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STARBOY EP 1 | The Hills ft Sunmi

length: 8.2k words.

Lee Sunmi & Male Reader.

genres: smut, oral, mistress, creampie, rough sex. ✧

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2 months have passed since you made the decision that would mean one of the biggest turning points in your life. You didn't feel good or bad about it, it was just the only option you had at the time; of course, you could go out on the street and start looking for job vacancies like crazy, but it wouldn't be the easiest thing, right?

Plus, what's better than getting paid to fuck?

The first weeks had been boring; nothing out of the ordinary had happened other than a couple of jobs with some shy pretty girls, but it still wasn't enough, since Heejin was in charge of making sure that you both didn't starve. But like everything made with love and dedication, it began to turn into a snowball that went down a mountain; after a month your jobs multiplied, and you had gone from having a client every two weeks to having 3 to 5 per week. Of course, this meant significant economic growth for you for the simple fact that the more reputation and good reviews you had, the more you could take for each job, and of course, a relief for your roommate, who was slowly descending into madness from all the bills she had to pay on her own.

Your growth was not only reflected in the economic aspect, but also in your status on the allegedly illegal platform of gigolos in which you were. Like any service platform, the reputation was based on a review system, stars and anonymous opinions of the clients, and to your surprise, by the time you were two months old, you were averaging almost five stars, which, according to Heejin, was a rare thing to see on that network. Honestly, you didn't expect such success, since you didn't exactly consider yourself an Adonis in bed, but apparently there was something about you that all your clients always liked without exception, of course you weren’t going to complain, it was a difficult opportunity to ignore, and you would make sure to squeeze it one hundred percent.

Everything was going uphill for you, you had bought a new television, a new phone, and many other luxuries that with your previous job would have been impossible for you to buy, you could even afford to give Heejin a lot of generous gifts that, of course, were rewarded with a good night of fucking.  You felt happy and comfortable, and you could tell that your partner was too, there was nothing more important to you than that.

It was exhausting, yes, but money was everything to you, besides, what work is not exhausting?

Your week had been pretty busy; you had 4 clients, and on top of that you had to accompany Heejin to do some errands in the city center almost every day until today, Saturday. You both arrived at the apartment around noon, and the first thing you did was throw yourself face down on the couch, with exhausted legs and your eyes heavy with sleep.

"God, you're so dramatic, we just went to the hairdresser," Heejin said, shaking her head as she walked straight into the kitchen.

"Yes, but to go to the hairdresser we had to walk all over the mall, and before we got there, walk for two blocks just because you couldn't find a store with nice clothes," you answered, to see her while she drank a glass of water, "Oh, and not only that, you made me get up at 7am!"

"You need to get up early and do some exercise, don't be a wimp," you wanted to throw a cushion at her, but deep down you knew she was right.

"Not all of us do 7 damn minutes of planking, some of us are mortal," you settled into the couch, lying on your back with your head resting on an armband.

"Did you say something?” Heejin frowned and tilted her head, “I only hear baby cries." 

"...Fuck you"

"Oh yeah, fuck me" suddenly, a smile and an excited expression formed on her face.

“No”

"Ah come on, don't be mad at me," Heejin came out of the kitchen and walked towards you, to straddle your abdomen, "I'm just kidding, you're not a wimp or a crybaby," she leaned into you and cupped your cheeks with her hands, spreading little kisses all over your face.

You were really trying to look upset, but having Heejin in care bear mode on top of you didn't help much; after a few seconds a smile formed on your face, and with it your whole performance was spoiled.

"There you go, I knew you couldn't resist my love," she said, with the most beautiful eye smile you had ever seen. You could feel your heart completely melting.

"God, I love you, did you know that?"

"Yeah I know. I love you too, wimp," you were about to complain, but you were silenced by the crash of your lips, this time sinking into a slow, loving kiss.

You could have been kissing for a long time, if it wasn't for your phone vibrating with a notification that you knew perfectly well, since you had set a tone exclusively for that. You broke the kiss, turned to the right and grabbed your phone from the coffee table to check it.

"What is it?" Heejin asked, now with her head resting on your chest.

You took a moment to open the app and see the notification; indeed, it was a new job, but…

"No fucking way..."

You froze for a few seconds, and your eyes were lost in nothingness trying to assimilate what you had just read.

"What? Hey!" Heejin shook you a few times to get you out of the trance. "Something bad happened?

"You... just read it," you put the phone in her hand, and Heejin sat on your abdomen to carefully read your client's information.

"HANNAM THE HILL?" she yelled, and then covered her mouth.

"Uhm... that's what it says," you still didn't quite know what to say, Hannam The Hill was the popular name of one of the richest and most luxurious neighborhoods in all of Seoul, where only big celebrities, high-ranking businessmen and maybe gangsters lived. And yes... your client was one of those three.

"You know how big this is, don't you?" Heejin pointed at your phone screen as she looked at you, still impressed, "She’s rich, if she likes you, she will recommend you among her contacts. You can become an escort for millionaire women!"

"What the fuck... I… I'm not ready for that."

"Oh come on! You have nothing to lose, besides, we would be talking about a lot of money."

"You don’t know that."

"Honey, women like her and me will give anything for a good cock, the difference is that I have one for free," Heejin winked at you, "But that's not the point, the point is, you have talent, and if you go with the right mindset, you'll have her in your pocket."

And there you were, again immersed in a choice that could change the course of your life, more difficult and screwed up than the previous one. There hadn't been such a problem last time, after all, they were girls of your same social status, so you felt comfortable and without pressure, but this situation was different; you never imagined having to go to one of the most luxurious neighborhoods in Seoul, to fuck a wealthy woman and take the "risk" of becoming her personal fucktoy. 

Of her, and if Heejin was right, of many more.

<> You asked yourself in your head, without expecting an answer from your subconscious. You were terrified of all the possible scenarios, but it was an opportunity that you couldn't pass up. You had to take a leap of faith. You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, letting out a sigh.

“Agh… fuck it, I’ll do it.”

"Yaaay!" Heejin celebrated with lively applause and a big smile on her face. 

"What if it's a setup to sell me into slavery to Indonesian smugglers?"

Heejin's smile immediately faded, just as her palms stopped in midair.

"I'm going to kick your ass."

"Sorry, I'm just nervous."

"Everything will be alright baby, be positive, okay?" Heejin leaned towards you and caressed your hair affectionately.

"Fine" you gave up with a sigh, giving the girl above you a little peck on the lips.

"By the way, when is the session supposed to be?"

"Uh..." You took your phone from her hand and opened the notification again to see the date, "Fuck, today at 8 pm. I have to get ready."

"Honey, you still have time. Let's just relax a bit," Heejin took the phone out of your hands and put it on the table next to the couch, then snuggled into your chest. You couldn't say no, so you just wrapped your arms around her and took a deep breath, a few minutes later, you both fell asleep.

6 hours later. 7:14PM.

It wasn't something you were proud of, but you were the kind of person who could be in the middle of an earthquake and still need a bucket of cold water to wake you up. This time, the bucket of water was Heejin's constant shaking on your chest.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," she repeated, on an admittedly annoying level as she nudged you.

Seconds later you regained consciousness, until you finally opened your eyes and saw the brown-haired girl with a frown.

"What?"

"You have one hour to get ready and get out of here, hurry up!" she called out, then got up and walked to the kitchen to get a package of sliced bread from one of the shelves.

"Fuck!"

You got up (rather, you fell to the floor) from the couch and ran to the hall, then to the bathroom to take off all your clothes and get into the shower. You weren't sure, but it had possibly been the quickest shower of your life, so much so that you didn't even get to wash your hair properly, so the shampoo and soap were more than enough for you.

When you left the bathroom you immediately entered your room and opened the closet, seriously thinking about how to dress; you couldn't go like a homeless, but you couldn't go too fancy either, in both cases you'd look ridiculous, so you just decided to go with a casual outfit: a white hoodie, black joggers and a pair of sneakers. You also thought about putting on perfume, but the variety you had in your hairdresser wasn't exactly too great; you chose the first one that crossed your hand and you applied enough so that the aroma doesn’t disappear so easily. Ready to go, you walked out to the kitchen to be greeted by the familiar scent of toast.

"Ah, just in time! Your dinner is ready," Heejin said, bringing a plate with two sandwiches to the table along with a glass of apple juice.

"Honey, I can't be late, I have to go fast!" You protested picking up your phone and putting it in your hoodie pocket.

"Oh no, don't even think about it!" she stopped you, as you walked towards the exit, "don't think I'm going to let you go fuck without having dinner, who knows when you'll be back!" her brow furrowed and her fists clenched, you knew it was best to take heed.

You sighed, and then nodded to go sit in front of your plate. The sandwiches were outrageously good, one of the few things Heejin cooked to perfection; ham, cheese, tomato and lettuce, just the way you liked them. You finished in no time, not much more than 5 minutes.

"Now I really have to go," you said as you got up from the table and wiped some breadcrumbs off your pants, "the sandwiches were delicious, thank you so much Hekkie, see ya later" you stood in front of her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, to then begin to walk to the exit.

"Wait!" She stopped you, grabbed your sleeve and turned you around to plant a sweet kiss on your lips, "good luck wimp," then she opened the door behind you, and pushed you out of the apartment. Now you were alone against the world.

Not having a car, the first thing you did was take out your phone to order a taxi, which arrived after about 6 or 7 minutes, by then you were already waiting for it in front of the gate of the building where you lived. You got into the backseat, and as soon as you gave the driver the direction, your way to the hills began.

Seoul at night was a beautiful city, alive, radiant and certainly intimidating, it was very easy to feel small in a place like that, and that's exactly how you felt, especially for the purpose of your trip. During the entire way you were staring into the streets, still trying to figure out if what you were experiencing was a lucid dream or if it was reality. You were completely disconnected from what was happening, you felt the music from the radio far away, buried under 5 floors while you navigated through your thoughts; you were so distracted that it took the driver more than three attempts to get your attention.

"Hey, sir, not to be nosy, but what exactly are you going to do in Hannam The Hill? It's not common to order a taxi to go to that place, normally all its residents go in luxury cars and don't need this kind of service”, the man said, with his eyes on the road.

"Oh, I'm just going to... hmmm, visit a... friend," you weren't so sure how convincing you sounded, but from the driver's face, it seems like not too much.

"Well, consider yourself lucky to have friends like that" he replied with a mischievous tone of voice, followed by a giggle.

You didn't say another word, you just let out a small sigh to sink into your seat.

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"Here we are, good evening sir," the driver said as he stopped on a street between residential complexes. 

"Thank you, have a good evening too," you said as you got out of the taxi, and seconds later, he was gone, leaving you alone in the nest of vipers.

And yes, you were the mouse, or at least that's how you felt with how intimidating that place looked to you. The change in lifestyle was very noticeable compared to the area where you lived, here all the people looked expensive, wore expensive outfits, went with expensive phones and had expensive cars; the architecture was nothing extravagant, rather, it looked simple, but the large windows of the residential buildings showed why it was such an exclusive area. The air that was breathed was also different, and it wasn’t only because of the height of the hill, but also because of the carefree aura of all the passers-by, they knew that they were rich people with a settled life, that they didn’t have to worry about shitty bosses or shitty salaries. You automatically felt like an intruder.

You were standing on the sidewalk of what you knew was the main street, with a slightly meandering shape that went between the buildings. In front of you was a five-story residential complex in the shape of a small semicircle, with balconies protruding one below the other in a system of levels, all being the same size, they reminded you of the stairs to go up to your apartment; you reckoned at least three more of those to the end of the street; they were the most attractive in the whole place, since the others were ordinary buildings, luxurious, yes, but seen from the sky they could be perfectly located in the center of Seoul.

You could have easily stood still for five more minutes, but the people passing by began to look at you with suspicion, you assumed that it wasn’t normal for an idiot to stay there for so long in a place like that. You took out your phone to look at the exact address of the apartment, you had no idea which of all the buildings it was, so you just started exploring.

Thank the gods, it hadn't been that difficult, you had the number of the building, so it was just a matter of walking for a while until you found the right one; time ended up taking you to one of the buildings on the right row, specifically one that faced the Han River and the beautiful bridges that passed over it, but as expected, you couldn't even get into the hall that easily, since there was a security guard at the gate, the old man wasn't intimidating at all, but it was still an obstacle.

"Excuse me sir, I'm going to the apartment…" you checked your phone for a second, "5, top floor."

The guard looked you up and down and then walked over to you, patting your waist and legs a few times to make sure you weren't carrying a weapon, then turned around, picking up the phone on the wall to dial a number that you assumed was the one from your client's apartment.

"Good night, Miss Lee, here is a man who says is coming to visit you... yes, what is your name, sir?" the guard asked as he looked at you.

"Uh… she knows me as Starboy, Star-boy," you separated the word into syllables, so the guard would repeat it through the phone correctly; you quickly felt embarrassed by the alias, as the man gave you a puzzled look.

"Sssu-taru-boy… Aha… understood, at your service," finally, the guard hung up and nodded for you to come in, "go ahead, sir, have a good night."

"Thank you," you said with a small bow to the man before moving into the hall. You walked straight to the elevator, and pressed the button that would take you to the apartment floor; when the doors opened again, you felt a chill run down your spine, which later evolved into goosebumps all over your body. The door was there, at the end of the wide corridor that seemed to grow longer and longer; you walked slowly, as if the person waiting for you behind that door was a demon straight outta Lucifer's legion (it probably was).

"Okay, focus, you can do this," you murmured to yourself as you stood in front of the beautiful mahogany door, shaking your shoulders to release your nerves, and then, after a few seconds of mental preparation, you pressed the bell.

Not even 5 seconds passed when the green light of the security system installed on the doorknob turned on. The door opened.

And there she was, possibly one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen.

The beauty and class that her aura transmitted was completely out of the ordinary, it captivated all your senses in the best possible way; dark brown hair that reached halfway down her torso, perfectly wavy, shiny, and manicured; a turtleneck dress with long sleeves fitted to her curvy body, whose incredibly sexy legs stood out for their length and how creamy they looked. And her face, for God's sake, you've never seen anything like it. Her eyes were sharp like those of a predator, with an outline that only highlighted how deep her gaze was; you felt intimidated, but from the way she looked you up and down, you soon felt turned on.

"Come in" the woman said in a harsh and commanding tone of voice as she stepped aside.

And that's what you did. You crossed the door frame, to later hear how it closed behind you.

The apartment was fascinating despite how "minimalist" it was, but what caught your immediate attention was the large window that ran from one end of the apartment to the other, giving a beautiful view of the river, the bridges and the city in the distance; unintentionally you went straight to the glass, stunned by the beauty that came from every corner of your eyes.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" her voice behind your left shoulder chilled you.

"Yes... everything looks so different from here... it must be amazing to see something like this every morning."

"Over time you get used to it and it stops being so impressive, but that doesn't stop it from being beautiful," she put a hand on your waist, pulling you a little closer to her, "come on, let's relax a bit."

The moment you turned around, Miss Lee separated from you and walked over to the long L-shaped sofa in the middle of the room.

"Have a seat, please," she said before leaving you alone to go to what you thought was the kitchen. You sat in the middle of the couch and leaned your back on the cushion behind you, which by the way, you felt was more expensive than your entire apartment by itself; in front of you, a coffee table and two single sofas with heart-shaped cushions. You looked up a little more, to admire the huge television fixed perfectly in the middle of a bookcase, which was adorned on both sides with a few portraits, small statues, and… sketches? You leaned forward to take a closer look, realizing that they were sketches of dresses, vests and blouses.

"Looks like you've already noticed my amazing designs," Miss Lee said as she came back with two crystal glasses in one hand, and an ice bucket with a bottle inside.

"Are you a fashion designer?" you asked, while she left the bucket and the glasses on the table.

"Do you think a simple designer can afford this apartment?" she sat next to you, her right elbow on the back of the sofa and her legs crossed one on top of the other. Her posture, her gaze and her tone of voice made you feel small and vulnerable, you knew she was scanning every detail of you.

“Well…”

"No, even though I do designs from time to time, it's not my job, in fact, I'm the one in charge of approving the designers' work."

"Then you are?..."

"Do you know Style Nanda?"

You weren’t a very passionate person about fashion, but you did a little tour of your memories, without going any further, you went to the morning of that same day, when you were in the center of Seoul with Heejin and you visited a mall. Yes, you had a vague memory of the great facade of the brand among all the others, it was pink, and it reminded you of the facade of some Tommy Hilfiger stores.

"Yes?" you finally said.

"CEO."

Well, that made sense.

"Oh wow... Well, you're definitely thirty steps above me."

"We're not here to prove my superiority, we're here for you to fuck me like no one has ever fucked me before," with that sentence, you felt a small tingle from your lower abdomen to your crotch, it was starting. But still, you didn't want to get nervous, you had to keep your composure. You looked into her eyes, holding her intense cat-like gaze for a few seconds.

"I'm sure I won't disappoint you."

"You better not," it was very subtle, but you could tell one of her eyebrows arched slightly, "but well, as much as I'd love to keep talking about myself, would you mind pouring the wine while you tell me why you're doing this?"

You obeyed the order and leaned forward to take the bottle already uncovered from the ice, it was white wine, and it had a name that you couldn't even pronounce out loud: <>, you had no idea what it meant, but from the presentation of the bottle, it also seemed more expensive than your entire apartment.

"Well, long story short, my boss was a fucking bitch and she only fired me because she didn't like me," you began, as you carefully poured the wine into both glasses, "I was a very good employee, and had a good working relationship with my colleagues, but I don't know, I was the only one in my department to be fired."

You put the bottle of wine back in the bucket, and took both glasses to hand one to her. Miss Lee kept her eyes on you, waiting for you to keep counting.

"Then I got home, and my roommate tried to find solutions for me while I hated my life, and I don't remember how we got to that, but, she told me about this platform and how I could get the most out of it thanks to my qualities. "

"Her? Do you live with a girl?"

"Hm? Ah, yes, since 2 years ago, we have become very close."

"Do you fuck her?"

You weren't shy about answering, but the question still took you by surprise.

"Uhm... yes, quite a lot, I'd say."

"I see… so, she recommended the platform to you because of the size of your cock?"

"Not only because of its size, I also know how to use it."

For the first time that night, you could see a very small hint of a smirk on her face.

"Alright then, how about we make a toast to you being here?" she raised her glass to you, and you did the same, causing both glasses to slightly touch 

You both took a sip of your wine, and you were surprised at how delicious it was, with a mix of flavors between pear, apple, lemon, and grapes. You weren't exactly a wine fan, you were more into drinking vodka, but you would definitely give it more chances from now on.

"Well…" Miss Lee put the glass down on the table and then carefully took yours from your hands to do the same, carefully removed her heels, and straddle your lap, her dress slipped up a bit, allowing you to see the black of her panties for a moment, "how about we get started?"

Miss Lee cupped your face with both hands and crashed her lips against yours, melting them in a kiss that from the first moment was slow but full of passion. You sank down a bit on the sofa, leaving her body slightly on top of yours.

"Don't be shy… touch me," she murmured in the middle of the kiss, which she then intensified with the addition of her tongue. You didn't need her to tell you twice; your hands went straight to her waist, pressing her body to yours and then raising her dress to her abdomen, you squeezed her butt hard, and noticed that she was only wearing a thong. With more freedom to move her legs, she gripped her thighs on either side of your body, and began rubbing her crotch against the growing bulge in your pants. 

The sensation of her ass between your fingers was incredible, her flesh was soft and spongy, perfect for squeezing and massaging; but as much as you wanted to grope her ass all night, you also wanted to get a feel of her tits; your hands slid between your bodies to her mounds, giving each one a gentle squeeze, and to your surprise, Miss Lee wasn’t wearing a bra, allowing you to fully feel the softness and size of her tits under your hands. She moaned against your lips and also slid a hand between your bodies, reaching for your erection and returning the favor with a few hard squeezes, then she broke away from the kiss and placed her hands on your shoulders.

"Mmm, such a good kisser, first point to evaluate approved," she said, licking her lips.

Great, now you are also being evaluated.

"Clothes off, now," she ordered before standing up, you obeyed the order immediately, taking off first your shoes, your hoodie, your pants, and lastly, the boxer that enclosed your hard cock, which immediately attracted Miss Lee’s gaze, "Oh my god, it's bigger than the pictures… lay down there, please," she pointed to the longest and widest part of the couch. 

You went where she pointed and laid down, supporting yourself only on your elbows as you watched her unzip her dress and slide it off her body, now fully exposed to you. She was the perfect definition of a fleshy, smooth and curvaceous body, starting from her beautiful tits, which had you drooling just looking at them as she got closer to you.

She walked up to stand in front of your feet and turned around, to slowly slide her thong off her ass and down her legs, giving you your first glimpse of her plump wet pussy, and sure enough, your cock throbbed at the thought that soon you were going to be wrapped by that meat.

Before getting on the couch with you, Miss Lee pressed several switches on the wall until only the lights above you were on, while the rest of the room was dark, giving the encounter a more sexy and intimate touch.

"You better know how to eat pussy… if I'm happy with your work, you'll be rewarded immediately," Miss Lee crawled over you until her tummy was on your face, then turned around, and settled her body so that her pussy was floating inches from your mouth. Little by little she lowered her hips, until finally your face was buried between her soft buttocks, and when you felt her pussy on your lips, you began to use your tongue delicately as a prelude to what was to come; you moved along her slit, making long licks complemented by sensual kisses on her folds; her moans soon became present, they were very subtle, but the deep silence in the room allowed you to hear them easily.

"Mmmm," she moaned against her pursed lips, then rested her hands on your thighs and twisted her hips slightly; with the indication that you were on the right track, you brought your hands to her waist to apply pressure with your fingers, while your tongue varied in strokes and speeds; you were going faster now, and as her sweet nectar seeped from her pussy, your thirst to please her seemed more and more fueled.

It took a little while, but within seconds Miss Lee was grinding her hips against your face, slow at first, but as you increased the pace of your licking at her clit so did her desperation for more pleasure. Her moans were no longer controlled and discreet, now the whole room was full of her beautiful sounds of joy; her nails dug into either side of your hip before she dropped against your body, her tits pressed against your lower abdomen, and you felt her take your hard cock with one hand and shove it into her mouth without any warning.

The sudden feeling of warmth around your cock made you moan, but that didn't stop you. You knew that was the reward for doing a good job, so you doubled your efforts, squeezing her buttocks and eating her pussy like a hungry animal. She moaned around your shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, giving you a perfect messy blowjob that wouldn't last much longer.

"Oh shit, oh shit, that's it, just like that!" she moaned loudly as she pulled your cock out of her mouth, straightening up so she could grind her ass against your face; you were smothering between her buttocks and against her pussy, but you didn't give a damn, you kept licking frantically while Miss Lee used your hair as a prop to move harder.

Not many seconds passed when her moans grew louder, you gave one last effort, reaching for her tits with both hands and giving each one a strong squeeze, igniting the spark that would trigger her orgasm. Her thighs pressed against each side of your face with such force that you felt your skull would explode; she fell forward, gripping to your hips as spasms controlled her. Her juices spilled all over your face, but you scooped up as much as you could with your tongue until her body relaxed, as did the pressure of her thighs against your head.

Regaining her composure, Miss Lee pushed her ass out of your face and turned around again, to straddle your abdomen and lean forward, cupping your chin between her thumb and forefinger.

"Congratulations… you're the first to pass this point, no one has ever eaten my pussy so good," she said quietly, still catching her breath, "you did so well, that you earned the privilege of cumming on my tits."

She placed a kiss on your lips, before sliding down your body and positioning herself between your legs. Your cock throbbed right in front of her face, which made her smirk.

"You have an amazing cock… it feels really, really good in my mouth," she said, as she placed wet kisses on your balls, working her way up to your tip, "that's another approved point for you, by the way."

Miss Lee took your cock in one hand and gazed into your eyes as she twirled her tongue around your head, before giving it a couple of kisses and bringing half of your shaft into her mouth. A long moan of satisfaction left your mouth at the now familiar feeling of warmth around your cock; Miss Lee started pumping her head slowly, as if she wanted to make sure you felt the softness of her lips and tongue as much as possible; you propped yourself up on your elbows to get a more comfortable look, while she gave you the most sensual blowjob you had received in your life.

At first she didn't take more than half of your shaft inside her mouth, but as the seconds went by she almost reached the base of your cock, leaving it all covered with a thick layer of saliva; she didn't increase the pace at any time, on the contrary, she took you out of her mouth only to now concentrate on your balls, sucking one of them and slowly jerking you off with her hand.

You were in goddamn heaven as she worked on your balls and your cock at the same time, she was very experienced at it as she applied the perfect suction force to make it enjoyable but not painful at all. Once your balls were also covered in saliva, her mouth returned to your cock immediately; her head pumps became slightly faster, with the intention of taking you to the final stretch; she took your full length this time, not even showing any gag reflex.

"Let me know when you're going to cum, okay? You haven't earned the privilege of cumming in my mouth yet," she said after a short pause, and you just nodded. When she returned to your cock she added her hand to the equation, making a corkscrew motion that sent you into ecstasy before a minute had even passed.

"I-I-I'm cumming!" you managed to say, and Miss Lee pulled you out of her mouth to bring her boobs up to your crotch and point your tip at them as she jerked you off quickly, making you explode immediately. You squirmed on the couch while thick strips of cum shot out of your cock, landing against the perfect tits of the beautiful woman in front of you, you closed your eyes while you cummed, and when you opened them, you admired her mounds completely painted with your thick load, from which several drops fell to the sofa below you.

"My god… you came a lot, I hope those balls aren't empty yet," she gave you a small kiss on the tip, before getting up from the couch and disappearing from your sight. You stood alone, still taking in the immense amount of pleasure you just received.

Miss Lee came back after a few minutes, completely clean and recomposed unlike you, who was still sticky because of the layer of sweat on your body. She climbed onto the couch, then straddled your lap, causing her pussy to press against your flaccid cock.

"Enough rest, baby, it's time for the main attraction," Miss Lee rested her hands on your abdomen and began grinding her hips back and forth, making your cock completely hard again after a few seconds; then she leaned forward and cupped your shaft with one hand, rubbing your tip against her folds several times, finally lowering her hips and impaling herself inch by inch on your manhood.

You pursed your lips, stifling a slight moan of satisfaction as you felt your cock embraced by her soft folds, her pussy wasn't as tight as Heejin's, but it felt warm and wet, so fucking wet. Your hands went to her waist right away, pulling her down to be completely buried inside her, causing Miss Lee to let out a cute moan as she closed her eyes.

"God, it feels so fucking big and perfect inside me," she gasped, getting used to your length, only to start moving her hips up and down after a few seconds.

She moved slowly at first, at a deep and passionate rhythm that served her to enjoy how you filled her completely; her hands were now resting on your shoulders, and yours went to her tits, which screamed to be massaged, and so you did, you took each one in one hand and gave it a strong squeeze, to then play with both nipples between your fingers.

Your massage on her tits only encouraged her to seek more and more pleasure, she put her back straight, placed her hands on your abdomen and began to jump quickly on your cock; her boobs began to bounce freely, but this time you didn't bring your hands to them, you simply enjoyed the hypnotic image, letting her use you for her own pleasure.

Her moans intensified in a matter of seconds, as did the sounds of her ass slamming against your pelvis; but not content with it, she paused for a moment to plant her feet on the couch, grab onto each side of your abdomen, and start tearing your pelvis apart with each thrust of her ass. You groaned out loud, feeling the inside of her pussy squeeze even tighter around your cock, in probably one of the best rides you've ever had.

"Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god! Your cock feels so good, sooooo fucking good!" she yelled as she closed her eyes and let out uncontrolled moans..

At this point, what you were doing could easily be mistaken for a round of applause after the end of a sports game; you felt that she was sinking you into the sofa by the force with she slammed her hips against you, so much so that it even became painful at one point, so you decided to take control. You held her by the knees and made her return to her starting position, but this time you wrapped your arms around her and made her stick her chest to yours, her face was centimeters from yours, so you took advantage of the moment to start a torrid kiss with her, as you planted your feet on the sofa and began to pump up and down with the same fast and aggressive rhythm.

She moaned against your mouth, nearly screaming if you hadn't added your tongue to the game, making them both squirm with each other. Your hands went to her ass again, squeezing each cheek and giving the right one a hard spank; Miss Lee instantly cried out and broke away from the kiss, burying her face right next to yours; now you felt her beautiful moans right in your ear, which filled you with energy to pound her pussy even harder.

"Fu-fu-ck me fr-om b-behind... now," she managed to say in your ear, between frantic moans.

You quickly pushed her off of you, she settled herself on the sofa, her chest flat against it and her ass perched at the perfect height waiting for you; you positioned yourself behind her, and without a second thought you slid back inside her. Miss Lee moaned loudly as she felt the full thickness of your cock filling her pussy; with no time to waste you dedicated yourself to pound her pussy hard, firmly grabbing at her waist and making her ass jiggle with every thrust.

"Fffffuuuck! Fuck! Fuck! Pull my hair! I'm too fucking close, pull my fucking hair!"  your hostess ordered between noisy moans, and you weren’t the one to disobey one of her orders, so you slightly leaned forward and took a big handful of her hair with your right hand, to strongly pull it back and make her look up.

That was the turning point. Miss Lee's pussy clenched around your cock, a sign that her hair being pulled, in combination with your thrusts, was pushing her to the limit. Not even a minute passed when her body collapsed, her muscles contracted violently, as did her pussy, and her moans stopped as her mouth remained open in an "O" shape; her orgasm was attacking her relentlessly, she lost the support of her hands, so her face crashed sideways against the sofa as the spasms faded away. Your thrusts became slow and deep, fucking her through her orgasm until finally her muscles relaxed.

"Cum inside me, fuck me hard and fill my pussy, boy," she ordered in a tired voice, looking over her shoulder at you.

"But... are you sure, miss?" you knew it was an order you couldn't disobey, but you still hesitated.

"I'm safe, nothing will happen, now do it!" Despite being so exhausted, Miss Lee managed to sound intimidating.

Well, you no longer had an excuse. You had all the lights green, but you wanted to do something first. You pulled your cock out of her and gently rolled her onto her back, Miss Lee gave you a puzzled look, but when you grabbed her legs, put them over your shoulders and leaned forward to get back inside her, her face changed back to one of pure pleasure.

You put your hands on the couch on either side of her body, and began fucking her for the second time that night, but this time for your own pleasure. You didn't start slow, there was no need to, as you were so close to the edge that you were desperate to cum inside her. 

You thrusted into her like an uncontrolled animal, making sure your entire cock was buried deep in her pussy with every move you made; apparently in that position you hit her g-spot, as Miss Lee's face was so transfixed with pleasure that she couldn't even produce moans.

Not even a minute passed when Miss Lee cummed for the third time that night, but that didn't stop you from continuing to fuck her; you leaned against her thighs with the full weight of your body, and thanks to the sensation of her pussy almost suffocating your cock, you exploded inside her. You may have felt a bit embarrassed afterwards, but the number of loud moans you let out at that moment was a record for you; you shot your entire load into her pussy, spurts and spurts that seemed never ending; the voice returned to Miss Lee’s throat, who let out sensual moans as she felt your thick cum inside her. 

You gave a few more thrusts inside her, until you slowly came out of her pussy, which spilled the biggest amount of cum you've ever discharged onto the couch. You felt like you were going to pass out, if your life was a cartoon, you would definitely be seeing little birds spinning around your head at that moment. 

Without even thinking about it you collapsed on your side next to Miss Lee, your face only inches from hers. Your eyes were weak, but you were able to see how she scooped up some of your cum with her fingers and brought it to her mouth, without saying a single word before or after. 

10  minutes passed, until you both finally regained some energy.

"You're going to delete your profile, now you're ours," she whispered for you to hear, then sat down and arranged her hair in a bun.

"What? Ours?" you immediately sat down next to her.

"As you heard," she turned to look at you, "the reason I'm so picky about this is because I'm not the only one you'll have to satisfy."

"Wait what? What the fuck?! I never agreed on that!" you got up from her couch and stood in front of her, clearly upset.

"$30,000 per session, that will be the base price," she stated, and you hesitated a second at that figure.

"T-this is fucking wrong, you tricked me!" you were still upset, but you weren't sure how convincing you looked anymore.

"Are you going to refuse to fuck rich women who are going to pay you large amounts of money?"

Put that way, it seemed like a lucid dream, one of the best you could ever have, but still, you hated being lied to.

"I… agh, shit! No! I'm not going to reject that offer," you clenched your fists and turned your back on her, taking a few steps forward and looking at the boats that were sailing down the river, but soon you felt her presence on your back, seeing the landscape just over your shoulder, you could feel her breath on it.

"I understand that you're upset, but there was no other way," a long silence formed after that sentence, "... my name is Sunmi, Lee Sunmi."

"I thought you would never say it."

"Not everyone deserves to know my name, you had to earn it, and you certainly did," Sunmi hugged your back, her boobs pressing against you.

"Great, now what?" your sight now wandered between the buildings on the other side of the river.

"Now you will move into this residential complex."

"WHAT?!" you separated from her, your eyes wide open as you scrutinized her completely calm face, as if you wanted to find out if she was serious.

"Yes, you will be moving to this same building, the apartment below us has been vacant for months," she replied matter-of-factly.

Damn, she was serious.

"I don't even have money to pay for your door!" you complained

"I will pay your rent every month, but in return, I will not pay you for any sessions, and I can have you as many times as I want."

"But..."

"Ugh," she rolled her eyes, annoyed, "you can move in with that little whore you live with if you want, as long as she doesn't interfere in our business."

"Okay, thanks, I promise she won't," you sighed in relief, walking several times in the same direction and back.

"Good."

"Are you sure it's not too much for me?" you stopped to look at her.

"If you're going to work for us, you need to be as close to us as possible."

"Oh right, I almost forgot that detail," you nodded, then snorted.

"Get dressed and go please, I have important things to do now," she ordered, and then she went to the bathroom.

"Yes, Miss Sunmi," you sighed.

You went to the center of the room and dressed quickly, then waited for Sunmi at the door. She appeared a few minutes later, wrapped in a scarlet bathrobe.

"I want you here tomorrow at 10:00 AM, don't you even dare be late," she stood in front of you and looked into your eyes.

"Understood, and… uhm, thank you," you gave her a small bow.

"God, you cum on my tits and in my pussy, we can skip the formalities," she cupped your face in her hands and planted a deep kiss on your lips, "now go."

Sunmi opened the door, and you walked out of the apartment with flushed cheeks.

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The way back to your house was even worse than the way out. Heejin was right all the time in her hypothesis, when she told you you took it a bit as a joke, you didn't give it much importance, but now she made you look like a clown. God, what the hell have you gotten yourself into? Your life was about to change completely, just because a rich woman liked your cock; it seemed like something you should be very happy and excited about, after all, you were going to be paid amounts of money you never thought to see in your own pockets, but that didn't make it any less terrifying.

When you got to your apartment you rang the doorbell, and Heejin opened it within seconds, her hair was up in a messy bun, and she was wearing her glasses, sheer shorts, and a tank top with nothing underneath. She was probably drawing.

"Hi honey! How was it?"

"Well... we're moving out of here."

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Spren Notes:

Well, it's been a while, hasn't it? Hehe. Well, I don't really have much to say, first, I'm a lazy mf, and second, I've been busy for a whole month with my moving out of FL and all that adult shit. Anyways, the reality is that many times I was lazy to write, I'm sorry for that lol.

Finally, the first part of this series! I plan to write a total of ten chapters, but depending on how much support this gets I can expand it to more ;). I hope you enjoyed it!

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long overdue. bold has smut, works marked with <3 are my personal favorites, normal italics are sfw. everything is under the cut! if you’d like to binge read my works, most, if not all fics, are tagged with “star writes” :) 

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he’s not you but i’m not complaining — im changkyun/i.m

a/n: i really liked the first half of this but tbh i wasn’t really vibing with the riding scene so i just ended it. hope you still enjoy it!! this is also vaguely inspired by the song take me to safety by ellise!

word count: 1.2k

content: light sub/dom themes, afab!reader but they/them is used at the end, oral(reader receives), ridingle dick, the reader has a vaguely described lover that isn’t changkyun, this can be taken as cheating but it’s also extremely vague

summary: he knows deep down what’s happening. he knows you have a lover. he knows that you don’t crave him, you crave them. he knows he’s just the stand in for the feelings you have for them, but for right now, you’re his, and he’s yours.

his eyes are dark but soft as they gaze at you, fluttering closed as your hands wander his torso. his shirt was in some unknown corner of the room, hurriedly thrown off the moment you told him to discard it.

but they’re not here right now, you have him now. he’s a million times more docile and giving, and he’ll actually kiss you back. your thoughts may be clouded with them, an obsession filling your mind, but he’s in your arms right now, and he’s not going anywhere.

“changkyun,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his neck, leaving a trace of lip gloss that’s just so pretty to look at.

“you- won’t you call me baby? sweetheart? why just my name?” he asks, probably not even realizing he’s pouting. he’s cute.

he’s so cute and that’s the problem. he’s adorable and attractive and every second he’s in your vicinity is another second he has to make you fall for him.

“you’re not my lover,” you say.

“i am for right now,” he smiles, almost somberly, “whether or not it’s my name you’ll call in the morning, address me sweetly now, please.”

it’s almost easy to give in to his demands, cupping his cheek with one hand as you hold him close, “alright, baby,” and he hums approvingly.

“can i make you feel good?” he asks, knowing when you blink, you’ll see them, you’ll imagine it was them pleasing you, but it’s not like that matters right now. they’re not here, and he has you right now; that’s all he cares about.

you lead him to the bed, and your clothes disappear in seconds, recklessly abandoning them knowing you’ll find them in the weirdest places tomorrow. he rests his head against your thigh peacefully, kissing the skin of your inner thigh sweetly. he’s teasing you, sure, but it’s kind and soft and it’s almost docile how tentative he looks.

“sweetie,” you murmur warningly, and it takes nothing more to get him to stop teasing and get on with it. he eats you out with a certain kind of vigor that feels unreal. thoughts of your lover are heavy but they start to dissipate slowly when you see his dark hair, running your fingers through it as he pleases you.

it’s easy to think about how they’d rest their head in your lap, kiss your hip bone, look up at you with those eyes that you just can’t forget. they’d call your name so desperately and following them anywhere was just instinctual.

but it’s just as easy to think about how changkyun has a desperation of his own to enjoy you while he has you with him. it creates a certain feeling in your stomach that’s hard not to love.

“oh, baby-” you start to say, but he pulls away just enough to speak.

“i’m sorry,” he groans, “i’m sorry, i take it back. please say my name.”

“changkyun,” you whisper, “you’re making me feel so- so good.”

“forget about them for just a moment. they don’t matter right now, okay? it’s just you and me, just us two,” all the seconds he spends talking are seconds he’s not spending with his head between your legs, “when you cum, can you think of me? can you think of how good i made you feel?”

and before you could tell him to stop talking, he’s already back to it, and all the feelings come rushing back. he continues at it relentlessly, like a starved man who can’t get enough of you. he even moans himself as he eats you out, so turn on from pleasing you. he’s so aroused he’s becoming uncomfortable, but he genuinely can’t care about that at this moment. all that matters is you’re gasping and breathing so heavy and he knows it’s coming. his jaw becomes tired, but that’s not a problem he has the luxury of time to worry about.

and then it happens. he can tell from the way you move a bit uncontrolled and the way you hold his head so tightly against you, practically grinding against his face. he wishes he could see your face, try to imprint it in his mind so when you run back to them, he would still remember what it was like when you were his for just a night.

the second you let him go to catch your breath is the moment he stops to take everything in. you’re just so perfect to him that he can’t fathom this night ever ending. he doesn’t want to fall asleep and wake up with you not here.

“i’ll return the favor, just give me a second,” you mumble breathlessly, “that was incredible.”

the next thing he knows (he spent a lot of time just watching you, so he's a little out of it), he's under you with you straddling his hips.

“hi,” he breathes nervously at the new position, and you smirk at how off guard he looks.

“hi,” you respond, resting your hands on his chest partly for balance and also so that you can hold him down, “it’d be unfair to not help you out when you’re all hot and bothered, wouldn’t it?”

“a little bit, yeah,” he says. his bluntness is almost humorous.

“then let me take care of that.”

the last of his clothing comes off quickly as you touch him softly just to tease him. he shifts desperate, finally showing how needy you truly have him. it all happens in a blur, a long blur because all the time you spent teasing felt like hours, but a blur indeed.

“don’t think about them,” he whispers as you finally settle on him, waiting for just a second to adjust before making any movements, “think about me. i may not be them, but when you kiss me i kiss you back and i may not know you the way they do, but they’re not here. i’m here and i-”

“you’re talking too much,” you murmur, starting to move to try and get him to shut up a little bit. it works. he closes his eyes and takes it all in. he moans lowly, breathing heavily as you take him away, moving even quickly just to get reactions out of him. he’s already so worked up that it takes virtually no effort to get him close. but the closer he gets is the closer you are to leaving. he can’t help but want you and he just can’t have you for more than now and it makes him ache.

even as he cries out that he’s cumming, it’s not as satisfying as he wants it to be. and it’s because he was right. in the morning, he wakes up alone in his bed. it feels too big by himself, and he’s swallowed up by the sheets as he calls out for the one that stole his heart, and he cries wishing he had theirs in return.

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baekhyun rejecting you and not realizing how much you actually meant to him until he sees you with someone else — cue pouty byun — he’s upset bc he’s supposed to be your baby boy, not jongin. he proceeds to conduct a plan of some sort to try and seduce you. can it include degradation, spanking, and pegging? also anything else you see fit, thank you !

Sorry for the long wait. I also made this way too long so I'm gonna split this into two parts, I love Baekhyun a lot so I got a little bit carried away 😅. This first part doesn't really have any smut (unless you count the making out at the end) but it was already pretty long so that'll have to wait for part two. Hope you like it anyways 😊. (part 2)

(Y/F/S) - Your Favorite Show (or it could be a movie if you want)

Pairings: Sub!College Fuckboy!Baekhyun/Fem!Dom!Reader , Sub!FWB!Jongin/Reader

Love?

The sunlight blinded you as you awoke, turning to bury yourself in Baekhyun's chest but grunted in disappointment as you felt an empty space where he was supposed to be. You reluctantly stood up, shuffling out of the bedroom as you heard the t.v playing something in the living room. You turned the corner, happy to see Baekhyun giggling while watching a random episode of Knowing Brothers. 

     "Good morning." Baekhyun greeted once he saw you standing in the doorway. You lazily smiled and waved at him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion once you had realized how awkward he had suddenly become. 

     "You okay?" You asked as you sat down next to him. He let out a small sigh and turned to look at you with a serious expression. Oh god, had you done something wrong? You were trying to think of everything that had happened last night to see if you had done anything he was uncomfortable with, but nothing out of the ordinary had popped up.

     "I-I need to talk to you about something you said a few nights ago." He suddenly looked nervous, eyes darting around the room so he wouldn't have to look at you. You tilted your head, trying to think of what you could have possibly said to make the usually confident and bratty boy in front of you so nervous. "Originally I was thinking of just dismissing it, but I don't think it would be good for either of us if we keep doing this."

     "Doing what?" He finally looked in your eyes, his hands gesturing to both of you.

     "This! The sex, we shouldn't do it anymore." You felt your heart crack. You should have known that this was going to happen, that he would break it off. When you had first started fucking Baekhyun it was just that- sex with no emotions involved. He was the biggest fuckboy on campus whom you had met through your mutual friend Jongin. But as you kept hooking up, he would stay over most of the time and you would just talk to each other. Before you could stop it, you found yourself falling for the rambunctious boy. Jongin had told you multiple times to break it off because you would just hurt yourself in the end, but every time you tried, Baekhyun would somehow convince you to stay. So it was odd that he was stopping your hook-ups now, when as far as you know you didn't do anything.

     "What, why? Did I do something you weren't comfortable with? I told you that you could always let me know if I'm hurting you or doing anything you don't like." He let out a sigh and looked to the ceiling. 

     "No, it's not that." You grabbed his hands, making him look at you.

     "Then what did I do?" He looked away from you, an almost uncomfortable look on his face.

     "A few nights ago, at one of Chanyeol's parties, you had gotten really drunk so Jongin told me that I should take you home. Once I put you to bed and was about to leave, you grabbed my arm and started mumbling about something and you, uh- Y-you said…" he paused for a second to clear his throat. "Y-you said that you l-loved me and I-" After his statement you started to block out his words, your eyes widening as your hands fell limply to your sides. How stupid were you? Granted, you were drunk out of your mind, but still. You really should have taken Jongin's advice and left before you embarrassed yourself like this. By the time you had come back to your senses, you noticed that Baekhyun had left, leaving you alone in your room. 

     You sat there quietly for a few moments, letting the reality of what was happening sink in as the episode Baekhyun was watching continued to play in the background. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on the door. You were somewhat hesitant to stand up until you heard a familiar voice.

     "(Y/N)? Baekhyun came home and told me what happened. I brought food and ice cream if you want any." A soft smile spread across your face as you stood up, the sound of Jongin's voice comforting you slightly as you shuffled to the door. A smile lit up his face as soon as he saw you, his smile making you give him a smaller one in return. He walked inside, hurriedly placing the food on the table so he could wrap his arms around you. A quiet sigh escaped you as you pulled him closer, hugging him around his waist. 

     "Go ahead, you told me so, I know you wanna say it." He pulled back from the hug to hold your face in his hands with a smaller smile.

     "I'll say it later, I'd feel like an asshole if I said it now." He jokingly said as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. You giggled softly in reply, following Jongin as he walked over to the couch with all the food in his hands. Neither of you said anything as he laid on the couch, letting you snuggle up to him as he changed the channel to play (Y/F/S).

     It only took a little over a month to get over what happened with Baekhyun. Now everything was back to how it was before you met him- you and Jongin would spend a lot of time together, hanging out or studying, the latter most often leading to him moaning and drooling underneath you. You started showing up to parties again, which would also lead to you taking Jongin home and fucking him anywhere you could. It was a surprise that you hadn't seen Baekhyun at any of the parties you had shown up to, though you had always heard from other people that he had been there. Then again you did tend to leave early, so you guessed that was the reason. 

     Baekhyun had also been alright since he had broken things off… for the most part. He kept telling himself that anyways. He got this weird feeling in his stomach whenever he had sex with any of the other girls that would swarm him at parties, an almost empty feeling. He didn't know what it was or what had caused it, but he kept pushing it to the back of his mind, hoping it would disappear after a while. He had noticed Jongin disappearing more often than usual but thought nothing of it, thinking he was just spending more time at his dance club that he was practically obsessed with. 

     You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time before deciding it was acceptable and meeting Jongin outside. As soon as you sat down he started the car, driving to Sehun's house for the party he was throwing tonight. Both of you were laughing and screaming the lyrics to Super Junior's 'Black Suit' (the best song ever)  as Jongin pulled over and parked the car. You were hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol as soon as you entered the house, both you and Jongin heading straight for the kitchen to grab some drinks. 

     You were laughing at a random story Sehun told you guys when you saw someone staring at you out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head, eyes widening in surprise once you met the gaze of Baekhyun. You shifted uncomfortably in your place before awkwardly waving in his direction. He seemed to snap out of his little trance and send you a smile that was just as awkward. You brought your attention back to Jongin as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

     "Something wrong?" You asked once you noticed the small pout that had settled over his lips. 

     "Yes, your attention was somewhere besides me. I even dressed up all pretty for you." He said with a whine, gently brushing his lips over your jaw. You smirked with a quiet chuckle before reaching down and squeezing his ass, making him yelp in surprise. 

     "Jeez, such an attention whore aren't you baby?" He bit his lip, trying and failing to hold in a small giggle as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

     "Only for you mommy~."

      Baekhyun's jaw clenched as he watched your little interaction with Jongin. He didn't understand why he was so angry at him, it's not like he owned you or anything. Sure, you guys used to fuck all the time- and Baekhyun had convinced himself that you were probably the best fuck he had ever and will ever have- but that was over. He totally didn't miss you, or the way you would fuck him so hard he wouldn't be able to walk for days, making sure he understood that he belonged under you. Or the way you would whisper in his ear using that deep, husky voice that you knew would do things to him. Or how whenever you were done, no matter how hard you fucked him or how many bruises you left, you would always make sure he was okay with that soft smile, letting him cuddle up to you and bury his face in your neck, letting him inhale your comforting scent of your favorite vanilla perfume… or how if you woke up earlier than him you would make sure to leave him breakfast and watch his favorite movies with him, laughing about the stupidest things while stuffing your faces with your favorite foods and snacks… treating him like an actual person instead of just someone to use and leave once you were done… Nope. He didn't miss it at all. I mean, come on, it wasn't like he was in love with y- ...Oh fuck. Baekhyun almost choked on the beer he was drinking once the realization dawned on him. As much as he tried, he couldn't stop his eyes from shifting back to you. Butterflies erupted in his stomach as he saw you laughing at something, a laugh that he used to be the cause of. God, love really fucking sucks.

     You heard Jongin snicker quietly next to your ear, making you turn to him confused. He didn't say anything but gestured behind you with a small smile. 

     "Looks like someone can't keep their eyes off of you." You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before turning to look at your supposed admirer. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as your gaze met Baekhyun's, making him look away from you instantly. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to look at Jongin who had a smirk plastered on his face. He lightly pushed you in Baekhyun's direction. "Go ahead, I know you still like him. If he doesn't feel the same just come back to me." You lightly smiled at Jongin before taking a deep breath and walking to Baekhyun. You saw the boy's eyes widen as he saw you walk toward him before he seemed to calm down and lean against the wall. 

     "Hey." He greeted once he knew you were close enough. 

     "Hey." There was a short, awkward silence before Baekhyun cleared his throat.

     "So, you and Jongin. Is that why he's been disappearing more often?" You shrugged. 

     "Maybe. I don't really see how that's any of your business though." You said, watching the slight pout that appeared on his face as he looked away. You snickered. "Why, ya jealous?" He scoffed at your question, turning to look at you with a small fire in his eyes.

     "Jealous? Of him? Please, I know I could fuck anyone better than him any day. You know he isn't as good as me." He said with that cocky little smirk, one that you loved to wipe off his face as he begged beneath you. 

     "Oh really? I'm leaning towards Jongin, since he actually listens to me unlike some spoiled little brats that I know." He chuckled, placing his cup down on a nearby table before looking back at you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he grabbed your hands to make them rest on his waist, his eyes hooded and swimming with little sparks of defiance. He leaned forward so he was whispering in your ear.

     "Oh please, we both know how much you love to put me in my place. To throw me down and spank me until I can't sit, until I'm begging for you to fuck me. How you call me your pretty little slut as I take you cock like a good boy, all for you. And I know how much you loved my moans and screams as you fuck me as hard as you can into the mattress, making sure I know my place. He can't give you that satisfaction now, can he?" He smirked as he saw how dilated your pupil had become, moving your hands down to squeeze his ass. "While I may not be as obedient as Jongin, I can still be a good little cockslut for you mommy." A shiver shot down your spine, making you unintentionally squeeze his ass. He whimpered as he squeezed your shoulders, the look in his eyes making him seem so innocent though you both knew that was far from the truth. You pinned him to the wall he was leaning against a minute ago, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging it to the side so you could expose his neck. He whined at the slight painful pleasure that shot through his body, quivering in anticipation as you leaned into his neck, brushing your lips lightly over the skin. 

     "Fuck, I almost forgot how much of a needy little whore you were." You muttered before biting and sucking a spot on his neck, making sure it would leave a mark. He whimpered, gripping onto your shoulders tightly and bucking his hips into yours. You pulled away for a second, turning your head to lock eyes with Jongin to make sure he was okay. Jongin simply smiled, giving you two thumbs up and mouthing the words 'get some' which almost made you laugh. After the confirmation you turned back to Baekhyun, smirking at the needy mess you had already made of him.

     "So, my place or yours?"

favor, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Everyone thinks you and Jeon Jungkook should date for world peace. Their world peace, as in they are totally sick of girls chasing Jungkook around like starving wolves trying to take a bite out of a polite but very unwilling bunny. Pair the bunny with the human personification of fuck you and all their problems are solved! You are not amused.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; ft Kim Seokjin as your brother; slice-of-life, slow burn, romantic kind of... it's me, ya know; smut (fem reader, the tiniest bit of a D/s dynamic, almost flashing your ass in a public park, sensory deprivation, chest appreciation(???), nipple play, m-receiving oral, handjob, edging (himself), cowgirl, multiple orgasms); non-idol!AU

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“I need you to kiss me.”

“Wut.”

You jerked up as someone tried to climb on top of you.

“I need you to kiss–”

It took you mere seconds to shove the person down onto the chaise lounge that you had previously been, well, lounging on. White jersey fabric spilled over hot pink velvet. You grabbed his shoulder and rammed it into the back of the heavy tufted chair. He squirmed in your hand and you gripped tighter, digging your nails in. You heard ruckus; his name was being called in a breathy pitch.

“The fuck are you talking about?” you scowled.

Breathless, hurried. “I need to look taken.”

You pinned your knee to his abdomen. The man winced, discomfort adding to the panic in his facial expression.

“Please,” Jeon Jungkook gasped. “Do me this favor.”

His black hair was all over his face, framing big, deep, dark brown eyes and flushed cheeks. Trembling lips with a glint of silver, the lip piercing that everyone liked to rant about. He swung his arm and you caught his wrist, pushing it down. Leaned in. Jungkook was undeniably stronger than you. He could throw you off at any time.

As you came closer to his face, Jungkook became as rigid as Jell-O, gawking at you with dinner plates for eyes.

You stopped millimeters from his bated breath.

“I don’t need to actually kiss you to make it seem like I did,” you whispered to his open mouth, gazing into those irises that shimmered like pools of glimmering chocolate. “And I don’t need to kiss you to make you look taken, either.”

You nicked your nail against the inside of his wrist and Jungkook shuddered, his chin rising and yours tucking back, avoiding the shape of those pink lips. Held his shoulder securely, keeping him in place under you, the sounds of the party petering out in the stillness that was Jeon Jungkook staring into your eyes, pelting you with unspoken questions.

You realized your breathing was a little erratic.

You pressed your lips together, then your forehead to his. Raised an eyebrow, an action he felt more than saw.

“Why are you running from them?” you murmured, barely breathing.

You meant the girls chasing him around. There were always girls chasing Jeon Jungkook. He was too hot for his own good. Puberty stuck hard and way too fast, leaving Jungkook confused and cowering behind the safety of his older friends as he attempted to understand why so many people suddenly wanted his attention.

“I… I…”

You clicked your tongue, understanding his stutters. “Jimin and Taehyung wandered off, huh?”

You heard Jungkook’s name again.

You tilted your head and licked his cheek.

You heard his breath catch in his throat followed by the ghost of your name.

You raised your head, fast but lazy, rolling your eyes exaggeratedly, sitting on top of Jeon Jungkook like he was living room furniture rather than a person. You were getting real tired of being Jungkook’s meat shield to fend off half the human race.

“I licked him. He’s mine.”

You glared at the approaching girls, gasping and whispering behind their hands.

“Get lost,” you growled.

Jungkook’s wrist turned in your palm and he took your hand.

-

“You know, he’s totally your type.”

“He’s totally fucking not,” you responded calmly, holding the banana milk more by the straw than by the carton. It nearly slipped and you reluctantly snapped two fingers under it, balancing it as you spoke and sipped. “Why are we talking about him again?”

“I’m just saying,” the insistent baritone voice continued as you leaned back in the chair, dangerously on the two back legs, metal screaming against concrete as Kim Taehyung paraded around the café tables that they were his stage. “He’s cute, hot, kind, diligent, and he trusts you.”

“You’re just sick of fending off the women and low-key jealous that maybe he might get more numbers than you by not trying at all.”

Taehyung smacked his big palm onto the red-painted aluminum table beside you.

“No.”

Sounded way too defensive to be true.

You raised your eyebrows and sucked real hard, creating a loud echoey suction due to the lack of fluid in the straw.

Those dark eyes squinted at you under waves of black-brown hair. His golden skin caught the afternoon sunlight, lips twisting in annoyance at your press-X-to-doubt expression.

“I am not jealous,” Taehyung said slowly, evenly. “He does need help though.”

You swung the empty container of banana milk by the straw, chuckling around it. “Uh huh. Not from me.”

Taehyung threw up his hands and kicked one of the chairs, sliding into it so he could flop down, poking the air between you and him. “Come on. Think about it. Jungkook totally suits you. He combats all of your negative qualities – stubborn, abrasive, intimidating, hates everybody.”

You let both eyebrows lift this time. If not for physical constraints, they would have rocketshipped to the fucking moon.

“Hah?”

Taehyung waved his hands dismissively as if he didn’t just insult you. “It would really help everyone if you two, you know,” he sing-songed, wiggling his fingers together like seaweed or perhaps tentacles from two weird monsters. Implying… something. “Discovered the magic between you two.”

You blinked slowly.

“Are you drunk? Was there something in that soda from the vending machine?”

Taehyung shot you a deadpan glare. “Just date him and shit.”

“No. Why should I do that?”

“Because you can and it would help everyone involved!”

“Who else is involved?”

“Literally everyone!”

“Why would everyone be involved?” you spat, dropping the banana milk carton, only for Taehyung to catch it and toss it in the trash can several meters away, getting it in on the first try.

“Because! You suit each other! Everyone thinks so!”

-

Kim Seokjin nearly spat his entire gulp of water all over Park Jimin.

“My sister? Hell to the fucking no!”

Jimin cowered behind his arms and made a face at the older man, who began coughing and choking and generally dying, all because Jimin asked Seokjin if it was a good idea for Jeon Jungkook to date, well, his sister, which was apparently a bad idea. At least to Seokjin’s ears.

“Hyung, are–”

“Don’t touch me, you want to do my sister!” Seokjin wheezed. “Fucking… My sister?!” He looked like he was about to pass out on the spot.

“I don’t want to do anything,” Jungkook shot back, waving his hands around. “I don’t know what Jimin is going on about.”

Seokjin looked highly offended. “Excuse me, you think you’re too good for my sister?”

“I didn’t say that–”

“Yah, you better not, even my sister is way too pretty for the likes of you!”

“Well, yeah, she’s good-looking, everyone in your family is–”

“Oi, she’s drop-dead gorgeous, which reminds me, why aren’t you dead for wanting to touch my sister?”

“You’re sending mixed signals, hyung,” Jimin butted in as Jungkook’s brain swirled in confusion on whether he was supposed to find his hyung’s sister hot or not. The youngest kept sputtering, this wasn’t my idea, but Seokjin was having none of it, wagging his finger in the air and jabbing Jungkook repeatedly in the pecs, to which the other male responded by slapping the prodding hands away, thus starting a light fight.

Jimin wedged himself between them, grabbing Seokjin’s broad shoulders with some effort, struggling to shake some sense into him. “Hey! Hey, hear me out.”

“I’m not listening to shit–”

“Your sister is basically evil incarnate.”

Seokjin huffed, flipping the ends of his hair. “There can only be one pure angel in this family.”

Jungkook mouthed behind Jimin’s head, hello, he just insulted your sister? Seokjin pretended not to see.

“If he dates your sister, one, she’ll totally mellow out. She’ll develop a soft spot for him.”

The self-declared most handsome man in the room contorted his very handsome face into sheer disbelief. “Are you being serious right now?” Seokjin scoffed.

“She will! Look at him.”

Jungkook put on his best, most charming what-the-actual-fuck face, because that was what he was feeling right now.

Jimin barreled on, ignoring his reaction. “Two, we’ll finally cut out those annoying girls that follow us around because they think Jungkook is some kinda rock-n-roll star with his tattoos and shit. They totally won’t approach if she’s around.”

“That’s because she’s evil,” Seokjin grumbled.

“Three, you really want some ugly dude as your brother-in-law? At least you know Jungkook.”

“Oh, yeah, an idiot is so much better!”

“Hey!” Jungkook yelled.

“Yah, I can say that because I’m an idiot.”

“That… doesn’t make any sense!”

Jimin ignored Jungkook’s outburst and shoved him aside, waving his small hands in front of Seokjin’s face in attempt to avoid any more light fighting. “Hey! Hey! At least talk to her about it. Come on. She’s cool, she’s smart, she’s tough, and she’s not gonna let anyone talk shit. She’ll protect Jungkook.”

Seokjin winced, giving Jimin a disgusted look. “Who wants to date my sister, you or him?”

Jungkook frowned. “I don’t need protection.”

Jimin spun around, exasperatedly rolling his eyes. “Bro, you are too fucking nice to tell people no and get caught up in conversations that are way too long and too invasive. Taehyung and I have to basically prevent you from being kidnapped every single time we go out!”

Jungkook’s frown turned into a determined pout. “I can fend for myself.”

Jimin stared at him.

Jungkook sighed and looked away.

“Hey.” Seokjin relented, crossing his arms. “You actually want to date my sister or what? Don’t play around.”

Both Jimin and Seokjin watched as Jungkook’s ears began turn from pink to red, then the full-on flush crept onto his cheeks. He quickly ticked his head, throwing black strands over his eyes that were shifting a little too rapidly from side to side. Hands in his pockets and he looked at neither of his hyungs, the expected answer on the tip of his tongue, but for some reason Jungkook couldn’t say it, remaining tight-lipped and sealed, silenced by the truth.

“Yah, you’re taking a long time to say no…!”

-

You spun around, surprised by the lingering footsteps even after you released that hand.

“The hell? You’re still with me?”

He blinked, looking back with those deep, dark brown eyes.

“Of course, I’m still with you.”

You raised your eyebrows at Jeon Jungkook and his windswept black hair, his white long-sleeve shirt and loose black athletic pants flapping in the wind. He had a black cap on when he walked through the door, but it seemed to have disappeared somewhere in between mumbled hellos and trying to jump on top of you to demand a kiss.

“Aren’t you gonna go back and find your friends?” you asked off-handedly, walking along the sidewalk backwards, sticking your hands into your acid-wash black denim jacket. “I helped you already.”

Jungkook shook his head, following your wayward steps.

“I don’t want to go back there. It’s not fun anymore.”

It’s not fun anymore.

You quickly turned around, speeding up the pace. Sucked the inside of your cheek, creating a loud popping sound. There was no lie there. How could it be fun anymore? It was probably fun the first couple times, but now it was probably just exhausting for someone who wanted to be left alone.

“Why do you go to Hoseok’s parties?” he asked, trotting to catch up.

You shrugged. “Free booze.”

Jungkook frowned at you. “You don’t even drink.”

You shot him a playful smirk. “Could start.” Spun your finger by your head. “Get crazy. Fuck somebody. Or somebodies. Ruin relationships I don’t care about. Get into a fight.”

Something flickered in those black-brown orbs. Doubt? Annoyance?

Jealousy?

“You wouldn’t do that.”

You shrugged. “I might.”

“You’re secretly nice.”

You snorted, keeping it as inelegant as possible. “Oh yeah? Who told you that?” Layered the sarcasm on thick. “God?”

And Jungkook looked at you, those big, deep, dark brown eyes, searching for who you were.

“Yoongi-hyung.”

Your shoulders froze up. You kept walking, swift and sharp, Jungkook in stride beside you. Suddenly, you couldn’t quite look at him. You heard the sound of a car and it was slowing down. Pestering pitched voices. You scowled, grabbing Jungkook’s hand, breaking out into a run in your thick-soled black boots.

“Run with me,” you laughed, forcing it out to patch over the awkwardness.

“We’re already running!”

-

“Hey. Sorry. Is your brother here?”

“Oh, no, sorry. He went on his own to practice his lines at the studio.”

“Ah.”

A beat of disappointed silence.

“Okay. Sorry to bother you.”

You reached out and grabbed the sleeve of that parka, stopping those downcast eyes shrouded with hair and a black baseball cap pulled low. The man stopped turning around. Glanced at your hold, then up at you.

You gave him a half-smile, tugging at Min Yoongi’s sleeve.

“I marinated some pork. Come on, eat dinner with me.”

He let out a breath he had been holding. “Ah, no. No, I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re just gonna go out and eat crap fast food anyway,” you chided, rolling your eyes. “Eat a real meal or I’ll never hear the end of it from that big mouth.” You meant your brother. You saw that Yoongi knew that, a twinkle appearing in the dullness that was those eyes hiding behind a curtain of black strands.

“I can cook on my own, you know.”

It was a weak refusal.

“Yeah, but you’re not going to, are you?” you pointed out.

There was silence that melded with a thousand unspoken words between you and him. You held onto his parka, stubborn and unyielding, and you could tell he wanted his silence, but you weren’t giving it to him, and, in the end, he gave up, stepping into the house. You closed the front door behind him. Let him have his routine. Everyone had one. Some took their coat off first, some their shoes, some neatly, some haphazardly.

You turned around after hearing nothing for several seconds.

Yoongi looked back at you, raising the brim of his hat.

“Guess you two are related, huh.”

You made a face of mock disgust. He laughed softly. Rolled your eyes and wandered off to the kitchen to finish the meal you had been making. Yoongi followed, asking if he could help. You had him cut up the pa-kimchi to more sizable pieces. The rest of the time was quiet, save for the sound of popping oil and crisping meat. He knew where all the bowls and chopsticks were. Nodded in thanks as you served him sizzling pork and vegetables on top of white rice, sliding it in front of him first before immediately facing the sink to clean the pan.

Yoongi waited until you were done and ate with you.

“It’s too hot to eat right away,” was his excuse.

You let him have his excuse, nodding in agreement.

He chewed carefully as you shoved a big bite in your mouth.

“It’s good.”

You covered your lips as you spoke. “Who do you think taught him? Best investment of my life.”

Yoongi smiled and that was that.

You chewed, savory spice coating your tongue, watching him. He noticed and looked up from his food, black cap removed and beside him now. Still hiding, guarded in his gaze, but curious at your undivided attention. You could tell he expected you to look away, but you did not, still chewing, taking in his pale face, dark circles, flattened straight black hair.

You swallowed.

“Why do you want to talk to him, anyway?” you asked. “Did he do something stupid?”

Yoongi let out a puff of amusement, shaking his head. “No. Hyung didn’t do anything.”

You nodded. The meal blanketed in silence once again. You were standing at the counter as Yoongi sat at one of the barstools. You placed your chopsticks down and reached over to the cabinet, taking out a small glass. Went to the fridge. Took out a bottle of soju.

Poured some into the glass and placed it in front of Yoongi.

He raised his eyebrows. A mute question. You pointed to the meat, then to him.

“It’s a heavy meal. You need some lightness to wash it down.”

You let it be known. He searched your eyes. You didn’t hide. A thousand words in that silence. He could see that you knew despite him not saying anything. Maybe not the details, the specifics, the exact reasons, but you understood and you did not ask for elaboration.

Yoongi smiled, nodding once, and that was enough.

You put the soju back and continued eating. Spaced out.

“I sometimes wish I was more like hyung,” Yoongi said after several sips of soju.

“Head empty, no thoughts?” you chuckled, nibbling on a scallion. “Yeah, pretty hard to have an existential crisis when you have no thoughts about existence in the first place.”

Inquisitive expression. “Bothers you?”

You hummed, sucking the side of your teeth to dislodge some food. Thought about it. “No.” You glanced at Yoongi.

You could see he didn’t believe you.

You gave him a half-smile. Sighed a little. “It would be really easy to hate him,” you mused, separating a bite of rice with your chopsticks. “But he didn’t do anything. He didn’t ask to exist, didn’t know life was easy because he was the firstborn son, didn’t know to wonder what I was thinking or how I felt about this or that.” You chuckled, popping the rice into your mouth, tucking it into your cheek, chewing lightly. “I wouldn’t know how to respond to those questions even if he asked them. He just kept being nice to me even when I was mean and, when I asked him why, Seokjin said, because I’m your brother and you’re my sister.” You swallowed and rolled your eyes, hanging your head to the side as your line of sight settled on Yoongi sitting beside you.

One of your brother’s friends, relatively quiet, close to only those that he knew well.

He was close to Seokjin.

Your brother was always himself. Your brother was never discouraged. Your brother made the world laugh, filled it with brightness, even to the point of making himself look like an idiot. Not because it was his nature, but mostly because he wanted his loved ones to remember that he was always there for them. You knew you were more like him than you let on, but you chose to hide behind bitterness at, well, nothing really, being mad at society was pointless, and yet it was a sting that couldn’t be ignored, so you maintained a tough exterior, hoping everyone would get the hint and leave you the fuck alone.

It was never Seokjin’s fault that you lived in his shadow but society sure enjoyed constantly reminding you about it.

You scoffed and shook your head.

“I’d hate him except he’s the best, so I don’t.”

Yoongi hummed. “Mmm.”

You collected what was left in your bowl and cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

His face didn’t change. Almost bored. Borderline expressionless.

“It’s pretty unfair that everyone in this family have healing personalities and are good-looking.”

You felt your face freeze up, sudden heat at your cheeks and ears.

“Don’t come onto me after I’ve made you a meal. You’re making it weird.”

You heard Yoongi chuckle but you didn’t watch, bringing the bowl to your mouth and wolfing down the last bit of your food, busying yourself with the dirty dishes to avoid his gaze. In the end, your brother didn’t come home, but the meal seemed to be enough. You watched Yoongi put on his shoes and hat, facing you now, no longer hiding behind black bangs and dull eyes.

“Thanks for the food.”

“Mmm,” was your best response, avoiding words to avoid it getting too weird.

“Next time, I’ll make a meal for you to even it out.”

The side of your lips curved into a small smirk, throwing him a challenge. “Oh? I want lamb skewers then.”

Yoongi laughed, flashing his teeth and gums, shaking his head. Brightness in those eye-smiles.

“I’m sure I could make that.”

You opened the door for him. He turned and waved a hand, walking out. Your eyes followed his back, parka and cap. Yoongi stopped when he reached the end of the steps.

Turned back around and gave you a half-smile.

For some reason, it relieved you.

You returned that half-smile and Yoongi seemed satisfied, striding down the sidewalk with confidence.

-

“Woo, jeez. I’m gonna need a drink.”

You threw yourself against the vending machine dramatically and reached into your pocket, pulling out a crumpled bill. Unceremoniously jammed it into the slot, mashing the buttons. Clang! The lemon kombucha tumbled down and you swiped for it. Cracked it open, ticking your chin at Jungkook as he skidded to a stop beside you, cheeks flushed but still too composed to be a couch potato.

Your brother was right.

Jeon Jungkook was a muscle pig.

You took a giant swig. Jungkook beamed at you, his smile like a thousand lightbulbs under the pessimistic blanket you kept over your head.

It hurt your eyes.

“That was fun,” he said, his voice breathy and fluttery.

You tapped the vending machine glass but remained against it, too out of breath to reply, masking it with your aggressive gulping of your kombucha. Avoided looking at him, feeling his heat as he stepped up to the machine, feeding in his own money and punching the numbers. Long seconds ticked past, embellished by the background music of the machinery whirring.

Then you made a mistake.

You glanced up.

Jungkook noticed immediately and made eye contact.

Something in you told you to look away, and then the second thought came to interrupt it, this isn’t a drama, look at him in the eyes, don’t be scared of some guy, and so you stared into those big, deep, dark brown eyes, pools of glimmering chocolate, barely hearing the clang of the drink dropping down. Seemed like Jungkook didn’t hear it either; his hand was pressed to the glass, each breath making his shoulders rise and fall, black hair wisping over his tanned cheekbones, parted pink lips with a mole underneath, a detail of his mouth that was just as prominent as his silver lip ring, and you knew them all because someone put it in your head that maybe, just maybe, you and Jeon Jungkook suited each other.

Maybe.

You cocked your head to the bottom of the vending machine.

“Your drink.”

Jungkook jumped, letting out the breath he had been holding, quickly grabbing the bottle awaiting him at the open slot.

Lemon kombucha.

You raised your eyebrows as he twisted it open. He caught your question, chuckling awkwardly.

“Ah… I happen to like this brand too. What are the odds…?”

You nodded dazedly, still perched against the machine. Now what? There were a lot of things you could do in this situation. A lot of things you would have done if it was someone else. Probably grab the hem of his shirt and drag him closer, make that magical moment you knew he craved, that airtight seal between your lips and his lips, steal his breath and his heart so fast that he, like so many others, wouldn’t even know it, hinting at that illusionary utopia everyone seemed to believe in.

You didn’t believe in it yourself.

You just liked to create that façade and then shatter it.

You watched Jungkook place his lips at the lip of the bottle and drink, noticing your attentive gaze and looking back, confusion and curiosity rolled together. You tilted your head, searching those pols of glimmering chocolate.

You didn’t not like him.

But you definitely didn’t want everyone to be right.

“Why’d you get the tattoos?” you suddenly asked, pointing to his right arm. The dark ink was visible even under the white jersey fabric.

He looked down as if he had just discovered his own arm. “Oh… I always wanted tattoos. I thought they were cool.”

“Is that your goal in life? To be cool?”

He looked like he was about to respond, but instead he raised his arm and reached over with his left hand to yank the sleeve of his right down, turning his forearm so that you could read the typewritten font. Rather be dead than cool. He shrugged as if this was enough of an answer.

You nodded, accepting it.

“Do you…” Jungkook hesitated, then chose to continue. “Like tattoos?”

“Me?” You laughed. “Of course. I can’t get any.”

His brows knitted together. Defiance and it wasn’t even his body. “Why not?”

You smiled.

“I know a dangerous addiction when I see one.”

-

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

A hand rested on your shoulder. You continued staring at your phone, scrolling mindlessly.

“You didn’t eat your dinner.”

You chewed on your lip.

“I’m okay, Seokjinnie.”

Your brother rubbed your shoulder gently, sitting down beside you on the couch. Just you and him now, your parents often travelling. They used their retirement to its fullest, relishing the riches of the world. You placed your head against his broad shoulder, lowering your phone.

“I’m okay,” you murmured.

Seokjin put his arm around you, leaning his head against yours. You didn’t like it when people touched you. It seemed fake, disingenuous. But not Seokjin. He used to rant and jabber on in your moods, but now he stayed silent after you told him that this was better. You used to push him away, saying that you needed to be left alone to have your epiphany on your own, but he was too protective to let you be. You both ended up settling on this, his calming touch and quiet.

“You gotta eat,” Seokjin whispered. Almost urgently. “Eating is happiness.”

Well, he tried to be silent. It was still a struggle.

“Mhm. Especially your food.”

You could tell he was beaming even though you weren’t looking at his face. Seokjin never turned down a compliment, although he seemed to enjoy the ones that he gave himself most. Yours came in second-best though.

“Why is it,” you sighed, letting your thoughts escape. “That you only start living life when you realize life means nothing?”

“Is that the formula?” Seokjin replied, his voice pitching in doubt. “What am I then? Dead?”

“You don’t think any thoughts about life. You’re just living mindlessly.”

“It’s a lot less confusing that way, you know.”

It was, but you didn’t feel like telling him that he was right.

“You think a lot in this little head of yours.”

“You think too little in that big head of yours,” you retorted, feeling his fingers massaging your scalp. Not a true statement, but bickering required a certain level of dishonesty to remain sincere.

Minutes passed. He didn’t fight you because you indulged him in a little of your troubles. You didn’t want to get too into it. He understood that. He was the same way. But sharing nothing and relying on distraction only created distance. This was the balance that formed with adulthood and learning about each other.

Still, sometimes it was better to change the subject.

“You think about what I said?” Seokjin asked casually.

Your lips curved into a half-smile. You could hear the unease and annoyance in his voice. You knew exactly what he was talking about. Or, more accurately, who.

“Yeah.”

“Crazy, right?”

“Pretty crazy.”

Silence.

“He probably has cooties.”

“They all do. Men are nasty.”

You didn’t have to see Seokjin’s squint of disapproval to know it was there. Refuting you would be counterintuitive to his goal though, so he remained in mute calculation, weighing the pros and cons. It was up to you to break him out of that math.

“Jungkook seems like an immaculate, clean person though.”

Seokjin was quick to dispute. “Are you kidding me? That kid has so much stuff. You could never make all that look neat. Hah,” he tutted, shaking his head and causing yours to move as well. “One is never enough. He needs a billion to find the perfect one.”

“Mmm. A worrying trend.”

It was a comfortable silence, but short-lived.

“You don’t have to do anything. You can pretend like no one said anything. You’re good at that.”

It was a dig; however, you were not offended. “I wasn’t gonna do anything.”

“Oh. Good.”

You could sense Seokjin’s inner struggle. “He’s not like… a bad person or anything. We get along really well,” he managed to get out with some effort.

“I know. I watch you pick a fight and lose every time.”

“I don’t lose! He doesn’t follow the rules of the match!” Seokjin whined, annoyed at his own reminiscing.

“Your rules don’t make sense.”

“Rules don’t have to make sense. They’re rules and you follow them. How else is a game supposed to be fun or worth winning if everything made sense?”

-

“Let me ask you something.”

Jungkook was crushing the empty kombucha bottles into flat pancakes to recycle them. He seemed very proud doing so, neat and orderly. “Hm?”

“Do you actually believe them? That we’re compatible?”

He punched the kombucha bottle so hard it flew off the park table and skidded several meters away.

You raised your eyebrows.

Mumbled apology, red ears, and a quick scurry later, the smashed bottle was in the recycling. You waited. Jungkook took his time with the other, flattening it better than any trash compactor out there. You almost missed his response.

“I took your name to a fortune teller,” he said quietly, not looking at you. “They said it was a good match, your name and mine.”

You frowned. “You believe that stuff?”

He nodded slowly, tossing the bottle into the recycling bin. “Yeah. I’m easily influenced.”

“Hmm.”

You stuck your hands into your acid-wash denim jacket, feeling a slight chill in your oversized t-shirt that you were using as a dress. The knit fabric was covered in cool-toned watercolor roses overlaid by a large black crescent moon. You squinted at nothing, using your black boot to kick a weed underfoot. Fortunes, huh. What could be or just a self-fulfilling prophecy? Maybe this was already the latter with all the outside interference. But you had already decided that you were going to live this life however you wanted, so no matter how much others pushed, you were going to remain immobile, until…

“Do you remember that night you helped me solve that calculus problem?” Jungkook suddenly asked, cutting through your thoughts like a hot knife through butter.

Smooth.

“Yeah, you came over ‘cause I’m the only one good at math,” you snickered, running a hand through your hair. “Even though I hadn’t done alculus in years.” You sniffed, recalling the memory. “It was just an extra credit problem but you were determined to solve it.”

“You solved it.”

“Uh huh.”

“I fell asleep at around ten, but you stayed up until the middle of the night, teaching yourself how to solve it so you could teach me. You wrote it down step-by-step and even added extra notes to clarify why and what you were doing at each part.”

You sucked the inside of your cheek and felt your eyebrow twitch, looking away to the grassy area of the park. “Well, it was bothering me too. It wasn’t like it was that long ago when I learned Calculus, at the time anyway. Hah, but when you do stuff too early, sometimes you forget it too early as well.”

“I remember your face when you woke me up at three in the morning, trying to explain.” Jungkook chuckled and you snuck a peek to see his sheepish grin, his hand behind his head. Ruffled hair and distance. Too much like a drama, so you looked away quickly, chewing on the side of your lower lip. “I was too sleepy to understand, but I got it the next day when I was on the train, reading your explanation.”

“Well, you learn fast. You were good at school. Except English.”

Jungkook made a dismissive noise and whistled lightly.

You turned your head, smirk on your lips.

Facing him.

His eyes slid back, whistle disappearing. His lips were still sticking out, a soft ‘o’. It slowly dissipated, and suddenly you were aware of the sun dipping low, the streetlights turning on, daydreams slipping into starlit scenes, and they were watching you, those pools of glimmering chocolate, his voice echoing in your head, I need you to kiss me, and you raised an eyebrow, questioning it.

“I never forgot what you did for me.”

You listened to his voice, asking him wordlessly, you’re still with me, your fists in your pockets, hmph, everyone couldn’t be right, no, this was just some dumb game played by your brother’s friends who got this stupid idea in their heads and were running with it until it wasn’t fun anymore.

“You woke me up and it was like I was still dreaming,” Jungkook continued, his words like shivering glass. Strange. What was he afraid of? Seemed weird to be nervous after the earlier events of trying to climb on top of you. “You could have told me to go ask the teacher later or another classmate, but you stayed up late and taught yourself to teach me.”

Of course, I’m still with you.

You shrugged. “I knew I could do it.”

“You could have given up and called me an idiot.”

“You’re a little bit of an idiot.”

He frowned.

You shrugged again, half-smile on your lips. “It isn’t that big of a deal.”

“It is because it shows your character,” Jungkook retorted childishly.

“Who cares about that?” you scoffed, closing one eye and lifting your chin. “All this world cares about are what you look like and what you pretend to be.”

His reply was clear.

“You’re both beautiful and real.”

You flinched. Something in you was telling you to run again, but your second thought pushed it away, this is not a drama and you’re not a kid, don’t run, but there were no words you could follow up with, not when Jungkook was looking at you with those fierce, deep, dark brown eyes, tension over his features at your stubbornness, remembering he needs a billion to find the perfect one, and...

There was no such thing as the perfect one.

You sighed, looking away, then looking back, pointed eye contact, telling yourself that this wasn’t a drama and you weren’t a kid. You didn’t run from things like this and you weren’t going to.

Not then, not now, not ever.

“Why do you run from those that try to court you?” You cocked your head, referencing the large number. Not a billion but somewhere around there. “They might be there, in that mess. Your fortune or whatever.”

Jungkook looked down, but you jerked slightly, catching his gaze, not letting him run. He paused at your determination. Why do you go to Hoseok’s parties? There was something different now. You could see it in the way he was scrutinizing you, as if he just now realized something.

“Maybe.”

Or...?

“But you can make your own fortune too. I don’t want to be stuck with someone who doesn’t know what you know.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting you head. “What do I know?”

“That life means nothing,” Jungkook said, familiar words and you began to realize Jungkook was Seokjin’s friend after all and he was a lot more observant than you were giving him credit for. “And your motto is to truly live it, no matter what anyone says.”

He grinned.

All teeth and earnestness, sincerity so real it was blinding.

“I think that’s pretty fucking cool.”

You know, he’s totally your type.

He was, but then everybody started saying he was and that became annoying.

“Gah!”

You flung your hands out of your pockets. Fists to spread fingers, irritated at the words and, worse, the way the words made you feel, ignoring Jungkook’s yelp of surprise and stepping towards him, his big eyes getting bigger when your hands seized the front of his white shirt. You growled, shaking him a little roughly.

“I hate that I like you.”

And then you kissed him.

-

You gotta wake him up.

The excitement had kept you awake. You clutched pages of scribbled equations. Your various attempts at trying to decipher derivates and integrals with the same red mechanical pencil you used at university when you went not too long ago. Maybe there was some magic in it. Some magical learning bullshit, because you figured it out with only the textbook as your guide. There was no better feeling than understanding a concept that you previously thought was difficult. A very satisfying victory.

Wake him up.

You stared at Jeon Jungkook passed out on your couch. You had pulled a Pikachu blanket over him when he fell asleep and continued your trials, your brows furrowed and with one lamp on, silently concentrating over homework that wasn’t even yours.

It had bothered you greatly, not knowing.

You stared at black hair over shut eyes, the rise and fall of his broad chest, that head cushioned by those luxe faux fur cushions Seokjin had insisted on buying over two years ago at that pricey store. White because they looked clean and expensive. You thought it was a dumb idea. Your brother had promised that he would yell very loudly at his friends if they spilled anything on them. You had reluctantly agreed, chucking them into the cart.

Right now, the white fur surrounded Jungkook’s sleepy head like a soft cloud, haloing the dreamy starlit scenes that were being played out behind his closed eyelids.

He’s handsome.

You turned back to the table. Got a fresh sheet of paper, untangling the papers and re-writing the solution to the problem. Spaced-out and clear. You now knew the concepts that he understood well and those that he didn’t, adding extra explanation beside steps that fell into the latter category. The melody of graphite scratching became the background music to your thoughts you recalled back to earlier in the evening.

“This question is for extra credit,” you remembered telling him.

“I want to solve it, if I can,” he had said.

You remembered looking into his eyes, seeing the fierce determination in them.

“Okay. Let’s figure it out then.”

Later, you could tell Jungkook wanted to give up even after saying that, but he saw your perseverance and reignited his motivation, asking to try different approaches. Still, the frustration was rising every time you both hit a wall until you finally caught him nodding off, his head practically hitting the coffee table.

“Lay down for a bit.”

He didn’t have the energy to refuse, climbing into the sofa when you nudged him, and you turned back, only to feel a hand gasping at your sweater. Gentle tug. Small mumble of your name.

“S'kay… thanks for helping me… you should go sleep… zzz…”

Jungkook hadn’t let go until he was no longer awake.

There was no reason to keep trying. It wasn’t even your homework. It was an extra credit problem. Jungkook had already surrendered to his dreams. The only reason to continue was pure academic curiosity, stubbornness, and your belief that you could do it.

And you did.

Then you wrote it neatly for him to understand.

Done.

You turned back to his sleeping form. Hovered. His lips were slightly parted in his dozing state. You reached over and brushed the hair out of his eyes. Paused.

Grazed your knuckle against his cheek.

His diligence is cute.

There was something about his earnestness that had inspired you to try a little harder. That mixed with your adamant nature kept you going until you were victorious. Maybe it was a fool’s errand. Maybe it was wasted effort. Maybe it meant nothing at all.

“But you wanted to solve it,” you murmured softly to the dreaming sleepyhead wrapped up in the fuzzy pastel yellow blanket covered with Pikachu’s various adorable facial expressions. Your hand retreated, feeling a half-smile on your lips.

I like him.

It wasn’t a grand moment. No bells chimed. Sparks didn’t fly. A cheesy, serendipitous love song didn’t play in the background. In fact, Jungkook was borderline snoring, your back hurt from sitting at the coffee table for so long, and your brain was crammed with more math than the wonderful little things that made Jungkook, Jungkook, but that was the moment that you knew that you liked him. You knew, as surely as you knew the answer to the calculus problem that had plagued you until three in the morning.

You knew.

You didn’t know what the hell to do about it, but that was a later you problem.

You placed your hand on his shoulder and shook it.

“Jungkook? Jungkook, I solved it.”

His eyes barely cracked open.

“Wuh…?”

-

Then everybody started to say, wow, you two would suit each other, and certainty morphed into defiance because, come on, what the fuck, everyone was saying the same thing, talking in your ears nonstop and driving you up the wall, so you shut it all out. Covered your ears and prayed for your intuition to be wrong.  Because the one person that didn’t say anything was, well, the one who mattered.

On the verge of giving up was the moment that he chose to say something.

Sheesh.

Did he know how troublesome it had been? How troublesome he was?

You pressed your lips to his, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, your fingers curling into the white fabric, ghosting your tongue over his lower lip, inhaling his clean scent. Citrus, linen, vanilla, the notes of his cologne burning into your memory.

Then you felt a breeze against your ass.

You jerked back.

Jungkook’s hand caught under the hem of your oversized shirt.

“What are you doing?” you snapped.

Huge round eyes. “Um.” He tried to pull his hand back but you grabbed his wrist, squeezing it harshly. He winced, eyes shifting. “S-Sorry. I–”

“We’re in the neighborhood park, I just admitted that I like you, and you’re trying to expose my ass to whoever walks past? Are you advertising it?”

Jungkook seemed to finally link those things together. The kiss must have scrambled his common sense or some shit. He shook his head very quickly. “No. No! Definitely not. I don’t want that.”

You raised your eyebrows. Only physical constraints prevented them from going any higher. He stepped closer, frowning slightly. Actually, more of a pout.

“I… I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

Somehow, hearing it from him made your cheeks burn hot. Somehow, it was way more embarrassing hearing him saying things like that to you. You looked away from those glimmering pools of chocolate, gripping his wrist far too tight. His other hand came up tentatively, settling on your back, his warm body bumping into yours.

“I thought about it a thousand times,” he muttered, speaking to the top of your head. “Because what was the perfect way to ask the perfect person? Everyone kept getting in the way, and I just wanted it to be right, the correct words to say, the picture-perfect scene, the most beautiful moment yet to come…”

“Jungkook.”

You looked up abruptly. Jungkook flinched back, avoiding your head with his chin, gawking down at you with those deep, dark brown eyes.

His hard dick was pressing against your bare thigh through his pants.

You shifted your leg and he visibly shivered, big eyes getting bigger, clearly knowing exactly what you meant without you saying anything at all. He tried to move the lower half of his body away, but your leg followed, practically going between his hard thighs, causing him to both freeze and give up.

“Let’s go back to my place.”

“B-But, hyung–”

“Seokjin’s at the party. He’s too drunk to know what’s up or down anymore.”

-

“What sho–”

You held Jungkook’s anxious face in your hands, forcing him to sit down on your bed.

“Don’t think too much about it. It’s perfect that way,” you replied, before capturing his lips again.

Perhaps Jungkook trusted your expertise, or possibly it was the boundless confidence that you were displaying, or maybe he just straight up wanted to be led along, satisfied in losing himself to dancing tongue and grazing fingertips, whispering your name in between gasps that you drank with ease. Here, there was no one to talk in your ear and muddle your mind. Here you could trust in how you felt and how to show it, tracing his cheekbone, temple, fingers tangling into his hair, tugging you both down onto lilac sheets and your Pokémon-themed pastel duvet of Pikachu and friends serving delicious desserts, but the real sweetness was his gentle sigh and the way the dying light splayed across the room, lingering between your bodies, daydreams slipping into a starlit scene, ah, well, would have been if it wasn’t for the lights of suburbia interrupting the magic.

But that didn’t matter.

Because you and him were the magic.

“Jungkook…”

You shrugged out of your jacket. Let it fall to the ground. Soft kisses onto his cheeks, his lips, the mole underneath them, kept going until he laughed, and you wouldn’t be caught dead with anyone knowing how you were acting right now, absolutely not, and he looked up at you as you stilled, suddenly self-aware of what he was doing to you. You gave him a half-smile and let go of his face, busying yourself with pulling up his long-sleeve shirt instead.

“When did you fall in love with me?” Jungkook asked underneath the white jersey fabric, dragging it along to help you remove it. His grinning head popped out, black hair askew, carelessly tossing the shirt aside.

You pursed your lips, sitting in his lap.

“I’m not in love with you.”

He pulled a pout. “Go back to lying to me.”

Tongue in cheek, half-smile. “Maybe I was always in love with you. It was hard to say it because there are so many girls in the way. The odds weren’t looking good for our hero.”

He squinted at you, suspicious. “I’d put my money on you.”

“Nuh uh, gambling is a bad habit.”

“Why didn’t you do anything sooner? You could have.”

You almost joked again, but you saw the way his shoulders slumped, heard his tone drop. Those deep, dark brown eyes on you, wondering for real. You didn’t have the heart to make light of it.

“I could have,” you agreed quietly. “Then everyone started saying it, so I started doubting it.” You scrunched up your face childishly in front of shirtless, mature-bodied Jungkook. “I don’t like it when other people tell me what to do.”

He tilted his head.

“It’s not so bad.”

You tilted your head back, questioning and curious.

“What isn’t?”

You suddenly noticed the red flush slowly appearing on his cheeks despite his unfluctuating tone.

“Someone telling you what to do,” Jungkook whispered, his hair and shoulders haloed by the last rays of the sun.

Oh?

You raised your hand.

His large eyes immediately tracked the movement, following the curve of your fingers.

“Close your eyes.”

He hesitated, those glimmering pools of sweet chocolate shifting to your face. A little bit of fear, a tiny bit of excitement, a lot of trust. You nodded, said it again.

“Close your eyes.”

Jungkook closed his eyes.

You placed your fingers on his shaking chest. He sucked in a breath, falling back onto his hands, shoulders rigid. Warm. Smooth. Traveling down to the small moles that dotted his chest, one by one, slow and exploratory. Small movement of your fingertips leaning forward and shifting to your fingernails, scratching lightly at his tan skin. His gasp made his torso twitch first before you heard it, body shuddering at the sensation. You tested him a little more, pressing your nails into his flexed pecs, raking them up. His gasp drew out, pink lips parting, becoming a low moan, brows furrowing but eyes still shut, and you kept your silence, lessening the pressure as you outlined his straining neck with your touch, feeling the blood pumping hard under your fingertips.

Shallow, tense breaths.

Struggling to whisper your name. It came out in a whimper.

“I’m here,” you murmured back.

You could tell Jungkook was embarrassed but he still didn’t open his eyes, either because you hadn’t said so or because he was reassured by the huskiness of your voice, satisfied that you were not unaffected by what was happening. The pads of your fingers trailed along his collarbone, down, nails past his racing heartbeat, his sharp inhale and then you paused.

He stilled.

You placed your middle fingertip on his left nipple.

Massaged it slowly, lightly.

His teeth sunk into his lower lip and Jungkook turned his head away, muffled groan behind closed lips. You felt the nub harden under your touch and nicked it with your nail, watching his head fall back and his shoulders tremble, eyes still closed but for some reason he couldn’t face you, his fingers clutching your duvet and wrinkling it with tension, the muscles in his arms suddenly tense, the tattoos of his right arm standing out on taut skin.

You continued rubbing and slid off his lap.

“Wha – fuck!”

Placed your tongue on the other nipple and started rubbing it with the wet muscle, slow circles mixed with short, lapping licks, and Jungkook was falling apart above you, his eyes opening, looking down, gasping for air that he couldn’t seem to fill his lungs with, darkness now replaced with the lewd scene in front of him, sensations shattering his composure.

“O-Oooh…”

You looked up at him, tipping your head back a little. Let him watch your tongue moving, anchoring yourself on the edge of the bed with your free hand. You were pretty sure he didn’t expect this. From the look on his face and the sounds he was making, he was not complaining, his moans bleeding into whines as you tilted your head and slid your tongue up, up, nibbles on his collarbone and kissing up his neck. Shivering breath to a half-smile, and you kissed him, deeply, one knee between his legs, his erection pressed to your thigh again, and Jungkook closed his own thighs, pushing up, rubbing his hard cock against your leg and sliding his tongue in your mouth, giving you his wanton whimpers as you sucked on it, gently at first, then harder as his hips began to thrust, kissing you so fiercely that you felt his lip ring indent into the side of your mouth.

“Please…”

Right into your throat.

You broke the kiss, lifting your hand from his chest. Dug your thumbnail into his lower lip and opened his desperate mouth, caging his cheek with your other four fingers.

“Say it again,” you purred.

Stared into his eyes, letting your hot breath drift into his throat. You knew he could see it, the smile in your gaze as you said your next words, ones he said only a few hours ago.

“Do me this favor.”

He grinned under your hold, spark of playfulness in chocolatey orbs.

“Please,” Jungkook begged for you.

Well, if you ever needed a second moment to know what you already knew, this was it.

You smiled back.

“Of course.”

The oncoming night signaled the end of day but this was the beginning, starting with your hand on Jungkook’s chest pushing him up on the bed, following his movement and tapping the large orb on your nightstand, watching his bright eyes light up as it glowed, apparently very impressed by your spherical touch lamp casting gentle brightness in the darkness. You tucked your knuckle against his jaw, guiding him back.

You hovered over him.

Your hair falling over your shoulder, your hands by his head, curiosity looking back up at you from the pillows.

Counting each breath, the preface to secrets from the heart that could only be spoken in darkness and in the heat of the moment, if not now then never, better sooner than later, staring into Jeon Jungkook’s eyes, windows to a soul so very different than yours, but this was real and this was right.

A half-smile because you couldn’t fucking believe what you were about to say.

“I don’t really believe in love or dreams coming true,” you said to him. “But I believe in you, and you’re both of those things.”

I love you.

It was probably better that Jungkook was speechless because you could barely look at him in the face anymore, only doing so out of pure stubbornness and your refusal to run too fast, feeling your cheeks heat and your teeth gnawing at your lower lip, seeing your own reflection in those large, dark brown eyes, and, when you felt it was sufficient enough time for him to understand that you meant it, you dove down and escaped his gaze.

“W-Wait – oh!”

You muffled his stutters with quick action. Yanked his pants and underwear down, snapping the elastic and sending it shooting over the edge of your bed. Leaned down and closed the distance, your lips parting, hot breath washing over taut skin, licking him.

Or, more accurately, licking his hard cock and leaking saliva down the quivering length.

“A-Ah… I… oh, w-what…”

You glanced up at Jungkook, half-lidded eyes and extending your tongue, coating him with a glossy sheen. His jaw dropped, panting shallowly, watching you reach up and spread it everywhere, yelping at the slick sensitivity. You tilted your head and his thin exhale turned into breathless moans, his head tipping back and lashes fluttering as you went down, down, all the way to the base and then some, cutting off your own air, not caring in the slightest, your tongue gliding from the bottom of the head to the base and then extending past your lips, pushing up his balls with your free hand to curl your tongue around them and suck, the taste of his skin drenching your senses, thrusting the tip into your throat and teasing his balls with expansive licks, the slurping sound loudly echoing throughout your bedroom, adding to the melody of his moan.

“Wow, o-o-oh, that’s s-so deep…”

You sandwiched the throbbing head between your tongue and roof of your mouth, rubbing back and forth without moving your jaw, maximum sensation with only the inner muscles of your mouth shifting, and Jungkook didn’t know what to do, startled that your head wasn’t moving and yet there was so fucking much going on in that wet tightness, white knuckles gripping fistfuls of your sheets, exhales hitched with pleasure, barely squeaking out your name as you popped your mouth off and stuffed both of his balls into your lips at the same time, wrapping your fingers around his length, stroking slowly, making sure to gift him with overwhelming euphoria.

“I-I can’t,” Jungkook finally gasped.

“Can’t what?” you mumbled around his balls, swallowing and releasing them in between each word.

“I’m g-gonna cum…”

“Then cum on my face.”

You sucked on his balls, swirling your tongue around them, stretching the skin taut and pressing your nimble muscle flat against the skin, rubbing sensually.

“I can’t cum on your face,” Jungkook heatedly retorted.

“Why not?”

His balls popping in and out of your mouth was driving him insane, cries and whimpers mixing together into a garbled mess as he tried to collect his thoughts, failing as he started and stopped speaking multiple times, back arching and head falling back, moaning far too loud before he managed to groan, “Please, no, I can’t c-cum on your face the first time, please.”

“Sure you can,” you replied, thinking that he might see it as disrespectful. “I’m telling you that you should.”

“That’s not – oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me – that’s n-not what I m-mean…!”

His cock twitched. You gripped a little tighter. Slick throughout, steady pace, focusing the pressure at the base of the dark, purple-red head. Filled your mouth with both of his balls and sucked harder, licking right between them, and Jungkook whined, unlatching his right hand from your sheets.

You didn’t have time to react as his hand shot out and grabbed your moving hand, gripping it so tightly that you were forced to stop.

“F-Fuck!”

A near-scream, throwing his head back onto your pillows and slamming his left fist onto the bed, his right hand shaking as his cock pulsed in your palm, so close but cut off, Jungkook shoving his face into your pillows and basically yelling into them, covering his nose and eyes, shoulders jerking, chest heaving, his black hair over the exposed part of his face.

You had removed your mouth from his balls right away, not taking the chance with his sudden movement. You placed your hand on his hard, tense thigh.

“A… Are you okay?”

Jungkook moaned, flinching his head back, breathing hard.

“Don’t be n-nice to me a-after that…” he panted, left hand rising, pushing his hair back from his sweaty forehead.

You blinked slowly. “I said it was okay. I meant it.”

Shivering all over, aimlessly waving his free hand, still not letting go of yours on his cock. “N-Not that… fuck… don’t t-talk like that…” he puffed, his eyes closing, trying to catch his breath.

“Like what? Cumming on my face?”

His cock twitched in your hand and he slapped his own face, groaning loudly.

“Are you not into that?” you asked, puzzled.

Jungkook peeked at you between his fingers, his cheekbones flared pink. “I’m into it. Fuck, I’m too into it. I’m still so fucking hard just thinking about it, but it’s not that,” he breathed, lower lip shaky.

You stared at his underlip mole. “Then what’s wrong?”

His grip around your hand finally loosened a little.

“I… I want the first time I cum with you to be inside you…” he mumbled.

… Oh?

Your eyes travelled up, up.

To his, dark brown orbs under messy hair and spread fingers.

“Inside where?” you questioned pointedly, unwavering.

You saw Jungkook’s inhale catch, felt his cock throb at your firm composure. He wasn’t so much embarrassed as he was put on the spot. Swallowing hard to try and dimmish the excitement in his silvery voice, enjoying your assertiveness on a much deeper level than simply being impressed.

“I-Inside… your pussy,” he breathed.

There was something so very fucking sexy about his obedience and his need, so sexy the way he rose to meet you when you crawled up his body, leaning in, kissing him, so sexy that he met you halfway with a grateful whine. Impatient, pushing up your shirt, reminding you why you were so fucking warm, so preoccupied with him that you forgot about yourself, and you swiftly unhooked your bra with one hand and fumbling with the drawer of your nightstand with the other, pulling out the string of condoms and slapping them down on the bed.

His eyes went wide as your breasts were revealed.

You took his hands and placed them exactly where they wanted to be, or at least you guessed so from Jungkook’s moan of approval and the zeal he had as he ran his thumbs over your hard nipples.

“A-Ah, Jungkook…”

His fingers sunk into the soft curve and he tugged slightly, pushing you above him even though you were trying to push down your panties, and the next second was wet heat and bliss, your jaw clenching as you felt his lips close in. Lapping kisses, dancing tongue, diligent earnestness, your hand smacking the headboard to anchor yourself, wave after pleasurable wave radiating from your chest.

Your tangled panties escaped down your legs.

You slammed the condom to the headboard with your other hand and ripped it open, gasping as he rolled your other nipple between his fingers.

“J-Jungkook, let me fuck you,” you gritted out, shuddering above his head.

You backed up and he was forced to let go, doing so very reluctantly.

You rolled the condom down his length and he watched you, deep brown eyes darker with lust, glancing up at you when you scooted back, his eyes darting up and down your body, adding to the mounting embarrassment, your fingers slippery as you spread your pussy lips apart, using your free hand to guide him while lowering yourself slowly.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you chided, trying to keep your voice even.

“You’re the only one I want to look at for the rest of my life,” Jungkook replied breathlessly, not looking away.

That wasn’t how life worked, but you didn’t bother to correct him.

Instead, you spread your knees and sank down onto his cock. You both moaned in unison, heads tipping back, entangled in the joint sensation of filling and fullness. You adjusted your hips to find comfort, pleasure rocketing up your spine, beginning to build the pace. No hesitation, only instinct, leaning forward and placing your hands above his shoulders, rolling your hips, riding him and squeezing him all over, savoring the hardness, chancing a moment to look down and Jungkook’s head craned up, definitely previously watching you slide up and down on top of him.

You smacked your ass down, painting his crotch with your arousal, sweet and sticky.

He gasped, his hands rising, holding your bouncing breasts.

“I c-can’t…”

“Then cum,” you panted, slapping your hips to his, hearing the tangible wetness and tightening your core, smirking as you saw him moan under you, his eyes rolling back. “Cum for me.”

“B-But…”

“Just cum, Jungkook,” you coaxed gently, measured exhales and powerful thrusts, fucking him hard and fast, roughly taking his breath away. “Cum for me.”

He was holding out, not wanting to disappoint you, squeezing his eyes shut and his brows furrowing, pinching your nipples to provide you with sensation as well, causing your pussy to clench around him, your shoulders tensing, and yet you didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, jaw tightening as you came, moan bleeding out between gritted teeth, and Jungkook’s eyes opened, sucking in a breath.

Your name on the tip of his tongue, but you were lost in glimmering pools of chocolate.

His hips thrust up, meeting you, and you both gasped, your orgasm viciously pulsating around him as he came, and you expected him to involuntarily look away, but, no, Jungkook maintained eye contact, his gasp turning into a blissed-out whimper, eyes glazing over with the haze of the apex, lust-drunk and love-high, his hands sliding up your chest, his fingers crowning your jaw.

He didn’t say anything.

You already knew.

Well, you didn’t really know but, in this life that meant nothing at all, you already decided that you were going to live it – fully, completely, and unrestrained by the opinions of others – and those hands holding your face said, take me with you, so you responded with your half-smile, turning your head in his hold.

Kissing his fingertips.

The euphoria diminished slowly, extended by the eternity of your locked gazes.

“One more,” you breathed.

He blinked slowly, not quite registering your words. “Wuh?”

You slid back, and then he understood as you ripped another condom open.

“W-Wait, I don’t know how long I can last – oh, shit!”

You removed the used condom and pumped him fast, rough, pressure at the base of the head, grinning as you felt his cock become rigid in your slick palm, sliding the new condom down when you felt him become rock-hard. You didn’t bother changing to position. Time was money, after all.

You sank down on him again.

This time Jungkook’s back arched and he stared up at the ceiling, clutching the sheets for dear life and obscenely moaning. Neck tense and chest flexed, rocking his hips up in time with your descent. So thick, so hard, both overstimulated, and it didn’t take you long, angling yourself to obtain maximum sensitivity, fucking him as he fucked you back, purring his name as your orgasm shot through your veins, slipping into the intense pleasure, and he kept going, amplifying it, intensifying it, making you feel so fucking good that you needed more, more, more, feeding a dangerous addiction. Serene severity. You and him. Hot and wet, tight and rough, fast and building, opening your eyes to see him gazing back at you, fucked-out, pupils dilated, eyes glassy, the starlit scene in those glimmering pools of chocolate.

“Don’t stop, p-please…  please…”

There was no chance of you stopping, but he wasn’t saying it in fear, it was something else, something related to the corner of his lips curving upward, silver ring gleaming, your heart racing at his needy tone, and you knew he knew what he was doing, letting out a puff of disbelief at his full-on smirk.

“I hate that I like you,” you hissed out.

His eyebrow cocked.

“Because I’m totally your type.”

It was too late.

Your orgasm crashed down, ransacking your nerves and igniting sparks all over, leaving you gasping for breath, clenching all around his jerking length, and Jungkook moaned, sweet and wanton, pressing his head into your pillows and inhaling, shuddering, shivering, flinching, his hips rutting into yours to feel it all, every squeeze and every throb, shooting once again into the condom and draping himself in the ecstasy of the erotic high.

This.

Him.

Yes, Jungkook was totally your type.

You heard a soft tune playing on your bedroom floor.

An eight-bit jingle that indicated a certain person, because that person assigned themself their own ringtone on your phone, scolding you that you absolutely needed to know it was him when he called.

“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath.

You let it go to voicemail to avoid Seokjin’s yelling.

That was a future you problem.

-

“What do it you want?”

It wasn’t your brother.

“Come pick up hyung. He passed out.”

If it was anyone else but the other voice on the line, you would have lied through your teeth. However, the owner of this voice was a little too intuitive. You clicked your tongue, thinking a bit before replying.

“I can’t do that right now,” you finally said.

“And why is that?” the voice through the phone asked. A little slurred, deep, but with no indication of intoxication. This was his usual Daegu accent. It would take a lot more than a couple beers to get Min Yoongi drunk.

You coughed under your breath.

Jungkook called your name from the bathroom, which wouldn’t have been that loud if it wasn’t for his voice echoing on the tile. You didn’t reply. It didn’t matter.

“Ah, I see,” Yoongi hummed.

“Don’t tell him,” you muttered, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“Even if I did, he’s not listening. He’s asleep.”

“I mean don’t tell him when he wakes up,” you hissed irritably.

“At that point, I’ll be asleep. Then hyung is your problem when he staggers home,” Yoongi said matter-of-factly. “Have an eventful night.”

Click.

A muscle in your eye twitched. You tossed your phone aside, heading to the bathroom to clean up.

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masterpost

fantastic trip ep. 1 ♡♡

under the blankets | beomgyu

[ virgin bestfriend!beom x softdom fem/gn!reader ]

warnings: beomgyu is subby asf, very brief attempted masturbation (m), oral (m rec) teasing, lil degradation (ehh not too much), lil dacryphilia (gotta love dem tears man c’mon 😌👌), beom says “please” a lot

wc: 2.4k

a/n: dude i think…i think i’m dead- holy shit im thriving rn 🤣👌 shit was so fun to write fr fr so thank you for taking the time to read!! yuhh 😌👍

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All sweaty and worn out from perhaps your most intense pillow fight yet, you and your best friend end off the last round to catch your breaths under the gigantic pillow fort you’ve built together.

You’re never awkward around Beomgyu, and maybe you’re confusing it with the stuffy, hot air.

But this weird tension…

You can literally feel his eyes on you; just staring at the side as if he’s entranced. Why is he just doing that all of a sudden? So…shamelessly?

The awkward silence along with his burning gaze is killing you, so your hand darts out to reach for the nearest little opening between the blankets, slightly parting them for a nice breeze to enter.

It’s refreshing, and Beomgyu continues watching you intently - eyes devoted to your figure even as you lean back onto your hands and close your eyes.

After a few more seconds, the boy shakes his gaze off your parted lips and swallows, averting his eyes somewhere else before his thoughts become too much to hide.

But it’s too late.

You take a subtle peek at him, watching how he keeps adjusting and squeezing the pillow that’s resting against his crotch.

Beomgyu’s eyes fly to yours for a split second, but once he realizes that you’ve been staring at him, he squeezes the pillow harder.

“W-what?” the poor boy gulps after taking a shot at challenging you, but he’s acting so weird all of a sudden- it’s starting to slightly annoy you.

So, you can only give him a weird look in silence, and it’s frying him alive, but he tries with all his stupid might to hold eye contact with you this time.

“W-what are you looking at?” Beomgyu nearly whines, jerking his chin in your direction.

You’d let it go, but his weird behavior is lowkey crawling under your skin - as if he’s teasing you; purposefully or not, you wouldn’t know.

“Yah, you’ve been playing around with that pillow for too long!” You make him jump by pointing out so suddenly.

But then, your impulsive nature decides to lunge at him, hands flying onto the pillow with an insistent grip in attempt to rip it away from his grasp.

Beomgyu’s body jolts again in surprise and pulls on the pillow harder, fearing that with enough strength, you could-

“God, come on!“ you growl, impatience burning in your eyes, “Give it up! What are you hiding-“

“N-no!!”

The sweat in his hands causes him to let go and completely give himself away. Oh, the poor boy.

Eyebrows shooting up in shock, you end up dropping the pillow from your hands immediately, unable to rip your eyes off his…his stupid, clothed crotch. So, that’s- oh…

“Pfft, no way…” you scoff, lips curling up in amusement, “You’re such a fucking weirdo- are you- are you seriously hard right now?”

Beomgyu gulps so fast that he almost chokes on his spit. “I- I’m not!” he blatantly denies.

“Then what the fuck is this?” You point directly at the obvious outline of his wide bulge and his hands move to cover the area immediately.

“I-It’s nothing, okay?!” he stutters, keeping his shameful head down and eyes elsewhere, “I- I don’t know- it just happened!”

Though, not gonna lie, you’re finding this to be quite entertaining. And hot. Beomgyu is in an incredibly vulnerable state right now, and you dont know what it is…but all of a sudden, you just want to-

“I bet you can’t even touch yourself,” you blurt teasingly, and the boy can only blink and let his lips quiver at your unexpected comment.

Incredulous that you would poke him at his most sensitive spot, poor Beomgyu figures that he should somehow retaliate - even if he looks stupid as hell.

“What- what do you know, huh? I bet I can do better than you-“

You open your mouth to call out his bluffing, but before you can say anything, the boy shoots up on his knees and yanks his pajama pants down to expose his thighs and…and ridiculously, hard cock - now bubbling cutely at the top as it rests on the soft skin of his lower abdomen.

He sits back down and leans back on his hands, all of a sudden feeling a surge of embarrassment and too much exposure. He can’t even believe he’s doing this. In front of you.

And fuck, you’ve never wanted more to make a mess of him.

He feels so heated with emotion that he could cry if you don’t stop staring at his cock like that. All pretty and out on display for you to see, yet he worries what you might think of it. Is it too small for your liking? Unimpressive? Disappointing?

It burns in his cheeks that you’re not saying anything, and now his insecurity is starting to kick in even worse.

“I-is that what you wanted to see?” He blurts to break the silence, and you have to quickly stop yourself from letting drool run down your mouth - just from staring at the cute thing for too long. That’d be embarrassing.

But seeing him like this, dumb and unconfident - God, you want to do so much to him right now…

“Okay, go ahead.” You reposition yourself to lean a bit closer to him, nodding towards his pitiful thing, “Show me what you got.”

You definitely wouldn’t want to miss something like this. But he doesn’t do anything yet and you search his eyes; full of shame or inexperience.

Of course, he’s hesitant, and you expected this much, so maybe you should give him a little…push.

“Pfft. Can’t do it?” you taunt and cross your arms, hoping it’ll get to him. “I fucking knew it-“

“I-I totally can!”

Okay, so it does work, but not in the way you thought it would.

You watch as the boy grabs his cock and starts yanking - squeezing at it harshly, and he looks seriously in pain-

“Stop! Gyu, what are you doing?!”

“T-touching myself!” he pants out, shutting his eyes tight and stringing short gasps in between, “I-I’m touching…m-myself- mng-“

But he seriously looks like he’s suffering, abrasively tugging at his dry cock despite how soft and delicate his fingers may be.

“Well, stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself- what the fuck?”

Beomgyu completely ignores your command and keeps torturing himself, face all scrunched up- you can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain. But let’s be real, it’s probably the latter-

You latch onto his stiff wrist with a tight grip, pulling with all your strength in order to get him off his own dick. God, the poor thing-

“N-no!! Don’t s-stop me-“

It’s too late and he lets go instinctively when you pinch a sensitive part of his thigh as hard as you can.

“O-oww! W-what the fuck?!“

“Shut it.” Your cold demand has him chewing down on his lip immediately, biting back words out of intimidation. “You’re hurting yourself!”

And both of you are left panting in silence once again. It’s definitely more awkward now than before, though, especially when Beomgyu covers his face with his hands and starts sniffling quietly.

“I-I’m sorry…” His legs curl up towards his chest a bit to somewhat hide his cock from your view, timid voice breaking behind his hands. “Don’t- I don’t know what came over me...I- I can’t do it..”

“Mm, it’s okay, Gyu…” To calm him down a bit more, your thumb begins soothing the red area of his thigh where you pinched too hard.

Although, it makes you feel a little bad for him, you can’t help but feel aroused by how vulnerable and weak he is. The tears only add onto the damage.

But you should help him finish the job. Beomgyu deserves that at least.

“Here. How about I…”

You lick the underside of your teeth as you hook your fingers onto his waistband, slowly pulling them down to his ankles, and then off completely.

And the pitiful, broken boy lets you, still hiding behind his hands and sniffling adorably.

His legs comply when you push them apart with your hands, spreading them enough to settle yourself in between.

As you lie on your stomach, you find yourself losing a bit of self-control the closer you inch to the pretty thing. You let your eyes run over its curves and edges, truly taking your time to admire him from here. God, not to mention how cutely his tip throbs at your warm breath.

Your warm hands climb up his thighs to comfort him with gentle squeezes. And it seems to work as his breathing pattern has somewhat leveled and found pace.

“How about I touch you instead, hm? Would you like that, Gyu?” You offer softly, holding yourself back from just grabbing his cock already and showing him the world. “Tell me.”

When he’s ready, Beomgyu uncovers his face for you- lips all puffy and eyes so sad, yet beautiful. He gulps as he takes in how pretty you look in between his legs, cheeks reddening so cutely. Fuck, you want to ruin him so bad. So, so bad.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

He blinks down at you with the prettiest, heavy eyes and nods. The nurture in your voice assures him that you’ll take care of him - that he’ll finally get a chance to properly orgasm.

Before you wrap your fingers around his waiting cock, you’re going to need his verbal confirmation, though.

“I said tell me, Beomgyu. With your words, baby.”

“P-please…” he whimpers and it makes your own thighs press together, “Please t-touch me…”

“Touch you where?” You tease a little more, feeling horny as hell just from hearing him say such simple words.

“Touch my c-cock, please,” the poor boy sweetly asks of you, “I want you to…t-touch my cock, p-please…”

You hum in satisfaction, licking your lips as you near his cock and wrap your very much needed fingers around his length.

The moment he feels your warmth, beomgyu starts breathing heavily again to calm himself down. It’s already shaky and uneven, but his subtle sounds are music to your ears.

“Tsk. Pretty boy doesn’t even know how to touch himself properly…” you scoff, and his eyes sparkle in the dim light like he could cry again if you keep messing with him. “Pathetic.”

“P-please…don’t t-tease me, please-“

His stupid, cute little mumbles and whimpers are driving you so fucking mad that you lean down to give the head of his cock a quick swipe of your tongue.

The mewl that leaves his lips after is fucking vulgar, and suddenly, you feel the need to give him more than such a short sensation.

“W-wait-“ Beomgyu gasps, hands flying up into his hair, “Y-y/n…your m-mouth-“

The male cries out loud and lets out a broken whine as soon as you take his entire tip into the warm wetness of your mouth, giving him exactly what he deserves.

“Mnng-” He starts panting again, eyes fluttering when your comforting tongue begins teasing the tiny slit at the top, swiping back and forth until he can’t take it anymore-

One of Beomgyu’s hands stay buried in his hair while the other dares reach behind your head to push you down further on his cock-

“P-please-“ he whimpers in broken almost-sobs, “take some m-more…p-please-”

The poor boy in your mouth is so desperate that he’s near tears again. So, you show him a bit more mercy.

You let his pretty hand urge you further down his cock until you’re slobbering at the base of his length.

Beomgyu’s not big enough for you to choke, but his width and thickness is definitely giving your lips a nice stretch.

With heavy eyes trained on how pretty you look between his legs, Beomgyu’s lips part even more when your own touch the soft skin at the base.

He’s a little bit salty, but you don’t mind too much. You just want to make your best friend feel good. And he’s giving you all the sounds you want to hear.

“You’re…s-so pretty, Y/n-” he gasps in between, “p-please keep going- gonna cum-“

All of this is turning you on too much. You’ll have to make him eat you out later or something. He’ll have to make you feel so good that your thighs are squirming and shaking- like his are right now.

“O-oh, f-feels…s-so good…” Beomgyu shivers and the goosebumps follow up his pretty, trembling legs.

“Y/n, please-“ he pants, voice suddenly raising in pitch, “gonna c-cum…in your m-mouth-“

You quickly bring your mouth back up to his tip to focus on his most sensitive part, using the lube of your spit to rub his cock evenly with your hand.

You suck his pretty, throbbing tip with your all, angling your head so that you can see your best friend’s pretty face when he cums.

And it certainly does not disappoint.

The moment you lock eyes with his heavy ones, his eyebrows knit and lips pout before he throws his head back against the wall of fabric, holding your head in place as you give him the ungodly speed of your tongue and hand.

“O-oh, y/n-“ he gasps, gulping for air, “p-please!”

You don’t even stop as he cries out and squirts into your abusive mouth. God, he sounds heavenly, just mewling and whimpering - crying out your name like it’s the last thing he’ll ever say. If you could do this all again, you wouldn’t pass up the chance.

You let sweet, sweet Beomgyu squirt the rest of his thick, hot cum into your mouth until he completely coats your tongue.

The boy’s legs are still shaking even after you remove your lips from his swollen tip. And you think he’s completely come down from ecstasy, until a little bit more seeps out of his slit.

You pull an encore move and swipe the last few drops with your tongue, slowly and gently up his tip for him to see - and it’s cute how his thighs tense up and pretty eyes flutter at the simplest thing.

With the last few drops still sitting on your tongue, you lift yourself up to Beomgyu’s level to bring him into a kiss. Just to show him how good he tastes. Or before he forgets it, at least.

Because he’s gonna have to taste you next.

jaehyun ♡ NCT 127 ‘A DAY 1N M2 ROO7и’

SKZ CODE EP. 2 | JEONGIN

WOOYOUNG ♡ THE BEGINNING OF SPACE SAILING

hongjoong · the beginning of space sailing

“When Taehyung realises that you call him Good Boy whenever he is being helpful, he can’t stop himself from being extra productive in the household.” 

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: f2l!AU, Roommates to Lovers!AU, Romance, Smut

Warnings: sub!Taehyung, dom!Reader, major good boy kink, use of a collar & leash, pet play, puppy!Tae, mommy kink, oral (f.recieving), guided masturbation, edging, doggy style with a leash, thigh riding, safe sex, multiple orgasms (f.recieving), also Tae wears his glasses during sex omfg, slight gamer!Taehyung as well, they make out in his gaming chair while he plays a game omfg

Wordcount: 15.6k

a/n: I discovered a new kink with this story, send help, I also included one of the things I think about on a daily which is sitting down on Tae’s lap as he games and then kissing him. That shit haunts me omfg. Either wAY enough about my thirst jsjjfs I hope you guys can find joy in this lil story. Hehe ily 💜

Taehyung has many secrets. For example that he cheated on all of his exams and that he did so without ever getting caught. Another secret was his well hidden stash of candy in his room, which he fills up regularly with his favourite chocolates and sweet bonbons. He also never really told anybody about his fantasies to be the owner of an art gallery one day, because he thinks that it is a very silly dream to have.

But his biggest secret is most definitely the fact that he loves being called a good boy. This is something he will truly never ever tell anyone, not even his diary. That is just how secret of a secret that secret truly is.

You had many secrets as well. For example that you go to the library not to read but to snack on those really yummy fruit bonbons it offered. Another secret was your very secret collection of said bonbons in the inner pocket of all your jackets. You also never really told anybody about your desires to become a self-sustaining cottage owner, because you think that this is a very weird fantasy to have.

But your biggest secret is most definitely the fact ever since a few months, you had an obsession with cute, puppy boys. This is something you will truly never ever tell anyone, not even your best friend. That is just how secret of a secret that secret truly is. 

Coincidentally Taehyung, owner of many secrets and you, owner of just as many secrets, were living together. Roommates. That is the official term of what you and him were. Roommates, who just so happen to be friends as well.

You and him weren’t always friends. You actually became friends after you became roommates seven years ago when you and him were in your first semester of college and in desperate need of someone to share your city’s outrageous rents with.

You and him shared a homely apartment in a relatively calm neighborhood. It was located on the fifth floor and had west-facing windows, overlooking not only the park but also the sundown. The living room and kitchen were separated and both you and him had your own spacious room. The bathroom you had to share, but that was never really a problem. Taehyung liked to shower in the morning and you liked to shower in the evening and both you and him made sure not to leave any hair in the drain or on the sink. The bathroom really wasn’t a problem. The kitchen however was.

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210715 RENJUN ♡ HELLO FUTURE

feel good ♡.

♡ pairing: sub!beomgyu x softdom!reader

♡ word count: 1.7k | soft smut

♡ contains: degradation, petnames (pup/puppy/baby), nipple play, overstimulation, some crying, mirror (let me know if i missed anything, pls ♡)

♡ taglist: @plushpeeps @taehyunscaramelfrappe

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“you like it don’t you pup, being played with like this?” you cooed into beomgyu’s ear as he lets out a whimper. the boy was currently sat in between your legs, leaning against your chest with his head thrown back on your shoulder.

he could only nod in response, his mouth too busy letting out gentle whimpers and whines. you let out a little giggle before continuing your attack on his nipple, bringing your finger to your mouth to wet a bit.

you gently run your thumb across his pert, brown nipple and watch as beomgyu shivers beneath your touch. you brush it again, listening to him let out a slow whine. his cock already starting to throb in his briefs from the soft touches.

“hm, already wanting more baby?” you ask, pinching one of his nipples between your fingers and earning a little gasp from beomie. his back prettily arches into your touch, his body answering your question more than words could.

“pup just wans’ to feel good..” he whisper-whines against your ear. a small wet spot appears on his briefs where he’s leaking precum. you smile as you take your time sliding your free hand down his trembling body and down to his hard, awaiting cock.

“well, you know how to ask for what you want baby.” you reply with a squeeze to his cock. you can feel him throb in your hand as he moans. his fingers come up to squeeze around the wrist that’s still playing with his nipple. he buries his face closer into your neck and you can feel his face starting to heat up in embarrassment.

“please, touch pup more,” he whimpers against you, fingers flexing around your wrist and cock leaking more into his briefs. “please, i want it..” he moans out when you press on his cock again.

you can’t help but give in when you imagine how pretty he probably looks right now. hair ruffled, eyes glossed over, his lips wet and red from him licking and biting them in pleasure, his cheeks are likely a little pink, fuck.

you pull his cock out with a whispered good boy and you take notice of the moan of relief beom let’s out. his cock hard and leaking copious amounts of precum, a bead already rolling down the side. embarrassed, beomgyu whines and grips your wrist tighter and silently wishes you’d do something already instead of stare.

softly, you take his cock into your hand and start to spread the precum along the length. more and more dripping out as you continue to stroke him. beomgyu’s moans come out a little louder, his hips wanting to twitch up into your hand but also wanting to be good for you.

“such a naughty pup, leaking so much everywhere. it’s all over my hand, i can hardly keep up.” you giggle, stroking him a tad bit faster as he whines at your words. he shakes his head where it lies, whimpering.

“’m not naughty..” he whines, gasping when you suddenly pick up the pacing of your strokes. you even hold him a bit tighter, twisting your hand the way you know beom likes. you take your thumb and start flicking at his nipple again, his moans the loudest they’ve been since you’ve started.

beom starts to bask in the pleasure, no longer having anything on his mind other than wanting to feel good. his hips start to pump up into your hand and his back arches into your touch again. a mixture of moans, whines, whimpers, and groans continuously spill from his sinful lips.

all you could think about is how he looks, how badly you want to see how good you’re making him feel. you briefly look up and notice the mirror at the end of your bed and get an idea. you stop your movements on his nipples, beomgyu whining in disagreement. you take your hand and tenderly bring it up to his face, to cup his chin.

you turn his head towards the mirror, making eye contact with him once he’s looking into it. you take in how pretty he is when he’s being wrecked by you. he looks just how you imagined, if not better than what you imagined.

“look at yourself baby, such a mess,” you utter into his ear. you watch as his eyes flutter close as he lets out a shaky breath. Sliding your hand down to his neck, you whisper “i said look at yourself, pup.”

beomgyu’s eyes open and you could swear they’ve glossed over even more. he makes eye contact with you in the mirror, he’s cheeks starting to heat up again. you smile at him, beginning to stroke again and watch as he quivers and attempts to keep his eyes open.

“’m embarrassed, this is embarrassing..” he whimpers softly, turning his head and hiding his face into your neck again. you won’t allow him to take away such a pretty sight from you, so you pinch his nipple roughly and make his whole body jump in pleasure.

“do i have to repeat myself again, hm?” you mutter into his ear, not letting go of his nipple. beomgyu shakes his head, little moans still managing to slip out. he slowly lifts his head back up to look at himself in the mirror again. he still looks as pretty as ever, except this time he has tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

“good baby, now keep them open and watch yourself become a mess for me.” you giggle, letting go of his nipple and instead thumb it softly. you stroke him up and down tortuously slow, watching every expression and movement that beomgyu makes.

you watch as his eyes glaze just a bit more, his eyes flittering to stay open, the way his pink lips part to let out the prettiest moans, how his body moves with your touches, his cock leaking so much it’s starting to make wet sounds that fill the room. you can tell he enjoys the humiliation of it all, but he won’t admit that to you.

“please more... pup needs more.” beomgyu moans out. his hips are raising into your hand more needily, wanting you to move faster. his fingers are gripping almost painfully into your wrist now, and he brings his other hand up to play with his other nipple himself.

“look at you, asking for what you want. isn’t so bad, now is it?” you say, speeding up like he asked you to. beomgyu becomes almost a puddle at your words, constant whimpers and whines spilling from his lips as his eyes are glued to your hands that are making him fall apart this way.

“please, feels so good.” beomgyu moans, intertwining his fingers with yours. a telltale sign that your baby is close.

“so pretty being wrecked like this just from my hand.” you whisper into his ear, leaving little kisses along his sensitive neck. beomgyu nods his head in agreement, most likely he doesn’t even know what he agreed to. he just knows that he feels good and want to cum.

“cum, can i cum please please please..” He starts to beg, watching his cock pump in and out of your hand. He raises his teary eyes to look at you and you can do nothing but give in, he looks so beautiful like this.

“mm, watch yourself cum for me baby.” you reply, going faster and harder on his messy cock. beomgyu moans in thanks, his breathing picks up as he feels himself reach the edge. pretty little gasps and body twitches are what carry him to his orgasm.

“cum-” he starts to say, but can’t as his breath hitches and he’s cumming. his body stills before he starts trembling, his cock twitching as it shoots loads of cum. you watch as he pinches his nipple hard through his orgasm, his hips still pumping into your hand as he rides out his pleasure. lastly, you notice the tears falling out of his closed eyes. closed.

“naughty baby, you didn’t keep your eyes open.” you whisper into his ear, once he’s come down a bit. you slowly start to stroke his sensitive cock again, beom’s legs start twitching at the overstimulation.

“please, ‘m sorry.” he attempts to apologize, eyes now open and giving you a pleading look. he reaches a hand down in an aim to restrain yours so that you can’t move it against him anymore.

“too late now baby, you know what happens when you’re naughty.” you giggle, gently removing his hand and placing it beside him. beomgyu instantly grips the sheets, know what’s coming and you smile.

earnestly, you stroke him again. the wet sounds filling the room once more along with beomgyu’s loud moans that he can’t contain. you throws his back on your shoulder, shaking it gently as his body trembles against yours. he twists his body to try and escape the overwhelming pleasure.

“’m sorry, please no more.” he whines out, more tears spilling from his eyes as it all becomes too much him. you decide to have mercy on him this time and stroke him for a few more seconds before stopping.

“thank you..” he whispers, body slumping against yours. his body loosens as he gets comfortable in his spot between your legs, eyes closed and a content look on his face.

“mhm, so pretty baby. you did so well.” you praise, kissing his forehead and along his face. you run your fingers through his hair tenderly, helping him to relax after such an intense session.

after a few minutes to collect himself, you gently lift beomgyu’s face towards yours and place a kiss on his lips. he smiles and kisses you back.

“’mkay baby let’s go clean up, hm?” you suggest, ruffling his hair again before letting him sit and get up. he turns around and nods, leaning to kiss you again, making you smile.

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a/n: hi guys ! sorry i suddenly disappeared like that, college just got so busy and i had no time or inspiration to write. want to write nothing but quality fics for you guys, but i’m back now ! hopefully you enjoyed this subby beomgyu fic, i enjoyed writing it :)

-berri 🍓

↳ #JAEHYUN + whiskers! 😸

for @dojaeism !

felix 🎀 200919 music core interview

Stray Kids ♡ Hyunjin [’Maniac’ 220403]

Player Three (M)

— Something that’s always been an infatuation for Jooheon, the way you take Minhyuk’s fingers - but an attempt can only last so long until senses turn keen.

pairing: jooheon x fem! reader x minhyuk genre: smutty smut literally just smut beware word count: 1.8k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, fingering (fem! receiving), jealousy, mentions of thigh-riding, slightest mention of breath-play, some dom/sub tones but not specified, multiple orgasms, degradation, dirty-talking, unintended edging, cum-eating, masturbation, oral (fem! receiving), this is just filth sorry! a/n: my hand kink made me write this

The cackle of the man at your waist brought chills across your skin, Jooheon’s eyes fluttering in light blinks. You could see the wheels turning through his view, knowing fully that his mind was filled with the words he would receive from your second partner when he returned home — but nothing could hold in the groans he released.

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