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Content: Something fluffy and gender neutral

Content Warnings: Slight Dom-sub dynamic, hickeys described as bruises

Context: Depression has been kicking my ass. I might as well take inspiration from it

With the smallest touch, they brought you to life. The palm of their hand cupping your face had your lungs filling with air, skin covered in goosebumps, heart pounding in your chest, heat spreading throughout your body. They filled the pit in your stomach with butterflies as they pressed their lips against yours. The one taste in days that hadn't been bland being that of their tongue. The soft touch beneath your shirt breathed familiarity into the body that had felt so foreign just a few minutes before. They removed your shirt. Then next were your pants. Then underwear. “Open your mouth for me baby.” your partner cooed. You did what you were told, opening your mouth for them to stick two fingers in. Once their fingers were slick enough, they pulled them out of your mouth and pushed them into you from below. Your back arched as you mewled. Your voice was music to their ears. They treated your body as if its shape was molded in gold as you melted at their touch. Handling each and every inch of you with care. They were gentle even when leaving bruises on your neck and torso. And when you came, they ducked between your legs to drink it in like wine.

Drunk on You (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Court, aka @chvoswxtch, is a talented genius amazing superstar talent whose fic "ours." has consumed my mind all week and has inspired me. I hope I've done you proud, and I hope you like it! :)

Summary: Yours and Matt's relationship is still relatively new, but it's different in every conceivable way, and it's amazing. His plans for a nice romantic night in, however, get thrown for a loop before you arrive, and all he can think of is you.

Warnings: Fluff, Foggy and Karen being Foggy and Karen, shameless smut (talk of birth control and side effects, f!receiving oral, fingering, m!receiving oral, protected p in v sex, failed attempt at bondage, dirty talk, praise), swearing, these guys are basically soulmates, okay, they're in love and have thought about a future together and there's a whole detailed world for them in my head

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, Karen Page

Word Count: 3,586

Matt’s hands slide over his watch face for the time. “Do you guys think you can handle things here for the rest of the day?” he asks his friends.

“I think we can handle it,” Foggy hums, taking in the quiet office space around them. “You have a date with that girl, don’t you? Or is it a different one?”

“Nope, it should be the same girl,” Karen says. “It’s still within the time frame.”

Matt furrows his brows as he turns toward his friends. “Time frame?”

“Do we really need to go over this again, Mr. Serial Dater?” Foggy sighs. “How many girls did you see last year alone?”

“I don’t—.”

“Ten,” Karen supplements. “I mean, technically, it was nine because you dated the same girl twice, but they all fizzled out just as soon as they started. None of them lasted over two months.”

“And that’s not counting hookups we don’t know about. If my math is right, we’re almost at the two month mark in—.” Foggy turns to look at the calendar hanging on the wall to confirm. “—about a half of a week.”

“Thank you for the countdown, Father Time, but I don’t see that happening with her. She’s different.”

“Do we at least get her name? Since she’s so different than the others, that is,” Karen tries hopefully, and Matt can tell she’s eagerly biting her lip.

“(Y/N),” he concedes. “Her name is (Y/N). (Y/N/N).”

“Ooh, full name and a nickname. Are you treating (Y/N) to a fancy night out?” Foggy asks.

“Nope,” Matt grins, sliding on his jacket.

“Oh?” Karen hums. “Finally going to bring her to Josie’s?”

“So you guys can just happen to stroll in? No,” Matt continues to smile. “Not that it’s any of your business, but that’s where we met.”

“So, no fancy restaurant, no Josie’s . . .”

“I’m cooking for her at my place tonight. Happy now?”

Foggy and Karen ooh at him like a bunch of fifth graders.

“Well, here’s hoping she’s a heavy sleeper in case you hear a bank robbery across town and need to suit up.”

“Well, she knows.”

He can tell the way that they look at him, absolutely stunned. “Knows?” Karen repeats.

Matt puts his fingers up by his head to mimic his devil horns.

“EXCUSE ME?” Foggy shouts.

“It’s a long story, guys, and I have a dinner to prepare.”

“Let us know when the wedding is!” Foggy shouts as Matt leaves the office. “Knows . . . She knows! . . .”

Matt finishes plating the food before lighting the candles on the table, blowing out the match as he freezes in his tracks. His senses are good—he can always tell when you’re near, even though you haven’t been seeing one another long. But this time, even though you’re about a block away, it feels like you’re so much closer. Your scent is much stronger than usual. It’s not perfume, shampoo, or detergent clinging to your dress—it’s you. Matt can practically taste you on his tongue when he lets out a deep breath through his mouth, and it drives him wild. His thoughts are fuzzy, and all he can think of is how he wants his hands on you, dragging over every dip and curve of your body right until he’s between—.

Matt practically jumps out of his skin when you rap at his door. With one more deep breath and a quick adjustment to his pants, he makes his way to the door, swinging it open and greeting you with a warm smile. As soon as the door is even open a crack, you drown his senses. He feels almost drunk, and he just wants you.

“Hi,” he smiles, leaning in for a kiss. You meet him halfway, pressing your front flush against his, resting a gentle hand on his waist. He pulls you in even further, desperately trying to deepen the kiss. You smile and giggle into the embrace before you lean back and look up at him.

“Hello to you, too,” you smile. “It smells really good in here, and you look like quite the chef with your sleeves all rolled up and a towel over your shoulder.”

“You like the look, hm?” he teases, closing the door close and kissing your neck some more as he walks you into the loft.

“I do. I like it so much, I almost dropped the bottle of wine I brought, especially if you keep kissing that spot.”

He pulls back and kisses the top of your head. “Well, I’m glad you’ve both survived this far.” Matt, on the other hand, is barely holding on. Every second that you’ve been here—the whole 90 of them—he’s had to restrain himself from jumping on you the way he so desperately wants.

“How about we sit first?” Matt hums, giving your arm a squeeze.

“You’ve plated everything. I’d hate for the food to get cold. This looks lovely.” You lean over, kissing his cheek. As your lips leave his skin, he turns into you, kissing you deeply before dragging his embraces down your neck and up to the sweet spot behind your ear, humming in delight as he takes you in and kisses your skin. You let out a soft moan, your knees buckling slightly as you lean into him and hold onto his body.

“‘m pretty sure that this is supposed to happen after dinner,” you swallow, your fingers desperately holding onto his arms.

“Dinner can wait. You smell too good,” he murmurs into your skin, taking the wine from your hand and putting it on the island.

“I—!”

You suck in a breath in surprise when his hands travel low and squeeze at your hips.

“You smell good,” he repeats, his voice dipping low. “Better than dinner—better than it tastes.”

Your hands have a mind of their own, moving up his arms, letting your fingers rake through his hair.

“Matt . . .” you breathe. He can sense how your heart races as you hold him close. 

“I can stop if you want to,” he hums, dragging his kisses down along your collarbone. “But I really don’t want to angel.”

You let out a sigh that goes straight to his cock. “I-I don’t have anything,” you tremble, and Matt notices a slight edge of something else in your voice. You sound a little nervous, but it’s not like the two of you haven’t had sex before. There’s been a few times where you’ve done just this—throw your date plans out the window to just spend the night exploring one another’s bodies over and over until you’re both so worn you turn into a tangled mess of limbs in bedsheets. And then it clicks for him. Your smell being extra strong, your elevated temperature, your racing heart, and now the slight nervous tremble in your voice. You’ve been together for two months, and he’s been with you around the time of your period, and even during your period, but as he wracks his brain to work on timelines, he’s positive there’s only one solution.

You’re ovulating.

And you know it.

Matt pulls back slowly, his hands still on your hips as you face him. He desperately works to find your eyes, even though he knows he’ll never be able to, not in the way he wants. 

“And you’re . . . you’re not on . . .?” He doesn’t want to finish the sentence—it makes him feel slimy asking that, but he wants to hear you say it rather than conclude based on assumption, even if that assumption is rooted in everything your body is telling him.

“I-I’m not,” you confirm. “The side effects and stories I’ve heard from friends . . .” You shrug. “It didn’t seem worth it. As contraception or a way to help with periods.” He senses another shift in you, but this one is different. You’re embarrassed, ashamed even. 

“Hey,” Matt says softly, kissing you tenderly. “It’s your body. You need to do what’s best for it.”

You nuzzle into his touch, and he lets out a little hum. “I just hate to have killed the mood. Especially since I smell so irresistible, apparently. And those kisses were pretty damn nice.”

Matt can hear how you smile while you speak when an idea comes to his mind.

“What’s that face?” you smirk, holding onto him adoringly.

“We can still keep the mood going. I mean, I have condoms, but, if you don’t want to use them, I have another idea. All you have to do is sit down and look pretty for me.”

You eagerly bite your lip, making Matt chuckle. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips before leading you to his bedroom.

“Sit down for me, angel,” he hums. “And spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

With a smile, you do as he asks as he softly kisses up your thighs, moving back and forth between each leg until he’s the apex, pressing a large open-mouthed kiss to your covered core. You take in a sharp breath as he slowly kisses and licks at you. For just how badly Matt wants you, he’s surprised and impressed with the restraint he’s showing. You whimper and moan as he begins to set his pace, one of your hands moving to his head and tugging on his hair, urging him to get closer. Between your arousal and his mouth, your panties are absolutely soaked within minutes. 

“Hey,” you whine as he removes his mouth from you. “I was enjoying that.”

“I know,” he grins, sliding his hands up your legs until his thumbs hook around your panties and slide them down your legs before tossing them up behind you on the bed. “Those are mine, now.”

You chuckle, your laughs turning into a moan when he reattaches his lips to your dripping core. Your sounds are louder, more unrestrained now that his lips are on your dripping ones. The way you squirm against Matt’s face only eggs him on, the rotations of your hips are only helping drive your scent further into his nose, injecting pure you into his body. Wet sounds fill the room, even with his face as buried deep as it is, and he can sense the way you lean back more and more until you’re flat on your back on the mattress, still managing to pull at his hair while he eats you out. You’re done for as soon as he slips two fingers in you. You tremble with an intense orgasm as you cry out so hard, Matt can tell it hurts your lungs a little. You squeeze his head with your thighs, and Matt uses his free hand to grip onto your hip and hold you closer, bringing him on the verge of suffocation by pussy—which wouldn’t be the worst way to go, if he’s being honest.

Matt continues to lick and slurp up your juices, pushing you into overstimulation territory, your mews still music to his ears but with a tinge of discomfort, but not before you cum again and coat his face with your delicious release. Moving his lips off of your clit, he gently licks up your mess, pressing kisses all over your pelvis before lifting his head up above the skirt of your dress.

“Better than anything I could’ve cooked,” he grins as he proudly wears your slick on his face. “So good, I want to go back for seconds.”

“You gotta give me a second, tiger,” you breathily laugh, caressing the side of his face, and he desperately turns his head to kiss your palm. “Maybe while I recoop, you can get some condoms? Or at least put the dinner in the fridge so we don’t get poisoned when we get around to actually eating it.”

Matt smiles and pounces on you, caging your body beneath his before holding your face in his hands as he kisses you. You giggle and chase his lips happily, and Matt slips his tongue into your mouth to let you taste yourself even better. You squeal in delight as he presses you into the mattress, and he feels like a giddy teenager in love.

Shit. He loves you. 

He was pretty sure he did—from the moment he met you, he didn’t want to even think about dating anyone else. And call it the pheromones he’s undoubtedly drunk on right now, but he doesn’t see himself being with anyone but you for the rest of his life. 

“What’s on your mind, pretty boy?” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, and he can tell you’re looking at him as if he’s all the stars in the sky.

Yeah, he loves you.

“You,” he hums. “I got lucky, getting you in my life.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.” This time, it’s your turn to pull him down for a sweet kiss, and Matt feels as if his heart might explode.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs against your lips. “Stay just like this.”

“Kay,” you hum.

Matt presses one more kiss to your lips before he scurries out of his room, blowing out the candles, putting the plates in the fridge, and grabbing a box of condoms from his bathroom. When he comes back into his room, he finds you in the same spot he let you, pure relaxation covering you from your head to your toes. 

“You’ve got the stuff,” you smirk, and Matt can’t help but do the same. 

“I do,” he hums as he walks back to you, sitting on the mattress, leaning you up to snuggle into his side. “Are you sure you want to do this tonight? Because trust me, as much as I want to do this with you right now, I can wait until a better time. I don’t mind sticking my head back down between your legs and spending the rest of the night there. I’ll be just as happy there.”

Your eyes flutter shut, leaning into his body and kissing him. “I’m sure. And trust me, if that’s what you eat pussy like when I’m ovulating, I can’t wait to feel how you fuck me. No way I’m waiting to experience that.”

The last part seems to slip out past your lips before you can realize it, and you both know what it implies. A small smile pulls at the corners of Matt’s lips, and he leans forward to kiss you again before you have a chance to feel embarrassed, resting his forehead on yours. That’s not a conversation for tonight, but he’s touched that you’ve even considered it. “Alright, if you’re sure,” he whispers. “But you need to open the package.”

“I will, but first . . .” You straddle his lap and push him down on the mattress. “I think I need to take care of that painful looking bulge in your pants.”

Matt licks his lips in anticipation, listening to how you work yourself over him. You lean over, kissing and sucking a little mark into his neck before you unknot his tie and unbutton his shirt. 

“Do you trust me, Matt?” you ask.

“Completely,” he smiles. 

Taking his tie, you gently move his hands up above his head and begin to knot his fabric around his wrists. 

“Is it too tight?” you ask, brushing hair out of his face as if you’re clearing his line of sight. 

“‘s perfect,” he assures. “So are you.”

He can sense how you blush before you lean down and kiss him, softly dragging embraces down his exposed skin until you get to his pants, undoing his belt and sliding it off, and taking care of his pants, sliding it off his hips, leaving him exposed. He’s painfully hard—he’s surprised he didn’t cum in his pants while he was up to his eyeballs in (Y/N). He sucks in a breath between his teeth when your hand wraps around him, giving him some gentle pumps before you lean down and start to use your mouth. You press feather-light kisses on the underside of his shaft, licking his frenulum and gently caressing his balls. You get the tip of him in your mouth, so warm and wet, he swallows hard. 

“Wait,” he begs. “‘m not gonna last if you keep going like that.”

You smirk as you bring your mouth down toward his base before you let your hot breath spread over him.

“We both know that this isn’t the first time you’ll be cumming tonight, Matty,” you hum. 

You lick along the vein in his shaft until you’re back at the tip, opening your mouth and going down on him. Matt cries out at the top of his lungs, his hips bucking up as he lets out his release. He breaks out of the satin restraint, his hands moving to the sides of your face, not to force you down, but just to have his hands on you. When you finish sucking him dry, you pull off, licking your lips before you swallow.

“I’m offended. You broke out of my knot,” you chuckle. 

“Sorry,” he says with a blissed, dopey smirk. 

“No, don’t apologize. It was hot. Like, really hot. Like, we’re going to have to do something like that in the future hot.”

“Are we now?”

“Mmm. Now, where’d you put that box of condoms?”

Leaning over, you grab the box and pull out the foil package, tearing it open while he gets up and takes off the rest of his clothes before you carefully slide on the latex.

“Sweetheart, I think you’re a little overdressed,” he hums as his hands slide up under your dress. 

“What’re you gonna do about it?” you grin. 

His hands grip the zipper, pulling it down the track before sliding it off of your body, his hands then deftly moving to remove your bra. 

“There we go,” he smiles before leaning in and taking one of your breasts into his mouth, letting himself get lost in the soft, supple flesh. You both roll around in the bed until you’re under him, Matt sliding into you.

“Aah!” you cry out, your fingers grabbing a bruising grip onto his shoulders. It gets stronger the further that he pushes into you. Even with two orgasms and plenty of your arousal dripping from between your legs, you’re still so tight.

“That’s it,” he hums. “That’s it, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart.”

“Fuck!” you cry out, throwing your head back as you scratch angry red lines down his back.

“A little more, angel, you can do it. You can do it . . . Good girl, just like that.”

You both let out a grunt when he bottoms out in you, taking a moment to adjust.

“Just say the word for me, and I’ll start moving.”

“I-I need you,” you say almost immediately. “Matt, please, start moving. D-Don’t hold back.”

He takes your face in his hands, kissing you deeply before he starts thrusting. He does as you ask, not starting slow like he has in your past sexual encounters. Your moans and cries are music to his ears, spurring him on to go even faster, making you cry out louder. 

“Matt!” you cry with a guttural moan. “Yes! You’re so deep!”

“Made f’me,” Matt growls as he throws your legs up over his shoulders and folding you in half. “Mine.”

“Yours! I’m yours!”

Matt slithers a hand up your body, mapping out your soft skin with his touch until his hand is around your neck, holding your jaw, fingers spread before giving it a light squeeze. He listens to how your body reacts immediately, your warm, wet, tight cunt squeezing his cock as a response as you moan and bite your lip.

Matt’s going to have fun with that fact.

“Are you ready to cum, sweetheart?” he coos as he slams into you so hard, he’s pretty sure that your cunt might be permanently stretched and remolded to match the shape of his cock. “Can you cum around my cock for me?”

“Yes,” you whimper, one of your hands dropping to his forearm, giving it a squeeze. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop! Make me cum—make me cum hard! Just don’t stop!”

Matt lowers himself to kiss you deeply, your bodies a tangled, squished mess as he keeps pounding into you. You hold onto his face desperately, deepening the connection and the kiss until you open your mouth to let out an unbridled cry of pleasure. It hurts his ears, but what a sound to go deaf to. His hand slides from your neck, moving to higher up on your waist as he kisses you through your high, his sweaty forehead eventually falling to the crook of your neck as he experiences his own release.

The two of you are a panting, sweaty mess, tangled together and coming back to your senses while he softens inside of you. A few minutes pass, and he finally musters the energy to pull out of you, tying off the condom and throwing it in the trash by his bed.

“If you’re gonna fuck me like that every time I ovulate,” you pant, kissing his cheek before resting your forehead on his temple. “I’m in for a real treat.”

Matt chuckles, enjoying the taste of your skin and how it mixes with your sweat. In that moment, everything is calm, quiet . . . everything makes sense. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he hums, his hands roaming your body. “We’re not done yet.”

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Warm Me Up

Eris Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: light smut

Summary: While the Y/N and Eris are attending meetings on the continent, they are caught in a snow storm and stumble across a cabin. They need to spend the night as they are snowed in.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

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The storm showed no signs of stopping and even with Eris beside her, Y/N could still feel the cold creeping into her body. The fur cape draped over her shoulders didn’t even block out the cold. She couldn’t even feel her feet anymore. Beside her, Eris kept his head held high as he looked for any possible shelter, Y/N would help but if she even lifted her head from the confines of the fur cape, she was sure she would simply freeze to death. 

Once the storm had begun to pick up miles back, Eris had kept them contained within a ring of fire that prevented any snow from landing on them and kept them warm. However the more they walked, the more Eris began to tire until the ring of fire simply vanished from existence, leaving the two to face the cold alone. 

As Y/N walked, she could feel her legs get heavier and heavier, they gradually got harder to move. Y/N knew that Eris would be able to walk a lot faster than their current pace but he remained by her side, he slowed his pace when she did and quickened it when she did. Every single step they took was side by side. 

“There!” Eris suddenly exclaimed, voice shouting over the wind. “A cabin!”

Y/N looked in the direction of Eris’s pointed finger and relief filled her body. If she had to walk any further, she was sure her legs would give out and she would die being buried by snow. Both of them quickened their pace, or as much as they possibly could, and headed for the cabin. It might have been inhabited but Y/N didn’t particularly care. She would force her way in no matter who lived there. 

The cabin came closer and closer in view but was being blocked out by the storm. It was somehow getting worse and Y/N struggled to fight her way through the thick snow. Her heart hammered in her chest. I’m not going to make it, she thought.

“Y/N!” Eris shouted, his arm wrapping around her waist. “Don’t give up now, we’re nearly there!”

Eris helped her on the final stretch to the cabin. There were no lights on and the place seemed to be abandoned. Y/N felt Eris push her forward to open the door first before he followed just behind her, slamming the door and barring it in place. 

They both panted, trying to catch their breath. Y/N clutched onto the fur cape draped around her tightly. The cabin was void of any indication someone was living inside. There was a worn out couch in the corner of the room, sitting in front of a large fireplace. A bed was pushed against the opposite side of the room, there was a simple blanket and a pillow on it. Nothing comfortable, Y/N thought. There was a small kitchen area that seemed to hold the bare minimum although some of the pans were clearly rusted. The only other room in the cabin seemed to be a small bathroom just off from the bedroom filled with a sink, toilet and a bath. It could be worse.

“It’s a travellers cabin,” Eris explained as he caught his breath. “It’s free to use for anyone traversing the land.”

“It looks as if no one has used it in years,” Y/N commented.

Eris shrugged. “It’s most likely no one has. It is a few days until the next city.”

Y/N watched Eris’s gaze become focused on the fireplace and before she could stop him, he flicked his hand and a large fire roared to life. 

“Why would you do that?” Y/N exclaimed. “You needed to rest and save your energy.”

“You are cold,” Eris answered. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Y/N replied. “Don’t do that again.”

“Why?” Eris cocked his head. “Would you rather we cuddle together for warmth?”

Y/N flushed. “That is not what I meant and you know it.”

Eris placed a hand against his chest. “I should be offended Y/N. Your High Lord offers to cuddle together and you decline? Many would kill you just to have this opportunity.”

Y/N rolled her eyes before walking over to the couch to sit in front of the fire. Of course when Eris originally asked her to attend a few meetings on the continent with him, she accepted. After all, Eris was her friend. But now as she sat shivering, even in front of a fire, she was beginning to regret that decision. 

“If the storm clears by the morning, we can leave at daybreak,” Eris said, taking a seat next to Y/N, his arms brushing against hers. 

“How much longer do you think it will take us to get to the next city?” Y/N asked, her gaze turning to focus on Eris. 

Snow still clung to his auburn hair and Y/N found herself reaching forward to brush it away. As soon as her hand came closer, Eris tensed but as she began to run her fingers through his hair, he relaxed, leaning closer to her. “Sorry,” she apologised, as if she just realised what she was doing. “You still had some snow in your hair.”

Y/N pulled her hand away and pulled out a map from inside her cloak, completely missing the disappointed expression on Eris’s face. 

“It will be another two days before we reach our destination,” Eris responded. “I am unsure if there are any other travellers cabins but there are caves to the west, we can take shelter in those if needed.”

Y/N snorted. “Eris Vanserra. Willingly taking shelter in a cave. I never thought I would see the day.”

Eris rolled his eyes. “I can make myself comfortable even in dire circumstances, my dear. IF a cave is the only shelter there is, I will happily make a home in it.” Eris paused as if thinking of his next words carefully. “I am surrounded by company I feel safe in, I am sure I would be able to sleep in the middle of a forest completely unarmed and still have my full eight hours uninterrupted.”

Y/N’s expression softened. “You feel safe around me?”

Eris’s eyes met Y/N’s. An emotion she had never seen before, swimming within the two pools of molten lava. From the moment Y/N had met Eris nearly seventy years ago, she had only ever seen the wall of fire within his eyes.The barrier he had put up to hide himself around any company that could possibly endanger anything he was protecting. When Y/N first met Eris, that wall of fire was the only thing she saw when she looked at him. Now, whenever Y/N looked into his eyes, she saw nothing of the sort. She only saw the loyalty, love and the passion that he had for his family and his court. 

Y/N leaned closer to him as Eris cleared his throat and stood up from the couch. “We should be getting to sleep soon. You can take the bed, I will sleep on the couch as soon as you move from it.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, you take the bed, Eris. With your long legs, you wont even fit on the couch. I’ll sleep here, it’s fine.”

Eris folded his arms across his chest. “I am not allowing you to sleep on the couch, Y/N. You were nearly freezing to death out there.”

Y/N rose to her feet and stared up at Eris. His perfectly shaped brows were pointed down in a frown as he stared at her. He said softly, “You take the bed, Y/N.”

Y/N broke eye contact with Eris and glanced at the bed on the other side of the room. It wasn’t too small but it wasn’t the largest bed in existence either. But it did have enough room to fit the two of them. 

“We could share it,” Y/N suggested, suddenly sheepish. “If neither of us want the other to sleep on the couch.”

Eris quickly glanced at the bed then back to Y/N. There seemed to be a small red tinge to his cheeks but Y/N couldn’t tell if it was a blush or just from the cold. 

“Only if you are comfortable with that, Y/N,” Eris replied. “I do not wish to make you uncomfortable.”

Y/N reached forward to gently squeeze his hand. “You could never make me uncomfortable, Eris.”

Eris offered her one of his rare smiles and pulled her gently over to the bed. Y/N felt her heart beating faster and faster the longer he held onto her hand. That one touch alone sent her senses into overdrive. Ever since she first met Eris, Y/N had always thought that he was beautiful. But as she got to know the real him, the harder she fell for him. Nearly fifty years she had been harbouring feelings for her friend, never brave enough to tell him. 

Eris sat down on the bed and unbuckled his boots as he slowly undressed, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. Y/N’s eyes bulged out of her head for two reasons. The first being that she was staring at his bare muscular body. And the second reason being that it was freezing and Eris was standing there like the cold didn’t bother him in the slightest. 

Eris turned around and noticed Y/N’s expression, his signature smirk plastered across his face. “Do you like what you see, Y/N?”

Y/N’s eyes dropped down to his bare chest, then torso, then…lower, before reaching his eyes again. “Are you not cold?”

Eris shook his head. “I only feel a slight chill, nothing I can’t handle.”

The only items of clothing Y/N took off were her boots at cloak, though she was visibly shaking from how cold it was. Without another word, both Y/N and Eris laid down on the bed, only a couple of inches between their bodies. The heat radiating from Eris warmed Y/N but not too much she was still shivering. 

Y/N closed her eyes and shuffled on the bed to try and get comfortable but it was barely any use, she was wearing too many layers. With a huff, Y/N opened her eyes and she let out a quiet gasp at how close her face was to Eris. In her desire to simply lay down and get warm, Y/N failed to notice the singular pillow occupying the bed. The pillow both her head and Eris’s rested on. 

Y/N’s gasp made Eris open his eyes and he too let out a small sound of surprise. From up close, Y/N could see the small faint freckles that littered his cheeks and nose. She could also notice the many different shades that made up his eye colour. It wasn’t just one colour like she had originally thought, it was many different shades working and mixing together to create, in Y/N’s opinion, the most beautiful colour she had ever seen. 

Neither of the two moved away as they looked into each other's eyes, heads resting on the same pillow. Y/N’s whole body was cold yet she felt like Eris’s gaze alone had set her alight. She knew that she shouldn’t be having feelings for her best friend but the way he looked at her, sent her body into overdrive. 

“You’re shivering,” Eris commented. 

“I’m cold,” Y/N responded, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“Do you trust me?” Eris questioned.

“With my life,” Y/N said with absolute certainty. 

There was a brief look of longing in Eris’s eyes before he lifted his head from the pillow. A disappointed feeling washed over Y/N. 

“Take off your clothes,” Eris said. “It sounds strange, but trust me.”

“Your idea to warm me up is by stripping layers?” Y/N chuckled but complied. 

As she shrugged off her thick jacket, Eris’s eyes didn’t leave hers and she flushed. The intensity sent a flock of butterflies free in her stomach. With each layer she stripped, the colder she got, yet the feeling of Eris’s eyes on her somehow made it all worth it. The whole time he never broke eye contact. 

Her final layer was just a shirt and as she slowly stripped it off, Y/N caught Eris’s eye drop from her eyes to gaze upon her body before snapping back to her face. 

Y/N shivered as a particularly strong gust travelled through the cabin. “What now? If this was all just a plot to get me naked, Eris. I swear to the–”

Eric cut her off with a chuckle. “It wasn’t, although I like what I am seeing.” This time as his gaze dipped, he didn’t try to hide it. Y/N swore she could feel a heated path where Eris’s gaze drifted. 

“Come here,” Eris said and Y/N complied, getting back into the bed and under the thin blanket. 

Before Y/N had the chance to complain about the cold, Eris pulled close until his chest was pressed firmly against her back. The bare skin to skin contact was enough to send Y/N’s body into overdrive. Eris’ s strong arms wrapped around her middle and his legs tangled with hers. Y/N stared wide eyed at the wall in front of her. 

“What are you doing?” Y/N questioned. 

Eris didn’t respond but Y/N suddenly felt her body get warmer and she sighed and relaxed into Eris’s arms. “How are you doing that?”

“I can share my body heat,” Eris explained. “It only works with skin to skin contact.”

The warmth Y/N felt was unlike no other. Whilst the fire in the corner of the room had warmed her to a degree, making her hands and feet tingle back to life, the warmth she felt wrapped within Eris’s arms made her entire being warm. It was more than just skin deep, it encased her lungs, her heart, her brain, everywhere where Eris touched. 

“How did I not know you could do this?” Y/N questioned.

“Well, you and I have never been in this position before,” Eris teased. 

Y/N sighed, though a smile tugged at her lips. “Were you that desperate to get your hand on me?” 

The cabin was silent as Y/N anticipated his reply. Of course she was only expecting his usual witty flirtatious remark that meant nothing. But what Eris said sent her spiralling. 

“I’ve wanted to get my hands on you for a long time, Y/N.”

There was no joking tone within his voice, nor was it flirtatious. It was genuine and sincere. Y/N froze as Eris’s arms tightened around her body. 

“You cannot mean that, Eris.”

“Of course I mean it,” Eris muttered, his voice low and his breath brushed her ear.

Eris’s fingers traced slow teasing circles on the bare skin of Y/N’s upper thigh. It sent shivers down her spine and made her heart beat rapidly. With a tilt of her head, their eyes locked. Eris’s eyes were intense as his fingertips gripped her plush thigh tightly causing Y/N to gasp. A magnetic force drew them together as Y/N began to lean forward. Never would she expect that Eris would want her the way she wanted him, and now it was happening and Y/N could hardly believe it. The air was thick with anticipation and Eris’s signature smirk toyed at the corners of his lips. 

“You really mean that,” Y/N whispered, though this time it was more of a statement than a question. 

Eris's answer came when he lowered his lips to hers in a searing kiss. It was everything Y/N had always imagined. His kiss sent her nerves on fire as Eris manoeuvred himself so he hovered above Y/N on the bed. Y/N’s fingers tangled in Eris’s tousled hair and pulled him closer, not wanting there to be an inch between their bodies. His hands explored the curves of her body, finally allowing the desire building within him to tip over the edge. 

Eris deepened the kiss as his tongue teased the seam of Y/N’s lips. To tease him, Y/N denied his entry. Eris only smirked against her lips as his hand trailed to her legs before harshly parting them and slotting himself between them. Y/N gasped, allowing for Eris’s tongue to dart within. His tongue explored her mouth with an intensity that left them both breathless. 

“I have waited so long to do this,” Eris mumbled against her lips. 

“Then why did it take you so long?” 

“I was not sure how you felt about me,” he admitted, trailing kisses across her jaw and down her neck.

Y/N closed her eyes and gripped onto him tighter. “And how are you so sure now?”

Eris’s hips moved against hers the smallest amount and caused a soft moan to slip past Y/N’s lips. “That’s why.”

As soon as Eris’s lips connected with Y/N’s once more, she wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing Eris to rest his weight on top of her. There was not a single point where their bodies weren’t connected. 

“You are beautiful,” Eris said, with complete sincerity in his eyes. 

“And so are you,” Y/N responded.

Eris scoffed playfully. “I know I am. I just wanted to tell you because I assume you don’t hear it often.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Do you want me to kick you outside in the cold snow storm?”

Eris laughed before all the humour washed from his face. “But you truly are beautiful, Y/N. I don’t tell you that enough.”

Y/N smiled. “Then show me how beautiful I am.”

“That I can do, my love,” Eris replied.

Their bodies moved rhythmically as they explored one another, limbs entangled in a passionate embrace. As Eris’s mouth found its place on her neck once more, Y/N’s back arched, wanting to be closer to him. She was sure she had never felt so much desire for one person before, and she didn’t want to feel this way with anyone else. Y/N only wanted Eris. 

Y/N rolled her hips to meet Eris and she could feel his hardened length press against her. A guttural moan slipped past his lips and all Y/N wanted to do was elicit that sound from him again. So she did. With each roll of her hips, Eris moaned into the crook of her neck, breathing heavily. 

“Please slow down,” Eris whispered into her ear.

“Why?” Y/N challenged. “You’re going to finish so soon?”

“No,” Eris replied, nipping at her ear before he pulled back and looked deep in her eyes. There was hunger within them that Y/N had never seen before. “Because the first time I fuck you, it wont be on a dusty bed in a mouldy cabin.”

Y/N couldn’t help the whimper that slipped past her lips. Eris smirked and pressed his lips against hers once more and Y/N fully melted into him, completely lost within him. And Y/N didn’t care if she ever found her way back. 

The need for Eris to touch her was strong but what was stronger was his promise. He wouldn’t until they were in a bedroom somewhere to fit his high standards. Which meant nothing short of a palace with large balcony doors overlooking the landscape. Y/N could only imagine it. Her and Eris lazily waking in the bed before she opened her legs and his mouth would attach to her, eliciting all sorts of sweet noises from her. Of course Y/N would shortly return the favour and then–

“Y/N,” Eris’s voice interrupted her and she hadn't even noticed that Eris had stopped kissing her. 

“Huh?” 

The smile on Eris’s face was one she wished to see every single morning and every single night and every hour between. “I asked where you went.”

“I was just wondering how you would fuck me in a large palace with balcony doors that overlook a large waterfall,” Y/N responded, wrapping her arms around Eris’s neck. 

“Is that what you want?” Eris asked.

“It wouldn't be the worst view in the world,” said Y/N.

“Consider it done,” Eris said, pressing a tender kiss to her lips before changing position so his back now laid back down on the bed, Y/N’s head buried in the crook of his neck. 

Y/N hummed in delight as she breathed in his scent. “You have no idea how long I have wanted you.”

“How long?” Eris asked, his fingers tangling within the ends of her hair. 

“Nearly fifty years,” Y/N admitted. 

“I have you beaten,” Eris responded. “I’ve wanted you for seventy years. The moment I met you, I knew I wanted you– needed you.”

Y/N smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “Now you have me.”

“And I will worship you the way you deserve,” Eris responded, pulling Y/N tiger in his arms, his hand resting on the back of her head. “For the rest of my life.”

“And I will worship you, Eris Vanserra,” Y/N responded. “The way you deserve and the way you have deserved for so many years.”

A soft smile spread across Eris’s features. He pressed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead, allowing his lips to linger there. “We should sleep. Because the sooner we arrive at the next city, the sooner I can ravish you the way I want to now.”

Despite her warmth, Y/N shivered. “Let’s not speak about that now, because if we do any longer then I will climb on top of you right now and have my way with you.”

Eris only chuckled in response and lightly scratched Y/N’s scalp causing her to sigh in delight. “I do love you, Y/N. I always have.” There was a hint of vulnerability to his tone that Y/N had never heard before. “I wish I would have told you sooner but I didn’t want to put you in any danger. What my father would do to you if he found out I loved you? That would break me.”

“Hey,” Y/N said, gently caressing his cheek. “That bastard is dead. You don’t need to worry about what he would have done to me, because nothing did happen. Now you can show me all the love you want and I can show you too. Because we have fifty years of time to catch up on.”

Eris smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, caressing her face. Y/N smiled at him before resting her head on his chest as he held her close to him. Y/N drifted to sleep whilst listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. A heart she knew beat for her, just as hers beat for him.

myg/qw: 2

↳ this was supposed to be something dirty but it turned out to be way longer and softer.

❒ pairing: min yoongi x reader

❒ genre: fluff, smut

❒ alternative universe: none

❒ rating: 18+

❒ word count: 1.3k

warnings/disclosures: established relationship, I’m bad at smut please be kind!, I guess hints of daddy kink, rip kitten pet name, hello bunny pet name 💖, soft yoongi, loved up yoongi, I can’t just make porn without plot, it has to have some kind of plot and love, hinted emotional trauma, unedited as always

main ml • AO3

You’re trying in vain to muffle the whine that slips past your kiss bitten lips, fingers knotted in the silky softness that is Yoongi’s hair. The grip he has on your trembling thighs is firm, strong fingers dimpling the flesh as they continue to tremble with every kiss he presses to your cunt. He relishes every twitch and every whiny keen he pulls from you as he teases you with the tip of his tongue, dipping every so often into your opening slowly dragging his way through your folds to swirl around your aching bud. You’d be embarrassed if it weren’t for the fog that clung to your consciousness, and the way he moves to suckle at your clit. Your legs twitch again, knees nearly knocking into one another as he continues to tighten his grip on your thighs. 

“Y’okay bunny?” he asks, voice thick, drawl a few octaves deeper, one your body has unconsciously come to recognize. The one that only comes when he’s drunk on you and taken his fill of the sweetness between your thighs. When he doesn't get an answer he sinks his teeth into the meat of your thigh humming his displeasure as you hiccup, fingers tightening their hold on his hair.

“I asked you a question.” he growls, loosening his hold on your thighs to crawl up your body. Your eyes have fallen shut, face turned away from his as a shuddered breath leaves your lips. His hand finds yours, fingers slotting together as he cups your face with the other. “Hey, hey, shh, hey it’s okay. You’re okay, look at me bunny.” he whispers letting his weight blanket you, waiting patiently, watching as your eyelids flutter open and your beautiful eyes meet his. 

“I’m okay.” you sigh when he presses his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue as he moves to deepen it. Yoongi’s always been patient with you, even when after nearly three years of dating you were still painfully shy when it came to being intimate. 

“Y’sure, we can always stop.” he reminds softly, squeezing the hand he’s yet to let go. You do, because with Yoongi it wasn’t only your want but your need to be with him. He made everything seem so simple, like loving you was always this easy, when to him it was. There wasn't a time when he wasn't in love with you, from the moment you had awkwardly stumbled through a confession to now. He can’t say that it’s always been perfect, it’d taken some time for you to grow accustomed to his touch, his taste but more so his love. The emotional trauma you’d carried with you had been the biggest obstacle, one that had proven to be his greatest foe. 

It’d taken him months to find his way through that maze of locked up emotions, but eventually he did. You still smiled at the floor instead of up at him, but you’d opened your heart enough to let him make himself comfy. Enough to make sure his residence was permanent, but more so that you knew that he was there to stay. It’s moments like this that remind you of it, they help settle your racing heart and calm your nerves. You can feel his cock twitch against your thigh, a reminder that he wants you just as much as you want him. 

“Want you Yoon, wanna feel you.” You breathe, freeing your hand to cup his face and pull him into another kiss. Your heart aches at the way he licks into your mouth tasting you, savoring the feel of you as he swallows every sigh until your gasping when he teases your opening with the tip of his cock. 

“Deep breath bunny.” He grunts as he slowly pushes into you, the moan you let out is broken and breathy. You hiccup as he bottoms out, clenching around him and relishing just how full you feel. He bucks his hips, bumping against your clit as you cry out hands scrambling for something to hold onto, he catches them easily slotting your fingers together again. Your vision is blurred as he cants his hips, his pace is slow but he makes sure to press in deep. He wants you to really feel him as he brushes all the places that make your toes curl and your skin tingle. It’s not rushed, has never been with Yoongi, he doesn’t fuck, he makes love. His breath mingles with yours as he grinds his hips into yours and you buck your hips to match his pace. 

“N-need more.” you keen as he releases your hands, dragging them down your sides to hook under your knees. There's tears in your eyes as he rises to his knees, pressing your knees to your chest. The ache you feel from the stretch causes you to whine, hands knotting in the bedding. The sheets are damp beneath you, though your gaze has fallen to the bead of sweat that clings to Yoongi’s temple. His skin is slick glistening in the low light that comes through the windows, he looks ethereal much too precious a being for this world.

Your gasping as he angles his hips pressing impossibly deeper, his pace is brutal, hips smacking into your own with so much force your sliding across the sheets. Each thrust is purposefully deep, so much so that the coil in your belly has tightened impossibly, your walls clench, tightening just enough to alert Yoongi. 

"Cum for me bunny." He grunts releasing one of your legs to rub at your clit. You’re crying out his name as you cum, knees knocking into his sides as he continues to thrust into you. 

"That's it, that's my good girl." He groans as he spills inside of you, before letting his body rest against yours. The air is thick, the smell of sex is strong reminding you of what has just transpired. Yoongi is warm, sweat slick skin pressing to yours somewhat uncomfortably and yet not unwelcome. His hair smells like your watermelon shampoo, as you nuzzle into it. He's taken to mouthing at your chest nipping at the tops of your breasts affectionately. 

"Do you finally feel better?" He asks planting one last kiss to your chest before wrapping his arms around you and flipping you so that you're resting on him. You sigh resting your head against his chest humming as he draws shapes into your back and shoulders. 

"I'm sorry, it was stupid." 

"Its not stupid bunny, everyone had their bad days." 

"Not you." He chuckles and you feel it more than hear it, his hand falling to your neck and squeezing softly. 

"I have my days, it's just something that we all have to deal with. You just have to remember that life goes on and someone who you're really meant to be with will come along to remind of that." He murmurs pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and continuing to draw shapes on your back. Your heart has settled, the nasty emotions from earlier in the day have disappeared, and not for the first time are you're glad to have met Yoongi that rainy day in June three years ago. The smile that tilts your lips upward is soft, remiscent of the love you share with this man, whom your more then happy to spend the rest of your life with if he'll have you. Your eyes feel heavy, exhaustion tugging your towards what will no doubt be a deep slumber, when you feel the sharp sting on your ass. You whine squirming away from the warm palm that rubs over the heated skin. 

"Don't fall asleep on me just yet, we need to get you cleaned up." Yoongi laughs, as he gently coaxes you out of bed and into the bathroom where he helps you wash off the sweat and grime of your vigorous love making. 

tagging @boymeetsweevil, this is what that line from the other day turned into lmao 🤣 enjoy

THIS WAS SO CUTE AND WHOLESOME DESPITE IT BEING SMUT OMGGG I LOVE THIS SM THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS <333

leehan + fingering

a/n: his hands are pretty. that’s it. that’s all i have to say.

warnings: inexperienced!reader, fem!reader, leehan is slightly inexperienced, fingering ofc, making out/bit of spit, dirty talk, bit of a praise kink, some insecurity/worrying, use of the names baby, pretty girl, my girl, and princess (again i went overboard… this is kinda graphic & way too long)

SMUT UNDER THE CUT. MDNI.

when you first started dating, you told leehan upfront that you hadn’t really explored your sexuality. when you brought up intimacy with him, he also shared that he didn’t have ton of experience either, making your heart calm down a bit. him being him, he was so kind and understanding. he never pressured you, never made you feel like you had to have sex at any point. he was willing to wait for your comfort, telling you that he doesn’t mind at all to be patient and that the ball is in your court. he wanted you to initiate things, so that he knew it was what you really wanted. that whole conversation was basically just him showing off how much of a green flag man he is, and again, you felt that same sense of relief.

to this day, you still haven’t really done anything with him besides making out. you wanted him, of course you did. your heart yearned for him, you wanted to make him feel good. you wanted to see what he looks like when he’s overcome with pleasure. you wanted to hear the sounds he makes caused by your body, your hands, your mouth. your nerves just got in the way of things, until today.

you were riled up all day, not knowing how to handle yourself. you kept thinking about what it would feel like to finally have leehan inside you; the sounds, the sensations, the love that would be shared. you two spent the day together and it seemed like everything he did somehow turned you on. you especially felt like his hands were making you go crazy. your boyfriend had the prettiest hands ever. you wondered what it would feel like to have them inside you, sliding in and out while he watches you, hopefully praising you. god, you knew it would feel so good to get praised by him. have him tell you how pretty you look when you fall apart-

“baby, are you doing okay? you seem like you’ve been out of it?” he asked you as you two sat on the couch together. you completely zoned out while thinking about him. “yeah- i’m fine, just a little bit stressed i think?” you responded, to which he pouted slightly while thinking for a moment. his eyes lit up as if something clicked and he looked at you with a sweet smile before saying, “how about we go on a night drive? we can talk and you can tell me everything that’s on your mind?” you nodded in agreement, but were freaking out on the inside. the thought of being in such a closed space with him made your heart rate go up.

you drove around a bit, before finding a nice parking lot that was pretty much empty. you put the car in park, while keeping it on so you could have some chill music softly playing in the background. you sat there in silence for a moment, before he broke it by asking “wanna get in the back?” you nodded as you both climbed in the back, but you made sure you were sitting as far from him as possible.

“what’s wrong? did i do something?” he asked you as he noticed immediately the distance you put between the two of you. he never misses anything. “no! i promise it’s not you- i’m just stressed.” he looked at you for a bit, noticing how you refused to make eye contact with him, before asking “but why are you so stressed?” you took a big deep breath in, feeling as though you should just be honest about the fact that your body craved him. fuck it, might as well spit it out before he starts to worry that he did something wrong.

“it’s just embarrassing- but… i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day.” you admitted as your cheeks started heating up. he smiled at you, “but i’m right here? why would you be thinking about me?” he asked in sincerity. you couldn’t believe he didn’t get the hint at first, maybe he just thought you were so innocent that sex wasn’t really on your mind or something. you sighed in defeat, “leehan, i can’t stop thinking about your hands. i’m curious, i guess? i mean if it’s okay-“ he interrupted you, knowing you were about to go on a tangent, “what? that’s not embarrassing at all. it’s natural to want your lover.” he said in a gentle, but deep voice. god, even his voice was enough to make your pussy leak. “can we… maybe do something?” you asked as you hid behind your hands, feeling your face get even warmer. he scooted over to get closer to you. he moved your hands away so he could see you, and he had a soft smile on his lips as he asked “yes. are you sure, though?” you nodded enthusiastically, feeling like your body was on fire with how much you needed him.

“just relax for me, pretty girl.” he whispered as he got even closer to you, kissing your forehead, closing the space between you two. his soft, full lips melted into yours as he kissed you with such passionate. just the feeling of his lips on yours was enough to have your head spinning and your insides doing somersaults. his tongue made its way into your mouth, playing with your own. his hand pushed back a few strands of your hair behind your ear, then started caressing your cheek. you broke the kiss, both of you out of breath, before you whispered “more” to him. you attacked his own lips with yours; this kiss was much messier and full of desperation. you wrapped your arms around his body, pulling him close to you. he broke the kiss, a bit of saliva still connecting the two of you. “gonna take such good care of you.” he said as he gave you another soft kiss then started kissing your neck, nipping at your soft skin, making you moan out. “leehan, please, i need you” you whined as you felt like if he didn’t touch you, you might combust.

“so needy. what am i gonna do with you?” he laughed lightly as he pulled back to look at you. “you’re so beautiful… can i take care of you?” he asked as he gestured to your bottoms. you quickly nodded your head and even started to take off your bottoms for him, making him chuckle at how eager you were. he gently moved your hands, wanting to do it for you, and he took them off so you were only in your panties. he took a deep breath in as he was able to see the big wet patch. “so wet already, you must have been aching for me, huh?” he questioned, and once again you nodded with a “mhmm” as a response. he brought his hand to your clothed cunt, his index finger just barely traced the wet spot, making you flinch. he barely touched you and your body was already so sensitive. the way you flinched made your body start to heat up, getting embarrassed at how needy you must seem. “s-sorry about that…” you apologized with your head down. he immediately picked your chin up, so you were looking directly at him. “you’re okay, princess, gonna make you feel so good.” he said as he looked at you with a sudden look of concentration. “can i take your panties off?” he asked as he started circling the large wet spot again, and smirked as you immediately let out a breathless “yes.”

he practically ripped your panties off your body, staring at your now fully exposed pussy. he went in for another kiss, then asked “can i touch you?” “i think i’ll die if you don’t” you admitted to him, causing him to laugh. he took his index and middle fingers into his mouth, making sure to coat them well before taking them out. you felt yourself clench around nothing as you watched him do probably the hottest thing you have ever seen someone do, and he must have noticed as he asked you “like what you see?” he raised his eyebrow. you were going to answer before he took his two fingers, gliding them between your folds.

you were so sensitive, you let out a moan as this sensation was completely new to you. just the feeling of his fingers sliding between your soaking folds felt like electricity was coursing through your body. he focused on only using his middle finger, swirling it along your clit. you felt butterflies in your stomach and felt a fire in your tummy as you whined for him to just enter you already. he smirked, making his way down to your entrance, slowly pushing into the opening. he took his time, not pumping his fingers just yet, he wanted you to really feel it. he wanted you to be comfortable. shortly after, he slowly started moving in and out.

you whimpered at the feeling as this was something you had never experienced before, you didn’t want to be too much so you were trying so hard to contain yourself. “you’re so pretty like this, trying so hard to keep it together. i can tell, you know?” he said as he continued easing his middle finger in and out of your soaking cunt. “f-feels good, but is embarrassing” you said, which just motivated him to start going faster. “it’s not, i want you to let go and give me everything.” he said as he started curling his finger up, gently hitting that one extra sensitive spot in your body. you threw your head back, the feeling becoming too much, and gave into his wishes. “f-fuck leehan.” you moaned out. “that’s it, let me hear those pretty moans.” he encouraged you as he kept fucking you with his finger. “want me to add another?” he asked as he thought he could make you feel even better. “mhmm,” you whimpered out as he added a second finger. his pace slowed, making sure you experienced not a single ounce of discomfort, until you grabbed onto his wrist. “don’t- um… don’t go slow…” you told him, getting a look of surprise from him in response, which quickly turned into a grin.

he started picking up the pace, sliding his fingers in and out quickly, but not too quickly. you couldn’t hold back your moans, it was all too much. a wet sound started to fill the entire car and you covered your face with your hands again out of embarrassment. “what’s wrong?” he asked and you just whined out, “sounds so embarrassing.” “i promise, it’s not, here, feel.” he assured you by taking one of your hands and putting it on his hard cock. “it’s making me so hard, seeing my girl like this.” he said as he continued focusing on you, you softly squeezed his cock in his pants, causing him to pause for a split second. he took a sharp breath in and went back to you, this caused you to become curious. you started pawing at his pants, noticing a similar wet spot like the one you had just moments ago. he curled his fingers upwards, hitting that spot again to distract you from his cock. he wanted you to cum before all else and he was more than determined to make that happen.

you clawed at his bicep, clinging onto it as you fell victim to his hand. you felt a weird tingling sensation in your belly, you’ve felt it before when you touch yourself. however, it felt different this time, as if it were 10x more intense. “l-leehan-fuck!” you cried out as his thumb started rubbing at your clit. “close? is my pretty girl going to cum for me?” he said as he continued fucking you with his fingers. “yes! gonna cum so hard for you.” you told him, not even phased anymore as those words left your mouth. “yeah, princess? is your cute little pussy gonna gush for me?” you felt that same electric feeling like your nerves were slowly being set alight one by one. “yes! yes! just keep going, please” you rambled on as you were right there on the edge. he came close to your ear, whispering to you in that heavenly deep voice of his, “i’m so proud of you, my good girl.” that was it, that statement alone caused you to fall apart immediately. your orgasm hitting you so hard you could barely breath. you cried out his name, your back arching as he rode you through the euphoria.

“that’s it, feels good right?” he smiled at you as he watched you come down from the most intense high you’ve ever experienced. you could only nod at him, feeling your eyes become heavy. he slowly took his fingers out, making sure to lick up all your essence with not a drop left behind. the sight caused a shiver to run up your spine. he grabbed your discarded clothes, dressing you with care. “you feel okay?” he said as he kissed your forehead. “do i feel okay? i feel like so good i can’t think right now, that was insane.” you admitted and he went in to kiss you. his lips against yours were much softer as if he was trying to tell you just how much he loved you through it.

once your brain cleared up, you realized he was probably still hard. “can i touch you?” you asked with a pout. “don’t worry about it tonight, baby, we have all the time in the world for that.” he said as he grabbed you in for a hug. “i love you. thank you for letting me make you feel good and trusting me.” he said as he wrapped a secure arm around your body. you felt your heart explode in your chest at his sweet words. “i-i love you too, you’re so special to me.” he smiled at your words, and squeezed you tighter. “so let’s talk about that praise kink of yours-“ “my WHAT?”

you spent the rest of your night in each other’s arms. you talked about anything and everything. it wasn’t awkward after like you expected it to be, in fact, you felt even closer to him. it was such a sweet, but extremely sexy, experience and you were happy you got to have it with him. you went to bed that night in his arms, feeling extra loved and extra satisfied.

i can’t properly put into words all the feelings i have for this paragraphs. seriously, they live rent free in my mind. clair de lune is my favorite song - maybe of all times - and it comforts me a lot. thanks for writing, it gave me a lot of comfort <3

Clair de Lune

the softest Taehyung smut.

King of lovemaking: Kim Taehyung. 

This is pwp. Utterly plotless. Soft soft soft smut. The softest. Marshmallow smut. I can’t even make a useful summary. You can totally listen to Clair de Lune while you read it! Also it’s for ADULTS! 18+

Word count: 2.2K   Taehyung x Reader

It’s got to be close to dawn. When you crack an eye to peer out the window the sky is still dark, with a thin line of orange at the lowest point you can see through the rows and rows of buildings. Through the groggy haze of slumber, you piece together your surroundings. The bed beside you, while still warm from his body, is void of your boyfriend. Your searching eyes find him leaning back in his desk chair, the bare skin of his chest glowing in the warm light that flickers from a solitary green candle. Soft piano spills from the phone in his hand. The calming music would most certainly have lulled you back to sleep had it not been for the shock of seeing Taehyung awake at 4 a.m., by choice. You watch him, curiosity piqued. He doesn’t seem upset, just awake, and you wonder what the reason could be. Taehyung drops his phone into his lap and throws his foot up on the desk, satin pajama pants sliding up his calf. The deep sigh he lets out when he drops his head back has you feeling his absence something awful.

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cUTE, LIGHT AND ALL THE THINGS TO FULFILL MY DESIRESSSSS

Are You Drunk?

Pairing: Jungkook / You

Genre: one shot / bestfriendstolovers!au

Rating: M (explicit sex)

Word count: 8.1k

Summary: Sometimes, drunk talk are nonsense. Most of the time, they’re not.

gif creds: @ariescults-moved

JK [12:49 am]: hey

JK [12:49 am]: y/n

Y/N [12:55 am]: what

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i can never put into words how much i like characters that are fond of reading. this specific story gave it a whole new level of favoritism, cause tae here looks like a real fictional character, like the type we see in books and wonder if exists in real life (ofc not and I should get over it but this is nOT THE POINT) and i adored!! thank you for writing this, definitely a fav rn! 💜

(also i'd like to share my imagination as this taehyung with reading glasses and light academia outfits that freaks us out entirely - yeah thats it)

definition of love | kth (m)

Summary: “Burn yourself into my memory until I can’t escape you.”

When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there’s much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

pairing: Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: college!au, romance, e2f2l, angst, a lot of fluff, smut

warnings: past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, kissing/making out, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), vaginal fingering, kinda handjob, breast play, unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill - use protection, people), vaginal sex, sexual tension, ass grabbing, lots of flirting, pining, light swearing, taehyung is a book nerd!!

word count: 10.5k

a/n: HELLO! this fic is part of the “Golden Gift Event” (hosted by @btsgoldnetwork​) - and is a gift for my lovely valentine @sunkissedjk​​! HAPPY LOVE DAY! you were so sweet all the time we “talked” and i’m kinda happy you gave me so much freedom :’D and i hope you like the end product! also, a huge thank you to my awesome beta readers @taetaesbaebaepsae​​, @unoriginal-username15432​​ & @voiceswithoutlips​​ (who also made this BEAUTIFUL banner for me, i loooove you!!!) - oh and: i listened to “Sea” on repeat while writing this - spot the reference ;) - OKAY, THEN LET’S DIVE IN!

You wondered where all your impressive motivation that you’d harboured had suddenly vanished, leaving nothing in its wake but the lingering feelings of sorrow.

It felt like a pressing eternity since you’d been able to focus on one thing for longer than two endless minutes. All you were yearning for was your warm bed, for hiding yourself under your comforting sheets, your shelter that felt miles away as you sat on your seat.

You were looking out the window, zoned out as always, as you gazed into the grey sky, the approaching rain clearly evident in the way the world growled outside. Last night had tired you; after a recurring fight between your mother and you, you had decided to grab the still full box of chocolate ice cream that you’d bought a day before and withdraw to your room. It was exhausting. You always visited for one weekend a month and each time made you regret it, not long after your arrival.

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Across the Hall (M) | MYG

This is a commissioned drabble for @applejackcat as part of our fundraising for Black Lives Matter. Thank you for contributing! I hope this ticks all your boxes:)

{Pairing} Min Yoongi/ Reader

{Genre} smut/fluff/neighbors to lovers

{Rating} Mature, [explicit smut bro.]

{Word Count} 4.7K

{Warnings} swearing, kissing, oral, unprotected sex, cum play

{Prompt} You always had him pegged as a sweet, shy bookworm – albeit one lived in the apartment across from you. The more you got to know him, though, the more you’ve realized he’s got a wicked sense of humor and brilliant mind. It becomes your mission in life to seduce him.

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I really love hospital themed fanfics. I'm at med school and relate so so much with y/n it hurts lol BUT the thing is: it's always about the busy schedule, the tired faces and time management. We're all too young to be in this position but here we are, and we have no choice but to put work in first place.

So when a fanfic talks about it realistically, it makes my heart melt like yours did. It's not about flowers and neatly posture, nor healthy working. It's just reality - we're facing the depths of human weaknesses and yet we have to be strong. In the middle, we can find comfort, and with comfort we can find love. That's probably the best scenario I've ever read about it. Thank you so much for writing!

Cardiovascular Palpitations Part 1 (ft. Jeongguk) [M]

→ fluff, angst, smut, mentions of blood/surgery → Jeongguk ft. Taehyung | friendswithbenefits!au, doctors!au → part 1 | part 2 | story talk

It was complicated. But it worked. You two were doctors, cardio surgeons at that. Complicated was usual, it was your business, your work, your lifestyle. And neither of you had time for an actual relationship, for the hours of work for writing heartfelt letters or planning dates out on the beach. Both you and Jeongguk needed quickies in the stockroom, someone to dress up and look hot so he can get revenge on his ex, someone to give a blow job or finger you to relax your nerves before an important presentation, someone to understand the burdens and harsh lifestyle of being a doctor. And somehow in that chaos, you’d found eachother and it worked out. 

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SPIDERKOOK IS BACK! i absolutely adore spiderkoo scenarios, and i know i’ll probably never get over. this one, specifically, had that pretty good built slow burn and great characters development and even personalities - that strong y/n, i can feel the gwen vibes! besides, i could feel the main characters chemistry, the love they already had for each other practically dripping through words, from their gestures and conversations. despite the fact that’s an explored plot, you made it new again, so thanks for writing! 

—the love bug. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: spiderman!jungkook + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 20,649 (sorry)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you 

⟶ warnings: coarse language, mild violence, jungkook is really shy and cute and dumb bc he’s so smitten, also jungkook’s butt in spandex is nice, needy/clingy sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), face riding, fingering, riding, missionary, unprotected sex

⟶ disclaimer: this is a repost of a fic i had on my old blog! 

You see Jungkook every night without fail.

When the sun has set below the distant horizon and plunges the world into a formidable darkness, driving most ordinary civilians to seek shelter in their homes, he stumbles into the café tucked cozily on the corner of a busy street in Lower Manhattan. The concrete city is still very much alive in a harmonious mix of sirens and the hum of cars but is subdued, muffling under the night sky and is most susceptible at this time to misconduct. Usually, at this point of night, the café you work at is nearly empty, save for a few stragglers that huddle tiredly at certain round tables. Most times, these are students from the university you attend just around the bend, whose weary eyes peer over the laptop in front of them as they meticulously work on an essay due the next morning, only fueled by the cup of coffee next to them.

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it's such a shame to say this took my sleep away (and im not joking: it's 3am here)? this fanfic is painfully good. the way every step of this cliché was already drawn but STILL came up to surprise me is endearing. the way jungkook is surprisingly soft overwhelmed me more times than I was prepared to, also, and I could forgive his sassy attitude a million times, just like y/n. they're great in personality and development, also! the more I knew about jungkook, the more I craved for more. i feel like this kookie is just like coffee: addicting, makes you lose your sleep and, despite being bitter at first, you can sense the sweetness in your tongue at every taste. this fic also has the perfectly same characteristics. thank you for writing this, definitely a fav 💜

Cream & Sugar 06 (M) | JJK

SUMMARY: Stepping into this coffee shop was either the best or the worst idea of your life. You know that barista, you know he’s great in bed. You also know he’s the biggest asshole you’ve ever met.

RATING: Explicit fam. 21+

PAIRINGS: Jungkook/Reader

GENRE: Smut, Humor, Escort AU, Barista AU, Enemies to Lovers, Asshole!Jungkook (a la Talk. but different AU entirely.)

WARNINGS: whew. okay. phone sex. lots of sloppy kissing, an eggplant, oral (m receiving), oral (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, rude ass nicknames, EXTREME SOFTNESS, protected sex, more protected sex. swearing. it’s unbelievably soft. 

WORD COUNT: 10,716

A/N: okay so listen. I am extremely emotionally attached to this fic. Finishing it has me in tears. I love these characters so much, I’m so sad it’s ending. BUT it is. The story is complete. I hope you like this ending, I hope it satisfies you. Please don’t be afraid to drop me an anon if you have screaming to do when you’re finished. I appreciate each and every one of you. Also Ryn said, “your asshole jungkook, is softer than your softest lovemaking tae smut” and I’m heckin thrilled about that. REEEEEEEE let’s get this bread. {posted 10/5/19 and it’s mine.}

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i can't say no more than "this twoshots are a fav" cause otherwise i'll be called a slut

See you (M)

The one where Taehyung notices you at a concert, and can’t help but want to see you again.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: Mild smut; kissing, fingering.

A/N: This is gratuitously self-indulgant piece; a daydream gone too far!! And yes, i know I’ve left it open for a second part.  No, I’ve got no idea when I might actually get around to it 😂

Part two

“Are you sure you want to bother with this?” Sarah asks, eyeing the seemingly never ending line the of people that stretches out before you with one doubtful eyebrow raised, disappearing above the blunt edge of her fringe.   

You can’t blame her for looking skeptical.  After yesterday’s debacle that had you standing for almost ten hours straight, your feet aren’t exactly in prime condition to go tackling yet another queue.  

“I got an invite,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders and pulling the shoulder strap of your bag back up into place as it threatens to slip down.  “I can’t just let it go to waste.  There’s like a thousand other girls here who’d tear my arm off for this.”  Gesturing to the sign above a set of glass double doors that reads ‘BTS Studio’, Sarah’s gaze follows the motion of your arm.  

“Alright,” she concedes, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and grimacing as she does so.  It’s all too easy to empathise with how she’s feeling; the balls of your feet are killing you, too, not to mention your lower back.  “At least we’re sitting tonight, I guess.”

“And I’ve got more painkillers, so we’ll be fine.”  Sarah nods and then follows alongside you as you make your way down to the back of the queue.  It’s a relief when you realise that it’s not actually as long as you’d originally thought; nowhere near as long as the lines for the actually concert, anyway.

“Ok, I’m gonna go to the loo so that’s gonna kill… like, an hour, at least, right?” your friend sighs, a wry smile stretched across her pretty face, “And then I guess I’ll just go hang out in Starbucks or something until you’re done?”

“Sure, ok.  I’ll text you when I’m out.”  

“Cool.  Have fun!”  She bids you a farewell wave that you return as you sidestep into the queue behind a small group of girls who’re practically bouncing with excitement already, chattering away in a European language that you can’t hope to understand.    

Luckily, once the doors actually open the queue moves fairly quickly.  Scrolling through tumblr on your phone and rewatching last night’s videos keep you amused for the most part; smiling like an idiot down at your screen as you go over the precious memories stored inside.  

You’re only thirty people or so from the front of the line when you suddenly get the feeling as though you’re being watched, looking up from your phone with curious eyes and glancing from side to side.  Sure enough, your gaze meets that of one of the attending staff - a young East Asian man with neatly styled hair and sharp cheekbones - and oddly enough, when he sees you looking he doesn’t seem too concerned about having been caught staring.  He looks you up and down quickly, eyes narrowed, and in under normal circumstances you might think he was checking you out but… for some reason it doesn’t quite feel that way. It feels more like a clinical inspection than anything else, but before you can even begin to figure out what his intentions might be he looks away and then he leaves; abandoning his post without a word to any of the other staff and striding away, leaving nothing but confusion in his wake.

“Well that was weird…” you murmur under your breath, and though you may be frowning as you lower your eyes back to your phone, the latest gifs of Jimin to grace your dash are more than enough to help you forget the odd little occurrence. 

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The minute i read the plot i almost knew i'd fall in love. There's so much about innocence in this - surprisingly, i should say - that i regretted taking so long to read it all. TH700, V or Taehyung (i kinda like them all, but Tae > anything else) is the most adorable android i've seen. His emotions are delicate, simple and yet so deep that we might startle a little, but the writer makes it lighter when they're presented fully.

Remarkable and lovable things about this are the "feeling-feeling-feeling" or "verb-verb-verb" sensations you describe. I tend to repeat some words in my head, writing and speech in order to make them look dynamical, to lay emphasis on their meaning, and i finally found someone like me. This feels like an embrace, just like these remarks, and i'm really thankful you wrote this entire fanfic.

(Also i decided to read pts 1.5 and 2 at 1am and it's a half past three so i should probably sleep!!!!!! Don't mind any typos, i'm just tired ig)

a human touch, part 2, final

Part 1 / 1.5 / [2]

(masterlist here)

summary: everyone knows that androids don’t think, or feel, or have emotions. they’re not human, after all. so when a two hour session with a sex android ends up with nothing more than a nice conversation, you think that’s the first and last time you’ll see v.

then he turns up at your door.

pairing: taehyung x f!reader / word count: 24.4k / genre: robot!taehyung/virgin!reader, fluff, smut (NSFW, 18+)

warnings: cursing/explicit language, very brief injury mention/blood mention (nothing violent/explicit I promise!), alcohol consumption, reference to former sex work, sexually explicit content, reference to masturbation, reader has sex for the first time, oral (f + m), multiple orgasms (f), unprotected sex (taehyung is an android but please take necessary precautions irl), I think that’s it but please let me know if I’ve missed anything

a/n: this got so incredibly long,, I hope that makes up for the wait! thank you to @hobi-gif​, as always, for being so supportive and uplifting and beta reading this for me, you are a shining star in my sky. and thank you to the wonderful @flowerseokjin​ for letting me pick her brain about art galleries and telling me about the incredible exhibition/paintings that I wrote about in this fic, you truly are the loveliest 💕

note: this is the final part of the main story! I’ll be writing minis/drabbles etc in the future but,, this is part 2 of 2 💖

A month after Taehyung walks into your life, you finally get new neighbours.

You’re aware of this because: 

a) Rory had let you know in advance (to wit: “I have been instructed to inform you that the new tenants of apartment 4A will be moving in next Sunday.”)

and:

b) Said new tenants are apparently very noisy.

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I've read this twice. I wasn't satisfied with the amount of pain I've been through reading, so I read another time. It's not about the angst - there is a lot, I should warn - but the "I miss the story the plotline the characters and everything else" kind of re-reading.

This is probably THE fanfiction if you're feeling sad and in a true need for a cuddle. They cuddle A LOT and I love it so so much it even hurts. My favorite parts were definitely those, where intimacy is at the highest point (for me, I guess), and the comfort that it irradiated, even when the smuts came, were *chef's kiss* amazing.

It's already a fav and I know, I just know, I'm gonna read it again, so I need to save this wonderful piece the author gently posted for everyone. Speaking of them: thank you so much for this! Your mind is beautiful and so is your writing. Can't wait to read more!

Sugarplum Elegy (M)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, FWB!AU, Soundcloud singer!AU, Idiots to Lovers!AU Warnings | Explicit language, hopeless and helpless pining, constipated feelings, lots of smut, rimming, cum-eating, spitting, blowjob, fingering, classroom sex, Jungkook is emotionally constipated but wbk  Summary | You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.

Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

Word count | 17.9k

There’s no greater testament to love than love itself – the sheer vulnerability of being bound to someone emotionally and physically, and the aching process that bleeds into infinity. To love in every sense of the word is to offer your entire heart and place it on someone’s bare hands, despite knowing that they might crush it in front of your very eyes.

Maybe love is like a dandelion, pretty during the summer mornings, but upon a huge gust of wind, its petals will be blown away, leaving its heart barren, abandoned. Given your past relationships, forming a fresh new ache and vulnerability for yet another person frightens the fuck out of you.

So when you wake up to a Jeon Jungkook beside you, lulled by the quiet sound of his breathing, your heart fizzles in your chest. It’s a no-strings-attached agreement that you two have decided on at the beginning of the year, but it’s still a feeling you can’t quite get accustomed to, especially when the first thing you see in the morning is his peaceful sleeping face, unless he’s spooning you, in which his warm breath will tickle the back of your nape. It’s weird because it feels nice, feels so right.

It’s been six months since you two started the whole fuckbuddy agreement, yet you still can’t get used to how warm Jungkook is, always so warm, as if the sun has chiselled its way into every single pore of your body, softening and melting your sharp edges. While his body still sends zaps down your spine, your mind registers that you’ve grown to adore the heat of his body when your cold feet always find themselves tangled together with his under the sheets.

He’s not much of a morning person, but sometimes, you’d wake up to him staring at you, caressing every detail of your face with his eyes, sunlight glittering golden in them, and smiling like a fool (an adorable one at that) at your groggy and sleepy self, as though your crusty morning face turns him on because it often leads to the continuation of the previous night’s copulation before scrambling to class.

You know no bounds nor depth with Jeon Jungkook. If anything, you’ve concluded that you’ve never met a person quite like him before, like the cosmos has moved for this concurrence to be possible.

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tastyyyyyy yeah!!! exes2lovers is a freaking trope I adore and reconciliation sex is nham nham wonderful. the bad boy but internally a softie Jungkook's vibe is a classic - and also a fav - so the combination, mixed with a HP theme is just perfect.

if you write any drabbles about them arguing, an angsty prequel or even a pwp after this incident, I'd pretty much read it without hesitation, cause you write neat and greatly, I couldn't stop.

all over you | jjk (m)

Summary: You just wanted to win the prize in potions class, but it seems as if your ex has other plans.

pairing: Jungkook x female reader

genre: fantasy!au, HP!au, e2l!au, light angst, fluff, smut, a lot of smut

word count: 7.3k

warnings: explicit sexual content, spanking, oral f. & m. receiving, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink, exhibitionism, past break up, dom!jk, make up sex, unprotected sex (cage that snake, then shake and bake), bondage, dirty talk, pining, praise kink, aftercare, nearly headless nick is a pervert

a/n: i don’t exactly know how this collab happened, but i’m so glad it did! i LOVE @hoebii and writing with her so, so much!! also, we ripped some of our hair out while editing it, so please show us a lot of love :D also, thank you to @ggukcangetit​ and @bluewhale52​ for beta reading and to our lovely @voiceswithoutlips-kas​, for not just pointing out important mistakes, but also for designing this beautiful banner for us! <3

Read this fic here, too!

DISCLAIMER: we changed the HP canon slightly due to the nsfw nature of this fic: in that sense, all characters are adults, even if the original story suggests otherwise!

MASTERLIST | WIPs

Today was one of those days.

The ones when you’d wake up in your dorm room and find yourself feeling cheerful right from the second you opened your eyes.

Despite the fact that exam season was right around the corner, you felt energised. And this morning, your cheerful manner only enhanced when you remembered you were going to revise the liquid luck potion in class today; one of the best things that had ever happened in the magical world - at least in your opinion. 

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first of all, I should say the art gallery as a workplace reminded me so so much from the first dorama I've seen! it's one of my favorite scenarios.

then, I'd like to thank you for writing this! i live for jungkook saying sorry with his doe eyes and this fic screams this softness.

sharp cookie - JJK | M

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x reader

summary: when your ex-boyfriend, aka new boss, asks for a chance, you struggle to believe him when he says that he has changed his womanizing ways.

based on this request.

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 13.1K

warnings/tags: strong language, CEO!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, Y/N is impulsive, explicit smut-unprotected sex, dirty talk, choking, edging, slight overstimulation, fingering, soft to rough sex, multiple positions, creampie, masturbation, oof fucking with a diamond necklace on

a/n: hope you liked this anon!

∞

“Hello, it’s nice to finally meet you Y/N-ssi.”

Bowing, you smile at the tall, bespectacled man, taking his extended hand in yours.

“Just Y/N is fine, you are…?”

“I’m Kim Taehyung, I’m kind of like the art collector here.”

Taking the seat that he points to next to the reception desk, you survey your surroundings, the empty space glowing in the golden hue of the lighting, the smell of fresh paint still lingering in the air. You love the peace and quiet here, a stark contrast to your previous working environment.

“So…”

You gesture to the walls, a boxy grin splitting his face as he walks over to where you’re seated.

“You probably know that we’ve just got done with setting up this place. Most of the pieces are on their way here. I have a few in the storage but I need to work through them and get them out here. Have you met Kim Namjoon? The manager? He should’ve been here by now,” he glances at his watch, “we’re still sorting out his office so he’s at the reception desk for now, your office is done. I mean, that is if you get the job. Which I totally think you will! I’ve seen your credentials.”

You chuckle, waving him off, “it seems like I’m the only one here for this post.”

Nodding, he tugs his pants at the knee as he sits down next to you, “others were here yesterday, but our boss can be picky. He came in personally for the interviews, said that marketing is one of the most important aspects when it comes to an art gallery.”

“Yes one of them, I think that your job is absolutely paramount in this business.”

He shoots you a smirk, “guess we’ll be working together.”

“If I get this job,” you counter, giving him a playful smile.

“Which you will.”

Your laughter echoes throughout the space, holding the copy of your resume tightly in your hands. After a few minutes of silence, a thought that has been nagging at the back of your mind comes to the forefront.

“When you say your boss can be picky…you’re talking about Kim Seokjin right?”

He opens his mouth to answer when the sound of a phone ringing interrupts him.

Trotting back to the reception desk, you watch him answer the phone and mutter a few ‘okays.’ Putting the phone down, he beams at you, “you can go in now. Fighting!”

Rubbing your palms on your skirt, you adjust your bag around your shoulder and walk to the door he had indicated earlier. You knock on the door twice, but no one answers. Taking it as your cue to enter, you open the door and shut it again carefully, spinning around to see a large desk in front of a floor to ceiling window, a man in a suit with his back facing toward you as a woman next to him seems to be adjusting his tie then starts buttoning up her shirt, a large smile on her face as she smooths her hair down.

Clearing your throat, the woman takes notice of your presence. Her eyebrows furrow, loud voice startling you.

“Who said you could come in?”

Taking a few steps forward, you place your resume on the desk in front of the man whose back is still facing you.

“Taehyung, at the reception…”

Gaze flicking between your face and the resume, she picks up a black pen, shoving the folder around.

“We already have this,” you notice some of her red lipstick smeared on her chin.

“I know,” you swallow, “it had said that I should carry one to the interview.”

Leaning back in her chair, she crosses her arms, placing one leg over the other as she points to the chair in front of the desk. The man’s hand reaches for her thigh, squeezing it through her black stockings. You bow, trying to calm your breathing as you prepare for their questions.

“So tell us, why should we hire you?”

Jumping right into it, you think. You feel a little tense from the way she’s looking at you, almost like she’s sizing you up. But you push those thoughts away and think of why you’re here in the first place.

“When I read the job posting, I noticed that you were looking for someone with a mid- or intermediate level of marketing experience for the art gallery. If you have a look at my resume-“

“We’ve already been through your resume. Give us something else.”

You hold back a cough when the man interrupts you, back still turned to you. How rude.

Do these people even know what a proper interview entails? How unprofessional of them to be intimate during working hours, especially when a potential employee is in their presence. They probably think you can’t see what’s going on behind the desk. Judging from this short exchange, it seems like you won’t be able to work with people like them.

“I’m sorry,” you stand from your seat, grabbing your resume from the desk and bowing one last time. Giving the back of the man’s head a glare. You’ll find a job elsewhere, you’re here in Seoul after years and there are plenty marketing jobs out there. You just thought that working in an art gallery might be a little exciting, far different from your other marketing posts.

You’re about to sling your bag over your shoulder when the woman whispers something to the man, he spins around, finally showing you his ug-

“Jungkook?”

“Y/N?”

You stare at each other, jaws touching the floor, frozen in place.

5 YEARS AGO

“I love this weather.”

The boy sitting next to you hums, too engrossed in his phone to actually appreciate the weather.

You adjust your position on the couch, placing your chin on your hands as you watch the raindrops trickle down the window.

“Did you speak to your dad and brother?”

He shakes his head, lip tucked between his teeth as his thumbs work at a fast pace, typing away. Your eyebrows furrow, wondering who he could be chatting to if you’re sitting right here. It can’t be any of his family members, they’re too old to chat. Plus, his friends are probably pissed out drunk at this time.

“Who are you chatting to?”

Shaking his head again, he moves away from you, elbow digging into the armrest.

“Jungkook,” you whine, “you’ve been on that damn phone ever since we got here. This is our chill time. Remember?”

“Fuck Y/N, could you stop being such a nag?”

You’re a bit taken aback at his tone, he never raises his voice at you, ever. Something is definitely up.

Scooting closer to him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest into his back and kissing the mole on his neck. He sighs, locking his phone and placing it screen down on the couch. He unhooks your hands from around his chest, gently pushing you away, eyes not meeting yours.

A small frown forms on your face at his reaction, he loves your cuddles, you can feel tears prickle your eyes.

“Y/N,” he scratches behind his neck, you watch him attentively, waiting for him to tell you what’s wrong.

“I think…I think we should break up.”

You can feel your heart thud in your chest, hands shivering as you blink at him. The boy in front of you suddenly a stranger.

“W-Why?” Tears start to roll down your flushed cheeks, nose clogging up.

“Because…We’ve been together for so long since high school and-“

“SO?!”

Your face is hot, anger seeping through you at his words. How could he suddenly have this change of heart, everything was fine just yesterday. You’re trying to look into his eyes but he avoids your gaze, picking at his calluses.

“We’ve been together for so long and aren’t you bored?”

You surge forward, taking his hands in yours, “no, Jungkook, I’m not bored. I love you. I meant everything I said before. I will never get bored of you-“

Your voice is nasally, shaking as you try to plead with him.

Removing his hands from your hold, he places them in your lap, his eyes finally meeting yours and the look in them tells you everything you need to know.

“B-But you’re bored of me?”

More of a question than a statement but his face lights up like you finally got what he’s trying to say. Your heart thunders in your chest, stomach flipping at the thought that Jungkook won’t be in your life anymore. That you weren’t enough to make him stay, that your words meant nothing to him, that all his words could’ve been lies.

“Not bored…But I think we should see other people, I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to but Y/N, we’re gonna be twenty-two very soon and- and don’t you think that five years is a long time?”

You don’t respond, knowing that when Jungkook has his mind set on something, no one, not even you could change his mind.

“I think that these are our years to have fun, not be in a committed relationship.”

His words strike through your chest, you just want him out of your sight.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He smiles, coming closer to give you a hug but you push him away, giving him a teary smile back.

“So let’s watch a movie now,” he reaches for the remote but you snatch it from him.

He gives you a perplexed look, you avert your gaze to the hallway.

“Uhm, I think I’m coming down with the flu. Can I rest?”

“Y/N, don’t be like that…”

“Don’t be like what?!”

Your chest is heaving, his eyes are blank as he searches yours. He grabs his coat and heads for the door, muttering a ‘bye, Y/N’ as it clicks shut.

Wordlessly, you grab the tissue box from the coffee table, padding down the hallway and locking your room door. Flopping face first into your mattress, your cries are muffled, unsure of what to do with the hurt that surmounts physical pain.

What hurts the most was that he didn’t even seem sad to not be with you anymore. He even thought that everything could go back to normal, that you could be friends despite having so much of history together. No more Jungkook and Y/N.

You’ve even had your first time together after you graduated high school, your sobs get louder when his face of pure happiness and pleasure fills your mind, how he made sure to be gentle with you, how you explored your likes and dislikes together.

He was probably the sweetest, most considerate guy you have ever met in your entire life, how could you miss the signs? You try to pinpoint a moment from today, from yesterday, from last week, last month, when did things change for him? When did he realize that he doesn’t love you anymore? What if he never loved you? You literally handed him your heart all those years ago, you can still remember the day you fell in love with him.

Your blanket is soaked with tears, but you couldn’t care, you only care about the fact that Jungkook was probably lying to you all this time. How easy it was for him to let everything go.

Sitting up on your elbows, you wipe your tears away roughly, sniffling as you snatch your phone from the nightstand, blocking his number and blocking him from everything.

If only it was that easy to block him from your heart.

Weeks pass and Jungkook’s intentions became perfectly clear to you when you saw him at a few parties during the weekends. A different girl on his arm each time you saw him on campus, not an ounce of sadness, when you spend all your nights crying and thinking of the past, wondering where you went wrong when you were so in love. At least, you know you were.

You know that it would be a long, long time before you get over him, a new man in your life is out of the question. Despite the fact that Jimin is trying extremely hard to set you up with his friends. They’re charming and sweet, but you don’t want to hurt someone else due to the fact you aren’t over your ex.

You decide to channel your energy on things that matter, things like your career and your future. It’s okay to think of him now and again, but time heals all wounds.

PRESENT

Jungkook can feel the blood rush to his ears. He stands from his chair and makes his way to you, your eyes are as wide as saucers as you look him up and down, he smirks, doing the same. You look as soft as he remembers, however, the look in your eyes tells him that years have passed, a much more mature woman standing in front of him. Before he can think twice, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. He shuts his eyes as he sniffs your hair, your sweet candy scent now replaced with rich vanilla.

When you break apart, he can’t tear his eyes away from you, the interview and everything else forgotten. You look beautiful in the beige coat, he always loved neutral colors on you.

“Do you two know each other or something?”

His eyes flicker to Soojin still sitting at the desk, he knows how intimidated she gets in the presence of his attractive clients, he can only imagine how she must feel in front of you, especially when his hands are still placed on your shoulders.

Taking a step back and away from his hold, your voices overlap as you answer the question.

“Yes.”

“No.”

Jungkook chuckles at your response, you might be right, you knew each other. Past tense. He’d love to get to know the new you.

“Y/N, this is my assistant Soojin,” he watches you give her a wary smile.

“Soojin, this is Y/N, Euphoria’s new Marketing Manager.”

Jungkook doesn’t give Soojin time to protest before he’s handing you a few documents.

“Soojin, would you give us a few minutes, thank you.”

When the door shuts behind her, he turns to you, his smile doesn’t falter as your face is set in a blank expression.

“You didn’t have to give me the job, that wasn’t a proper interview.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walks over to his chair, gesturing to the jug of water on the table. You shake your head, taking the seat you had previously occupied, scanning the documents he gave you.

“I know you’re capable,” he shrugs, unable to take his eyes off of you, you’re even more beautiful than the last time he saw you, he cocks his head as his eyes rake down your figure, not much to see with your long coat concealing most of it but he does notice that your boobs look fuller. Your habit of forming a pout as you concentrate on signing the documents makes him smile.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” you speak, gaze still fixed on the documents.

He chuckles, knowing what you’re referring to. You must’ve seen the interaction with Soojin.

“Well, I can only hope you haven’t.”

Your eyes lift to meet with his, a smirk plastered on his face. You still have the same blank expression on yours as you hand him the documents, gaze unfaltering as he lets his fingers brush yours as he takes the stack of papers from you. You bow, carrying your bag as you walk to the door. He’s a little confused, he thought that you would catch up on these past few years.

“Hey, wait, Y/N. We haven’t seen each other in years,” walking over to you, he buttons his blazer, hearing you sigh.

You stop in place, turning around to give him a smile, one that could be described as professional.

“I’ll see you tomorrow sajangnim.”

His eyebrows furrow, you’ve known each other since high school and now you’re acting all formal with him.

“What’s with the formalities? How have you been, Y/N? You look great.”

“Thanks, you too,” your eyes flicker to his lips, “red looks good on you.”

You turn on your heel, exiting the room with him still confused at your remark. He doesn’t have any red on him?

-

“Oh my God, Jimin. I don’t know what possessed me to sign those papers.”

You hear your friend chortle over the speaker, “the power of Jeon dick!”

“Please,” granola stuffed into your cheek, “that dick has been all over the country.”

“Yeah, but it was fresh when you had it.”

You set the spoon in your bowl, pointing at the screen threateningly, “I did not call you to discuss Jungkook’s dick.”

He raises his hands defensively, “I’m just saying, you did say he got better each time.”

“Chim!”

“Okay okay, I’m done. But in all seriousness, don’t you think it’s weird that you completely missed the fact that he owns that gallery.”

You nod, swallowing your yoghurt, “when I did research, he was literally nowhere on the site, it just stated that Kim Seokjin is working on the development of the art gallery. BUT when I checked on the site a few hours ago, and did a little more digging, turns out that Kim Seokjin works under Jeon Jungkook, owner of Jeon Inc, who owns that building and left that space for the sole purpose of building said gallery.”

“I think it’s so funny that all he ever complained about when you two were together was how he’ll never take over his father’s business yet here he is.”

You hum, “but one thing I know for sure, he’s still a massive flirt. It’s just so…weird that he happened to be-“

“Your boss!”

“Uhm yeah, I just hope he keeps me out of his love affairs. We might be exes but the only thing I’ll have with him is a strict professional relationship.”

“Fate is inevitable Y/N.”

“I think it was just the circumstances.”

Jimin yells into the speaker, “don’t deny fate!”

“Stop yelling! I miss you! When are you coming back to Seoul?”

“Hmm, before the gallery opening, don’t worry.”

“You better,” you warn, “I’m gonna need you there.”

“Why?” He smirks, “need me to save you from Jungkook’s massive schlo-“

“Shut the fuck up Jimin! That’s it, goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams, or should I say sweet di-“

Shutting your laptop, you set your now empty bowl on the nightstand and pull your blanket over your head. You need all the sleep you can get for your first day tomorrow.

-

It’s 6:46AM when you arrive at the building, Taehyung had messaged to inform you that they plan on opening the doors to the public by the end of this week, so that means earlier mornings for now.

Pushing the glass doors open, you see someone sitting at the reception desk, not Taehyung. He lifts his head when he hears your heels clicking on the tiles. Waving, you make your way over to introduce yourself, this must be Kim Namjoon.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, the-“

“Sales Marketing Manager of Euphoria Gallery, I’m Kim Namjoon, just the regular manager around here but it seems like I’m also the receptionist,” he stands from his seat, two deep dimples denting his cheeks.

Chuckling, you shake his hand, “Taehyung had told me that you’re still looking for a receptionist and your office isn’t complete as yet.”

He walks around the counter, “yeah. Guess I just have to deal with it for now. Come, let me show you your office.”

As you walk along the small hallway that’s near the reception desk, he fills you in on what the plans are for this week. How they had received over one hundred submissions when the opening of this gallery was announced.

“Taehyung’s got his work cut out for him,” you toss your hair behind your shoulder to readjust your bag.

He nods, fitting a key into a white door with a blank nametag stuck to it.

“So do I, he’s just the dealer, I plan the exhibits and stuff. And so do you Y/N. I already set all the files on your desk, you’d just have to work through them,” he holds the door open for you to enter, bright sunlight lighting up the space, “but Taehyung handled the first few sales until someone took your-“

Both you and Namjoon spot someone sitting behind your desk, he spins around in the black leather chair.

“Jungkookie? What are you doing here this early?”

Namjoon’s voice goes high-pitched to show his surprise which matches yours, but Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on you. You see Namjoon look between the two of you from the corner of your eye when silence settles in the warm space.

“Leave us hyung.”

Namjoon silently exits the room, closing the door behind him as he goes.

You avert your gaze to the view behind him, setting your bag and water bottle on the desk as you speak.

“I think this is supposed to be my desk.”

He chuckles, sitting up from the seat and pushing his coat back to stuff his hands into his pockets.

“It’s all yours, sweetheart.”

You scoff, walking to the desk to skim the files that Namjoon had mentioned earlier. “What do you want?”

“Can’t I talk to an old friend?”

You lift your head to look at him, “an old friend? I think you’re forgetting something.”

Taking a step closer to you, his eyes move up and down your body, you suddenly feel so exposed under his gaze. You take a step back and hold up your palms to keep him away.

“I remember everything about you, Y/N.”

“Listen. Jungkook. This is my job now which I take very seriously. I don’t have time for all your bullshit. I’ve left that in college. So would you please keep this relationship professional?”

He stops in his tracks, cocking his head to the side as he searches your eyes, you take notice of the eyebrow piercing.

“Funny, you’re here today.”

His eyebrows furrow, “I own this place, Y/N.”

Folding your arms, you lean your hip on the desk, “I mean, funny that you’re here, where you are, today. Jeon Jungkook, owner of Jeon Inc. I didn’t think you’d give in to your father.”

That seems to rattle him a bit, he moves to stare out the window, “on my terms of course.”

You hum, remembering his parent’s aversion to tattoos and piercings.

“That’s why I’m investing in this gallery,” he continues, “it’s something I want. And if I can’t sell my art then I’ll help others sell theirs.”

It still doesn’t make sense to you, but you’ll let it go for now. If you continue to talk about your personal matters, you’ll eat your own words of keeping this relationship strictly professional.

Sighing loudly, he turns around to look at you and you flicker your gaze to the files on your desk.

“I have work to do.”

He nods in understanding, walking over to the door but not before calling over his shoulder, “I’ll be back, Y/N.”

Is that a threat or a promise?

-

The week passes by quickly and it’s already Friday, you, Namjoon and Taehyung had worked tirelessly throughout the week to get everything in order for the opening tomorrow.

Jungkook was there every day, without the woman from your interview, at your desk, still pestering you about…you still have to figure out what he wants from you but the bedroom eyes he keeps shooting your way gives you a vague idea. Which is a warning for: avoid at all costs.

It’s only natural to keep your guard up around him. He ruined your chances of love for a few years, constantly keeping your walls up around men who could’ve possible been good for you. Jimin had said that you shouldn’t project your trust issues on others but it’s just you who has trust issues. It’s a part of your character now, to constantly be wary of what they say to you, not to believe them so easily.

If you’ve pushed other guys away because of him, your scepticism is heightened with Jungkook. He is the one who caused it in the first place, the one who shattered your heart and then pretended like nothing ever happened. Even now, you’ve obviously gotten over everything but there’s still a part of you that aches, he was your first love, your first everything.

You exit the elevator with Taehyung, chatting excitedly about tomorrow when he halts in his step. Following his gaze, you notice Jungkook standing a few feet away from you at the lounge area, watching the two of you.

“Goodnight, Y/N. See you tomorrow,” you tug on Taehyung’s cardigan.

“Where are you going?”

“It looks like he wants to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to him,” you pout.

Chuckling, he detaches your hand from his clothing, “well, you have to. He’s our boss and I know he can be a bit scary but- Wait did he try his tricks on you or anything?”

You see Jungkook’s pierced eyebrow jump when he sees the two of you whispering, “he’s actually my ex from college days.”

“Seriously? Wasn’t he kind of a-“

“Before that,” you roll your eyes.

Taehyung’s mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, glancing at Jungkook then leaning over to speak in your ear, “he’s probably gonna ask you to be his date for the opening tomorrow. Just say you’re going with me.”

You nod, then turn your head to look at Taehyung again, “but I can’t lie, he’ll obviously be there tomorrow.”

“No you idiot! You are gonna be my date!”

“Ohhhhh, thank you…for asking me.”

“Yes,” he hugs you then pushes you in Jungkook’s direction, “now go.”

Stumbling in front of Jungkook, he raises a finger to point between you and Taehyung’s retreating figure, “what’s going with you two?”

“Oh nothing.”

You honestly don’t have to explain yourself to him.

“What did you want,” you question, glancing at your watch like you’re so desperate to get home to your key lime pie.

“Oh,” he smooths down a strand of hair, “would you want to come with me to the opening? You know like a date? A plus one?”

You click your tongue, “Taehyung already asked me. I’m sorry.”

Even though you’re totally not sorry.

You see a flash of something wash over his features, but you don’t know what it was. Probably not used to getting turned down.

You hear him mumble Taehyung’s name and you realise that you’ve been standing there awkwardly. Saying goodnight, you begin to walk away from him when he calls out your name. Stopping with your hand on the silver handle, you curse and turn around, seeing him make his way to you.

“Then let’s have dinner, have you eaten yet?”

Crap.

“No, I haven’t,” not even trying to conceal the irritation in your voice.

“Then let’s eat, I can take you to this one restaurant, their steak is to die for. You love steak, right?”

Your stomach growls at the mention of steak and your heart clenches at the thought that he actually remembers what you like to eat. But you shake your head, burying that feeling.

“Yeah but my car is here.”

You find yourself following him into the parking lot.

“I’ll ask one of my drivers to take it to your apartment. Keys?”

“You know where I live?”

Your voice sounds so dumb when it came out and you want to slap yourself because obviously he would, he-

“You’re my employee Y/N.”

“Right, right.”

“Keys?”

He holds out his palm, you rummage through your bag and drop the keys into his hand. He beams at you as he unlocks his car.

“Get in, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Sluggishly, you open the passenger side door, the fresh scent that could only belong to a new car fills your nostrils. He always liked Mercedes. As you’re appreciating the interior, you suddenly acknowledge that you’re sitting in Jungkook’s car. What the fuck are you doing? It’s been five years and this man is still in your life. Twenty-two year old you is shaking her head right now. Pathetic Y/N. Just pathetic.

You can feel yourself panic, breath starting to get heavy. Calm Y/N, calm. Deep breaths. This is just dinner, it’s fine. Nothing else, just a boss and his employee having dinner at 10PM after working hours. Oh my god, how unprofessional of you Y/N? What makes him so different? Remember that guy you turned down from accounting? Jung Hoseok? Just because he asked to have dinner with you after hours, yet here you are, in Jeon Jungkook’s car. The very same guy who ruined you for guys like Jung Hoseok. What the fuck are-

“Alright,” you didn’t even notice the car door open until he spoke. He’s busy checking his rear-view mirror and starting up the car.

You stare out the window, trying not to think to much into the situation. This is just for the steak.

He revs his engine, and you think he’s going to reverse out of the parking space, but he continues to rev, and you turn your head to look at him, seeing him have one hand on the steering wheel while the other is on the gear, a smirk on his face as he watches your reaction.

You feel your stomach flutter, he probably remembers the time that you told him he looks hot while he drives. This time, in his grey three-piece suit, he looks even sexier. But would you admit that to him? Absolutely not.

After what was probably five minutes spent revving his engine to seemingly impress you, he drives out of the building’s parking lot, speeding along the road.

He keeps the radio off, probably thinking that you’re going to engage in conversation, but you keep your eyes on the road. Trying to keep steak on the brain.

Ten minutes later, you arrive at the swanky restaurant, taking a seat at the far back table in the corner. His choosing of course.

The people at the restaurant seem to know him well, if the way the head chef rushes out of the kitchen to present the menu to him is anything to go by.

“Not tonight’s special, just steak for me and the pretty lady.”

The chef bows and files into the kitchen, the other cooks following close behind.

You admire the restaurant’s gold and black interior, mostly couples, who chatter and laugh, around the two of you.

Your gaze travels to the man in front of you, seeing him already looking at you with his elbows rested on the table and his chin on his knuckles.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he sighs, “I just can’t believe that we’re here.”

You cock an eyebrow, tracing the rim of your wine glass with a finger, “where are we?”

“You know, here.Five years later, older and wiser, we’re both successful, sitting in a restaurant like this with fine wine.”

He lifts his glass in your direction and takes a sip, you chuckle.

“Sure you’re wiser, Jungkook?”

He gives you a defeated smile, “in business, maybe. In women, I’m hoping to be soon.”

You’re suddenly paranoid about the look he’s giving you. You open your mouth to ask him what he means but you’re cut off when the bubbly chef presents the steak. You smell it before you see it, jowls tingling at the scent.

“Jeon-ssi and his pretty lady,” he bows in front of you and you lift a hand to object but his sweet, crumbly smile makes you shut your mouth.

“He’s waiting to see what you think,” Jungkook whispers from across the table, already taking his third bite of the meat.

Picking up your fork and knife, you carve out a bite-sized piece and pop it into your mouth, taste buds tingling at the delectable taste.

“It’s absolutely delicious, thank you.”

He bows again and heads back to the kitchen.

“So, you like it,” Jungkook prods, proud smile on his face like he had prepared the food.

“I love it, thank you,” serotonin coursing through you due to the tasty food you’re eating.

He clears his throat, “so tell me about you and Taehyung?”

You stop mid-chew, “what about us?”

Honestly, you were expecting to ask him about your life and whatnot. But a man of his capabilities, he probably knows everything he needs and wants to know.

“I saw you two earlier. And you work closely at the gallery. It’s okay to have a few flings at work.”

You choke on the wine, “I keep my relationships strictly professional when it comes to the workplace. Less drama. I think I told you this before.”

“Yet here you are,” he chirps, “having dinner with your boss.”

You tuck your tongue in your cheek, your twenty-two-year-old self wagging a finger at you. I told you so.

You should’ve known, Jungkook doesn’t know limits. You have a good mind of leaving this restaurant right now and leaving Seoul for eternity. Why did you ever think you could have a decent conversation with him? His intentions always show themselves as he speaks.

“What do you want Jungkook?”

“A chance?”

“A chance for what?”

“To show you that I’m not who I was. That I’ve changed. That I’m not the same immature guy from college. I’m a man now.”

Did his voice just deepen at that last part?

This is what he wants, to lure you into his trap and break your heart a second time. You cannot give in to him. You will not.

Lifting your head to give him an answer, you’re met with two pleading, doe-eyes. The kind that takes you back five years ago, the kind that you fell in love with.

“Let’s see.”

And then the bunny grin, “is that a yes?”

You sigh, “I’ll see if you’ve changed for myself.”

Tucking into the steak again, his voice sounds too victorious, “I’ll prove it to you.”

-

Jungkook adjusts his shirt sleeves, turning to the side to check that his pants sit right. He’s nervous for tonight, his first solo project without his brother’s assistance. He’s even more nervous about the fact that you’ve given him a chance, not that he doubts his abilities to make you fall for him again. It’s just that women love him, they stick to him like glue and he hopes that you don’t take it the wrong way.

He has to be good to his clients and employees.

Sending Soojin a quick text, he lets her know that he’s on his way to pick her up.

He’s about to leave his house when he realizes that he hasn’t sprayed on any perfume. Running back up the stairs, he heads to his closet, choosing a fragrance that he thinks you might like then giving himself one last look in the mirror.

Show time.

-

Thanking everyone for their kind words, he receives tons of praise for the gallery as he enters, Soojin holding tightly onto his arm. He scans the crowd, trying to look past one of his elderly clients to find you.

“Want a drink, babe?”

He shakes his head, Soojin proceeding to the small bar set up near the entrance.

After five minutes of being stopped by every single person he passed, he spots you. White dress with your hair pinned up in a bun, pink lipgloss that looks like the natural shade of your lips when they’re swollen, the exact shade that reminds him of your lips slick with his saliva after a heated makeout session.

Adjusting his tie, he walks in your direction, seeing Taehyung standing next to you, also wearing white. Fuck. Did you two plan to match? And he’s wearing black. He stops to watch you from afar, seeing Taehyung lightly place an arm around your waist, giggling as you admire one of the pieces.

He walks back to the bar and orders a beer. It’s been a while since he’s felt like this for a woman, he feels so territorial, so possessive of you. It doesn’t even matter what that ass Taehyung does anyway. He’s the boss and you gave him a chance.

No one else.

Downing the beer, he sees Soojin saunter over to him.

“Hi babe. Let’s talk to a few more people shall we?”

Soojin puts her arm in his as they walk, he’s too pissed off to give a shit about anything else.

-

“I think that this one will sell first.”

“Nah. People like abstract. That one will.”

You follow Taehyung’s gaze, an ahh leaving your mouth in understanding.

“Don’t you think it’s weird that we’re both wearing white today,” you giggle.

“Well, you’re wearing a white dress and I’m wearing a white shirt. And you happen to be my date for the night. Totally not weird.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and following Taehyung to the next display. He’s fun company.

You’re about to comment when a squeal interrupts you.

“Taehyung!”

“Hi, Soojin.”

The woman, Soojin, is the one that was at your interview.

“Hey Y/N.”

The breathy whisper tickles your ear, and you turn around in shock, seeing Jungkook standing too close with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, hey Jungkook.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to his chest, your eyes widen in surprise, aware of the people around you.

“What are you doing?” You hold your palm up to his chest while the other balances your drink in your hand.

“Can’t I hold you like this?”

“What? No, you cannot.”

You squirm out of his grip, gaze flickering to the red patch on his white dress shirt. Red lipstick.

“You gave me a chance?”

“Yes I did,” you speak through gritted teeth, “but I didn’t say that we were together or anything. You can’t hold me like that.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when Taehyung did it. Are you together?”

“What? No,” you try to keep your composure, “what is your problem?”

His eyes burn into yours, anger evident in them, with your own rage consuming you. You should’ve known that Jungkook only had one intention when he asked for a chance. You probably have two completely different perspectives on what that could imply.

Soojin tugs at his arm, she looks between the two of you. Red lipstick stretching with her mouth as she gives you a half-hearted smile.

Your eyebrows raise in realization, he just wanted to fuck you. Like he doesn’t get enough.

You turn to walk in Taehyung’s direction but a hand around your wrist stops you from moving.

“Let go of me, Jungkook.”

“No.”

You whip your head around to stare at your hand, seeing his tattooed fingers curled around your wrist.

“Jungkook,” you stand in front of him so you’re toe to toe, “I said let go of me. I gave you a chance and you blew it. Now let go of my wrist.”

“How did I blow it?”

“By being yourself. You’re just a pathetic womanizer who uses money to get your way. Now let me go.”

He drops your hand and you walk away from him, Taehyung standing across the room, a confused look on his face.

As you’re walking, a figure tackles you. Working fast you spread his legs with your foot and grip his hand from around your back, twisting it and shoving him away from you. He yelps in pain.

“OW! What the fuck Y/N?!”

“Jimin?”

“What is wrong with you? Is this how you greet your friend when you see him after three months?”

You surge forward, throwing your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck.

“I missed you. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He strokes your hair, “Jungkook saw your little show, so at least he knows not to mess with you.”

You chuckle, “c’mon I have to introduce you to someone.”

-

“So let me get this straight. He broke up with you, then fucked every single girl from your HR class?”

“And my Anatomy class!” Jimin adds, cheese strings slapping his chin as he takes a bite of the pizza.

“Mhm,” you suck some sauce off your thumb, “and he bragged about it to everyone. Including my friends.”

“So that shows that he didn’t regret it at all and he never actually loved Y/N,” Jimin speaks with his cheeks stuffed, nodding to you because you’ve had this discussion a thousand times.

Both you and Jimin wait for Taehyung’s response to all this. He pushes his glasses up, “and he said he didn’t want to be in a serious relationship at the time?”

“Committed,” Jimin corrects and you nod again.

“Honestly, from like, a guy’s perspective, no offense Jimin, maybe he knew that he couldn’t control his raging hormones? Maybe he didn’t want to hurt you by cheating on you, so he broke up with you to save all the heartbreak.”

“But I was still heartbroken in the end!”

“Yeah but, what if,” he crosses his legs and wipes his hands with a tissue, “you were meant to be together now?”

“You’re on to something, Tae.”

You look between Jimin and Taehyung, then spot the smirk on Jimin’s face.

“No. Jimin, if you bring up that fate bullshit one more time-“

“Let’s just listen to what Taehyung has to say!”

He clears his throat, “I’m just saying. I know he sleeps around a lot and I’m not trying to justify any of his actions. But like what if he really meant what he said? About proving to you that he’s changed?”

“That doesn’t even matter. Soojin was his date for the night and I saw lipstick on his shirt!”

Taehyung chuckles, then points to a red stain on his white shirt, not sauce. Red lipstick.

“She gets it on everyone. If you’re wearing literally any light color, you’re doomed if she’s anywhere near you. Plus, I haven’t seen him with her since the day of your interview.”

“But, but,” your eyes search the lounge, “that day! At my interview! It looked like they just fucked before I entered the room!”

“Okay maybe they are fucking but maybe he won’t now that you’re in the picture.”

You give him a wary look, still unwilling to accept whatever he’s saying.

“What exactly did you say to him today? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that. He looked so angry, yet sad at the same time…”

You gather the empty pizza boxes, “I told him that he blew his chance.”

“How?”

“What?”

“How did he blow his chance idiot???” Jimin yells into your ear, completely breaking your train of thought.

“Fuck Jimin, can a bitch think?”

“No.”

You roll your eyes and face the couch where Taehyung sits again, “he, like, put his arm around my waist. And when I tried to push him away, he said that I didn’t have a problem when you did it.”

Taehyung eyes widen.

“Then when I tried to walk away from him, he gripped my wrist, like literally everyone around us was staring! Even Soojin was there! I just didn’t like that he thinks he can do whatever he wants just because I agreed to giving him a chance.”

Taehyung and Jimin sigh in unison.

“Shouldn’t that tell you something, if he doesn’t care who’s around and he doesn’t mind being seen with you? Honestly, the only woman I’ve seen him with in public was Soojin, and that’s because she’s his assistant, no one will really suspect anything.”

“Yes but-“

“I think you gave up too quickly.”

“What?” Your eyes bug out of your head, and you hear Jimin snigger from beside you, collapsing onto the rug, sandy blonde hair covering his face.

“What else did you tell him?”

You try to ignore Jimin’s wails of laughter, “I told him that he blew his chance by being himself. And that he’s a pathetic womanizer…something like that.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, you really deflated his ego,” Jimin wipes a tear from the corner of his eye.

“I think you should shut the fuck up Jimin. Taehyung, it isn’t my job to inflate his ego and I only spoke the truth,” you shrug.

“Yeah, but you gave up too easily. He didn’t even get a proper chance, the poor guy.”

You open your mouth to counter, but he cuts you off.

“It’s up to you, but I think you should speak to him on Monday.”

“What should I say?”

He shrugs, “just think about everything. From the very beginning. Think about how he said he’ll prove to you that he’s changed and you didn’t even give him twenty-four hours before you gave up.”

A few minutes pass as you take his words in.

“Up to you, of course.”

Maybe you were a little harsh.

Monday rolls by and after thinking it through literally the entire weekend, you decided that the next time you see Jungkook, you’ll talk to him and apologize for blowing him off but you won’t apologize for the way you reacted when he held you like that. You aren’t one of his hook ups.

You sit at your desk, answering a few emails and browsing the sales that took place after the gallery opening, Taehyung pops into your office, whispering as he goes.

“He’s here, if you wanna…”

“I’ll just wait for him to come here, he’ll definitely pay me a visit.”

Nodding, he exits the room and you take the opportunity to touch up your lipstick before Jungkook enters.

Five minutes turn into ten into twenty into thirty minutes waiting for him to walk into your office. You get restless and decide to take your lunch break now.

Walking down the small hallway, you see Taehyung and Namjoon, who look like they’re deep in conversation as they stare at the computer screen.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey.”

You lean in close to Taehyung, “where’s Jungkook?”

“He didn’t come to see you?”

You shake your head.

“Oh, he left about ten minutes ago.”

Oh.

“Okay, I’m gonna head out for lunch.”

Walking out the double doors, you can’t help but think that it’s odd that he didn’t come to see you. The one week you spent working at Euphoria was filled with him pestering you at any chance he can get.

You’ll just wait for tomorrow.

-

The week is over, and you didn’t see Jungkook once, he always leaves before you get to see him. Work is getting even more stressful with thousands of submissions from artists looking for representation. Taehyung and Namjoon deal with the hectic parts of it but you still have to find a way to ensure that each artist is dealt with when it comes to showcasing their work.

It’s two weeks later when you finally see him, but his behavior has you feeling a little edgy.

You were talking to Namjoon about the next exhibition when you see him enter, he nods to everyone but completely ignores you and you can’t help but feel a little angry at that. He’s pretending that you don’t exist because he did something wrong? That can’t be right.

Maybe what you said to him that day really hit a sore spot?

You huff, walking over to him, ponytail swishing behind you as your heels click with each step.

“Hey Jungkook.”

He keeps his eyes on some papers as he stands at the reception desk, “Hello Y/N.”

“How are you?”

“Superb. And you?”

“Good.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes,” you clear you throat, “you can start by telling me why you’ve been avoiding him since the opening.”

He drops his pen, eyes still not meeting yours, “why don’t you tell me? Hmm?”

“I-“

“Or you can’t because you’re you, right? So entitled, such a goody two shoes, never makes any mistakes.”

His eyes finally bore into yours and you feel your cheeks heat, grimacing at his tone.

“What are you talking about? You have no right to be angry with me.”

“I have no right?” He takes a step forward so he’s towering over you, you gulp, “I asked for a chance and you took the first opportunity to call it a day. I told you that I’ll prove to you that I’ve changed. Then you insult me, you don’t even know me anymore just like I don’t know you.”

You open your mouth to speak, even though you have no idea what will come out, but he speaks before you.

“I know that I’ve fucked up in the past but I’m not the same guy anymore Y/N.”

“You sure?” You cock an eyebrow and he raises his own in question.

“Literally everyone knows that you sleep around.”

“Yes I do, I sleep around, I fuck who I want whenever I want. But I’ve never cheated in my entire life. And the last time I actually wanted a relationship was with you.”

His eyes soften as he continues, you can feel the blood rush to your ears, slowly slipping under his hold that seems so intoxicating.

“I know that you’re guarded, I know that you’re finding it hard to trust me again but I promise, none of the women I’ve been with ever came close to you,” he shakes his head, “and I’m not just saying that, I mean it.”

He lifts his hand to hold your shoulder but lets it fall to his side.

“Would you mind giving me another chance?”

You bite your lip in contemplation, his beady doe-eyes patiently waiting for your answer. You did feel guilty after that night, not only because of the talk you had with Taehyung, but because you regretted saying those things to him as soon as it left your lips.

He can sense your hesitation and he sighs, taking a step away from and you suddenly feel a chill run down your spine.

“I’m leaving for Tokyo tomorrow, for a week before the next exhibition. I’m going alone but if you want,” his eyes search yours, “you can come with. Bring your work along.”

He gathers his files and walks out, leaving you a little lightheaded with his scent still lingering around and his words still nudging into your heart.

You pace around your room, phone in hand. It’s easy for you to just call and tell him that you’ll go with him but at the same time, it isn’t. Someone who caused you years of heartache, is asking for another chance. Can you risk it? Are you willing to take that chance?

Thinking of what Taehyung and Jimin had kept saying, you groan, flopping down on your bed as you chew on your lip. Maybe it was meant for you to be together now? When you’re older and more experienced. If you didn’t break up all those years ago, he would’ve probably been bored of you now if not earlier.

Sitting up and folding your legs under your body, you make up your mind.

He answers after the third ring and suddenly, you completely forget the reason why you dialled his number in the first place.

“Hello?”

You shut your eyes, “hey, it’s me.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah…”

You hear his clear chuckle filter through the speaker, causing your stomach to do backflips.

“Made up your mind?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And…I’ll come with,” you twiddle with a strand of hair.

“Really?”

You can literally hear the happiness in his voice, and it makes you smile too.

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll book your ticket and fetch you tomorrow at 3PM, okay?”

“Okay.”

“God, thank you Y/N.”

“For?”

“For giving me another chance, even though I don’t deserve it.”

You roll your eyes, still smiling, “bye Jungkook.”

“Bye Y/N~”

Tossing your phone on the bed, you jump and down, trying to let out the excitement and nerves. Then you smooth your hands down your nightgown, inhaling deeply.

You hope you aren’t making a terrible mistake.

By the time you arrive and get settled in at the hotel, it’s already dinner time and Jungkook shoots you a text to inform you that he’ll meet you downstairs, so you can eat together. You’re a little nervous, no, you’re extremely nervous and you have no idea what to wear to dinner, so you opt for a black strappy dress that sits mid-thigh.

Jungkook’s room is right next to yours, so when you finally leave your room, you see him doing the same and he does a double take, eyes sweeping over your figure, making you blush as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He was never good at hiding his emotions.

He pokes out his elbow for you to shove your hand into the small gap, smiling at him as you wait for the elevator.

“You look amazing, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you admire his black dress pants and shirt tucked in, sticking to his slim waist, “you too.”

“Thanks,” he ushers you into the elevator, palm at the small of your back.

It’s quiet as you go down, watching the numbers change on the small screen, waiting for 1 to appear. The elevator doors open with a ding and he takes your hand in his again, walking along the glossy floors as you take the turn in through the restaurant, warm air hitting your face while he chats to the hostess.

“Right this way,” you follow her as she takes you to a seat right at the back of the restaurant, a cozy table with Jeon printed on a white card.

“We’ll be with you shortly,” she bows and makes her way back to the front.

Jungkook pulls your chair out for you and pushes it in as you sit, he takes the seat opposite you.

You find yourself in a similar position to the other night, except you’re in much fancier clothes at a fancier restaurant and you’re aren’t having an internal debate as you watch the man in front of you.

“Let’s order, then we can talk about whatever you want,” he smiles.

“Whatever Iwant?”

He nods, “whatever you want.”

“What if you don’t like what I talk about?” You poke, the yellow lighting making a sunset form in his eyes as he leans forward.

“I’ll still let you talk,” he shrugs, gesturing to the menu in front of you.

You order and eat, and it’s quiet again, the same recurring quiet that settles between the two of you. Glancing at him, you see he’s already watching you.

“What?”

“I’m waiting for you to talk.”

“Oh,” you take a sip of your drink, “well I do have a lot of things I want to ask you.”

“Go ahead.”

You think about your conversation the other day, the one that was cut short.

“What made you change your mind about joining your father’s business?”

He purses his lips, takes a swig of his own drink then wipes his mouth.

“I felt like it was the right thing to do.”

“And abandon your dreams?”

“I agreed to go to business school all those years ago for a reason, Y/N,” his eyes meet yours, “and I didn’t abandon my dreams.”

You place your arms on the table and lean forward, “really?”

“Yeah.”

“You did tell me that you opened the gallery to sell other’s art, even if you can’t sell yours. When that was your dream, to let the world appreciate the emotion that spills in the form of color on a canvas.”

There’s a glint in his eyes, not the kind you see every day, but a different one. And you realize that you remembered his words after all these years, like he whispered them to you just yesterday.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, gaze still piercing into yours and you feel a throb in your abdomen as his tongue runs over his lower lip.

“I will, when the time is right.”

“No better time than now,” you shrug.

“Yes, no better time than now,” he repeats, and you see the smirk form on his face, the hidden implication becoming clear to you.

The hostess had come to your table to inform you that the restaurant will be closing soon, and you’re shocked when you notice that it’s after midnight, you had spent hours chatting to Jungkook about the past, the future and Euphoria.

You’re a little buzzed from the champagne but you manage to make it to your room door, Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist as yours is curled around his neck, no objections from you this time.

You lean on the doorframe, giving Jungkook a giddy smile as he opens his door, the feelings that were dulled by grey clouds and chilly weather are now being refreshed with the rain and sunlight, making the corners of your mouth stretch until it hurts.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmurs, shooting you a wink that makes you clench your thighs together. God, how long has it been since you last got laid?

“Aren’t you gonna come in,” you’re hearing yourself say, pointing to your bed. Maybe you’re NOT a little buzzed.

He walks over to you, and you straighten your posture, breath coming out in pants.

“Maybe some other time,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he dips his head and you shut your eyes, puckering your lips only for him to kiss the corner of your mouth, a bewildered look on your face.

He places his hand on your back again and gives you a gentle shove, you stumble into your room. He grabs the handle of the door and pulls it shut behind you.

For his own sanity.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he flings it on the floor, chest heaving as he lays on his back, hands coming to remove his belt.

That was probably the hardest thing he has ever done in his entire life. His dick is the hardest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life as it springs from his underwear.

Throwing his head back against the soft pillows, he shuts his eyes, thinking of your sweet smile, your laughter playing in his head like a broken record.

Curling his fingers around his shaft, he hisses as he pumps his length, precum smearing everywhere as he thrusts into his hand, the curve of your waist flashing behind his lids, the sound of his name escaping your lips filling his ears. He fists his dick erratically, twisting around his head as he digs his teeth into his lower lip, imagining it was your tight pussy instead of his hand, warm walls gripping him like a vice.

He cries out your name, hips lifting of the bed as he fucks into his fist, heat shooting through his body as his dick twitches, trying to remember the way your tight pussy felt. Oh, the first time, it felt like heaven and it just kept getting better each time.

With a few more pumps, he cums all over his stomach and hand, curses filling the air as he cracks his eyes open, your face the only thing enshrouding his mind.

He doesn’t think he’s ever cum this hard and fast from just his hand.

Cleaning himself up, the thought of you never slipping, he can’t help but feel like he’s falling for you again. The way you both just click in ways he never did with anyone else. He was a dumb asshole for letting you go all those years ago. But now he knows for sure.

He cares about you, he wants you to be his, he wants you more than anything in the world.

As he catches sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, the upper part of his body a bright pink, he knows he can’t fuck this up.

The next morning, you decide to do a little shopping to pass your time. Jungkook had informed you that he’ll be extremely busy this morning as he has to meet with a few clients and business partners. Obviously, your schedule here doesn’t revolve around him, you also want to do a little sightseeing of your own.

After hours of shopping and squeezing your wallet, you take a break on the bench in front of a pretty water fountain near the hotel, soaking in the sunlight as butterflies float around you, unfamiliar voices filling the silence.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You lift your head to stare at the man with the raspy voice, but the sun blinds you.

“Yeah,” you reply as he sits down next to you.

You clutch your purse closer to you and it seems like he notices your action, a chuckle, deep and throaty, reaches your ears.

“I come in peace,” he laughs and you finally turn your head to look at him.

Blond hair, pushed back, making it easier for you to notice two cat-like eyes blinking back at you, pink lips set in a pout, he speaks again, and you realize that it’s just the way they’re molded, he isn’t pouting. He’s…attractive.

“You’re not from here,” he inquires, and you think that a man with such soft features couldn’t possible be a murderer, right?

“No, you?”

“Nah, Seoul, actually.”

“I work there,” you add, keeping your eyes on the trickling water.

“So, you’re here on holiday?”

“Guess so.”

You see him nod from your periphery and you think he’s done but he continues to speak.

“I’m actually here for some business, I’m an online art curator.”

That catches your attention.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Kind of like-“

“I know what that is, I work in an art gallery.”

He whips his head to look at you and you do the same, the sun making his unbelievably clear skin glow.

“Really?”

You nod, and he thrusts his hand in your direction.

“Min Yoongi.”

You give him your name and he smiles, eyes not leaving yours.

“So which gallery do you work for?”

“Euphoria Gallery.”

“In Seoul?”

“Yeah,” you respond, seeing a quizzical look appear on his face so you continue, “it opened a few weeks ago.”

“Ahhh,” his eyes widen a little in understanding, “I haven’t been to Seoul in over two months.”

It’s silent for a while and you think he might be done with his interrogation but obviously he isn’t.

“So what do you do there?”

You look at him again, a serious look on his face and you think you might answer a few more before you head back to the hotel.

“I’m actually the Marketing Manager.”

“Oh, so you’re actually more on the business side.”

“Guess you can say that.”

You pat your thighs then stand, carrying all your shopping bags in one hand while the other rummages through your purse for your phone.

“You’re staying at this hotel?”

You nod politely at the inquisitive man.

“Me too,” he springs up from the bench, the motion causing you to jump back a bit and drop a few of your bags.

He bends down to pick them up and you do the same, your fingers brushing each other, and you blush from the proximity, his woody scent surrounding you.

“Let me help you.”

“I’m fine.”

“These are heavy,” he hooks a few into his left hand and you watch his muscles flex as he stands up to his full height.

“Okay,” you shrug, letting him follow you back to the hotel but before you can head to the elevators, something catches your eye and you stop walking, the blond behind you huffing as he bumps into your back.

“I’m sorry, could you just wait for a minute.”

He nods, sitting down on the couches not too far away.

Poking your head around the corner, you see Jungkook with his side leaning on a counter, smile in place as he talks to a tall woman, she giggles and flicks her hair over her shoulder, swaying over the small space as he places his hand on her neck, fiddling with her necklace.

You swallow, feeling your throat constrict, tears blurring your vision. Backing away from the wall, the terrifying thought that this was all a mistake crosses your mind. Your back hits something warm and hard and you turn around to see the man from earlier, your shopping bags still in hand.

“Are you okay?”

You blink away the tears, smiling at him, “yeah uhm…”

You look up at him again; he’s damn good-looking, just your type and helpful. His job is even in the same field as yours. You aren’t going to hold back because of an asshole like Jungkook anymore, he can take his chance and stick it.

“I’m gonna take these up,” you struggle to take them in both your hands, “if you want, we can chat a little about the gallery.”

His eyebrows raise, gums being exposed as he smiles, “yeah sure sure. I’ll wait here for you.”

He sits down on the couch again and you smile, running your hand along his back as you make your way to the elevators, “see you in bit Yoongi.”

You’re trying to focus on what Yoongi’s saying but your mind keeps taking you back to Jungkook and how you fell for him yet again, how you’re hurting yet again. You should’ve known that it won’t be easy for him to just ditch his shitty ways, you hold back a sob.

“So, I told him that I can’t take his offer because I’m actually starting a website-“

Yoongi seems interesting, but your eyes keep travelling to his arms down to the tips of his fingers. He has such pretty fingers to go with his muscular arms, Rolex moving with his hand as they track his words. It seems like you’re looking for anything to distract you from the dick that is Jungkook.

“Y/N?”

You lift your head to see Jungkook standing near the couches where you and Yoongi sit, he has one hand behind his back and you give him a clueless smile.

“Oh, hey Jungkook. This is Yoongi, he’s an art curator.” You let your knee brush against Yoongi’s, seeing Jungkook’s gaze follow the movement.

Yoongi stands to shake Jungkook’s hand, “nice to meet you Jungkook.”

Jungkook gives him a discerning look, then smiles and takes the seat next to him.

“So, you’re an art curator? Y/N here must’ve told you about the new gallery I’ve just opened.”

You roll your eyes at his subtle flex.

“I actually handle a website based on my job.”

Jungkook nods, “maybe you should visit us in Seoul…”

And just like that, Jungkook hijacks your conversation with Yoongi while you sit slack-jawed, both men completely disregarding you, Yoongi even turning his back to you as he talks to Jungkook. Jungkook even gets his number before you and soon, he’s waving goodbyes to the both of you, while you sulk.

Jungkook sighs, “good man. So, you wanna get lunch?”

“Fuck no.” Rushing to the elevators, you turn around to see Jungkook hot on your heels, pushing the elevator button like the side character in a horror movie, you curse when you feel Jungkook behind you.

“Running away from me, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

The elevator dings and you walk in, he presses the button for your floor before you can.

“I saw you.”

“Saw me what?”

You look past him and into the elevator mirror, seeing him hold something under his coat, behind his back.

“Cut the crap, Jungkook. You only want to fuck me.”

“Y/N,” he sighs, “I told you this before-“

“I saw you with that lady, you were laughing with her and and touching her!” You feel the lump build in your throat again as you watch the look of surprise on his face.

After a few minutes, you reach your floor and he grips your wrist, dragging you to his room while you wriggle in his hold.

“Jungkook!”

“Calm down, Y/N,” he yells over your cries, and you have no choice but to follow him in his strong hold, then you see he’s moved the thing that he’s been holding to his front, tucked into his coat. Fuck. What if it’s a gun and he plans on killing you.

He enters the code for his room and pulls you inside, tears painting your cheeks.

“The lady you saw,” he begins, kicking off his shoes then sitting on his bed as he produces a blue velvet box, about the size of a dinner plate, “she’s a jeweller, I called her here. She was showing me all different kinds, but none were to my liking but then I noticed the design that she was wearing and I liked it.”

He opens the box, revealing a white gold necklace, glinting in his bedroom light.

Pulling it out of the box, he holds it in his hands delicately as he walks over to you, standing behind you as he places it on your neck.

“It was for you, Y/N. And I meant it when I said that I changed.”

You’re speechless, looking down to admire the piece of jewellery with diamonds dotting the knots at the centre. Turning around to look at him, he has an exhausted look on his face, one that makes you feel guilty.

“It’s beautiful,” you can’t keep your eyes off of it.

“Beautiful jewelry for a beautiful woman like you,” he pinches your chin to lift your head up so you’re looking at him, seeing the exhausted look replaced by something fond.

“Things don’t buy my love,” you quip and he hangs his head to laugh.

“I know, but I was hoping that this could sort of be like a promise ring? In the form of a necklace? I’m not good with these things.”

“A promise ring?” You giggle, eyes softening at the way he rubs his neck, reminding you of the boy you fell in love with.

“Y/N I am sorry, but you have to trust me, please. I won’t hurt you again.”

You nod, “I’m sorry too. For not believing you.”

“You don’t ever have to be sorry, I fucked up,” he takes your hands in his, placing two sweet kisses on the backs of your hands.

Taking a step forward, your body presses to his as he reaches down to run an index finger down the side of your face, sending tingles up your spine.

Dipping his head, his minty breath fans across your face, making you lick your lips in anticipation. Finally, he closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours as his hands cradle your face. You place your palms on his chest, pushing him so the backs of his knees hit the bed, tumbling down with you on top of him.

Licking into his mouth, his hands travel down your back and to your ass, squeezing the flesh and making you moan into his mouth as his tongue slides along yours.

“I want you,” you pant, kissing up his neck and sucking the soft skin under his ear, remembering all the spots that gets him going.

He grips your hips, pressing you onto him so you can feel his throbbing member against your core.

“Jungkook,” you whine.

In one swift movement, he flips you over, ridding himself of his coat, shirt and pants while you work on removing your dress and bra.

Once he gets his eyes on your almost-naked body, he groans, his dick twitching in its confines as he takes in the swell of your breasts, greedily palming them as he bends down to take one of your erect nipples into his mouth, slurping noisily as he flicks his tongue, thumb rubbing over the other nipple, making you keen into his touch. They did get bigger.

Reaching down, you’re just as greedy as you palm him through his boxer briefs, humming against your nipple, making your back arch off the bed. With one last bite to your nipple that has you gripping his hair, he comes up to place a searing kiss on your lips, your body feeling hot as arousal pools between your legs.

“Jungkook,” you whisper against his lips, “need you.”

“Yeah?” He searches your eyes, almost urgently, “need me inside you?”

You nod, biting your lip at his words, “wanna cum around your cock.”

His eyebrows raise, “someone’s got a dirty mouth,” he licks a hot stripe up your throat to your lips, “I like it. Makes me want to fuck you senseless.”

You whine, trying to rub your thighs together for some friction but his body between your legs restricts any movement. His eyes flicker to the wet spot growing on your panties and he dips his hand down, rubbing you through the drenched material, hissing when he feels how wet you are.

“Fuck, you’re fucking soaked for me. Want my cock so bad hmm?”

You nod, the cool necklace around your neck digging into the warmth of your body.

“Let me hear how bad you want my cock,” he dips his hand into your panties, running two fingers along your folds then circling your clit, moving faster as each second passes.

You moan, gripping his shoulders as you rock against his hand, he chuckles as he watches your fucked out expression.

“I said let me hear you.”

He pushes two fingers into you at once, making you dig you nails into his skin as his fingers massage your walls, “hmmf wanna c-cum so b-bad around y-ah!”

He curls his fingers, hitting the exact spot that has you twitching under him, you open your eyes to see him smirking down at you.

“C’mon baby, tell me what you want,” he moves his fingers in and out, hooking them and rubbing the pads against that spot that has you a blubbering mess.

“Cock! Want your cock so bad!” You cry, moving your hips in tandem with him movements, the pressure building as you feel your high so close.

Gripping his wrist, you throw your head back and yell his name only for him to pull his fingers out, you whine at the loss, your high was so close.

You watch him pop his fingers into his mouth, groaning in pleasure, “you taste even better.”

“Jungkook, please.”

He removes the last piece of clothing from both your bodies, leaving the necklace on as he leans down to hover over you, pressing just the right amount of weight onto you that has you groaning and gripping his shoulders again.

“You wanted to cum around my cock?” You feel him run the head of his dick along your folds, tapping it against your clit, making you jolt under him.

“Yes,” you whisper, loving the way his muscular chest presses against your soft mounds.

With no warning at all, he pushes into you, dropping his head to your neck as he bottoms out, giving you time to adjust to his girthy length. With a drawn-out groan, he pulls out of you, only to slam back in, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Does that feel good?” He whispers into your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth, making you bite into his shoulder from how good his cock dragging in and out of you feels.

“Yeah,” you whimper.

“Yeah? You like taking my cock like this?”

He pulls out of you, sitting up against the headboard and pulling you onto his lap, lifting your hips to position you over his dick, he slams into you as you steady yourself.

“Or like this,” lifting his hips off the bed, he thrusts into you, the new position has him reaching new depths and pressing into that sweet spot.

“Fuck Jungkook, fuck me any way you want,” you yell, pleasure consuming you as he pistons his hips, gripping your waist as he fucks you open.

“Yeah? Any way I want?”

You nod, eyes shut as you throw your head back, exposing your neck to him. He wraps a hand around your throat, not applying any pressure but pushing you flat onto the bed with his other hand.

Curling his hand around your thigh, he throws your leg over his shoulder, repeating the action with your other leg as he lets your body fold in half, wrapping both his hands around your throat as he watches his dick move in and out of your tight hole.

Your eyes roll back from the new position, feeling yourself clench around him as he sets a ruthless pace, drawing his hips back and slapping back into you, skin on skin, squelching and low groans filling the air.

“Like this? Yeah? Fuck you’re so tight. You gonna cum?”

Whining, you place your hands around the backs of your knees, holding your legs up as he starts to squeeze around your throat, your boobs bouncing with each thrust, necklace moving around this way and that. He presses his fingers into the sides of your throat, making you feel lightheaded as his cock continues to rub against your walls, hitting that sweet spot relentlessly, feeling your body erupt in a wave of tingles as your orgasm washes over you, mouth open in a silent moan, you hear a string of curses leave his lips as his own high takes over him, shooting hot ropes into you as you twitch under him.

You open your eyes to take in his expression of pure bliss, heart racing even more at the sight.

Letting go of your throat, he captures your lips in another intense kiss, smoothing your sweaty strands away from your face as he pulls out of you, another whine mingling with his breath, feeling the hot liquid leak out of you.

He lays down next to you, pulling you into him as he studies your face. You break the silence first.

“That was-“

“I love you,” he interrupts.

You blink at him not quite comprehending what he just said but he repeats it, placing kisses all over your face as he chants the words.

“I love you Y/N, so much. You’re the only one for me. I’m going to marry you soon.”

He snuggles into your chest and that last sentence leaves you a little breathless, even more breathless than before. You decide to surrender yourself to him, no hesitation, no ifs or buts. Because it feels right, both your heart and mind are in agreement; it feels right.

Running your fingers through the dark strands of his hair, he lifts his head to stare at you, his arms secured around your back, warm breath hitting your chest, big doe eyes that you could never, ever hate, even if you wanted to, blinking up at you.

“I love you too.”

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Work Hard, Play Harder || KTH

- Pairing: CEO!Kim Taehyung x Assistant!Female Reader

- Genre/AU: A bit of Angst, Smut, Fluff(what a surprise), romance?, PWP(barely any plot), OfficeAU, Big Idiots2Lovers

- Rating: R (minors get the hell out)

- Summary: Your boss, Mr. Kim, has you working overtime on a Friday night. Is there a personal reason he’s holding you up from a night out with your friends? Or does he actually need help sorting the files?

- Word Count: 2.7k

- Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, degradation, clit spanking, orgasm denial and control, soft Dom!Tae, jealous Taehyung, dirty talk, Sir Kink, light bdsm play, mentions safe word but not actually used, begging, mixed signals I guess, inappropriate work behavior, exhibitionism, creampie, biting/marking/scratching, brat!reader, clothed sex, aftercare. I believe that’s it. Please proceed with caution.

- A/n: I have no explanation for myself. I don’t know how or why…just enjoy, I guess. This is not edited and I’ll get someone to review this one day lol. Please excuse the errors or anything else that doesn’t make sense.

8:59 PM

That’s what time your little desk clock reads. You were supposed to be heading out to have drinks right now, but of course, your boss needed you to stay later. All the other employees are long gone for the evening, and you nearly shed a tear as they said their farewells to you on the way out. Their eyes were filled with nothing but pity as they took in your tired state.

“Mr. Kim, I’ve gone over all of these files for you. If you don’t need anything else, I’d like to–

“Did you finish your report?” he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

Standing from the small couch in the corner, you make your way across his office to his desk, setting the files next to him. “I haven’t, but I can do it over the weekend since it isn’t due until Tuesday. I have somewhere important to be in an hour.” You lie.

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THIS IS SUCH A COMFORT ZONE!!!! I know, I just know Taehyung would be able to enchant my depressed self into a Mario Kart race even if I'm almost at the verge of tears. He's just this type of person, y'know? Thank you for writing this, I feel like I need to understand when I'm in trouble with my health and sometimes reading helps a lot.

The Counselor (Taehyung x Reader)

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Words: 6,508

Summary: You’ve been feeling a bit…depressed. At your friends recommendation, you go to see a counselor, but…he’s a lot more than you expected.

A/N: Well! This has been a long time coming, haha. My first Taehyung smut-I figured it was time. Though, it does have lots of fluff too (because to me Taehyung is such a sweetiepie). Anyway! Please enjoy!

You are…struggling. And you know you are. Classes are rough, and homework and work makes you want to rip all of your hair out. You’re losing sleep and adapting terrible eating habits (aka not eating at all and/or eating only quick and unhealthy food), and your friends are worried.

“The University Health Department has counseling available almost 24/7,” one of your girlfriends tells you, her eyes begging for you just to listen for once, because she know that you don’t want to. It’s only another 2 months until summer, and you only need to last that long, then things will get a little better. You’re sure of it. However, you still patiently listen to her nonetheless.

“They’re not professional—they’re trained kids, our own age. People who go to the university with us that are just…listening buddies. They’re there to help us in any way they can, and I haven’t heard anyone say anything bad about them.

“And they don’t judge you!” she continues quickly when she sees your lips part, liking going to give her an excuse as to why you don’t want to go. “I’ve had friends who have gone in just to talk about their day—because it helps them to have the company around. And I’ve also had friends who have gone in and gotten deep—and it still works out fine in those situations too.

“The counseling is good,” she tells you, smiling as she grabs one of your hands between hers. Your heart aches at that moment, because you know that she’s such a good friend to you, and it’s not like you enjoy feeling this way, it’s just…

“Give them a chance, Y/N, and if you don’t like it I won’t ask you to go back. But what can it hurt?”

“My pride,” you mumble in response, and when she sends you a sour pout, you sigh. “I’ll…go soon,” you say, managing a smile. You place your free hand atop hers and squeeze, hoping to portray your sincerity. “I really do appreciate you being so concerned for me. Thank you.”

She shrugs, the atmosphere becoming a bit more comfortable she slides off her seat and moves around the café table, grabbing you in a tight hug.

“Just trying my best to be a good friend.”

“You are, trust me.”

Despite it all, you do end up going to the counseling—but only after lots of internal struggle and reasoning.

On a Friday night—when you for once don’t have work—you pick yourself up and shrug on a too-big sweatshirt and slip into a pair of trainers and then leave your 1 bedroom apartment, trudging towards the Health Center on campus.

You’re not even sure if counseling will be available at—you slyly slip your phone from your pocket and check the screen—10:03 on the weekend, but hey—if you go and no one is there, then at least you tried. You can tell your friend that at the very least you made an effort to get counseling, and then you’ll never have to go back again. Perfect!

Sadly, when you reach the health building, a woman at the front desk points you in the direction of the student mental health rooms. Tempted to sigh at your luck, you slowly make your way up the dimly lit hall—most of the lights off in order to cut electricity costs.

After a minute you find the area you’re looking for, a semi-large waiting room with 5 doors connected to it. 4 of the doors are closed—the ones labeled ‘Jackson’, ‘Hani’, ’Kai’, and ‘Jonghyun’—and through the small window you can only see darkness, so you assume they’re out for the night. The farthest right door, however, is illuminated.

Shit…

You take a deep breath, reading yourself for judgment and fear and anxiety—because despite your friends reassurance and all the good remarks you’ve been hearing about the counseling and counselors—you’re still terrified.

Eying the nametag hanging on the door handle—one which is bright blue and decorated with a mismatch of drawings (which may have been done by a kindergarten, but you can’t tell)—you wearily lift your hand and knock your knuckles against the solid wood.

It takes a few seconds, but eventually the door opens, and you suddenly find yourself face to face with a thin, chestnut haired boy. His face reflects subtle surprise, his perfectly shaped eyebrows raising on his forehead.

“Hi,” he says after a moment, and then breaks into a large boxy smile, gripping his stomach as he laughs. You take a step back, wanting to run. Is he laughing at you??—but luckily he quickly explains himself.

“Sorry, I just…I’m so used to being here alone on Friday nights, usually no one shows up, so you took me by surprise. I was laughing at myself because I’m sure I looked a bit stupid standing there, hehe~.” Reaching out a hand, his brown eyes turning kind, he introduces himself. “I’m Kim Taehyung, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you respond, still hesitant, but take his hand nonetheless. It’s large, you note.

“Well—come on in!” he says, stepping back and motioning to his little, private room. You poke your head in, surveying the area. There’s a pink and a blue beanbag on the carpet floor, a stack of books in the corner, and an old TV with a N64 hooked up. On the screen is a paused game of California Speed, which is what you guess Taehyung must have been playing before your unexpected arrival.

“I…um…,” you manage, embarrassed at your own awkwardness. But you feel bad—maybe he doesn’t want to talk to you, he was probably have a jolly fine time before you’d shown up at his door.

“Y/N,” Taehyung coaxes, his face melting into a look of understanding. He’s so beautiful to look at, and with such sincerity portrayed on his features, you’re beginning to wonder if perhaps he’s an angel of sorts.

Extending his hand towards you, Taehyung waits. Patient. He and you both know that it’s your decision to come inside, and he’s not going to force any kind of decision upon you.

You don’t want to be here, and yet…with Taehyung here in front of you…

You take his hand.

Grinning, Taehyung tugs you into his little, cozy pad, and shuts the door behind you. Immediately, in time with the sound of the room closing off, you feel emergency barriers forming around your heart, scared to let anyone in or anything out. Because in the most basic sense you are ok. You have food and shelter, and you find it in yourself to roll out of bed every day. You’re alright, but…you’re not. Not really—and while Taehyung seems like a nice guy, you don’t know him. So are you just supposed to suddenly open up and tell him all of your problems and expect him to listen and be nonjudgmental? That’s seems impossible.

“Well, pop a squat!” he tells you, diving stomach first onto the pink bean bag. His smile and personality, so far, reminds you of a little kid with no care in the world, and you begin wondering if you can confide in a person like this. Nonetheless, you stiffly step farther into the room and lower yourself onto the other beanbag, not quite sure where to look. If you look at the floor, you’ll seem shy. If you look at Taehyung, then you’ll seem a bit creepy, you think (even though you honestly would love to get a clearer look at Taehyung, because despite the dim light in the hall, you had been able to tell that he is…blessed in his features). So, you decide to stare at the TV instead, back straight and lips pressed together tightly.

God…you wish you hadn’t come.

“Hey,” Taehyung suddenly says, catching your attention. You look up just in time for him to shove the 2P controller into your lap.

“Oh c’mon!” he says when he sees your shocked looked. “This game is fun, I promise! Let’s just play a few maps!”

“I…ok,” you agree, if only because you still feel bad for intruding, and Taehyung grins happily.

“The analog stick is…kinda touchy in this game, so be careful of that,” he tells you as he exits the race he had paused and backtracks to the main menu, this time choosing the 2-player option.

“I’ve actually played this game before,” you inform him quietly, unable to help the amused grin that overtakes your lips when Taehyung’s face turns dumbfounded.

“You have???”

“I have,” you confirm, your smile unwavering as you choose your car on the selection screen. “And I’m pretty good at it too, so watch your back.”

“Ooooooohh~! I see how it is!” Taehyung teases, picking up his controller and thumbing the analog stick until he’s hovering over the golf cart option on screen. You send him a questionable look, and Taehyung licks his lips, raising his eyebrows challengingly. Your heart jumps at the sight, and you wonder if Taehyung knows that he’s making you sexually flustered at the moment.

“Golf cart is gonna win,” he simply says, picking out a course to play, and you roll your eyes, turning your attention to the screen as the race begins.

Maybe a little too into it, you and Taehyung battle it out, the barriers around your heart seeming to inch open with each line of friendly banter exchanged between you both. You’re not sure what time it is when you finally end up tossing your controller down—frustrated that Taehyung had beaten you 15-14 ONLY because an NPC had nudged you out of first place and into third just seconds before the finish line.

“That’s such bullshit!” you scream, though laughter is bubbling in your throat, and you’ve been smiling for a long while now. “I refuse to accept that!”

“Too bad! I win~!” Taehyung sing-songs, setting his controller down on the carpet and getting up to do some kind of awkward victory dance. You shake your head in disbelief, your laughter fading into desperate wheezes for air, and reach over to smack him.

However, in an embarrassing turn of events, you somehow manage to miss his arm…and smack his ass. Just a little smack! Right on the top, but…it’s enough to have both you and Taehyung immediately freezing in shock.

“You…,” he starts, brown eyes wide. Cheeks erupting with color, you open your mouth to try and explain yourself, but no words come out—because what exactly are you supposed to say?! You hadn’t meant for that to happen…!

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I adored your writing style. The feelings and thoughts traced even with a narrator's pov makes it feel so real, even more if they were writing by themselves. The song made it even more special, even though I'm not that familiar with the lyrics, and the interpretation is very different. Plus, the agony of almost forgetting but the information hanging on the air, laying thin before the characters and they noticing so strongly is probably my favorite (oh, the angst!). Thank you so much for writing!

what lovers do, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook has decided for Chuseok this year he's going to get his parents off his back and hire a pretend significant other. Rent-A-Girlfriend, if you will. Attend the family party with you, make small talk, split. You're an expert at doing what lovers do. Easy. But if it's so easy, then why does the heart stutter?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; fake dating au; they're in denial until they're on top of each other, oops; smut (fem reader, so much kissing, dry humping, nipple play, handjob + fingering aka getting each other off at the same time); actually mostly fluff; non-idol!BTS – strangers to lovers, ft novelist!Kim Namjoon; switches between JK's and your POV; based off the song (lyrics in italics)

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now playing – what lovers do by maroon 5 ft sza

say, say, say, hey, hey now baby oh mama, don't play now baby say, say, say, hey, hey now baby said let's get one thing straight now baby

“So, how this works is, you pay me by the hour and I pretend to be your girlfriend. Holding hands, hand on the waist come with, kissing is extra. Sucking up to your parents is free.”

She smiled like the devil, spreading out her hands.

“Tell me what kind of event and dress code. I got it all, traditional hanbok, fancy dresses, church outfits, full slut, whatever you need, I’m here for if you have the money.”

He didn’t know.

He really didn’t know about this.

But if Jeon Jungkook had to spend one more Chuseok with his mother breathing down his neck about potential grandchildren, he was going to scream. She meant well. But being told over and over that he had never brought them a girlfriend to meet and time was running out was exhausting. He wasn’t even that old! But that didn’t matter. What mattered was he wasn’t trying to find a partner and that seemed to greatly worry his parents.

He was busy living life. Wasn’t that enough?

“Um, so… I’ve never been in a relationship…” he mumbled, embarrassed, feeling his ears heat.

She waved a hand, shaking her head. “No worries. Trust me, I got this. I’ve done this hundreds of times. I can make anyone think we’re in love.”

tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not?

“Jungkook, stand straight. There you go.”

She tugged at his tie, smoothing it out. She looked nice. Beautiful even. The dark purple hanbok with the white and pink accents brought out a brightness in her complexion. It didn’t seem quite her style, but she suited it so well that it was difficult to look away.

“Do you remember my name?” she teased, nudging his arm.

“Y-Yeah, of course…”

Nope, he got a syllable wrong.

She only chuckled and corrected him, bopping him on the nose lightly with her fingertip.

“You can’t get it wrong in front of your parents. If you do, I’m going to have to go with a fake name for the entire party, and that will be very confusing to remember for every relative.”

“Sorry, I… I’ve never done this before.”

She patted his arm. “I keep telling you, don’t worry so much. Let me handle it.”

Her hand reached out, beckoning him to hold it.

He had never held a hand before, not like this. His own raised, slowly, tattooed fingers coming out of the black and gold billowy sleeve, swallowing, gasping a little as her fingers circled his, thumb rubbing against his knuckles affectionately, smiling at him.

“You look very handsome, darling.”

Suddenly his chest felt tight, so tight.

I’ll bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

“I’m a marketing software advisor.”

“You are?” he blurted, and then he realized his mistake, snapping his jaw shut, looking away quickly.

“Oh?” His mother looked confused, but his pretend girlfriend swept the focus back to her with ease, a musical pretty laugh and fond rub on his lower back, sending sparks all over his skin underneath the layers of clothing.

“Yeah, I just told Jungkook I work with computers, but my work is a little complicated to explain because I spend most of my time pitching ideas to increase efficacy and appealing to specific audiences to people are having trouble understanding the current trends of social media.” She waved a hand, clearing the air, chuckling. “It’s not really fun or exciting, I suppose, but it is challenging and I love a challenge. But I guess since it’s a bit boring, it’s embarrassing for me to talk about…”

She trailed off, looking sheepish.

His mother shook her head, immediately swooping in to console her. “No, no, I understand. Work is work, right? Not everyone has a creative and interesting job like Jungkookie, what is it again, production of music videos for that music company?”

“Ah, w-well, I mostly do rough editing and a little bit of directing…”

“He’s a director, right, right!”

“Ah, I wish he could tell me more,” his pretend girlfriend sighed, pouting a little. “But I understand, everything has to be top secret so no idol comebacks are spoiled.”

“Aw, you could tell her a little bit at least…”

In two sentences, she acted as if she had known his profession all along and simultaneously gave the reason why she didn’t know much about it to avoid further questioning.

How did she do that?

you gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not?

“You’re so good at lying.”

They were at a corner of the party now, sipping drinks together. The family gathering was in full swing, relatives chatting and drinking together, laughter and conversation. They had finally gone through all the greetings, the same announcement over and over. It was tiring, but at least he had a small moment of peace right now.

His pretend girlfriend chuckled, winking cheekily.

“That’s what Rent-A-Girlfriend is, Jungkook. It’s just lying and hanging out with cute guys like yourself.”

When she said things like that, it made his chest tight and heart strain at the same time.

She leaned in and he inhaled sharply, unsure at the close proximity.

“Your mother seems to be waiting for something though,” she murmured, making him cast his eyes over to his parents, both of them watching him curiously, whispering amongst themselves. “I think it’s because I’ve shown you affection but you haven’t even tried to touch my hand yet.”

“O… Oh…”

“You don’t have to, though.” Her soft voice was heating his neck, sending shivers all over his skin underneath his layers of clothes. “You seem a little jumpy when it comes to physical touch. Do you want me to stop?”

He turned his head quickly. “N-No, it’s just–”

And then Jungkook froze, suddenly so close to her face that he could count her eyelashes, wispy and coated with mascara, light and airy, very different from when he first met her with her darker smoked eyeliner and red-stained lips, a look that had brought out the intensity of her features, but this one was soft and demure, matching the role she was playing.

A chameleon.

“Sorry,” she said, dipping her head and shyly backing up away from him. “I’ll stop laying it on so thick. It’ll seem suspicious.”

“No, sorry, I–”

And he didn’t know what, but he leaned in and placed a quick peck on her lips, careful not to mess up her pink lipstick.

been wishin' for you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

Her eyes widened and he drew away quickly.

“S-Sorry, I know that’s extra, I will–”

She placed a hand on his knee, gently patting it.

“We can talk about it later. Your mom is coming over to tell you to eat more food.”

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, been wishin' for you ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do, ooh

“Whew, that lasted a little longer than you thought, eh?”

“A-Ah, yeah… Sorry I took up all of your night.”

She shook her head, smiling. “No, no, don’t say that. It’s my job to escort you.” She waved a hand and bowed deeply, coming back up with a bright smile, a little mischief shining in those eyes, playful and impish. It made his cheeks heat and his heart stutter.

They were standing on his front doorstep of his apartment. She was about to leave in her car that she had parked at his place. They had gone to the family gathering in his car. She was still wearing her pretty hanbok. Dressed all cute and going home alone.

“Um…”

She was tucking the envelope of cash into her purse, closing it, listening to him.

“My grandparents… want to meet up next weekend. Maybe for a walk to the local market? If… If it’s okay, once more, let’s…?”

She pulled out her phone, tapping the screen. “Let me check my schedule… Ah, I can’t do Sunday, have a different appointment, but I can do Saturday morning. Is that okay?” Her eyes went back to him. “Same fee, of course.”

Jungkook stared into those eyes, sparkling and honest. His heart stung and he didn’t understand why because he had asked for this. Maybe it was the inconvenience. His grandparents wanted to go out Sunday, but he would have to ask them to change it simply to continue the appearance of having a girlfriend. He could just tell them that she couldn’t come.

“Uh, I’ll ask them to change the date and text you. Is that okay?”

She nodded. “Okay, I’ll keep the date open for you, but please let me know by mid-next week, alright, Jungkook?”

Why did he heart stutter every time she said his name?

It was almost painful, watching her walk away.

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, been wishin' for you ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do, ooh

You leaned back in your bath, satisfied with the day, thick wad of cash on your nightstand.

Today was fun.

You had spent the evening with a cute guy named Jeon Jungkook. Tall, dark-haired, handsome. Had an arm of tattoos, an eyebrow piercing, and a permanent deer-in-headlights look. You wondered a little why he was single – besides the visible tattoos, not usually a female parents’ favorite – but one evening was enough to tell you why. He was very awkward around you, the new person, and rather comfortable with those he was familiar with, his family. Of course, he had been on edge all night, trying to remember the details about you, but you worked through that easily, speaking over him a little when he was about to make a mistake, gentle caresses of his arm and back to silence him and let you do the talking.

It was little exhausting for you, actually.

You sometimes that about stopping this whole ‘Rent-a-Girlfriend’ thing, but, shit, graduate school was so damn expensive and you were barely paying rent and school as is. The introvert in you was fatigued, but the goal-oriented part of you pushed on stubbornly. Who was next Sunday? Oh, right, a date with a regular, Kim Namjoon. He didn’t believe in love, but he was writing about it as a sub-plot in his next novel, so he contacted you to go through the motions and plan the romance of the two characters.

At this point, it was a little more like a brainstorm session, but, whatever, he was fun to be around at least. Really clumsy and funny.

Your head tipped back and you continued steeping in the warm bath like a teabag.

You had a fifteen-page paper due in next week about opsins and the significance of light polarization detection for underwater navigation in crustaceans. The research books and scientific journals were scattered by your work desk beside your bed, all open with page markers bordering the significant articles. You didn’t have an outline yet. Eh, fuck the written outline. You could write it without one. You already knew what you wanted to say. You would have to be careful though, lest you get too disorganized with your ideas. Fuck. You should do an outline.

Damnnit.

Would Jungkook call for you next Saturday? Hopefully not. Well. You would be okay with it. He was rather harmless and cute. You just hoped it wouldn’t run too long.

You slid under the water and let your breath turn into bubbles.

say, say, say, hey, hey now baby you gon' make me hit you with that lay down, baby

“You look tired.”

“Ah, yeah, sorry, just turned in my research paper last night and I haven’t slept in two days, but I have concealer. Let me borrow your bathroom for a second and we can go.”

“R… Research paper?”

“Yeah, for grad school. Biological sciences. Do you have a cotton bud?”

“Uh, yeah, here.”

“Thanks, Jungkook, you’re a lifesaver.”

“I have micellar water too, if you need it.”

You turned, surprised, noticing the plethora of skincare. There were even a few makeup bits as well.

“Oh… I don’t wear that stuff often. Only if I look really tired, ahaha…”

He ruffled the back of his short black hair, looking casual and sexy in a loose white t-shirt and jeans. No rips in them, you noticed with faint amusement. Maybe it would annoy his grandparents. A light gray hoodie was sprawled on his couch, probably to wear when he went out.

“How often is that?”

He laughed. He had a cute laugh, deep and jovial. “Ah, more often than I like to admit.”

You chuckled, dabbing on the tiniest bit of concealer under your eyes. Very light and fresh for a cute double date with Jungkook’s grandparents. It was going to be fun. You just had to make it through a couple hours and then you could crash.

“Your dress is nice.”

“Yeah?” You played with the skirt a little, making the lemon and orange print dance on the light pink jersey fabric. “I thought it would be nice for the market. Generally, a grandparents-approved style with the modest neckline, of course,” you added with a wink.

Jungkook cast his eyes down at the knee-length hem, then back up, tilting his head.

“What would you wear if it was just us?”

You frowned at the question, looking up thoughtfully. “Um… hm… I actually usually wear darker clothes, but that’s not good for summer,” you chuckled. “I don’t actually go out to the markets much. I guess maybe a t-shirt dress and a tote bag with a cap and my black ankle boots?” You shook your head, waving a hand. “But that’s too casual, I think. Your grandparents would think I’m sloppy.”

Jungkook smiled. “It sounds cute though.”

You were about to say something but then you saw the look in his eyes, making you pause.

He gestured to his hoodie and casual wear, looking sheepish. “You look too nice. I guess I should change…”

You reached out, fingertips brushing his tattooed forearm. “Wait, no. You have to be yourself. I’m the one playing the role, remember?”

Now he paused, eyes shifting away from you, swallowing hard.

“Ah… yeah. You’re right.”

ooh, say, say, say, hey, hey now baby you know what I need, out the gate now baby

She was asleep as he drove home.

He felt bad, dragging her out for all those hours.

She smiled brightly and chatted with all his grandparents’ friends that owned the market stalls, buying pears and oranges and apples, trying all the samples offered, being personable and amicable to everyone. She ate lunch with them with enthusiasm, devouring the soybean paste stew deliciously and neatly, looking so pretty and picturesque that even he believed she was his girlfriend.

But she wasn’t.

She was just pretend.

He would catch her nodding off a little, but one simple touch of his arm around her shoulders and she would jolt awake.

“Sorry, sorry,” she would apologize, looking up at him ruefully.

“I can take you home,” he had said. “Don’t push yourself too hard.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek. “No, Jungkook, it’s all right. I want to spend time with you.”

Was it real or was it fake?

She had winked. “That kiss is free,” she had whispered. “Because it’s not on the lips.”

Of course, it was fake.

She let him place his hand on her waist and hold her hand throughout the morning and early afternoon, her thumb grazing his knuckles fondly, offering him her smile.

It was fake, but it was feeling really real now.

What was he doing?

“Hey, um…”

“Jungkook…? Ugh… So sleepy…”

“You should sleep a little. It wouldn’t be good to drive like this.”

“Mmm, okay, can I borrow your couch…? Mmm… zzz…”

It was feeling really real, cradling her limp body princess-style in his arms and her arms around his neck, leaning against his chest, soft breath against his racing heart, carefully making his way to the apartment one step at a time, the canvas bag of groceries hitting his thigh as he carried it in the crook of his elbow, struggling a little with the lock. She held onto him tighter, groggy and lethargic, moving her legs a little, and he was able to see past her skirt to insert the key and unlock the door, opening it with his foot, bringing her into his apartment.

It wasn’t real.

He placed her down on his couch and took off his gray hoodie, tucking it around her torso, standing there, suddenly unsure. Her head was tipped to the side, and Jungkook reached down to adjust the cushion, collecting her hair to one side so it wasn’t in her face. Her eyes closed, soft, even breaths, already slipped into dreamland.

It was fake.

Jungkook got on his knees and pressed his lips to her temple.

She mumbled, so quietly he barely heard it.

“The kiss… is free for you… Jungkook…”

tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not? i'll bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not? you gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not? been wishin' for you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, been wishin' for you ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do ooh

“Ugh…”

What was life? What were eyes? What was that delicious smell of meat?

You opened your eyes with effort, the heavy weight of REM sleep crushing you, simultaneously feeling like you had slept for thirty years and no time at all. It was like rising from the dead, except you weren’t a hot sparkly vampire. You squinted at the ceiling, realizing it was unfamiliar.

Uh… you don’t remember that light fixture.

That ceiling fan was kind of ugly, to be honest.

You sat up, confused at the smell of vanilla fabric softener, realizing there was a light grey hoodie around your torso keeping you warm. You recognized it. Jungkook’s. Oh, shit. You feel asleep! Hah… okay, maybe staying up for two days straight with four hours of sleep was a bad idea. Shit. You clicked your tongue, annoyed that you had intruded on his space.

You looked up, seeing the kitchen.

A broad back was facing you. White t-shirt with the strap of a black apron. Diligent poking at a frying pan, pulling back quickly as oil popped and splattered.

“Ah, ouch!”

You heard the pout in his voice, scowling at the pan as he turned the steak. So that was the smell. Oh, fuck, what time was it? You saw your purse on the wooden coffee table and fished for your phone, turning it on. 2115! Jeez! How could you sleep so late?

“Oh!”

“Ah!’

You jumped at Jungkook’s cry of surprise, him suddenly realizing you were awake.

“S-Sorry! I tried to wait, b-but I got hungry…”

“No, no, it’s my bad, I slept for so long, I’m so stupid, I’m so sorry, Jungkook, I should go, you don’t have to pay for this, don’t worry–”

You stood up abruptly, snatching your purse, cheeks heating, backing away from him and his domestic image of wearing an apron and holding a pair of tongs, lips parted and doe eyes wide, calling your name but you waved a hand, backing away, backing away, stumbling to your shoes, a pair of low pink heels.

“Um, your fruits–”

“You can have them, Jungkook, they’re all yours, s-sorry again!”

“Would you like dinner, are you hun–”

“No, no, again, sorry for invading your space, Jungkook!”

Bowing repeatedly, exiting swiftly, hurrying to your car, running away, running away, heart pounding, cheeks heated, this unfamiliar feeling surely from the uncomfortableness of being in a stranger’s home fast asleep, checking your belongings, everything there, but why wouldn’t it be?

You jammed your key into the ignition and drove home quickly, heart stuttering.

what lovers do hmm, na-na-na what lovers do hmm, na-na-na

It was just pretend.

Um, you left your envelope. Do you want to come back to get it? I’ll stay up so you can pick it up.

You groaned, head hitting your steering wheel, already in your parking spot, looking down at the text from Jeon Jungkook that you didn’t check until now. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You completely forgot about it in your fluster of sleeping on his fuckin’ sofa for literal hours.

I’ll pick it up some other time. Tomorrow?

The reply was instant. He had been waiting for your answer. Well, he was supposed to pay you. He was probably worried that you were coming after him for ripping you off.

I have a call time for work tomorrow… They suddenly wanted me to go early to Jeju Island for a shooting all week… I’m very sorry. I should have mentioned it right away.

You frowned. Shit.

Okay, let’s not worry about it for now. You should sleep if you have to travel tomorrow.

You sighed. It was your own fault. But it didn’t seem like he wanted to keep the money, so that was good at least. You decided to and another message.

Travel safely, Jungkook. Don’t get sick. Don’t forget you have to pay me the second you get back! I will be waiting for you!

You punched in a few happily grinning emojis with squinty eyes to get your point across… and make you seem less like a loan shark. It wasn’t intentional, but this was business. You hoped he would understand.

It was fake.

Okay. I’ll be looking for you when I return. :)

You stilled, staring at the message.

The unexpected image of his smiling face entered your head, an almost mischievous, bunny-like smile and his wrinkled nose, the little puffs under his eyes crinkling cutely.

It was fake, but it was feeling really real all of a sudden.

aren't we too grown for games? aren't we too grown to play around?

“Are you alright?”

You started, turning back to Kim Namjoon and his curious face, looking smart and educated with his round glasses and short haircut, clean and polished. He seemed very much like a writer he was, wearing a sand-colored light trench and graphic white t-shirt, the two brown colors in the art print matching with his coat and his chestnut wide-leg slacks and similarly-colored loafers, bringing out the tan of his skin.

“Oh. Yes, sorry. What you were saying?”

“What are you daydreaming about?”

You blinked at him.

“W… What?”

Namjoon tilted his head, sucking on his cheek a little. “I could have sworn… It seemed like you were thinking about something. Daydreaming.”

You looked down at your small matcha tea cake and green tea. The café was bustling with patrons, many of them with their laptops open like Namjoon, coffees beside their keyboards.

“A-Ah…”

Jungkook’s smiling face abruptly popped up in your head again.

You shook your head abruptly, brushing imaginary crumbs off your black t-shirt dress.

“It’s nothing.”

“Hmm…”

You looked up at Namjoon, clearing your throat. “What’s next for your two lovebirds, hm?”

He chuckled, skimming the document on his screen. “Well, they’ve discovered a major clue to the case they’re trying to solve, but there’s unexpected tension that they’re not quite comprehending.”

You tilted your head. “Tension of what?”

Namjoon scrunched his lips, pushing them from side to side, his deep dimples peeking out with the action. “That’s just it… I want it to feel as if they don’t really understand what they’re feeling for each other, but for the reader it needs to be obvious they have an attraction.”

“Sexual?”

“Mmm, sure? Fondness?”

You scratched your right eyebrow, thinking. “Have they been apart yet?”

Namjoon paused. “Well, no. They’re police partners…”

“But that doesn’t mean they’re always together, right? Perhaps they get two leads at once and they split to pursue each one separately and then they have moments when they want to turn to their partner and say something but realize they aren’t there and it’s, perhaps, a moment of incomprehensible loneliness and loss, but it’s not like they won’t see each other again because they have to for work purposes, but it’s still a weird feeling, no?”

Namjoon blinked at you. “Hah…” He rubbed his chin, brow furrowing.

“Ah… not good enough, huh…”

“No, no, actually…” Namjoon mused out loud. “That kind of irrationally makes sense.”

You chuckled. “I think the point of irrationality is that it doesn’t make sense.”

Namjoon looked sheepish. “Yeah, but this is love and irrationality is the only thing that makes sense in this case, right?” he pointed at you, winking. “Right, expert?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just because I have a ‘Rent-a-Girlfriend’ business doesn’t mean I know jack shit about love. I just know how to pretend.”

“But in order to pretend, you have to be knowledgeable about it in the first place. So where is your knowledge from? Media?” he questioned, readjusting his glasses as he spoke.

You frowned. “Uh… I guess…? I don’t really watch romantic dramas or anything though.”

“Hmm… Is it maybe your natural likableness?”

You laughed, cutting into your cake. “I don’t have any natural likableness, Namjoon.”

“On the contrary. I think you’re charming and charismatic.”

You snorted a little. “Stop joking around.”

Namjoon chuckled. “Maybe you’re so used to pretending that you can’t recognize the signs of real attraction anymore.”

You were halfway to raising the bite to your lips, pausing, the words striking a chord.

“What?”

He closed his laptop, knocking into his coffee.

“Oh, shit!”

Your hand shot out and grabbed the cup, preventing it from tipping, a splash of hot liquid hitting the back of your hand, but you winced and withstood it as Namjoon scrambled for napkin, repeatedly apologizing, the previous conversation suddenly deserted, cast aside into the mindless stream of consciousness.

young enough to chase

“I-Jungkook…!”

Your hand flew to your mouth, eyes growing wide at seeing his bare torso, startled at the toned muscle and glistening pecs, still damp with water, the black sweatpants slung low on his hips, clearly yanked on in a hurry.

“I’m so, so sorry, I know you said around eight in the evening, it slipped my mind, I just got back, there was so much traffic, I was in the shower, s-sorry–”

“Ah, wait, let’s close the door, aren’t you cold–?”

You tumbled into his apartment, hastily smacking the front door closed, tripping a little, hand flying out to balance yourself, the sleeve of your loose, long-sleeved black shirt flying back, werewolf-movie print fluttering at your swift action, skidding a bit on your black ankle boot, locking your knee, fingertips touching something wet and warm.

A stuttering heartbeat at your fingertips.

You jerked your head up, pulling your hand back quickly, away from Jungkook’s naked chest and his wide brown orbs, startled at your accidental touch.

“S-Sorry!”

but old enough to know better

The first touch.

It wasn’t, but it felt like it.

Like a real touch, not meant for appearances only.

Jungkook felt his breath catch in his throat, staring at the bare face and casual wear, clutching a sporty black waist bag around her shoulder with a cute tuxedo cat keychain that had a small orange tangerine on it, jingling musically as she righted herself.

It was fake.

She was just here for her payment.

“Jungkook, um…”

So… why did she have to be so pretty?

“I can wait for you.”

Her eyes shifted away, cheeks flushing, holding the strap of her bag tightly.

“Or I can j-just leave, you must be tired–”

“Um, have a seat,” he blurted, backing up, gesturing to the couch and his mess of travel items, grey hoodie over the back of the sofa and luggage torn open. “It’s, ah, messy, but… I’ll be only a second.”

“Oh, right… yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Was it just his imagination or did she seem to brighten and smile at his request?

It must be in his head. Right?

are we too grown for changin'?

You had removed your shoes and placed your waist bag on his coffee table. Sat and waited. You heard the blow drier turn on.

His light grey hoodie was beside you.

You leaned over slightly and sniffed. Even through the air travel, it still smelled like vanilla fabric softener and some kind of fresh, fruity cologne. Very clean and light. You sat back, disturbed at your sudden intrusion on his personal space. Why had you wanted to know? That was very peculiar of you to do something like that. You frowned.

You spied a black bucket hat on the coffee table, along with a packaged keychain of a whale.

Huh. A souvenir?

You wondered who it was for. It was very beautiful, delicately hand-painted in strokes of dark navy with a resin dome to give it an almost 3-D look. Maybe it was just for him. Did he like that sort of thing?

And why did you care?

You found it in your hand, turning it in the light to appreciate the shimmering effect of the paint.

“I thought you might like it.”

You jumped, nearly dropping the whale keychain.

Jungkook smiled, standing at the other side of the couch, wearing a navy t-shirt now, black hair fluffy and quickly dried.

“It’s for you.”

are we too grown to mess around?

“Ah… something this pretty? It seems expensive...”

It was all in his imagination that she was flustered. She was only his pretend girlfriend, after all.

Jungkook sat down, holding out the envelope of cash for the previous weekend.

“I bought it with you in mind. It doesn’t seem pretty enough for someone as pretty as you but, then again, nothing is.”

Oh, jeez, that was disgustingly cheesy. He almost smacked himself. How did that come out of him? Hah, she probably thought he was really weird now. Dumb. Don’t look at her. It was too embarrassing. His ears were surely turning red by now.

“Uh…”

She blinked at the envelope as if she completely forgot that it was what she came here for.

The whale keychain was held close to her chest.

“Did you really buy it for me?” she asked softly, anxiousness in her tone.

His eyes flickered up to hers and suddenly his chest was tight, so tight, heartbeat stuttering.

“Y… Yeah…”

ooh and I can't wait forever baby both of us should know better

You took the envelope from him.

That should have been it.

Right?

You stared into those big, dark brown eyes that gazed back at you, heartbeat stuttering.

Jungkook blinked at you slowly.

He only wanted a pretend girlfriend, right? He only needed you to stand next to him and laugh and smile and hold his hand and stand around with his relatives and spin tales of cute dates you have never been on. He just needed you to place your hand on his arm and ease his nervousness, ready to do the talking and the lying of precious moments that never happened, something you did all the time.

So.

Why did it feel like suffering?

His hand raised and gently touched your arm, light fingertips on your sleeve, shivers racing across your skin even under the layer of clothing. You watched his lips form your name, suddenly remembering his sudden kiss, that light peck at the family dinner, and your heart seemed to lurch in your chest, s-s-stuttering, imploring you to ask, kiss me again.

What?

Why?

“Jungkook.”

So breathless. What was going on? What is this?

He retreated his hand, realizing that he was touching you.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

Your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back, yanking on his arm and he tumbled into you, faces close, his eyes widening, counting his eyelashes, wispy and beautiful, framing those expressive doe eyes, his lips parting, pink and flush, a small mole winking at you from underneath his open mouth.

You leaned in and placed a quick peck on his lips.

been wishin' for you ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do, ooh

She was only his pretend girlfriend.

His eyes widened at the contact and she drew away quickly.

“Sorry, I… that…”

Even though she backed up, their faces were still close, as if she was unsure about retreating, torn between two thoughts, eyes darting around, the grip on his wrist tight, as if she didn’t want to let go but she was unsure, nervous, not confidently spinning lies right now, lost in the truth.

“Was that kiss free… for me?” he breathed, afraid of the answer.

Her eyes returned to him and his heart was pounding so hard that Jungkook could feel it in his ears.

“Y… Yeah…”

Why did it feel so really real, then?

She leaned in again, and this time he was already there, meeting those lips, a light kiss that was only play pretend, right, but it felt so real, stupidly real, her hand letting go of his wrist, sliding into his blow-dried hair, just play pretend, simply a learned action from millions of dates, right, trembling in that caress, shivers all over his skin under his clothes, so strange, so strange that it felt real even though it wasn’t, right, not real that his right hand raised and traced her jaw and she sighed into his mouth, soft and deep with desire, and surely it was all in his head, hopes and wishes, spending the week looking at the natural beauty of Jeju Island, taking scenic shots of B-roll and wishing he could show his pretend girlfriend, so, so pathetic, right?

Right?

Wasn’t it so pathetic that Jungkook had all these photos saved on his phone, almost sending them to her, almost, but stopping himself every time because they weren’t actually dating and all those dates she had talked about that his parents bought up were fake, all fake, none of those dates were real, just the family party and the outing with his grandparents and even then… she was his rent-a-girlfriend, the pretend lover, a stranger in his arms, only in the land of play pretend was she in love with him, and a very, very small part of him believed it was real, almost, truly, how stupid was that?

He thought about her all week, wanting to tell her all these things but that wasn’t what pretend girlfriends do.

That was what lovers do.

The kiss broke, slowly, lowered lashes and hazy eyes, counting each one that framed her gaze.

And they weren’t that.

“You’re very handsome, Jungkook,” she mumbled, thumb stroking the curve of his ear.

You look very handsome, darling.

He remembered her thumb on his knuckles, soothing him.

“Can I… kiss you again?” he whispered.

Jungkook was gambling, cards held tightly, hoping his hand was good enough. His fingertips lowered, following that line of neck to shoulder, electricity in his veins, hoping she could feel it too.

Her lips curved into a small smile.

“I’d like that, yeah.”

And her hand reached out, placing the envelope of money and the whale keychain on the coffee table, other hand suddenly on his other cheek, and the world of play pretend tumbled down, down, his lips on hers, her leg swinging over his lap and climbing on top of him, deep, hot kisses, something only lovers do, hands sliding down and his own on her waist, arms wrapping around his shoulders, holding onto him tightly, nipping at his lower lip and making him moan, prompting him to do the same so he could hear those sweet sounds from her lips too, sending shivers all over his skin under his clothes, and suddenly his clothes were too hot, just too hot.

I can make anyone think we’re in love.

He was starting to think, maybe, that such a statement included him too.

“Jungkook, ah… I…”

He blinked rapidly, jerked out of his thoughts. “W-What?”

She was breathing heavily, chuckling, sheepish, stroking the back of his neck.

“I just wanted to say…”

Her thighs squeezed his thighs and his grip on her waist tightened.

“I think about your smile a lot. It’s a very nice smile.” She looked to the side uneasily. “Is that weird?”

Heart stuttering.

“O… Oh.”

“It is a bit weird, huh, considering we’ve only met up twice and then I passed out on your couch like a homeless person–”

“I wish you stayed,” he blurted suddenly, cutting her off. She seemed taken back, eyes widening. “I… I wanted to make you dinner. For some reason. Is that weird? It is, right? Because we’ve only met up twice and you were only pretending to like me…”

She ticked her head, brows furrowing, thoughtful.

“I’m not pretending to like you.”

Jungkook abruptly forgot how to speak.

She looked back up at him, making firm eye contact.

“I think I actually like you, Jungkook.”

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh been wishin' for you ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do, ooh

Well.

That wasn’t intended, but it was out there now.

Ah, wasn’t something like this impossible? It didn’t make any sense. In some ways, it was your job to get close to people and portray a sense of intimacy. That was the whole point. The reason you were good at it was because you could read people well. You couldn’t develop emotional attachment anyway with two fake dates. And passing out on his couch. That didn’t even constitute as time together! No. That was just preposterous. Lunacy.

So.

Why were you in Jeon Jungkook’s lap right now?

“I think… I actually like you too.”

You abruptly forgot how to speak.

Your head whipped back to him, not realizing you had turned away in the first place, your arms around his neck against his navy t-shirt, thin layers of clothes between you and those broad shoulders, now confronted with brown deer-in-headlights eyes framed by fluffy black hair, glowing tan skin and parted pink lips, bare-faced and freshly from the shower, smelling faintly like some type of spa cleanser, his large hands on your waist and your thumb absentmindedly stroking the collar of his shirt, right at the base of his neck.

His skin was so soft.

“It’s a bit… warm,” you murmured quietly, leaning in again.

“Y… Yeah,” Jungkook breathed, fitting his lips over yours.

Very strange.

You thought he looked very nice the first time in his light denim jacket and loose grey shirt with light wash jeans. Hair a little messy, slightly over his silver eyebrow piercing. Pleasant, casual, easy to get along with. Maybe even better when he was dressed in that black and gold hanbok with his hair done, half-parted and one side swept back, carefully looking in the mirror before you interrupted to fix his tie and neaten it up, because you were his girlfriend after all and wouldn’t his girlfriend want her boyfriend to look his best in traditional wear? But you weren’t his girlfriend.

It felt like it though, kissing him like this.

Tilting your head, claiming his lips, gentle tongue curling around his, his tongue following suit, inhale and exhale mixing, fingertips slipping under the collar of his shirt and his fingers bunching in yours, lifting it up a little, revealing the black denim shorts underneath, slowly sinking into his lap and hard thighs against your soft ones, obvious even through his sweatpants, his hands pulling you a little closer, spreading your knees as they hit the bend of the sofa, kiss deepening, his moan at the tip of your tongue as it slid into his soft lips, your fingers sliding down his back, tracing his shoulder blades, gasping a little at the sudden hardness against the seam of your shorts, rolling your hips into it.

Jungkook sucked in a breath, taking yours away.

“Oh, um, sorry, it… your kiss…” he shuddered, gaze flitting about, letting go of your hips, hands poised in the air because, if he put them down, they would be on your naked thighs and it seemed like he was trying to avoid that. There was something sexy about his arms, one bare, one heavily tattooed, tigers and tiger lilies, eyes and song lyrics. Maybe one day you could ask him about them, point to each one and inquire about their various meanings and non-meanings, leaning against his chest.

Weird why you would think something like that.

Jungkook’s fingers twitched.

It was obvious he was itching to touch but he still felt that it was somehow impolite even though two seconds ago he had been sucking on your tongue.

“Is it bad?”

His brown orbs shot up to you.

You smiled. “My kiss. Is it bad?”

“N-No!’ Jungkook sputtered. “Not even close. I’m already hard and you didn’t even do anything but kiss me.”

You raised your eyebrows.

His cheeks flushed red. “Er…”

“I thought you never had a girlfriend,” you teased lightly, stroking his back.

His head tilted to the side and he looked away, embarrassed. “Yeah, because… I don’t really date… I guess you would call it getting drunk and messing around…”

“What a coincidence. I only fake date too.”

You rolled your hips into his crotch and Jungkook gasped, hands flying to your thighs, sinking his fingers into them, eyes wide and on you again.

“I have this kind of ‘Rent-a-Girlfriend’ thing going on, but I think someone is jeopardizing my business.”

He blinked rapidly, confused. “Who?”

You chuckled.

“You, Jungkook.”

been wishin' for love, ooh, ooh tryna do what lovers do

Jungkook was a connoisseur of messing around. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been kissed before.

Well.

He hadn’t been kissed like this.

Like he didn’t want it to stop and at the same time he needed more, but that was foolish, that was asking too much, she was just his pretend girlfriend, and he was jeopardizing her business, right, right, so, so fucking hot suddenly when she captured his lips in this moment, his hands pushing her thighs down on his thighs, rocking his hips into hers, low moan at the sensation, feeling the heat, her hands sliding down and he hastily yanked his shirt up, letting those exploring fingers touch his skin, fuck, okay, he had messed around but it was moments of needing something specific and this was something he didn’t know he needed and yet needed very badly and that didn’t make much sense but it was too late to wonder about it now, sparks over his skin at her light caress, not just her thumb over his knuckles but all her fingertips spreading out over his abs, heavy purr against his lips, dainty, light pecks that made him whine and want more, more, more.

Her name drifting out of his mouth, need and want and wishes.

“I kind of…” she panted, nails lightly nicking his skin, raising his shirt slightly. “Want to take it off… Is that weird?”

Shivers but she was already underneath his clothes.

His fingers slid up, bunching into the hem of her long-sleeved shirt. “Ah… no… I kind of… want to take yours off too…” His voice was deep somehow, winded.

They looked into each other’s eyes and then pulled up.

It was a tangled mess, soft laughter and minor confusion, clothes tossed aside in the pile of his half-unpacked laundry, his and hers, and then hands all over, body to body, skin to skin, hot kisses to smiles, him lifting his back off the couch so her touch could be felt everywhere, her black bra against his pecs, hips to hips, her reaching back and unhooking it, throwing it onto his suitcase, and he looked down, gasping, that lovely curve and perfect round nipples, hard and pressed to his pecs.

He raised his head, imploring, and she pushed his head down with a smirk.

His lips parted, grazing the curve of her throat as her body raised, tongue slipping out and tracing a line from her neck to collarbone by accident, hearing a sharp moan above him so he followed it, kissing down, down, the taste of her skin, soft and smooth, closer, closer, ooh, her nipple on his lips, scent overflowing his nose, indescribable, delicious, arousing, glancing up as he placed an experimental kiss, softness and hardness under his lips, so perfect, and she was staring down at him, breathless, fingers tangled in his hair.

“Oh, uh… if you don’t want–”

He closed his lips around it and moaned, swirling his tongue to taste it all.

“Jungkook, ah…”

This was something only lovers do.

Tongue and kisses, open and closed mouth, driven by her erotic sounds and the electricity from her fingers curling in his hair, her torso rolling into his face, teasing and sucking, her back arching in his hands, a graceful curve, thighs flush to his, his name falling from her lips, back up so he could push her back down onto his straining erection, a welcome weight and hot friction, taking her lips again, cold wet nipples rubbing against his heaving chest, shuddering, desire and need, her reaching down and unbuttoning her shorts, sliding back and he pushed them down, gasping as her panties were dragged with the tight fit, the scent and sight of sweet wetness, falling to the ground, the pause of sudden embarrassment and her shifting eyes, so he did the only thing he thought would help.

Jungkook gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked down.

Her eyes went wide.

“Y… You’re not wearing underwear…”

“O… Oh, yeah, I had to answer the door so I just yanked pants on…”

“Oh, right…”

“Can I…?”

Their fingertips knocked into each other and they both gasped, jerking up to stare into each other’s eyes.

In unison.

“S-Sorry…”

Hands lowering.

Why was this so nerve-wracking? Why was he acting like he never touched a woman before? Fuck, Jungkook, get a grip! Scooting forward and she stepped forward, closer, closer, hot breath mixing, light caress of fingertips to thigh, his and hers, curving inward, following the natural instinct, and then she darted forward and captured his lips, breaking the tension, kiss soaring through his nerves, hand wrapping around his length and his own cupping her wet heat, fuck, desperate moan at the feeling of those juices leaking through his fingers and the pleasure of another’s touch ghosting over his length, twitching in her palm.

“Touch me, Jungkook, just do it, please…”

He didn’t need much affirmation, but he did need a little and those words were enough, burning with emotion, stroking those velvet folds, drenching his fingers, moaning her name in her mouth.

“Please, touch me more,” he pleaded. “Please.”

Her hand closed around his cock and he slid two fingers into her hot tightness.

Gliding back onto his lap, her other hand cupping his jaw, pumping him in time with his thrusting fingers, slow and deliberate, but hot and heavy, his left hand on her thigh, squeezing it, so warm, so wet, so soft, so tight, he loved it, his chin being tipped up, drowning in kisses, mumbling against her lips.

“I love how you feel, fuck, your pussy is so nice, has to be the best one I’ve ever touched…”

“How sober were you for the other ones?” she teased, nipping at his lower lip.

He smirked a little. “That’s why I had to be a little drunk.”

“Ooh, so mean. A bad boy.”

It could have been hurtful, but it wasn’t, just light and teasing and fun.

“You have an attractive cock yourself. Most of the time they’re very ugly. Especially the balls.”

He laughed a little, raising his eyebrows. “Yeah? I guess I don’t have much experience in that area. I’ll have to resort to your expert opinion.”

There was a moment of annoyance in those eyes, a clear, oh I see you’re a bit of smartass, eh, but it disappeared and he found she was fixated on his expression, and his smile faltered a bit, confused.

“I think I’m in love with your smile.”

Jungkook felt it return to his face, grinning. “Yeah?”

Her eyes flickered back up to him, sparkling in playfulness. “Yeah, I think so.”

He was falling in love with her smile too. He knew he was.

Kisses again, deeper, faster, a little harder, bodies close, surrounded by fallen clothes, need and want and wishes granted, something about her hand, tight and constricting and so, so good, something about her heat, warm and pulsing and so, so wet, sweet moans and thumb stroking his cheek, I thought about your face all week, I think you drove me a little crazy, Jungkook, his hot gasp on her chin, getting close, breathing erratic, digging his nails into her thigh, I kept seeing all these beautiful sights on the island and thinking I want to take you there someday, I want to take pictures and film beautiful you in that beautiful scenery, that seems a little crazy too, doesn’t it, her hips rocking into his hand, so nice, strength behind it, need for release, and he realized he was doing it too, thrusting his hips up into her hand, getting there, closer, closer, gazing into those eyes and seeing himself reflected in those orbs.

“Goona cum,” he gasped.

“Me too, fuck, Jungkook!”

His heart didn’t stutter.

It soared.

He moaned her name, hips flinching, thick stream of cum spraying out and hitting his stomach and all over her fingers, choking as her walls clamped around her fingers and her hand grasped his head, caught in his hair, powerful pulses around his fingers and joints, liquid gushing down, thick sweet honey mixing with his strong masculine scent, rendering his shower a little useless but he could care less, gasping with every twitch against her palm, his orgasm and her orgasm on each other’s hands, something only lovers do, and strangely really real, so real, that he almost, almost, almost forgot she was his rent-a-girlfriend, his pretend lover, a stranger in his arms.

“Jungkook…”

He was panting very hard, lost in her eyes.

“At the risk of closing down my business.”

His chest felt tight, so tight.

“I would really like to be your all-the-time, real girlfriend.”

There could have been games, they could have played around, but they were too grown for that, young enough to chase, old enough to know better, and she did know better so she took the plunge into the water to see if it was cold, but he was already there in the warm waves, way before she was, and a smile broke out on his face.

“If that means I’m your all-the-time, real boyfriend.”

She grinned, laughing.

“Yeah, that’s how this works.”

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