, then carefully guided you onto the couch. He could move you far too easily and did so, manipulating your body until you were flat out. He had no resistance as he raised your calves semi-vertical, removed your heels, then hugged your legs to his chest. 

He was even more like a diamond god: sparkling at the edges of his whole body. Fingers slid through his hair, combing back strands now wet at the ends. His lips pressed grazed your ankle and the pierced brow arched at your squirming.

“Fuck the table.” He concluded. “Let’s talk about what you did… You came.” 

“Yeah.” 

No denying. 

If he had upstairs neighbors, they’d have been able to confirm that too. Downstairs neighbors as well. The blush on your chest increased as you considered just how loud you’d both been. The smack of skin was undeniable and Jungkook seemed hell bent on making that sound more than anything else. 

Jungkook’s stolen glance to the table was short lived. He wore a pleased smirk and added another kiss to your other ankle, then leaned closer. So close he was easily guiding your calves over each shoulder.

You weren’t that flexible but you HAD always admired that position in videos. He stopped when your brows tense together in pain, but he didn’t back off, sliding a hand along the back of the couch, giving himself something to lean against. Content to keep you nicely trapped. 

“You’re a squirter?” He asked but it was more like notation. 

“Yeah.” Again, he had you there. You couldn’t exactly protest otherwise. It just hadn’t been something you’d bothered to manage with many partners–one night or long term. 

“That’s so sexy. God..” His fingers traced your belly, then slid down and graced over your lips there, playing through the slick, sweet stickiness. He brought those fingers back to his lips and suckled both clean, peering at you through them the whole time. 

“I’ll get you some water…” Like he didn’t need any. You reached down towards your panties, realizing the material he’d tucked aside had now worked its way back and was cutting painfully tight along your mound. 

Jungkook looked there and offered a sheepish grin. You’d never seen someone manage to strip panties off as quickly as this man, at this moment. Instead of tossing them over where your skirt and blouse were a forlorn heap, Jungkook shook them out and studied the crotch.

Then he glanced at you. Your heart raced against as you watched him briefly pressed the center panel over his nose and mouth, drawing deep. He groaned quietly and exhaled, then laid them neatly over the couch back. 

“You…”

“What?” Jungkook teased. “...Objection? Did you forget I was face deep between your legs? I love how you taste. How you smell..” 

“But..my panties?” 

“Why not?” 

“It’s…nasty.” Jungkook didn’t bat an eyelash. 

“I don’t think so. It’s you–and frankly I’d put them back on you and do it all over again. If you want. Or…we can leave them off the rest of the night and I’ll have ready access to this amazing pussy, every round.” 

“Woah..” You squirmed again, more from fresh arousal stirring your depths again. Already. 

A clench passed through you, only releasing enough to let you exhale. You were already throbbing as Jungkook’s thumb traced your mound. The betrayal of your hips raising you towards his touch was unfathomable …but it really shouldn’t be. 

“You think I—” He paused, scoffing in confusion, then pure joy at something he knew. That you were about to learn, in the night still to unfold over hours remaining. “...We…You think we’re one and done? I don’t do …once.” 

God. He wasn’t kidding. He used the word ‘impress’ and he MEANT it. Never had a word been so wide open for interpretation.

You wanted to know more—experience more of Jungkook. Just maybe on a softer, more open surface. Like..his bed. 

You glanced towards the hallway, the other direction from his apartment door. Jungkook followed your eyes, then let your legs slide free. Naturally they fell on either side of his hips as his hands rested on the tops of your thighs. 

“You want to take this to the bed?” He didn’t have to guess and it was more a ‘right now?’ than a question of if. You sputtered again, struggling to brace up on your elbows.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing what your bed is like.” You could confide the wonder. And how good would it feel to wrap around him and be under his driving cock, in the wide open, built-for-it space of Jungkook’s bed. 

You’d bed he had a sturdy bed frame. Maybe the headboard had rails for dripping. And pillows to jam under hips. Or push your face into  and scream as he fucked you senseless. Would he be less likely to make you squirt if it risked his expensive sheets? Because he HAD expensive sheets–no way he didn’t. 

Jungkook’s hand cupped the back of your neck as he leaned down and joined your lips. It was a full tongue kiss, sweeping into your mouth and playing along until he broke free with a smile. And you sank back with a slow blinking moan of confusion. 

“It’s not a bad bed. It can handle some rough stuff. Why don’t you head that way and I’ll follow. I’ll bring some water. When you get in there, go to the door on the left side, near the corner. That’s the bathroom. Grab a towel.” 

Why would he ask for that? But you had a sense, taking a shy peek when Jungkook cleared away from you and the couch, leaving your eyes room to go to the tabletop and take in the sheer volume of fluid still pooled there. 

Just like what you felt suddenly stressing your folds and making a treacherous creep down the inside of one thigh. 

I’m not that kind of girl. Except tonight you were.

You VERY MUCH that kind of girl. Jungkook’s kind, it seemed. It was so hot. You’d never done so much, but you’d never met someone like him.

Whatever effect this had on work life–that was a problem for the You of tomorrow. You didn’t HAVE to explain yourself to anyone else right now.

No one but you and Jungkook even knew what was happening, and it suited the situation perfectly. Didn’t seem like far out thinking and long term effect was his concern, so you didn’t make it yours. 

Instead Jungkook, and his naked ass without a single jiggle, strolled across the space like he was born to be naked. It was all the same: clothes or not. His bare footsteps padded onto tile as his form dipped into the darkened space beyond the doorway.

A moment later, catching you in mid search, on shaking legs, for your clothes, face pinched but tone pleasantly scolding. 

“Don’t worry about that stuff. Get to the bedroom. I’ll take care of you. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover. You want to be impressed, then you leave EVERYTHING to me.”

Insatiable (Jungkook x Reader)

Word Count: 7.0k(ish)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: drinking (one drink), oral sex (female receiving), tongue fucking/clit sucking, dirty talk, orgasms (lots for her, wet and squirting, and his), rough/intense sex, standing doggy style sex/missionary sex, spanking (with cock), hair pulling, praise/body worship, filmed fucking/sex, Jungkook is a kinky boy, unprotected sex, creampie, talking about watching porn/confessions of watching porn and porn preferences, director Jungkook, questionable ethical stuff (you're both working at same place and he's above you).

If I forgot some, I'm sorry.

Genre: Strangers to lovers, PwP

AUs: CEO BTS

Summary: Once with Jungkook isn't enough. There's a reason they all talk about him and keep trying to come back. You're about to experience more of him than most get.

Author’s Note: I got a serious wild hair to write ANOTHER CEO AU Jungkook installment because my god he's HOT. He wouldn't quit hanging around in my brain. I finally got out of horny jail with this one.

I didn't do much of a proof-read. I tried to catch typos. Ignore if you find any. It ain't perfect but it's about the action.

This continues the adventure from Impress You.

Enjoy and suffer with me. Also please tell Jungkook to leave me alone now.

Thank you for reading, giving kudos/likes, or even reblogs (if you feel it's worthy).

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“So you’re telling me you’ve seen his place?” 

The incredulous look wasn’t offensive, which was good because you’d never seen your friend look more shocked AND jealous. It was nice to be the subject of envy like this. Usually SHE had the tales to tell when it came to this kind of thing.

You studied her expression, quietly basking in it before you spoke, leaned closer to her to be sure she could hear over the impressive din of the club music. 

“Yep. Spent the night too. I could tell you what the kitchen looks like.” 

You could tell her A LOT of the layout about Jungkook’s place, but the way her eyes shone when she pulled back, you knew exactly what room was highest on her list of want-to-know. 

“I don’t know, Y/n. What if you’re bullshitting? You know how many girls in our office want to see this guy’s place…his—” She trailed off, tucking a straw between her lips then tightening them salaciously around the red shape. As they slid down slowly, her lids lowered. 

She was thirsty and it wasn’t just for the mimosa in her glass. You loved it. She was lost in that hazy what-if, her hormones taking her miles away until you reached across the table and patted the nearer hand. 

“I’m not. I promise. I don’t have photo proof but—” You didn’t finish, taking a sip of your drink. There wasn’t much left, but what you’d already consumed was going straight to your head, leaving your senses sparkly and light.

You’d never felt so relaxed. 

You took a scan of the surroundings, then focused on the dance floor. It seemed like hundreds of shadowing forms swayed, bounced and shimmied to the beat. Quietly humming along, your toes tapped against the floor. 

Your friend’s daggering stare went mostly unnoticed.

“Y/n..” 

“Hmm?” You barely looked. Enough to get that face pinched with curiosity into your peripherals. The more she sat there looking openly curious and eager for the meat of the story, the bigger your pride and ego swelled. 

“You should go to his place again. I want a memento. GOD I want to know what it was like. Why won’t you tell me?” 

“You saw the look on my face the next day at work. I think it was pretty clear.” 

“Yeah I did. I suck at filling in the blanks. We’re work friends and you kind of..owe me.” 

“Doubt that.” You were in no shame to do the calculus required to figure out how she was owed ANY level of information. Voluntary information. Instead you grinned, then tipped the remains of the drink down your throat. Empty glass on the table, with an authoritative thunk, you turned towards the dancefloor. 

“It’s getting late. One more dance, then we’ll go home.” 

Your friend’s shoulders slumped. She would have to like not getting the full story, just yet. She took your extended hand, pout fully displayed and ineffective as you tugged her off her seat to stand. 

“Don’t be like that.” She mumbled as you tugged her closer and looked ahead to quietly navigating a way through the sea of bodies separating you from the dance floor. 

“I think you’ll survive this grave disappointment.” No one had ever died from lack of debriefing, you decided. Your friend wouldn’t be the first. It had to be some kind of misconduct anyway and you probably shouldn’t REALLY share even as much as you had. 

“Hmmph.” She mumbled and followed you closely as you made your way. When you paused again, at the edge of the dancefloor, she spoke once more. “If it were ME…I’d have proof.” 

But it wasn’t you. It was me. Even if it was once, that fact carried you. Inhaling, your head spun as you lurched forward, slipping through the crowd. 

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You couldn’t blame the drink as you watched the indicator over the elevator door, creeping slowly with the twinning ding. Facts were facts: you’d gotten back to the apartment building and you’d gotten onto this elevator.

Pressed the button with full knowledge and less hesitation than you’d ever had. Finally the car stopped as this ding resounded. The doors opened and you stepped out into the hall. 

This wasn’t your floor. It was his. 

You peered down the length of space stretching away, to that door. That familiar number. You’d been thinking about Jungkook since you’d left the club. Or maybe before you even got there, but until leaving the urge hadn’t been loud enough you couldn’t think. 

Walking quietly, you headed for his door and stopped in front of it. For a moment you stared into the shining ebony of the door’s surface. Gold numbers. Gold knob. Your hand clenched as you raised it and rapped knuckles just center of the door. 

It was quiet. Maybe too quiet–for a moment nothing happened as you stood. Staring. Almost making your own shape out against the light bouncing off from overhead. Your door didn’t look like this. Even the carpeting in this hall was a bit nicer. 

What a difference two floors made. 

And what a contrast, when the door finally opened. 

Jungkook’s face was even as he came into view. That changed when he saw you. For a moment you locked eyes, then it began at his mouth: the creeping curve at both ends. The low lids rising and the brows too, disappearing under the shaggy mess of his bangs. 

His head canted, hips tilting the other way just a touch. 

Much more noticeable in the fitted joggers. Your memory of his body was coming much clearer studying his upper body in a semi-fitted t-shirt. Of course he was barefooted–you’d be the same way at home. 

Jungkook’s eyes took down your body, then came back up and he locked eyes again. 

“Y/n.” He finally drawled, flashing a bigger grin. The pierced brow arched sharply. “What’s up?”

“I remembered where you lived.” 

Jungkook chuckled. “Not a challenge since we live in the same building. These doors DO look alike, though. Well done.” 

You loved how he kept looking at your chest. The low cut of the front revealed enough of the tops of both breasts and the warmth of the club had added a dewy layer that the muggy night outside hadn’t eradicated. 

You inhaled on purpose, tossing your hair. That made his nostrils flare. It felt good to be flirty. You’d not done it in so long and Jungkook being as bold as he’d been in the elevator before–the memory dogged you all night. Emboldened you now. 

Along with the image of your friend’s eager eyes, flaring as you told her nothing but remembered it all. 

It seemed Jungkook was in the same mental place, his pupils wider as he slipped back a step, letting his door swing open enough. 

“You didn’t go out tonight?” 

You’d state the obvious and nodded when Jungkook affirmed with a bob of the head. His hair looked a little more fluffy and messy. You wondered if he’d showered. Then your mind seized on the image of his skin, wet and twisting as he rubbed his limbs, soaping up long stretches of muscled skin. 

“Nope. Not in the mood.” He turned half away, forearm braced into the door frame, slowly looking towards the inside of his place. From your spot in the hallway, you could see right into the space. 

You saw the edge of the couch from before. The sharp corner of that coffee table. Your pussy throbbed in heat, then pressure kept in.

“Looks like you did.” 

“Yeah. It was alright.” You sighed. Waited a moment, watching Jungkook’s profile, lit up by light flashing from further into the space. Like he had the TV on and was doing the lazy kind of thing you usually did on any given night. 

You’d absolutely expected him to be out tonight too. 

“You’re done for the night?” He asked, finally looking back. He said nothing at how his door was almost fully open now. A cinnamony heaven scent rolled from the interior of his space, washing over you. 

You wanted to groan when Jungkook swallowed, lips parting as he glanced at your legs. 

“I guess. You…want some company?” 

That made Jungkook straighten and he tossed his head this time. 

“Mnn…I could use the company. Been wondering when you’d come back.” 

“When?” You blinked, then smirked. “What makes you think I would?” He wasn’t wrong, but you asked anyway. You DARED him to explain himself.  

Jungkook laughed softly, then motioned to you in the doorway. “..Here you are. I didn’t call or text.” 

“True.” You replied. “...Is it okay?” Jungkook didn’t leave time for doubt to creep in. Or self consciousness, as he leaned away further and beckoned with the two fingers.

“More than ‘Okay’. Come…” Tightness seized your walls when he growled the word, coupled with the haze in his eyes as he leveled a glare under the lines of his brows. “Been waiting for you..” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mnhmm.” He hummed as you stepped over the threshold. The door shut at your back and the lock clicked. A moment later Jungkook crept up to your back, chest brushing. Firm. Warm, like his breath on your nape. “...Knew you’d be back.” 

Fuck ME…I can’t believe how good he sounds without doing anything. You might be in trouble but right now? The concern or hesitation was buried so far down. Whatever you wanted, Jungkook was open to it all, it seemed. 

A risk this high was paying an even higher reward. 

You wanted to lean back into Jungkook but resisted, letting the tremble out through twitching fingers, arms at your sides.

He came around and faced you, then held out a hand. When you took it, he started to back up. 

“If you’re going to be up a little longer..we can hang out?” You suggested, cheeks fiery. Jungkook bangs danced with his nod. “..Looks like you could show me how you spend your evenings at home, since you’re not the clubbing type.”

“I’m an everything type.” 

He tugged you firmly, making a delightful stumble as you tipped forward and fell into a pace matching his backward stroll. His expression disappeared as shadows engulfed his retreating form. Soon you slipped into the darkened hall beyond the door, heading for the light at the far end.

The way he was dressed, you doubted he might have anything exciting in pocket, but you’d accept the dare. Afterall, you’d shown up at HIS door. Basically propositioned him this time. And like before, Jungkook wasn’t backing down. 

In fact he was all too happy to snap up the offer. You steeled yourself, chin lifting, staring at his haloed form in the approaching light deeper inside his place–the glow growing step by step.  

“..Down to show you just how much..” 

His grip tightened and your mouth watered. You wanted every inch of this tatted, youthful body wrapped around you. The dam was going to break and Jungkook was looking very much like he wanted nothing more than to bust it himself. 

As he was at work and the first time you’d been with him, he was consistent: fearless. Eager. Determined, with fire in his eyes. Left you without doubt. He could more than handle whatever came his way. 

Jungkook let go of your hand as you both entered the living room space, but he kept walking, heading towards the hallway. 

Your eyes went to the TV and you noted a screensaver filling the wide screen. When Jungkook paused at the hall’s end and looked back at you, you motioned to the television.

“..Were you watching something? We can finish the show you turned on..” 

The way Jungkook’s smile faded as his gaze moved to there, then returned to you, it had you holding your breath. Butterflies tittered in your belly when he shrugged. 

“Same old stuff. Would rather have some fun with you.” 

“I mean I’m down for a show..” You tried to be tactful.

Not that you’d come over to binge watch some mindless show with him. A hot guy like Jungkook, letting you in his place, just to spend an evening watching some crappy Netflix produced schlock? You’d be the dumbest woman on the planet if you really did that. 

Jungkook paused again, then turned around to face you entirely. You watched his fingers traced the doorway frame, his eyes following the tips of those digits rising slowly. 

“It’s not a show.” He paused, tongue prodding the inside of one cheek. He waited long enough you almost asked, then intentionally fixed his stare right into your eyes. “..You’d watch with me?” 

“I mean, yeah. Why not? I like watching pretty much anything.” You were fibbing a bit but anything, cuddled close to Jungkook? That was a fair trade–and then some. You added a nod. 

“It’s not kid’s stuff.” 

“Of course not.” You chortled. “You aren’t a kid.” 

“Mnnn.” He inhaled, then worked the inside of the other cheek. His hand dropped from the door frame and he beckoned you closer. You came close enough his touch found your chin, guiding your head back so he could peer down.

Your belly tensed. Jungkook spread your lips with a stroke of his thumb and whine slipped free. He wedged the pad down and pulled skin wider as his mouth opened more. 

“I can tell you what I was watching and YOU can tell me if you still want to watch. Deal?” You did nod too much, desperate to keep his touch exactly where it was. “Good.” Pearly whites flashed, shining almost as much as that piercing near one corner of his lower lip. He was making you flood and he just did bare minimum. 

“I was watching porn.” 

“P…porn?” You gasped. Jungkook’s thumb dipped into your mouth and you resisted the urge to suck. He painted the wet fingertip across your lips and leaned closer. Enough the tips of his bangs ghosted your t zone. 

“Mmnhm. You watch porn too?” 

“Yeah.” Admitting it to someone as sexy as Jungkook? Imagining him splayed here on his couch, cupping himself as he studied some beautiful woman’s undoing on a professional cock? Arousal roared. 

You couldn’t ponder it for long or you’d make even more noise. And it might be a bit too much, even for the most patient and turn-a-blind-eye neighbors.

“Fuck that’s so sexy… I like that.” He purred, then stole a side long glare at the television. Instead of moving to the couch, he straightened. One side of his mouth ratcheted higher. A truly cheeky grin. Devilish, even. 

“If I told you they were videos I made, would that change your opinion?” 

“You made—you film yourself fucking?” It was moot to ask when you knew that’s exactly what he meant. 

“Yes.”

“That wouldn’t change things.” You replied, barely managing to speak for the pressure in your chest. Your pussy was fully aching, now. The end result of thinking about Jungkook’s stroke game since waking up this morning. You weren’t in any less pain.

Jungkook studied the glossy tip of his thumb after it came out of your mouth a second time, then he painted a straight line down your chin and finally released you, speaking. 

“I like something to remember my partners by. Not all of them, of course. If that’s not your thing, I don’t fault anyone for that.” 

“Who said it wasn’t?” You retorted, heart thundering. You’d never explored that with anyone but you’d watched enough POV movies that the curiosity and interest was there. Something about the personal nature of the homegrown, POV aspects really did it for you. 

Your core fluttered as Jungkook combed his hair back, jaw firm and flexing in a delightful energy. 

“What are you saying, Y/n?” You didn’t reply, doing your best smirk in spite of a tremble in your lips. Jungkook’s smile fell. Suddenly he looked serious, but SO sexy, the way his lids sat low again. A growl rippled in his chest. 

“I think you know.” 

“Do I?” Jungkook took a longer look at the couch, then the hallway, then you. “You want to make a video with me?”

Ding ding. “We’ll have fun?” You could safely assume it wasn’t a concern you needed to have. He’d see it as a challenge he could meet with his eyes closed, having figured out enough about Jungkook’s drive to be the best. 

“Promise.” With a laugh, he nodded. 

“...And you’ll give me a copy?” 

“Fuck…Y/n…” From the way his lids fluttered and his Adam’s apple jerked, you’d gotten him good. The swallow was hard and audible. No lying to yourself: it felt GREAT to surprise Jeon Jungkook.

He chewed his lip for a moment, then finally nodded. 

“Yeah.. As many as you want.” 

“Just need one.” You smiled. “Maybe I’ll watch it later and—” 

He groaned. “Jesus… Stop. You’re killing me.” 

“Maybe YOU’ll watch it later–” You gestured to the TV, the screensaver sending pulses of color across the walls and ceiling. “..On here?”

Wouldn’t that be the ultimate compliment: Jungkook stroking himself, eyes and entire consciousness fixed on your performance, preserved for all time digitally and replaying before him. 

To inspire the same feelings and the same end.  

Jungkook’s hands were at the bottom of his shirt, gathering the fabric as he slowly paced backwards, down the hall. 

“I guarantee I will.” 

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The bedroom door was left open as Jungkook came in after you. 

At a loss where to go, you stood somewhere in the middle. Something looked different about the space but you couldn’t quite put a finger on exactly what it was. You supposed it didn’t matter, hearing Jungkook soft humming as he walked to the standing mirror by the farthest corner from the doorway. 

As he watched himself in the mirror, he peeled off his shirt and you took a shameless look at his naked back. Just as muscled as you remembered. He half folded the shirt and laid it atop the dresser, then checked you over his shoulder. 

“You’ve never done this before?” 

“No.” Lacking something to do with your hands, you fidgeted for a bit, picking at the hem of your dress skirt. Slowly you stepped out of your heels. You figured if Jungkook wanted you in those, he’d have said so before you got into this room. 

“Take a seat on the bed, at the end.” Jungkook spoke as he walked by again,heading for a large closet. A walk-in style, as you watched him turn the light on and step inside. Impressive enough, the way rods with garments neatly on hangers disappeared from view, wrapping into the depths, when you leaned a little to peek. 

By the time he came back out, camcorder in hand, you were sitting pretty. As you watched, he approached a tripod nearby. He moved it nearer, but just out of reach. Your legs crossed. A delightful tightness returned–a nice change from the dull throb you’d been suffering under. 

He WASN’T kidding when he said he liked to film. The man had a setup going, at least. Still amateur enough, but passionate. 

Jungkook turned to face you, smile returning as he opened the LCD screen, then thumbed a button on that same side. A small indicator light on the side lit up, first red, then green. The whirring sound of mechanical focus carried faintly over. 

He glared into the small screen, tugging at his lower lip with a gentle bite as a groan erupted. 

“I’m glad I get to do this with you, Y/n.” He spoke to you without looking up, still focused on what he saw in that tiny square of a screen.

Somehow that turned you on more but shyness was enough you stared at your knees. They bobbed as you bounced them for a moment. 

This time Jungkook’s tone was more soothing. A few levels deeper and clear–he spoke up. 

“Look at me. Look here..” When you looked ahead to him, right into the camera, his chin tilted. “Mmhmmm. Good. Now—” He stepped closer and knelt. You couldn’t help noticing how the joggers tightened so nicely over his muscled thighs. Your thighs squeezed together, completely without awareness on your part.

“---Say your name, for me.”

“Y/n..” You murmured. 

“Y/n… My beautiful friend. We’ve met before, haven’t we?” 

You nodded. 

“And did you have a good time, last time?” 

“Yeah.” You inhaled, then let a quiet moan slip. Why was this making you beyond perma-tight? You’d tried to inhale but couldn’t take a full breath. 

“Mnnnn..I did too. You have a beautiful body. Can you stand up? I want to see it.” He held out his free hand to assist and you took it. As he raised your arm to spin you, the camcorder moved down, panning the length of your body. 

He hovered at your ass when your back was to him. 

“You have an immaculate ass too.” He took another step back and squatted again. “Can I see? Show me?” His voice was thick with arousal.

You wanted to grab and feel how hard he must be–if it was anything like his tone implied. 

You lifted the skirt enough, bringing it higher until it sat at your waist. Underneath the lines of your panties cut an alluring line over the rounds of both cheeks. You heard Jungkook’s wavering groan. More whirring as he zoomed in. 

His touch followed one side of your panties, drawing back before he reached the crease of your thigh.

“So..fucking BEAUTIFUL. Look at that shape. Love it.” He paused, then slipped a finger under the panty line, gently guiding it towards the valley between your cheeks. “..How do you like to be fucked?” 

“Jungkook..” You mewled as your core clenched. He moved the other side of your panties inwards too, until the material was a semi-thong, right up the center. You already felt soaked and this was going to finish the job, the way the material was tight over your folds and aching clit. 

“Tell me, baby.” He breathed. “...Wanna know so I can give you this dick the way you want it. You DO want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes.” You moaned, bouncing a little. Your ass jiggled faintly and Jungkook palmed himself as you watched. He bit his lip harder this time, then gave you a playful swat. 

“Goddamn…Answer me. I can’t handle it when you do that.” 

“I like missionary..and doggy.” 

“What a coincidence. So do I..” He grinned, then slowly stood up and moved back again as you turned to face him. “...You mind if I taste you a little?” 

“Would I mind? God..please.” You whimpered. 

“Strip off and get on there..” He pointed to the bed. 

You lost the dress in an eager shimmy, then the panties, nudging the clothing pile away enough. Jungkook stepped in when you sat down again and laid out flat.

It felt right when Jungkook knelt between your knees, gripped your hips and moved your body higher. Just enough only your calves hung off. 

He stroked a palm up your side, studying you, still through the screen. You loved the focus and how it was centered right between his brows, a line forming there. He was so..into this. Into YOU. You’d never felt this wet so quickly. Every breath your insides twisted too. 

As he caressed and squeezed your flesh, feeling your hip and ass with his free hand, he leaned over between your legs and laid the camcorder down near your other side, aiming the lens at your face. 

Then he slid back down and smoothed both hands up the insides of your thighs. “Nice and wide…” Your knees widened, opening your center. His brows rose as he gazed down into the sodden mess. 

“Is it…okay?” You mused out loud, worried for a moment.

Should you be embarrassed having him so focused so closely? But you couldn’t dig up any actual shame. And Jungkook’s brief moan told you it was completely unfounded.

His thumbs pressed into your labia on either side, pulling you apart. 

“Oh my fucking GOD baby.. Look at you… shit..” A loud groan boomed, washing your sex in pure heat. He was almost tender, tracing a finger along your lips, stalling shy of entering you. 

Then his face came down and the tip of his tongue prodded you open. Immediately it sent a current of pleasure through you. That feeling expended, like your folds when Jungkook lapped you hard, picking up pace.

Soon he was wetly licking you. The pitch of sound rose to a keen as he shook his head slowly. Sucked at your clit when he reached the top, then released and dove back down. 

The more into his work he got, the more your thighs shook. His arms wrapped over both, coordinating with your body to keep you down, pulling as your hips lifted his tongue stabbed. The muscle fucked into your opening firmer. 

Slowly the world melted away as your chest arched more. He moaned somewhere far below, between the pillars of your convulsing thighs. You were floating. Falling. Spinning. Your head rolled, profile pressed into sheets. 

When you spasmed hard and shrieked, Jungkook pulled back reluctantly. 

Then he reached across you, collecting the camcorder and stood. 

“...Feels like you’re ready, Y/n. You’ve got the sweetest, juiciest pussy I’ve ever tasted. Anyone ever tell you that?”  

You lifted your head, seeing Jungkook filming down at you, big, shining grin. Chin glistening. He looked so good you almost couldn’t speak, but you sputtered enough of a response. 

“N..no.” 

“Well I’m telling you.” He nodded down, moving the camcorder down, aiming right between your legs. So close you worried the heat was going to fog the lens. “..Spread it open. Show me how wet you are. All for me..” 

You barely managed to do it, fingers shaking as they plied slick glazed flesh. Not all the wetness was Jungkook’s saliva. Most of it was you. And that blew your mind.  

“You’re trembling, baby..” He cooed. His hand was steady–impressive, considering he had to be worked up as much. Jungkook was better at controlling his body. You were in trouble but you didn’t care. 

“Mhmm.” 

“Why?” He inquired, breathless. “Say why..” 

“B..because you. You did it. Your tongue..lips.. You made me feel SO good..” 

“That’s right…” He chuckled. “I did. I made you this way. Can’t help it with a perfect little hole like this. Can’t wait to fuck you. You think you’re ready?” 

You’d been ready the moment he touched you in the living room. But this was part of the game. You saw it in movies like this before. Now you understood why the girls sounded so fragile. You FELT like you’d burst if he made you wait much longer. 

“Okay baby..” His fingers traced over the back of your fingers, then your knuckles. He grasped your wrist and gently tugged your hand away. You moved the other one too, both falling to the bed on either side of your hips. 

“Lift your legs.” He instructed quietly, patting your shin until your knees hitched and bent, thighs high and wide. It relieved some pressure to be spread like this, but that would only last so long. 

Jungkook shuffled, one hand working to get his sweats down to his thighs, then he stepped out enough. Kicked them across the room, never taking his eyes off your splayed body. His cock bobbed, slapping his belly softly, rocking vertical. 

You saw the glimmering tip and knew: precum. For days—a trickle trail descending the underside. Seeing it had you fisting the sheets, wanting so badly to sit up and lick it all right back to where it came from. Instead you shuddered. 

Jungkook’s fingers circled low on his shaft and he stroked briefly, listening to your tiny whines and whimpers. You twisted a little, breathing shallow. It was agony but he was still smiling.

The camcorder angled down, right to your pussy, in tandem with the moment the head of his cock dragged along your folds, then nested into that ring of muscle. You fluttered, throat flexing in a cry. 

A weighted thump as Jungkook's cock spanked you briefly with a hissing 'Shhhhhh'.  

“You’ve been so patient, Y/n. Wanna fuck a little? You deserve it.” 

Jungkook finally ended the misery, leaning in with his weight to breach you. Your folds immediately melted apart like butter and he sank in deep. It was a single stroke–silky and hot. Tight, but pushing you wide open. Your knees jerked as your head kicked back. 

Jungkook exhaled, low. Pulled back slowly, then pushed in with more force. He didn’t go slow from there, setting a steady pace. He fucked you deep and firm, the camcorder barely rocking in his grip as he held it down over head, watching. 

You needed this–and he hit deep.

“...G..god yes.” You whined, neck lines tight, twinging a little as you clenched hard, then softened and your thighs spread more. You wanted it all. MORE.

“M..More..” You howled. 

Jungkook’s strokes picked up intensity. Soon the whisper of skin meeting became strikes–wet and loud. He drove himself steadily. More than a stroke a second. His breathing was unremarkable and calm, like he wasn’t pummeling your insides with every concerted thrust. 

It was sending you places you’d never been, eyes screwed shut as your spine arched harder. It was sudden and new: you were cumming, mid thrust. Your body seized as bliss rushed through you. 

Jungkook only slowed a little, cock easing back as he gulped a breath, watching a spurt of liquid chase his retreating cock. It trickled onto the bed. He waited a moment as you spasmed, then guided himself back in. 

This time he leaned in a little more, bringing the camera down closer between his hips and yours. It was loud and sloppy, the movement of his cock stabbing into you. Your nails raked skin: your thighs. The forearm of his palm braced into the bed. 

“Look at that.. Fuck baby…MORE..” He snarled, pounding you harder. It happened again and the world spun hard. Air left you in a long, wavering groan. He pulled out intentionally this time, watching another brief spurt of fluid strike his skin. 

This time he chuckled.

“What’s that? What happened?”

Didn’t matter that he asked with a smile all over his tone. You didn’t care if this was rhetorical. You knew the role. 

“I…keep cumming.” You bleated, not wanting to STOP cumming. Your head bobbed. “..S..squirting. Ca…can’t help it.” You nodded. You wanted more. 

“Why?” 

“Because you feel so fucking GOOD. Jungkook..please..” Your hips gyrated as he sawed himself over your soaked folds, teasing you with the pressure and the friction. 

“..That’s a good girl… Love squirters like you. Hits your spot doesn’t it.. This cock?” He fed himself into you and drove his point home–along with the head of his perfect dick, deep and firm. Right into your g spot. Sparks shattered behind your eyes and you screamed out ‘Yes’. 

It stung as your nails dragged. The savage pounding he gave you had your body frozen in a rigor of absolutely soul rending pleasure. You were on the verge of passing out when he slipped out and left you empty, pulsing with another orgasm you’d barely started. 

A hand grasped along the back of your neck, pulling you up. He grasped your wrist next, bringing you to your feet, then turned you away from him. When you tried to stand for long, your knees shook, forcing you to plant both palms into the bed.

It seemed exactly what he wanted. Jungkook palmed your ass, then delivered a hard smack. 

“Stay like that. Keep this pussy up for me, can you do that?” You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t even find the words–it was all a mess in your brain. Especially when his cock prodded you again. He filled you up, as deep as he could get. 

It felt unholy, how deep he was. Everything inside you was clenched. Complete, pure perfection. You squeezed so tight and it scared you, how close you already felt, when his thrusts started again. Jungkook pumped into you–forceful. Energetic. Determined. 

You couldn’t hear his breathing over the sound of his hips hitting you. But you loved it. Without a doubt, down to your soul. Your hand groped back, clutching at the muscle of his thigh.

You dug nails in and he groaned, slamming harder.

“Yes..” You barely gurgled. When he slowed in favor of force, you gasped out. “Fuck me harder.” Then repeated the demand in a yelp as your whole body shuddered. Rocked. Jostled as Jungkook’s cock tamped impossibly deep. Like he was plunging well past your womb, to your stomach. 

This time you came so hard it buckled your knees, making you melt into the bed, shivering as he slipped free. A sprinkle of wetness was all that came from the enormous, gut wrenching contraction passing through. What little there was ran down your thighs, regardless. 

Your upper body slumped into the bed as Jungkook’s palm screwed against the small of your back, then rose to your nape. He leaned into the pressure and let his fingers curl through your hair.

His cock blindly thrust until he entered you again.

He was stroking slow. Selfishly enjoying your wetness. Letting his sounds unfurl, loud and long. 

“Beg for my cum…” He barked. “Fucking BEG for it..tell me you want it, baby.”

“God..Jungkook…cum inside me. Fill my pussy up…” You cried into the sheets, face awash in heat and sweat. Your teeth clattered as he savaged your pussy like a wild animal for a few more strokes, then drove deep and stilled. 

The pulsing sensation rising up his shaft, stuffed deep into your pussy, told you he was giving you the load you wanted. You NEEDED this. You had to feel him trickling out later. Who cares if you might think about this and panic later. 

Now was all that mattered. 

 For a few minutes you stayed bent at the waist, standing but semi-face down over the foot of the bed. When your eyes opened, you made out Jungkook carefully leaning into view, laying the camera nearby on the bed. 

Then his face turned your way. He contoured himself over your back and hugged you with both arms, nosing along your shoulder. His skin was wet and smelled so sweet. A kiss pressed the column of your neck, then his mouth moved to your ear. 

“Fuck..That was..so good. You feel me in that pussy? Bet I gave you every drop. You wanted it, didn’t you?”

You nodded, feeling like the word wobbled as your head moved. You swallowed, then croaked out a tired laugh. “Holy shit, Jungkook..” 

“Hmm?” He added a kiss to the nearer corner of your mouth. You turned into it, hoping for more, but he didn’t indulge, choosing to stare into your eyes. His pupils looked like blackholes, so gone was this man. 

“Felt…amazing.” 

“You’re amazing. You like my cock?” 

“I LOVE your cock.” You giggled. “You made me…squirt. Like…a lot.” 

“And I got it on video. You’re a natural on camera, you know that?” 

“Yeah?” It felt like the biggest ego boost in the world, coming from someone like Jungkook. He’d surpassed himself too.

It made sense, though. He was also like that at work, you’d heard AND now confirmed. 

“Hell yeah.” 

You wanted to ask for a kiss, but your brain was still too hazy. Jungkook studied your face as you noted the sweat along his temples and hairline. His neck too, the tattoos on his skin elevated by the shine of fluid. 

“Jungkook..” 

“What is it?” 

“Can we…do another..one?” 

His brows rose high enough to disappear under hair soaked at the tips, clinging on his skin. He groaned,a smile widening his features. 

“A scene?”

“Is that what it’s called?” 

“Yeah. A scene. You want to?”  Of COURSE he knew the terminology. You were a newcomer--not that this was your introduction to a casting couch.

“I do. ..You went down on me. I want to return the favor.” 

“Oh god, Y/n…I’d love it. You’d let me film it?” 

“POV blowjobs are one of my favorite search terms, you know.” You teased. It was exciting to see the way his eyes lit up. He reduced his smile so that it was nearly gone, offering a subdued nod. 

“And I love a good blowjob.”

With a cock like his? Jungkook deserved to know how much you’d been wanting to try out deep throat. This man made you want to try it ALL, and if he wanted to film every step? You could learn to really appreciate seeing yourself on film–and as sexy as he did. 

“I think you’ll find how good I am at that.” 

“I have my suspicions.” He countered. 

Jungkook helped you stand, then left you there, on shaking legs when he departed for the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later with a handful of washcloths and two hand towels, then went to work gently patting your skin. 

You watched, heart singing. Brain vibrating. Your soul was somewhere in space, orbiting Earth. 

“I’ll get us a snack. Water…Powerade or..whatever. What’s your hydration preference?” 

Of course he had options. He was serious about being prepared for everything.

You smiled, feeling drunk. Feeling so good. You loved all the world and everyone in it, right now. Swaying, you shrugged. 

“...Whatever. I’ll have what you have.” 

Jungkook finished wiping down your thighs, then stood chest to chest. His nose brushed yours as his head tilted. Again the urge to kiss him swam front and center. 

“Love it when you let me pick. I know what I want and I think it’s clear I can take care of you.” 

“Uh huh. At the expense of your coffee table..” Vaguely you gestured at the bed and the impressive wet spot, dampening a good portion near the foot. “..and sheet sets.” 

Jungkook went up on toes to look over you, to the mess left behind. He was about as concerned as he’d been the last time. 

“It was time to change the sheets anyway.”

“Want me to help before I go?” 

Jungkook’s eyes popped, then his brows drew up. The jut in his lower lip added to it all. He looked pouty and even more youthful. This must have been the playful, boyish side some girls crooned about. 

“What?” You chuckled. 

“You don’t need to go right now.” 

“Don’t I?” 

“No.” Jungkook scoffed and wound his fingers through yours, then tossed the damp hand towel on the bed and pulled you away from it. His slow walk guided you towards the bedroom door, mirroring the way he’d brought you here, as he continued. “..You can stay tonight. If you want.” 

“I appreciate the offer. Are you sure?” 

Jungkook nodded. A rakish smile grew as his brows relaxed. The innocent boy disappeared, melting into the plotting sexpot you’d been prey to. Which was a-ok with you. 

“We’ve still got plenty of time tonight and you wanted to do another scene.” For a moment he paused, rubbing his chin in thought. “...Unless you want to do the blowjob at YOUR place. I’m down…” 

“Oh my god.” You moaned as revelation washed you. That was so..unexpected and sexy. You blinked, waving a hand. 

He had you down the hallway and guided you through the living room, towards the kitchen by the time you could complete the thought. 

“We..don’t…god… No. …That’s okay.” You sputtered. “I feel more comfortable here.” 

You didn’t want to say you’d never met your neighbors and weren’t interested in changing that tonight, for the sake of a hot homemade sex tape. It was a given they’d never be as deaf as Jungkook’s neighbors seemed to be. 

You thought about it for a moment: any videos from tonight would mean some quality evidence for your friend, if you were inclined–which you hadn’t ever been before. Even if the fantasy of rubbing her nose in this whole Jungkook affair was amazing to think about.

Jungkook’s caress along your profile brought you back as he stood in the kitchen, facing you. He had one door of his double fridge open, the cooler air spilling across your skin. He didn’t seem bothered by the chill, but you were, skin prickled heavily. 

“Take a look.. Let me know? I’ll start making some snacks. Then we can see what happens from there.” 

You grinned. It helped to keep your teeth from chattering as you peered into the brightness inside the fridge, seeing rows and rows of drinks options and Jungkook’s impressively muscled shoulder flexing as he reached into the depths, moving things around on the shelves. 

“Juice is fine.” You finally said, then turned towards the living room space. Complete darkness had taken over there, with the tv shutting off automatically. You raised a brow as Jungkook came back upright, holding a carafe of juice. 

His smile matched yours, but he looked a little more confused. “I don’t know if you like OJ, but it’s fresh squeezed.” His stare followed yours to the TV area. “...What’s up?” 

“We could…watch a movie.” 

“Yeah?” He blinked, then his eyes flinched and his smile warmed. “Oh…yeah. We could watch a movie.. If you want.” 

“I want.” 

“Then I’ll take care of you there too. Get to the couch. I’ll be there in a few. Think about what you want to see.”

Or whom. I want to see US, Jungkook. 

You nodded, keeping that thought to yourself. At least until you’d sprung it on him, there on the couch. For now you let him stay in charge.

“Meet you there. What about the video camera? I’ll grab that.” Your suggestion made Jungkook pause again. He glanced towards the hallway, then nodded. 

Never was someone so born for it, who moved so well in a position of authority. What he lacked in some areas of self control, he exceeded in determination. ...Which you were finding increasingly appealing. 

“Good idea. You never know.” But you knew he knew. He had to know YOU knew too. Neither of you admitted. Just like when you showed up at his door tonight and he let you in. 

You both wanted this. And that worked perfectly.

Hiya! Can you do a jungkook drabble with infidelity? Like he gets caught cheating and regrets it. Or it could be the other way around, whatever youd like! Please do a sad ending, too

Hello! Thank you for requesting. ________________________________________

Torn Apart (M)

Summery: ❝That one time when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you.❞

Pairing : Jungkook x reader

Genre : heavy angst, smut 🔞 (minors don't interact)

Word count: mid length?

Warnings : infidelity, JK cheats on reader, mention of mms, s*x tape, explicit language, toxic friends, detailed smut, women bullsh*ting women also women supporting women, spanking, riding, degradation, rough s*x, mention of pregnancy, Overstimulation, switch!JK, switch!reader, oral, unprotected s*x (be careful folks), slight fluff, JK being a jerk and oblivious at the same time, reader being smart, emotional breakdown, self doubts, comfort, major heartbreak, unedited.

Listen to....Pano by Zack Tabudlo, the night we met by Lord Huron and hate everything by Gsoul

A/N: This is my first time writing a full length smut so bare with me:-) also if anyone wants to be tagged, just let me know. If you want to be tagged, I at least expect you to leave a feedback. And thank you for all the support and exitment you show for this story, it's really adorable of you <3

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> Part 2

Betray. Such a small word still can leave such a huge impact on a person and can leave the person questioning their own beliefs.

You weren't unfamiliar with betrayals, unwantedness, people leaving you for others or left completely alone, you are far more experienced with those terms. Getting betrayed and left behind, giving up on you like you never meant much to them as you see them drifting away from you leaving you like an unknown soul who doesn't deserve loyalty, honesty, devotion or love.

But you never had problems with this, you are strong, strong enough to handle those on your own. You aren't a very emotional person, emotions can't take control over you or you don't want that to happen. But sometimes it's too much for you to control these emotions just like right now.

After all, you're a human being too.

You are seated comfortably on your bed with phone in your hand but the video playing in front of you weren't make you comfortable at all. There's a sender from an anonymous number in your massage box and saw an mms attached to it. Strange. You thought.

You have never liked it when some unknown number showed up on your phone, you don't even give your personal number to anyone whom you don't know closely so it's very much confusing how this certain person get their hands on your personal info.

None the less you opened the chat box and decided to open the mms.

Attachment 1: video file.

You tap the play button and instantly it shows a couple making out on the bed. The girl sitting on the boys lap on the bed, hands around his neck, kissing him passionately while the guy's hands are everywhere on the girl, Caressing the women's sides and until he reached to her butt, kneading it and give it a slap after a while, to which the girl let out a muffled moan because the guy's tongue was still into the women's mouth.

You thought, how could someone send this to you and why even they did it? It's pretty disgusting and disrespectful, you were going to stop the video and decided to report the number later until you heared the voice of the guy in the video.

"you are enjoying it, don't you?"

You instantly figured out the voice, how can you not? It's your boyfriend's voice! It's the same voice which comforted you so many times when you were having hard time, complimented you which made you flustered, confessed to you about his feeling and said "I love you".

Your boyfriend is in this video with that girl. That smooth and deep voice he makes when he is aroused, you're too much familiar with that.

And then it hits you, someone had recorded your boyfriend with this girl and send it to you intentionally. Then you saw his face in the video, his soft features coming to the light from darkness, the light is dim but you still figured out his beautiful features perfectly.

"You makes me feel so good, baby. No one has been able to do it like you did"

His next choice of words creates a stinging pain in your chest. What does he meant by "no one"?

He said those words to her without any hesitation but it shattered your heart into million pieces.

Of course he meant you. You have never made him feel like she is making him while fucking.

To be honest, you saw this coming. You have inspect earlier that something is wrong between you two, something is off about him. You are in a relationship with him for two years now so you have come to know him more or less but still you don't know him all. A human being have so many layers to then that sometimes even after many years of being together, it'll still feel like there's some part about this person that you aren't aware off. Just like now, you feel like you never knew your boyfriend. It's like a different person in the video.

Your hand were aching to stop the video and throw the phone on the ground but you couldn't do that, you watched the whole video of your boyfriend fucking another women while saying that you were never enough for him. Your eyes glued to the phone screen, vision was getting blur because of the water that gathered on your waterlines of your eyes.

You saw how your boyfriend kissed her so affectionately then eat her out while she moans desperately then she says something that bring your raging anger to an another level.

"Not even _____, baby?"

How dare she? You thought. It's like she was taunting you indirectly, the way she says your name clearly shows that she knows you were not able to give your boyfriend the pleasure which he craves even if you are his girlfriend and he found the pleasure in between a other women's legs.

The tears were begging to be fall from your eyes but you stays still, not even blinking, eyes glued to the phone screen.

When she says that, for a brief moment Jungkook stopped his activities and look up at her then he says-

"No babe, not even her"

At this moment, tears begin to pour from your eyes unknowingly but you care less about that.

Still, You keep watching.

because you know if you are going to break your sweet little fantasy about your relationship, about your boyfriend, you gotta watch the whole thing. If you want to break your delusions and find out what kind of a person you're actually dating and in reality where your relationship stands right now, you gotta watch this.

The pain is so unbearable that you want to break your own heart before anyone get the chance do that.

Then you realized you know the women in the video.

She went to the same college as you, was in the same department and same batch. She was a sweet girl back then and as far as you remember, she used to admire you, a lot. Always want to sit next to you, helping you, compliment you, wants to be friends with you, she was so much interested in you.

But as the days pass by, she became distant. Ignoring you but at the same time you noticed, she copied you. Every little thing you did, she tried to copy that. How you dress, your hair cuts and all, the things you do. It was like she want to have everything what you had. She even managed to steal one of your friend from you!

You never understood her obsession with you.

As time flies by, you care less about her and eventually forgot her.

Until now.

It's the same girl in the video, who your boyfriend pounding into right now. Thursting up into her cunt as she moans uncontrollably, thursting back with the same force. You can hear mixer of grunts and moans of your boyfriend from underneath her.

You keep watching your boyfriend whispering sweet-nothing's into her ears in the same way he does when he made love to you. you watched him fucking her mercilessly, without holding back. Changing positions for god knows how many times! You always known Jungkook has high libido and perfect stemina also.

Do you expected less from a gym obsessed guy?

After the video comes to an end, you decided to cry out because you couldn't take this anymore. You didn't know what to do now, how to confront him, fuck you didn't even know who sends this to you!

That's when you decided to get to the root of it.

You pack your essential things and step out from your boyfriend's apartment, leaving him a text message that you're going to stay the night at your own apartment because some of your friends are coming over.

He seems to believe your white lie and reply back with "Okay. Have fun baby. Call me if you need anything" you cringe at the 'baby' word, because you just heard him moaning the same name for another women.

You call the only friend who can help you. Nayeon.

It didn't took long for you to find out the address and the contact number of the girl with whom Jungkook is having an affair with.

So, decided to call her. After ring for two times, she actually picked up the call.

"He--" before you even say something, you heard distant moans and grunts from the other side of the phone call.

You were clenching the bed sheet so hard that you afraid that it might be torn in any second now. You were raging from the inside, your body was burning from it and your friend noticed that immediately. Without even asking, she put the phone on speaker and she visibly gasped upon realizing what's going on.

"B-babe, you're so tight. Fucking love t-that"

The humiliation and hurt you felt was beyond anyone's imagination.

On the other side of the phone was your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, again fucking his mistress, who is your ex-toxic friend while you're on the phone. How amazing! Isn't it?

The skin-slapping sound was very much audible for you to hear. The filthy things they were saying to each other was enough to make you puke. You can't even imagine what kind of person you were dating. Is this the guy you choose to love and cherish for the rest of your life, give your time and devotion and complete loyalty? Does he deserve any ounce of it?

Your mind wasn't processing properly.

Is Jungkook that much desperate to get a pussy?

Was he that much horny or sex starved that he couldn't control himself but to throw himself into a random girl's arms?

But he was never like that! Your boyfriend was never like that! Wait! Do you ever know him?

Were you not taking care of him? Of his needs?

Or were you too much of an inexperienced person to pleasure him properly?

What is it that she is able to give him that you were unable to?

Were you not enough?

Before you knew it, the tears streaming down from your eyes, anger evident in them. You were mindlessly listening to the sounds and words they were telling to each other. Neither the girl was cutting the call nor you let your friend to did it until it becomes too much.

She grab the phone from your hand and hang the call in a blink of an eye.

You were terribly silent, so calm for a person who had just witnessed her boyfriend cheating on her. Your calmness frightens your friend but she know how much you were hurting from the inside and the only evidence were the tears on your cheeks.

"____, I- " she couldn't coherence a full sentence, all of this was too much for her also that she was also unable to think what to say to you. So she did what she can do in this situation. She hugs you. Pull you in her warmth as you cry silently into her arms.

15 minutes passes by but she still holds you in the same position, didn't let go of you even for a mere second.

"Nayeon-ah, Am I that worthless?" your voice was weak. you knew it was not fair for you to insult your own self like that but this emotions were suffocating you.

You wanted to scream, throw things whatever you find near you, wanted to tell all the people is love is stupid. There's no such thing as love. "Love" doesn't exist in this horrible world.

Your friends heart broke upon hearing those words from you. She has always seen you as strong. You were someone who got her shit together and never allowed anyone to break her. You were confident in yourself, in your own skin and seeing the same person falling apart in front of her eyes hurts her so much.

Your smile was always so bright, she has always compared you to the moon because you stand alone in your darkest hours but still managed to shine so brightly.

Now that the shine was fading away, it bothers her, It bothers her so much.

"____ don't say that. He is the worthless one for doing this to you! You don't deserve any of this."

Even though she was trying to comfort you, none of it was working because your mind was practically going back the video, the sounds again and again. You couldn't stop thinking about those.

It's like Nayeon can sense that ,so she tried to pull you out of your thoughts and say-

"____ I think I know what you're thinking but trust me, it's not the truth. You love him with all your heart, I can see that. Everyone around us did see that so there's no way you're allowed to insult yourself by saying you're worthless!"

She sit infront of you on the floor and placed her hands on your knees in a comforting manner. She was trying her best to make you realize that there's nothing wrong with you, that you didn't do anything wrong.

"I know you're feeling betrayed and hurt but that doesn't mean you deserve any of this. You deserve far more better than this. You are such an amazing person and I'm glad I met a person like you. I've always admired you, you know. So please don't do this to yourself, don't hurt your self over a pathetic person like him who doesn't even know what's good for him. He didn't even realized what he have just lost"

You didn't say anything, just more pool of tears escaped from your eyes as you keep glaring at the floor.

"You deserved to be loved, genuinely. I know, it's going to be hard for some days but you'll eventually be okay and I'll get to see the old ____ again and I'll be there just beside you all along"

Then she squeezed your hand comfortingly, letting you know that she is here for you.

Then something click inside you.

"I think, I know what to do now"

Your voice was strained From all the crying but there's a hint of confidence in it too which lit up your friend's mood.

You don't know what's going to happen in the future, if you ever will be able to endure it but you know thing, which is you've to end this once and for all.

You texted Jungkook that you won't be able to see him for two days because you're going to stay at your apartment because you had some work to do there and not-so-surprisingly he didn't asked you any question nor showed any concern.

Not that you expected anything from him.

Even though you knew what you have to do, you were neither mentally nor physically prepared to do so. You needed time to think properly and get back to your senses.

Two days of sever emotional breakdown and then when you fully clear your mind, you're finally standing in front of Jungkook's apartment.

You thought you were ready for this but upon seeing him opening the door and standing infront of you makes you think about all the things he did to you.

All the glimpses of the video and the phone call are coming back to your mind and blocking you from thinking straight.

You were on the verge of crying ,shut the door close on his face, run back to your home and hide there.

But you can't run away now.

"____, baby come inside."

Jungkook's voice pull you from your chain of thoughts as he approached you, take your hand in his and pull you inside while closing the door shut.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You hate the concern (most probably fake) in his voice. You looked into his doe eyes and see the same concern there too. Well, he has always been a good actor.

So, you decided to play along.

"Yes, baby. Just have a little headache"

You place your hand on your forehead as rub it, pretending that you really have one.

"Then go and take a shower. I'll make you something to eat"

"No, it's fine. I'm full already. They arranged so much food at the conference"

You said that with a small smile on your face Ben though you were not feeling like it.

You said to Jungkook earlier that you have a conference meeting at your office so you're going there at this evening and you'll directly come back to his apartment after ending of the conference. But there's no such conference at your office.

You just lied to him.

You were wearing a mermaid satin dress with a bohemian style. It was an elegant black dress designed in flowers all over it. It was kind of low cut dress so your cleavage area was showing gorgeously.

The moment you enter his apartment, his eyes didn't leave from your figure for a moment. He was staring at you and you knew that.

But when you make eye contact with him, he directed his gaze somewhere else. Then you walk close to him and figure get tensed. It was like he didn't want you to get close to him.

You knew something like this going to happen but it still manage to leave a sick feeling in your stomach.

"You should change now. The conference must be tiring for you."

He said to you avoiding your gaze. There's hint of melancholy in his eyes.

The situation was becoming more awkward by time and it was suffocating you.

You quickly change into something comfortable, particularly choosing that one shirt of Jungkook he gave to you because you used to liked it so much and he likes when you wore it.

But now it only pains you more knowing that you won't be able to wore it anymore and he won't be able to see it on you.

You walk out to the bedroom where Jungkook was waiting for you. Upon looking at you, his looks changed. There's something in his eyes that you aren't familiar with.

Than you bend down to grab something from the drawers and it lifted your shirt up, showing your lingerie to him. You also leave some of the upper buttons open so that it can show your cleavage perfectly.

You sit at edge of the bed next to him, he was following every move of you. You can feel his eyes on you. For a mere second, you find his eyes getting dark as you move close but apparently goes normal.

There's a moment of silence before he spoke-

"You were looking quite beautiful in that dress"

He complimented you about your fake-conference outfit while looking down at his lap.

"No one disturbed you at the party. Right?"

You let out a giggle at that. You are getting so angry at him right now. How could he possibly be concerned about you after breaking your heart?

"No, who would possibly do that?"

"I don't know, the guy who always tried to hit on you. What was his name again? Oh, Eunwoo right?"

"Yes. But I don't think he was flirting with me. I think, he naturally has a friendly nature"

He grab your arm and turn you to his direction to face him. He had a serious look on his face.

"No ____. No men go all the way up to help a women with her work on a Friday evening and then offer her to drop or remember her coffee preference even after one month or compliments her every single day unless he is interested in dating her or want to fuck her"

He said the last words with a low growl, his eyes were getting dark again but this time it lasts longer than before. His eyes flickers to your lips from your eyes for a mere second.

You didn't let your gaze fall from his eyes either, staring at him with the same intensity.

"Yeah, I think you are right but it doesn't matter if he want to fuck me or not because I have my man waiting for me at home"

After hearing "my man" his eyes soften.

The air was getting thicker around you, there's an evident sexual tension that neither of you can deny.

You were the one who initiated the kiss first. Jungkook was clearly hesitant and you get that what was going on inside of his head. So you placed your hand under his chin, gently tracing your fingers on his cheeks then dragging them to the back of his head, roaming your fingers into his fluffy hair as you softly smile at him.

The way you look at him with such loving eyes and the affection you were giving him, proven to be too much for him so he gave up, swiftly holding your face as he kissed you with so much passion. There's hunger in his kiss.

The more time passes, the kiss got more intense. He started exploring every inch of your mouth, tugging at your lower lip and biting it gently as you whimper at that.

The time your make out session ends, you both were out of breath. Both of you were staring at each others eyes as you both were trying to tell something to each other but unable to do so. He was holding onto you so tightly as you are going despair if he let go of you and he didn't want to do that, didn't want to lose you.

But it was already too late.

And he knows that too.

"____, I need to talk to you about something" he said breathlessly and you immediately knew what was that about.

"Okay, we will but right now, I want you."

You said those words in a mere whisper while looking him in the eyes, both of your faces were close to each other that your lips were touching his while you were talking, breaths Fanning onto each others mouth.

Maybe it was selfish of you to do so but still you want to do this for one last time.

Again, he gave up. Pulling you into him by holding your waist, you were already sitting on his lap, now he pulls your heat on his crotch straight, without wasting any time he kissed you again with full force. This kiss was rough as he hold your waist so tightly that it'll leave bruises there for sure.

You moaned into the kiss when his erection hit you on the right place where you want him to be, then he started grinding into you slowly while placing kisses down your throat. When he put a bit much pressure on the bundle of nerves down there, you can't help but tug onto his hair tightly to which he let out a growl.

'Fuck' was the last word before he rip open your shirt apart, tore it down as all the buttons fall on the the floor one by one.

"wearing no bra, baby? Aren't you being a desperate slut?"

There's a smirk on his face when he said that but upon realizing what he had just said, the smirk vanished from his face and he started apologizing "no- I-i didn't mea-"

You never liked degradation and he knew that so he never brought that topic to you.

Before he can finish, you interrupted -

"I discovered that I can be a slut but only for you"

You whisper that into his ears and that was the last straw for him. He quickly hold you, pull you up by his arms, turns you around and practically throw you on the bed.

You still had your shirt on, it spreads on the bed underneath you and make your bare body visible to his eyes.

"Fuck! You're beautiful"

He quickly climb up on the bed, hover over you as he started lapping at your nipple and squeezing another one with his tattooed arm. You squirmed underneath him when he licked your bud in a circular motion and tug at it with his teeth.

"Mmmmhh J-jungkook~" you tug at his black T-shirt, indicating him to get rid of it. He got the hint then got rid of it quickly.

His gym addiction is clearly paying of. He looks gorgeous, hair messy, lips parted As he heaves over you, tattooed arm making a great contrast with his well built body.

All of this were tempting until you remember that girl, your memory going back to her and your boyfriend's activities.

You got distracted by it for a second.

"____, everything okay?" he asked while placing his hand at the side of your cheek, tracing his thumb finger over your bottom lip. There's concern in his lustful eyes suddenly and it made your heart ache with pain.

You grab his face, pulling him towards you and kiss him aggressively. You were angry, frustrated, hurt. Every emotions in you were getting heightens at this moment. He pulls away from you, leaving you confused.

"Haven't I asked you something?" he crocked his eyebrow, demanding you to answer him. "Yes, I'm" you answer shortly.

You reach down to grab his erection through his thin layer of shorts while tug at his bottom lip with your teeth, grabbing and pulling his hair. He groans at that.

You wanted to end this as soon as possible and also wanted accomplish the thing you were here for at the first place.

He let out a moan of your name when you rub his tip and then he suddenly grab your tit harshly, giving it a slap while leaving marks on you neck.

"Baby, what are you doing to me?" he whisper in your ears then dragging his hand downwards and cup your pussy with his tattooed arm.

"I can't even think straight" he said while he let out a chuckle as if he can't even believe himself. His eyes were dark, full of lust for you, ready to devour you in any given second. He started rubbing your clit then you can't take that anymore, bucking your hip upwards into his hands as you let out a breathy whimper. His other hand were still on your breast and when he sees you struggling underneath, he smirked, Squeezing it harshly.

"You are such a slut"

He slapped your tit.

"But just for me, right?"

Another slap.

You mindlessly nod at him and he smirked again. Satisfy with your answer, he attached his mouth to your nipples again.

Then he dragged his mouth to your heated core, removing your panties and throwing it, as he bend down on the floor , dragging you along to the edge of the bed so that your upper body is on the bed and the lower one practically was hang in the air as he grab your thighs with his both hands and dragging your legs towards your chest as much as possible, spreading you wide for him.

His face was literally hovering over your heat as he stare at it shamelessly.

"Fuck, you're so wet" he let out a groan as soon as he attach his mouth to your core.

Licking your clit then dragging it down to your dripping hole, lapping at your wetness there and then repeat all the way up again.

The low moan you were letting out, now it becomes louder but then he dig his tongue inside of you and spank your ass and it was enough for you scream out his name and come all over his face and tongue.

"Mmmm- it was sudden, baby" his smirk even gets more wider as he come up to kiss your lips as he dip his very much tongue into your mouth which was into your cunt a seconds ago, letting you taste your own self.

"But, you tastes good nonetheless"

You suddenly push his body, forcing him to stand on the floor and he oblige even though he was confused.

Then it hit him what you were exactly trying to do.

"No baby, let me take care of you today" he said while he saw you were trying to give him head.

But you didn't listen to him and tug at his boxers harshly, pulling it down in one go. He swiftly grab your hand before you can touch him, making you look at him.

"I said, not today" he said it in a serious tone. He really didn't want you to touch him today but if you can't do this now, you'll never be able to, so you wanted to make him feel good, give him the pleasure that he claims you never able to give him.

"No one makes me feel this good like you did"

Those words echoed in your ears, memorising how worthless he made you feel, how you were a failed girlfriend who doesn't even know how to pleasure her boyfriend.

No, you can't accept that. You are hell bound to prove that statement wrong.

"Doesn't matter. I want to taste you too. So stand straight, baby"

You said those words to confidently that it leave Jungkook in awe. He always loves when you take control, your dominant side. There's so much determination in your eyes so he couldn't mouth a single word, let you do things as you please.

He saw you taking his member into hands, squeezing it gently, dragging your palm to his base and then upwards to his tip, circling it with your fingertips.

He saw every move of your intensely as he was unable to leave your sight. You then took his tip into your mouth, sucking on it lightly and Jungkook's breath got hitched. He let out a hiss while you keep sucking and pumping his cock with your hand and use the other one to squeeze his balls.

His hand automatically come to the back of your head, grabbing your hair to make it into a ponytail but didn't tug on it or push your head any further.

He saw you getting harsher with your movements and he couldn't control him self anymore, letting out moans and grunts as you take him more deeper into your mouth.

"K-keep going ba- nngghhh"

His breathing were getting heavier, you knew he was close so decided to take him more into your mouth until your nose touched the base of his cock, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat, then you did a mistake. You let out a moan while sucking him which made his dick twitch into your mouth.

He started bucking his hips towards you while keep you in place by your hair, fucking your mouth.

You were moaning uncontrollably at this point, lightly gag on his cock. You thought he was about to come in your mouth but then he stopped, pulling himself out of your mouth.

"Fuck, I was about to cum" you let out a cough, your breathing were harsh, panting when you look up at him.

He was staring right into your soul with his dark eyes, while licking his lips. There's something in his eyes your couldn't comprehend.

He quickly pull you flash against his chest, your chest hitting his in a moment as he kissed you furiously and pull you by your legs, holding you there as he firmly stand on the ground.

His sstrength was crazy. It amazes you every time. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his hip for support as he grab you asscheeks, hold you there steadily. He lick into your mouth, his hand comes to his dick, giving it a few thrust before entering you slowly.

This position was new to you and in this angle he can reach even deeper inside you. You let out strangled whimper as goes even further.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

He didn't want to stop but worried about you of getting hurt. How ironic of him to think that this can hurt you when he literally crush your gut and broke your heart into million pieces already.

"No, keep going" you said that with full of confidence, upon hearing that Jungkook got relaxed and moving you down on his cock until he is entirely make you full to the core.

You slightly grinned your hips against his, in result he delivered a firm slap straight on your ass which is sure going to leave mark there.

"Don't be an impatient slut. I don't wanna hurt you" he said through gritted teeth into your ear as he let out a growl before start sucking your earlobe.

"Shi- .. I-i don't care just Fu-fuckmealready"

You couldn't even comprehend a full sentence properly as you start grinding your hips again and marking your way down from his neck to his collarbones.

"Now, you're being a fucking whore, baby-"

With this, his first thrust comes like a electricity that you nearly lose control over your body but thankfully he was strong enough to hold you steadily in your place.

He started fucking into you while balancing both your body's. Skin-slapping sounds were echoing through out the bedroom as you moan, clinging to him as he firmly holds you.

"Fuck baby, you're so warm. S-so tight"

His thrusts were getting harder by time but when he hit a certain spot inside of you, you couldn't compress your moans anymore.

Letting out a strangled scream of his name "aahh- fuck J-jung- kook-"

"Hmmmm, found it again" he said with a knowing smirk on his lips as started slamming his hips on your, you were so wet that it was making squelching sounds everytime his dick goes inside of your cunt, hitting the right spot continuously until it was too much for you.

"I- I m C- cummi- " he knew you were close so he stop all of his movements suddenly.

You cry out dissatisfyingly as soon as he separated you from him. There's that sickening smirk on his face again.

"You wanna cum, baby? But sluts don't get to cum that easily, you know? And since you're one of them, you gotta help your self out, hmm?"

Lust dripping from his voice as he come to the bed and lay there comfortably and say "You said you're my slut right? Then come sit on my cock and make yourself cum." he crocked an eyebrow at you, challenging you to do that, that usual cockiness all over his face.

You quickly straddle him as you make your self comfortable between his legs and started pushing you on his dick without wasting any time.

You suddenly go all the way down on his cock with a harsh thrust to which both of you let out moans in unison. "F-fucking hell baby, what is with you today?" he asked you jokingly while letting out a chuckle.

"Nothing, just want to fuck you till I can't, I guess"

His eyes got even more darker after hearing those words, then you started thrusting all of sudden with force which make his head fall on the bed as he let out a chain of curses.

You were bouncing on his cock deliciously, riding him hard. Then he plop himself up, started kissing you again. His hand find his way back to your clit which was still oversensitive from first orgasm.

"You are going to cum?" started rubbing on it harshly while his thrust gotten faster. You shudder at the force of his hips, holding on to him by his shoulders as you moan uncontrollably.

"Y-yes want t-to cum-"

"Then cum for me" it was all you needed, with a last hard thrust you were coming all over his cock, string of cum came out of you, landing on the bed sheets, you were clenching hard around him and it made him twitch inside of you.

"So fucking warm" he said through gritted teeth.

Suddenly he turned you around and let your body fall on the bed. You let him maneuver your body as he pleases because you were exhausted.

Now you were all on your four, again he entered you from the behind. It was becoming too much for you, you were shaking from overstimulation at this point but then you heard Jungkook groaning from behind.

"You can do this, right baby?" he asked you sweetly like he wasn't deep inside your hole, fucking the life out of you. His grip on your hips were bruising. His thrust got so harder that the bed was hitting the wall and sure gonna leave a crack there.

"You're going to take me like a good slut you're, hmm?"

Your moans were music to his ear as he used to say. "aahh- please~" you don't know anymore what you're asking for. Slamming into you with such a force which make you see stars.

Then you notice his phone lit up. You knew who it was. Yeah, your plan is going as you want it to be.

It failed to get Jungkook's attention as he was too much busy fucking you. To make him more distracted, you thrust back at him which make him shudder this time, throbbing inside of you as you keep clenching around him.

"Fuck!" was the only word he managed to say as he slam into you hard enough to make you lose your balance and you fall on your face on the bed. He also bend down towards you and place his both hands beside your head as you let out muffled moans and curses, griping the bed sheet hard. In this angle, he was able to touch your carvix, you thought.

"Ahh~ baby" he moan into your ear and you gripped his hair instead of the bed sheet, tugging on it harshly. "fuck-k, ha-rder Jungkook" he growl upon hearing that but oblige nonetheless. Fucking you mercilessly.

"You are making me feel-" then he slam into you harder.

"So"

Thrust into you.

"Fucking"

Again thrust.

"Good"

Again, this time harder.

Your eyes roll to the back to your head for god knows how many times, tears starting to cascade from your eyes. Then you feel his dick twitching again, this time violently as his hips shudder, his thrusts were getting sloppier. You were close to your third orgasm of the day too.

So you slam back into him and say "Yeah~ cum for me" you whisper into his ear and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, then you feel warm liquid inside of you. You both were moaning into each others mouth as he makes sure to fill you full with his cum, giving you every drop of it. Your orgasm hit at the same time to, covering his dick with your cum.

You collapse on the bed after that, both of your cum dripping from your hole on the bed sheet but you couldn't care less. You were breathing furiously and when your eyes fell on Jungkook beside you, his condition was same as you too, panting harshly as he try to regain his breathing.

There's again that look in his eyes which couldn't figure out. His hands comes to your face as he wipe off some tears from your cheeks.

You fucking hate it at the same time can't push him away too. Knowing that he did all of this things to other women too make your heart ache.

Then he come closer to you, tracing your face with his fingers "are you okay?" he asked you so gently.

You hate him.

You nod your head at him as he smiles softly at you then you realize something was poking at your lower belly, when you see what it was, you come face to face with his hardening cock, again. He was still hard.

He smiled at you sheepishly as he asked you carefully "Do you think you can take more?"

Your response was quick "Yes, I can" he was amused by your answer but still gave a worried look. So you did something to prove to him that you aren't lying. You grab his dick, careful not to hurt him because he was already sensitive from the previous orgasm.

He hiss at that then kiss you quickly before hovering over you, settling between your legs as he positioned his cock at your entrance after rubbing it over your clit. Then he entered you slowly while pampering your face with kisses. You let out a silenced scream because it was too much for you but he hold you on place, calming you down, makes sure you were okay, that you weren't feeling any discomfort.

"Baby, I'm going to move now" he warned you before he started moving ever so slowly. His every thrust were agonisingly slow, you can feel every girth, every vein on his cock, every thrust were so intense that you hold onto him tightly, feeling overwhelmed by it.

The whole thing was so intimate that for a moment you thought that your relationship with him was okay, that nothing happened between you two, that he still loves you.

But you know better than anyone that it's not true,

That he is not yours anymore,

That he cheated on you,

That he choose another women over you,

That he doesn't love you anymore.

His deep thrust were able to pull you out if your thoughts. He then noticed tears in your eyes and it makes his eyes softer, he gently place his hand on you cheek and pull you into a kiss. This kiss wasn't anything aggressive or hungry rather it was slow and full of love, you thought.

All of these were pushing you close to your another orgasm. Then he place his hand on your clit and you almost let out a scream at that. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as he goes as deep as possible while rubbing at your bud, he swiftly lift one of your legs and push it to your chest, supporting it on his shoulder then he hit that certain place inside of you again and you felt your orgasm approaching you in a split second.

"ah fuck, yes! yes! K-keep going Jungkook!" then before you know it, it hit you with full force. You literally cry out at the intensity of it and you felt like you were going to pee at some moment but that's exactly not the case.

You squirt. You fucking squirt. When it first hit Jungkook's chest, he was confused then he pull him self off from you, sitting on his knees to see it. "Shit" was the only word which come out of his mouth. You clench around him uncontrollably which makes his movements shudder.

After, what felt like hours when you come back to your senses, you look at Jungkook who was looking at you in awe.

"You squirt, baby! That was so fucking hot of you" again started thrusting slowly into you but you knew he was close so you started clenching hard while grab his hair and tug on it as he groan in your neck. You started kissing down his neck while squeezing his asscheek with your hand which make his cock throb.

With some more thrust, he came, moaning your name in your ear, make you full yet again with his cum.

You both stay still there, sweaty body's clinging to each other as you both tried to catch your breath. He didn't let go of you, holding you tightly as he said-

"I love you, ____. No matter what, I'll still love you"

Lair!

You want nothing but to slap him hard on his face but the way he said it, there's a longing in his voice like he's afraid of loosing you. those words makes the tears fall from your eyes which had gathered on your waterline. You let yourself cry into his arms one last time and he did the same too.

You were surprised to find out that he was crying too. The tears damping the side of your hair and neck

Why is he crying? Does he regrets all of those things he has done to you?

Well, it doesn't matter now. Nothing matters anymore.

You separate yourself from him, without saying anything you head straight to the washroom.

After coming back, you found Jungkook staring at one your pictures which was settled on the nightstand. His cheeks were strained with tears From crying, you noticed. Then he looks at you. there's so much vulnerability in his eyes, he looks helpless.

But again, what's done is done.

You go back to him to show the very much video where he was fucking her behind your back.

"Can you figure out who this people are?" he looks at you confused and took the phone from you.

Upon seeing the video, he immediately knew what this video was about. His eyes widened like he just witnessed some ghost. He just stared at it, couldn't even able to say anything.

You scratch your phone out of his hands which makes him look at your direction. You saw complete horror in his eyes.

"W-where did you find it?" you scoff at that. "Seriously Jungkook? Oh wait, there's more" you play that call recording where they both were fucking each other while you were on the phone. This makes his eyes grow more wider. He was in complete state of shock. He couldn't understand how do you get the video and a call recording? Fuck that's even more messed up!

"Wh- no wait! At least give me a chance to explain ____" he tried to hold your hand but you shove him away from you.

"Why Jungkook? Didn't I tell you at the very beginning that if you fell in love with other person, you'll tell me then and there and I'll leave without any question? Didn't I?" your voice got slightly high at the end, you were still trying to control your composer as you said those words calmly, without any emotion in it.

It hurts Jungkook, hurts him so much about how cold your voice sounds, how your eyes has turned emotionless. He knows it's not easy to make you mad or upset but when you got mad or hurt, you turn into a completely different person. An emotionless, cold hearted person which he never want to see but here he was standing who was the very much reason behind your current state.

Seeing how much he has hurt you, hurts him too but it's too much late to realize that.

There was tears in his eyes as he begged you to listen to him, to at least give him a chance to explain.

"What's there to explain? You've already betrayed me, betrayed my trust. Do you think I'll believe whatever the shit you're trying to tell me? It's over, Jungkook. There's nothing left to explain or hear"

You slither at him with those words, even though you have a hard gaze, there's still tears in your eyes and you hated that.

Upon hearing those words, he gave up. The hot tears streaming down his face as he still tried to rush to you to stop you from leaving. You were about to open the door but he push it close, not letting you go yet.

"Please, I didn't want this to end this way ____, I-"

"But you wanted this to end. Good for you it finally does"

You said those words while looking straight into his eyes, at this moment you weren't able to hold back your tears any longer. Jungkook was already crying.

"Oh and whatever happened between us few minutes ago, I did that because you claim that I was not enough as a girlfriend and I was unable to take care of your needs, that I've never made you feel good the way she does, so gotta prove that statement wrong. Other than that, it was nothing" you said the sentence which he told her in that video, he remembers that. It makes his heart ache with more pain.

He wanted to tell you that it's not true,

That you were enough.

That you were more then enough.

That he still loves you.

That he never wanted this to end.

"no- wait it's not-" he tried for the last time but you beat him to that, already opening the door to leave.

Before you can leave, both of you come face to face the girl who steal your boyfriend from you and he let it happen.

Oh, what a drama.

She was shocked to see you there.

"What are you doing here?" there's venom in her voice as she asked you with so much hatred.

"I should be the one asking that to you, Yeri" you throw back at her. It shocked her that you remember her name and the way you say those words so confidently.

"Really? Oh wait, so you were the one sending those pictures to threatened me, huh?" she first scoff then said the last words loudly, nearly screaming at you. She had the audacity to grab your arm and harshly pulling at it.

Jungkook stands there dumbfounded, didn't know exactly what was going on. You know Yeri? And what pictures?

"You're lucky that you're the only one who received those pictures otherwise you won't be able to show your face to anyone again. Let me tell you one thing- stay out of my way unless you want to make your own life living hell" you said those curtly, staring back at her with emotionless eyes as you give her maniacing smile at the end. That must make her nervous because the next thing she does was that she push you back suddenly as she mouthed a "you bitch" and make you lose your balance but you were able to regain the balance yourself on time.

The thing you did next shocked both of them. You slapped her across her face, hard. Hard enough to leave mark there as she stumble on her feet and about to fall but Jungkook prevented that from happening.

You were fuming with anger at this point but then again Jungkook made you realize that you can never take her place, you can never be a good girlfriend to him, you can never be enough for him. His next words left yourself completely broken and numb from the inside.

"Please ____, she's pregnant" he whispered those words to you, you wouldn't be able to hear him if the atmosphere wasn't this much silent.

He looked at you for one last time and you did the same, both of your eyes were teary, the only difference was his eyes hold helplessness and longing in them and yours hold unbearable pain and hatred.

At that moment, he knew he completely lost you for forever. You walk away from him far and far away and he wasn't able to do a single thing.

This is how your beautiful relationship torn apart at the end.

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