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tea for two  ;  kth

SUMMARY: Taehyung is keeping a secret from you and has been acting suspicious for a while. Can you really trust him or is it time to break things off?

―  POV: reader  ―  PAIRING: taehyung x reader. ―  RATING: m (18+), minors dni. ―  WORD COUNT: 3,732 words ―  GENRE/AU: one-shot, romance, established relationship, angst, fluff. ―  CONTENT WARNING: explicit language, suspected cheating, heated arguments, taehyung all secretive whats that all about, very emotional.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: my very first fic AAAAAAAA im kind of proud of this one but also super nervous lol i hope y’all like it! happy december 2nd everybody! also i’m new to using people’s personal tags, so if any of y’all know if there are more tags to be a menace to society in pls lmk thanks c:  if you like it pls consider reblogging as it helps show support<3 

BETA READER/S: @kookimonster​  ( i hope you know you owe me 27 words )

Maybe this was it. This was how it ended. A four year long relationship with the most beautiful man you’d ever laid your eyes upon. You should’ve known he’d be nothing but a heartbreak in disguise.

“I’m literally not jealous!” you spoke with that very same denied jealousy spilling over, increasing the volume of your voice. Desperately searching through your makeup bag to find.. something, anything that could distract you and act as an excuse not to look at him. Not like you’d seen much of him these past couple of weeks anyway. Something was off. You could feel it so deeply and truly in your heart that you could choke on pure emotion. 

“Sure,” Taehyung said sarcastically from the opposite side of the room, “You don’t seem jealous at all. My bad.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I am not fucking jealous.”

“Oh, come on. You really think you can fool me? You’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe you should get off your high horse,” you aimed your words right back at him, keeping your glance fixated on the makeup bag. Hands still fiddling through the beauty products. There was a brief pause in the verbal combat you found yourself in. It almost gave you enough time to regret your indication of a superiority complex in Taehyung. You knew there’d never been such in him, but the words had been said. It was out there now. You had to just roll with it, be stubborn, be strong. 

“My high horse?” Taehyung expressed genuine confusion, “It’s you who refuses to tell me what the fuck is going on!”

This is when it escalated within you. Your heart beating faster, your cheeks getting warmer. This really wasn’t the time to start up a big argument. You had to be at his parents house in a couple of hours meaning you’d have to leave in just about 10 minutes. That wasn’t nearly enough time to confront him about his dishonest behaviour lately. He’d been texting her a lot, back and forth, emojis galore. He’d been meeting up with her.. At a coffee shop, he’d said. Sure. He’d even turned down a night out with his best friends. Suspicious.

“You are literally so stupid, Tae! So fucking stupid!” your voice cracked at the end of the sentence, revealing how fragile and weak you felt in this moment. You heard a frustrated sigh.

“Babe, please…” he softened up a bit.

“I really don’t wanna discuss this shit right now,” you brushed him off and grabbed a boring pink-ish lipstick to put on in a couple of swipes, pressing your lips together briefly, “Come on, we’re gonna be late.” You finally looked over at Taehyung.

Everything about him was perfect. Head to toe gorgeous, solid income, always one of the best dressed men in the room, and he loved you. Or so you’d thought. His brows were slanted downwards, eyes big and pleading. Looking guilty, in your opinion. Your eyes began to sting at the very back. Poor Jimin.

“Baby…” he breathed, voice soft and timid.

You exhaled. “Let’s just go.”

It had been difficult. Sitting there at the dinner table at his parents house, having to pretend everything was fine, being reminded of the dreams you’d shared nothing but a few months back. They’d teased you two, asking when you’d be tying the knot, and poked at Taehyung about why he hadn’t gotten down on one knee yet. Back then you’d just laughed it off, saying that you loved each other no matter if there were rings involved or not… but the sex that night had been more intimate and meaningful than before, and you knew. You both knew that this was the real deal, that you wanted what had been left unspoken. What had been merely hinted at in cheeky glances lovingly given to each other. There was no doubt in your mind that this is where you wanted to be; right there in his arms.

But that was in the past. Now you were sat in a car barely acknowledging one another, falling apart in deafening silence. There was nothing you wanted more in this world than to go back to when everything was good. Back to when you didn’t know what you knew now.

It was quiet the entire ride home. Not even the radio was on. Nothing but the sound of rain gently drumming on the roof of the car, and your heart shattered painfully slowly with every passing second. On paper it sounded like just another trip to the in-laws, eating a delicious dinner, chatting about daily life, and driving home again afterwards… but it wasn’t. The freezing cold air pierced at your skin as you exited the car. It was dark out already. December had never been generous with warmth nor light. Snow creaked underneath your feet as you walked up towards the apartment complex, failing to wait for your boyfriend to join you, missing his hand in yours but simultaneously hating the thought. 

Without sharing a single word, Taehyung met you at the front door and you went inside together. Shoes off, coats off.

“We, um…” Taehyung awkwardly attempted to start the conversation, “We should talk about what happened today.” 

Your heart sank. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“How about you actually start telling me what’s happening? Why are you so hostile with me all of a sudden? What have I done?” he bombarded you with questions, leaving you feeling despondent. 

“I think you know,” you dryly responded.

“See, but baby I don’t. That’s why I’m asking you.”

Feeling deprived of energy and any desire to continue this discussion, you simply shook your head at his antics, turning around on your heel heading for the living room. Taehyung followed suit.

“Why are you shaking your had at me? Baby, what did I do?” he sounded so genuine, but you knew better. He couldn’t expect you to not see through his little act of being oh so oblivious.

“What did you do?” you asked before turning around sharply, shooting daggers at him with your gaze. Taehyung stopped in his tracks. “Are you kidding me, Tae?”

Visibly confused he frowned. “No?”

You felt your jaw drop and with it hanging onto dear life from the disbelief, a smile formed upon your lips. The audacity this man had. “Um, does Yumi ring a bell?” you finally spoke up, Taehyung’s expression neutralising upon realising what this was about, “I know you’ve been texting. I have seen your phone light up from all those little notifications. She even sent you a ring emoji at some point? And Jimin had like sent some text I think, asking you if you’d fallen off the face of the earth or something like that. Do you think I’m stupid? Do you really think that I don’t know cheating when I see it?”

“Babe, stop it,” Taehyung harshly reacted when cheating was brought up.

“Did I stutter? She’s your best friend’s girlfriend, Tae! What the fuck!” you involuntarily raised your voice at him, feeling your insides twisting and turning, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and greater. You knew it was a matter of mere moments before it’d let go and you’d lose your battle against remaining stoic towards the pain.

“What? I know she’s my best friend’s girlfriend. Who do you think I am?” the volume of his voice matching yours.

“You’re not even denying it!”

“Fucking hell. No! No. No. No. I am not cheating on you,” he scattered his words all around, seeming messy and desperate, “Now how’s that for denying it?”

“How’s that for denying it? What are you, twelve?” you mocked his choice of words. This was getting out of hand, you were well aware of it, but there was anger inside of you that you needed to let out. A hurt you didn’t know what to do with. “I literally caught you, Tae.”

“Oh my god…” he mumbled to himself. Rude.

“You’ve had all the time in the world to tell me what’s going on, but you chose not to.”

“I can’t,” he sighed.

“You can’t? Or you won’t?” you challenged him, feeling more than fed up with his avoidant behaviour at this point and feeling your emotions clump in your chest. Eyes not leaving your boyfriend, you took him in; he seemed nervous, worried, maybe even a little hopeless. Was he gonna confess? After all, he couldn’t keep his act up for much longer. Only a fool would let their pride get in the way of being truthful. Surely he wasn’t that stubborn.

“I can’t.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. That was it. The last drop that proved too much for you and you felt your bottom lip start to tremble.

“I know how it sounds, but I promise you it’s not what it looks like.”

You scoffed at him. In complete disbelief and shock. ‘Not what it looks like’ was the very thing people said, when it was exactly what it looked like. You knew this. You’d dealt with cheaters before saying the same thing, and they’d all been lying.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me… I really never thought-”

Your sentence was cut short by an unexpected sob clutching your throat. Instinctively you hurried your hands up to your face, covering it, hiding it. Hiding your pain, the hurt, the harm. Another sob choked by your hands, tears building up in your eyes at an alarming rate, the simplest task of breathing felt impossible. 

“Babe, I haven’t. I’m telling you,” he tried.

“Just shut up,” you sobbed, removing your hands and trying your best to steady your breathing, “I need to go.”

“What?” Taehyung’s voice sounded so small.

“I need to get out of here and just.. go for a walk or something, I don’t know,” your glance landed on your shoes in the entrance and you immediately walked towards them. You needed space. Lots of it.

“I’m-.. You’ll come back, right?”

You didn’t respond. Your only goal right now was to put on those shoes and leave.

“Babe?” he followed you out of the living room, “Babe, don’t do this. Please. I can’t. It’d just ruin everything.”

Another wave of tears were coming. Oh, he dared to speak as though being honest would ruin anything. As if his unfaithful ways hadn’t already wrecked everything. Trying to pin it on you, huh? Zoned out, you felt your head softly shake at his words. Disapproving of them. 

“I promised her I wouldn’t say anything. What do you want me to do?” he begged.

“Whatever,” you said and opened the door, “Let me leave.”

Slam.

The cold wind was ripping through your clothes, closing itself around your limbs, creating an army of goosebumps all over your skin. Snow was gathering on your shoes, the melted seeping through and soaking your socks. It was oddly peaceful. Not a single person in sight, not a single footprint in the snow that painted everything pristine white. It left you with plenty of room to collect yourself and deal with all that was going on inside you. What a pleasant surprise it was that the freezing cold helped you strip away any anxiety or fear, leaving you with nothing but the very core.

Was this really it? Was this really how it ended? A four year long relationship with the most beautiful man you’d ever laid your eyes upon. Perhaps you should’ve listened to him. He did beg for you to listen and you’d rejected him. Could there really be more to this story? More often than not it was a clear cut case. People lied to each other every day. Breaking trust, breaking hearts. Why should Taehyung be any different than any of the ones that came before him?

You wrapped your coat tighter around your body, starting to regret having gone for this silly walk. Your phone vibrated in your pocket for the 100th time, yet you did nothing to pick it up. You had no idea how long you’d been out in the snowy winter night, but your fingers gave you a clue. Fingers more like icicles at this point. The wind got stronger, playing with your hair, gently pushing you, warning you, telling you to go back home. Curling your shoulders up to your ears, you tried to shield yourself a little more from the crispy cold wind, but to no avail. Stubborn and protective of your trust, you kept arguing with yourself, not knowing whether to keep walking or turn around and go home. You wanted to feel warm again. Safe and comfortable.

And that’s when you saw it. A car that very much looked like Taehyung’s, same colour and everything. Forced to squint your eyes at the thousands of snowflakes coming your way in full force, you didn’t even bother trying to see who was behind the wheel. A sliver of hope appeared in your chest, wishing for it to be Tae.

Alas, the car passed you.

You missed him. Didn’t wanna be apart, didn’t wanna break up. You didn’t want any of this to be happening. Eyes watering, you found temporary comfort in the past. Back to when you’d first met him. You’d felt so confident, so independent. Like you didn’t need no man. Having just gotten out of a long string of terrible relationships with terrible people, one more toxic than the other, you had fully decided to not fall in love again. It had been going really well. You were advancing in your career, catching up with friends, going harder in the gym, you’d even gotten around to start a new hobby. With so much time to yourself, you’d honestly almost felt a sense of relief and freedom not having to be tied down and devoted to anyone but yourself.

All he did was crack a couple of jokes, ask about your day, and buy you a donut… Apparently that was all it took. A sob stumbled out of you. No, of course that wasn’t all. ‘Cause he’d shown you respect. Been patient. Understanding. He’d not just told you, but shown you that there wasn’t anything wrong with you. You weren’t unworthy of happiness or unlovable. You’d been too trusting of the wrong people, but he told you that you weren’t wrong or bad or stupid for putting your trust in others. The only ones wrong and bad and stupid were those who took advantage of that. And he’d said your name so overly cutely you’d laughed.

“Baby!” A voice you’d recognise anywhere boomed from behind you.

You turned around and him, he, your lover, your heart, your only wish came running to you. Thoroughly frozen, you walked towards him. You couldn’t run. Your feet were far too numb for that.

“Where’ve you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” he sounded so worried, so concerned, and without hesitation, without thinking twice he threw his arms around you in such a warm embrace you only just now realised how dreadfully cold you were.

“God, you’re like ice,” he said and pulled back only enough so that he could look at you, the wind howling in your ears, “Let’s go home, okay? I promise I’ll explain everything. I don’t wanna break up. I wanna work this out.. okay?”

One of his strong hands held your cheek. You almost melted to the touch.

You nodded. “Okay.”

Warm water surrounded your ice blocks for feet, pushing a satisfied exhale up and out of your lungs. Your fingers were still tingling, stinging, and starting to swell up a bit. You’d been out there for longer than you thought. Three hours just walking around, ignoring his calls, lost in thought. Now here you were, in your kitchen, sitting on one of the dining chairs enjoying a foot bath and wrapped in a fleece blanket. Light jazz playing at a low volume. A serene moment in time.

“Want some tea?” he asked, face still heavy with everything you had said to him.

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “Thank you.”

It was calm. His tall posture standing by the kitchen counter, preparing tea for you both. Two cups, two spoons, two sugars. Like he’d done so many times before when you were sharing relaxing nights indoors, whether it be the most modest of tuesday evenings or a saturday with last minute cancelled plans. The muted sound of water filling up each cup, it hugged your soul. This was your happy place.. You wished with all your heart that his explanation was a good one.

“Here you go,” Tae placed your cup filled to the brim in front of you.

“Thanks,” you muttered, not grabbing it just yet. The translucent steam still ascending from the cup. You had to wait a little, but maybe that was okay too. Taehyung sat down close to you.

“So, um..” he awkwardly started out, his long fingers fiddling with the handle on his own cup, but his eyes never leaving you, “I haven’t told you, ‘cause I promised Yumi not to say anything to anybody.” Your ears perked up, anxious to hear what this whole secret thing was all about.

“She was afraid it’d come back to Jimin before she got to do it, and I’ve been helping her out like, looking at rings and Hoseok has been keeping Jimin company while I was with Yumi, so he wouldn’t get all suspicious,” he failed to get to the actual point.

“Okay?” you tried to follow along.

“I’m gonna tell you.. ‘cause I don’t wanna risk losing you over something so silly that-that has nothing to do with us,” his brows knotted together, clearly feeling bad about going against his own promise to Yumi, “But you can’t say anything, okay? It’s a secret. It’ll spoil everything.”

“What is it?” you leaned forward, so excited to hear what the secret was that you’d almost forgotten how angry you’d been with him just a few hours earlier. Taehyung sighed heavily.

“She’s gonna.. propose to him.”

You gasped. Jaw dropped and hand up to cover your mouth.

“Yes! Yes, but shh, okay?” he couldn’t hold back a small smile, tickled by your adorable reaction to the news.

“Oh my god,” you whispered for no good reason seeing as it was just you and Tae in the room alone. You couldn’t believe it. They’d been together for not much longer than you guys and now was finally their time. You knew how restless Jimin had been to get married, you knew how great those two were together, and oh gosh Yumi in a wedding dress? Your hand moved to place flat on your chest.

“Now it all makes sense,” you said, thinking back at the ring emojis and Jimin asking why he hadn’t hung out with Tae for a while, “Oh wow.. they’re really getting married?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “But you can’t say anything. Okay?”

“Babe, why would I say anything?”

“Oh come on, we both know you can’t keep a secret to save your life. You’re a terrible liar!” his bright, goofy laugh filled the room.

“Um, rude,” you joked, “I can totally keep a secret!”

“Well, now you kind of have to, don’t you?” he stated the unfortunate reality, “Otherwise Yumi is gonna roast me like a rotisserie chicken. She’ll murder me.” You’d truly never been the best at keeping secrets. If it wasn’t your words disobeying you and blabbering without permission, it was your face. You wouldn’t be able to keep it together if you saw Jimin, face bound to display too much excitement. Maybe it wasn’t completely wicked not to have told you.

“Okay, okay, I promise I won’t say anything,” you teased with a little eyeroll.

“Good.”

And you smiled at each other again. Any bits and pieces of ice left in your heart had melted away. All this stress for nothing. Tae’s smile faded.

“I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve told you.”

“No, please. It’s okay,” you cut him off before he could say any more, “I get it. I know I’m a shit secret-keeper.”

“I’m not gonna fight you on that.” He reached out and took your hand in his, tender as always. His fingers intertwining with yours. “But I should’ve told you earlier today. You were stressed and I wasn’t listening.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, giving his hand a little squeeze, “I wasn’t listening either. I was set on the worst case scenario without talking to you. Got a bit dramatic, didn’t it?”

“That’s okay. We were both a equally stupid,” he smiled lightly.

“Still. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okaaay,” Tae said cutely and he leaned over to plant a kiss on your lips. And another. And another. Soon your lips were moving together like waves on the open ocean, eyes fully closed. His warm tongue slipping past your lips, meeting yours. This was it. This was the true meaning of safety. To love and be loved. To trust and be trusted. Oh, how important communication was. How silly misunderstandings could be. And as he pulled away, even if just the slightest, you opened your eyes and saw nothing more, nothing less than your future.

“What d’you say we take this to the bedroom?” he cheekily suggested and wiggled his eyebrows. You giggled.

“Hmm, sounds tempting,” you hummed.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“I even have a pair of pre-heated socks ready for you,” he teased. Joyfully you snickered, before pressing another peck to his lips.

“That’s genuinely very sexy of you,” your words were almost muffled by how close you were, your mouths nothing but a breath apart, “How did I land you?”

“Maybe you should lock me down too.”

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes met. Nothing more needed to be said. It’s not like it hadn’t crossed your mind, but it wasn’t something you had actively been thinking about.. not till now at least. Now that he’d mentioned it. Suggested it even.

“What about the tea?” you asked.

“Hm?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows before turning his head to look at the two cups still completely filled, untouched, forgotten about entirely. His mouth pulled up into a smile and he looked back at you. “Ah, it won’t go anywhere.”

His lips seductively brushed against yours.

“It’ll be there when we come back.”

breakfast can wait  ;  jjk

SUMMARY: Your days off finally matched up and after waking up later than usual, Jungkook is feeling well rested and quite amorous.

―  POV: reader. ―  PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader. ―  RATING: m (18+), minors dni. ―  WORD COUNT: 3,983 words. ―  GENRE/AU: one-shot, smut, friends with benefits, on the cusp of dating ish, just a charming lil smutty piece for y’all. ―  CONTENT WARNING: explicit language, bratty behaviour, morning sex, spooning and grinding, dirty talk, boob grapping, oral stimulation of breasts/nipples, fingering and eating out reader, handjob, protected sex (pills, no condoms), multiple orgasms, creampie. if i forgot any smut warnings please message me and lmk<3

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i had a blast writing this and i’m pretty satisfied with how it came out. not the nastiest of smut but it’s only my 2nd fic ok dsnfjkdn the last 700 words or so has not been looked at by a beta reader because i got impatient and can we all just say yolo and ignore any spelling mistakes if such exist? :sob: i really hope you like it and if you did please consider reblogging as it helps show support <3

BETA READER/S: @kookimonster​ 

“Morning,” a husky voice murmured from right behind you and an exhale tickled your neck. Your eyes were still closed, not wanting to expose them to the sunlight that was flowing past the white curtains. It was warm in bed under the big duvet, serving as a stark contrast to the freezing cold just outside the window. Nothing could make you leave this bed. Your stomach rumbled. Oh well, nothing but food at least.

Letting out a small hum, you caved and forced your eyes open. However you were unable to keep them from squinting at the bright morning light. “So early,” you muttered, “What time is it?”

The strong arm that’d been holding you close briefly parted from you to reach for a phone that was dangerously placed by the edge of the mattress. Still in the process of transitioning from dream to reality, you tried to make out the number on the screen, but the backlight was not making it easy on you. Instead your glance glided down the man’s arm. Heavily tattooed, muscular, and strong. A soft smile formed upon your lips.

Jungkook.

“11 AM,” his voice was croaky, still bearing the bliss of a deep sleep. Your hand lazily reached up for your eyes, rubbing them gently in an attempt to wake yourself up properly. The beautifully decorated arm put the phone down, now at a safer distance from the edge of the bed, and snaked itself right back around your torso. You felt yourself pulled into his embrace leaving no air in between your bodies.

“You didn’t say good morning back, you know.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said in a playful tone, “But it’s not really morning though.”

“But we just woke up,” he tried.

“But it’s 11 AM, Kookie,” you endearingly so called him by his nickname and you felt a little kiss land on your neck, soft and featherly as the snowflakes falling from the sky. You weren’t sure what sent a shiver down your, spine spreading goosebumps all across your skin; the thought of the windy weather or his kiss. Maybe a little bit of both, you thought.

“Touché,” he surrendered, “I guess you’re just rude then.”

A scoff left your body. “Don’t act like you don’t like me a little feisty.”

“Mmm-maybe?” he purred just behind your ear and it was like a wave of intimacy had managed to finally wake you up fully and entirely. This time his lips lingered for a moment longer as he pressed them against your earlobe, unknowingly widening your smile with ease.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you spoke through a cheesy grin.

Jungkook didn’t speak a word. He didn’t have to. You felt the way his palms pressed against your body, fingers spreading out almost as if in desperation to feel as much of you as he possibly could. A trail of kisses from your ear to your shoulder. His pelvis pushing against your round buttocks. He held you so tight you swore no one else had ever been this close, and with butterflies starting to appear in your tummy, you took another glance at his arms. Last time flashed through your mind, how those very arms had held you up, held you in place, while he’d — 

“Excuse you!” you tried to regain some control over yourself and him. Feeling the air between you thicken with such pure desire, excitement had run a red light in your soul, speeding up and out, multiplying within you.

“What? I just like holding you,” he chuckled.

“Holding me, is that what this is?” you asked before rolling your behind up against his crotch. It triggered the exact response you’d been hoping for; bear hand on your hip, grabbing you, holding you in place. A deep groan escaped him.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?” you knew he was smirking, “You tryna get me hard?” You bit down on your lower lip, enjoying this a bit too much. There was nothing like teasing Jungkook in the morning, making him all frustrated and needy.

“What? I was just.. re-adjusting my position,” you flirtingly lied about your intentions.

“Oh, really?” 

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Oh, is that what that was?” he played along, tongue coated in sarcasm, “Well, then if you’ll excuse me — “ Briefly having shut your eyes, already missing how you’d mindlessly floated around in dreamland above buildings and cars, they opened right back up. Before you could question him, he had gotten up from the snuggle, spun you around on your back, and pushed himself in between your legs. Surprise evident on your face as your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but let a bright laughter dance around the room. 

“What are you doing?” you finally got a few words out.

“Who, me?”

“Yes, you!” your voice had soared into a higher pitch when he dared to press his hips against yours, giving you all sorts of ideas.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just getting comfortable. You know.. adjusting my position,” he teased with a mighty smirk, and as your eyes met you knew this was a challenge. He wanted to hear you admit to being the true initiator of this. Oh, how wrong he was.

“I think you are confusing ‘adjusting’ with ‘completely changing’,” you called him out, trying to be stubborn, but he didn’t budge. Instead he simply kept grinding his growing bulge against your panties, the friction heating up your groin.

“Shh, I’m trying to get comfortable.” A low moan coming from him.

“Sounds like you’re pretty comfortable.” Now it was your time to smirk. He stopped and gently frowned at you, clearly reacting to your bratty behaviour. Anticipation growing in your chest, you pushed your eyebrows inwards and up, making big puppy eyes in the hopes of appearing completely clueless of your actions.

“What?” you voiced fake confusion.

As Jungkook pushed himself up, you couldn’t help but admire the muscles in his arms tensing up, the delicate flex of his biceps. He sat down on his feet, still in between your legs. You took him in, adoring him. Slim waist hugging a solid six-pack, his bulging chest and broad shoulders. His skin carrying the last remains of your summer vacation to the Canary Islands. Gosh, you loved his body. Rarely had you ever seen a body more picture perfect than his. Like a Greek statue, his proportions were as if freely formed by your mind, creating the man of your dreams.

“Maybe this position is better,” he pondered and as your eyes reached his, you realised how his glance travelled up and down your body, admiring you with a growing smirk. You felt his hands slide onto your inner thighs, putting the slightest pressure on them, prompting you to keep your legs open for him.

“Maybe we should eat breakfast,” you cut through the tension with a clear voice.

“Breakfast, hm?” He leaned down, hands ran up either side of your waist and gave it a little squeeze. With a foggy look in his eyes, Jungkook finally dropped to rest his weight on his lower arms, his head right above yours.

“Mhm,” you said, distracted by his seduction, “You’re not hungry?”

You felt your inner brat start to crumble at the hands of desire. You longed to feel him. And so you placed your hands flat on his chest, exploring how his body felt against your palms. Jet black hair hung heavily from his head, fringe brushing against your forehead. His nose resting beside yours, lips so close you could feel his warm breath collide with your own.

“How about I eat your pussy instead?” he muttered into your mouth.

A hazy smile was all he needed from you. A single kiss was respectfully placed upon your lips, soft and loving in nature. You got a last good look at his face – lips, cheeks, eyes – before he began.

Kisses. Small, teasing. A shivering sensation trickling across your skin along with the traces of pecks and bites going from jaw to neck to shoulder. You felt a tug at the hem of your shirt, up, up, up. You looked down and saw Jungkook trying to rid you of the oversized T-shirt you’d slept in. In actuality it was his, not yours, but he’d left it at your place a couple weeks ago and you just couldn’t help yourself. It had smelled of him. A sweet scent of joy and trust. You still remember his reaction to your cute little text message saying you’d stolen his T-shirt and now it was yours. Keep it. It looks good on you.

You pushed yourself up just a tad, leaving room for Jungkook to pull it up and over your head, exposing your bare chest. Searching for his gaze, you found it fixated on your full breasts. His obvious admiration boosted your confidence to new levels and the corners of your mouth moved upwards into a cheeky smile. Without hesitation you brought both hands up to cup your breasts. You squeezed for a tender massage of your bosom, nipples peaking out from between your fingers. Jungkook’s glance was locked on your hands, your breasts.

You let out the smallest of whines and his eyes shot back up at you. Looking smug, knowing exactly the effect you had on him. One of your hands let go to instead reach up for him. He wasted no time. He dived down and before you knew it, his lips had surrounded your nipple, sucking, swirling his tongue. You loved when he worshipped your breasts like that. It always succeeded in getting you all worked up. Wetter than you’d like to admit, you could already feel yourself soak through your panties.

So damn needy, it was almost enchanting when you felt his hand finally meet your waist again, the touch of him intoxicating. Closer, closer, his hand was inching closer to the edge of your panties. Frustrated you buried your fingers in his thick hair and gave it a tug, quietly demanding him to continue. Now.

The second you felt his fingers sneak into your panties, you let out a deep sigh. Yes. This is what you wanted. Jungkook’s long fingers running up and down your dripping slit, covering his fingertips. With a last kiss lazily given to your breast, he sat up straight again.

“Already wet, baby?” he triumphed.

“Easy enough to make me wet,” you provoked him and sat up, holding a strong eye contact as you gave his lips a brief peck, enjoying the puzzled look on his face, “See if you can make me cum.”

Jungkook had barely freed his hand from your panties, before he tugged at them, giving you a short, but passionate kiss.

“Lay down,” he grumbled.

Satisfied with yourself, feeling the arrogant desire to prove oneself radiate from his entire being, you did as you were told. As you lifted your butt up from the mattress, Jungkook swiftly removed the single layer of fabric keeping him at bay from diving deep. You knew what he was capable of, of course you did. That was exactly why you kept poking at him. It was no secret that he liked a challenge. Competitive as they come, Jungkook was gonna be the best at anything and everything, even if it took him a million attempts.

Memories of your first night together resurfaced in your mind. It was his very need to be the best of the best that had lead you right into his arms. Granted, you’d absolutely been aiming for his embrace, but you’d wanted him to chase you. There’d been zero interest in being the girl who caved immediately just because he bought you a drink and told you that you looked pretty. After he’d told you that he took pride in his abilities, promising you he’d be the best you ever had, the temptation had simply been too grand… And you had humbled him. He’d been baffled, shocked, unable to understand what was happening. After your first night together when you had told him that it was alright, but you’d had better. He’d done a whole double take, looking you up and down. Fuck, the fire it had ignited within him. He’d went so hard you surrendered a couple weeks later. Experiencing so much pleasure you’d had no energy left in your bones to do anything but moan, whine, and whimper his name.

In reality he’d always been the best you ever had. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him though. Maybe it was a silly secret to have, but you loved watching him continuously strive to blow your mind. Beating his own best every single time, you knew nobody would ever come close. Maybe one day you’d tell him, but not now.

You felt two fingers slowly entering you while subtle kisses tickled your inner thighs, closer and closer to your groin, decreasing in distance. You let out a gasp by the first sensation of Jungkook’s warm tongue pressing itself against your labia, expertly sliding up to find your clit, so effortlessly. Licking, sucking, flicking. You should’ve expected nothing less considering your experience with this tenacious man.

“Shit…” you suppressed a moan.

But when he hummed from pure enjoyment, you felt every vibration of his voice and let out a submissive whimper. His fingers joined in, curling upwards, hitting the roof of your vagina repeatedly. The pleasure grew like a big orb of warmth and euphoria behind your ribs, making it harder to breathe.

“Yes, baby..” you breathed as you grabbed a section of his hair, letting him know how well he was doing, how desperately you needed him to keep going.

He got the hint.

Picking up speed with his tongue, keeping his fingers at a comfortable rhythm, you started to feel your arousal spread like wildfire across your skin. Waves of attention rushing from every inch of your body, pulsating towards your core.

“Please.. Don’t stop,” you pleaded.

Before your eyelids fell shut, you caught a glimpse of your window. Snow was still falling, glistening like weightless diamonds in the wind. The sun spilling through the glass and onto the floor in a checkered pattern. So pure, so beautiful… peaceful.

Your head fell back onto the pillow and your legs started shaking. A moan erupted from your throat, filling the bedroom with sin and lust. Like all weight had been lifted off your chest, all tension left your soul, any problems you might’ve had magically disappeared… there was nothing in this very moment but you moaning your voice to pieces, cumming on Jungkook’s skilled fingers and tongue.

“Oh!” you gasped in frustration when you felt him leave a kiss on your clit, way too sensitive post-orgasm, “Ugh, stop it.” He chuckled as he sat back up and ran the back of his hand across his mouth and chin.

“Nah, baby, you just stay where you are,” he asserted, one of his hands feeling up your leg from thigh to knee to ankle, “I’m not done with you.” And with those words he planted your ankle on his shoulder, raising himself up to his knees. Your eyes dropped to his boxer briefs, immediately spotting the impressive bulge, restrained by fabric. 

“Someone’s excited,” you pointed out the obvious with a mischievous smile, still coming down from your intense orgasm. Shamelessly, you reached out for his bulge, cupping it in your hand.

“Mhm,” he hummed, softly grinding against your palm, “I love the look on your face when I make you cum.” A sweet giggle bubbled in your chest, feeling oddly shy.

“Shut up,” you stopped him before he got too cocky, “You’re not naked enough.” Jungkook smiled at you. His hands dropped to his boxers, pulling down at them, the fabric having a hard time getting past his bulge. The tip of your tongue discreetly ran across your lips, hungry for him to give you everything he got. Finally his hard-on was released from it’s clothed restraints and it sprung out at you, landing almost perfectly in your hand. Your fingers immediately wrapped themselves around it, starting to stroke it, no hesitation.

“So impatient,” Jungkook verbally poked at you after ridding himself completely of his boxers, throwing them on the floor next to your bed, bathing them in the freezing sunlight.

“Who, me?”

“Who else?” he chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you shrugged, keeping eye contact as you started pumping him faster, firmer grip than before. The smile on his face faded quicker than you’d expected it to, replaced by furrowed brows and a frustrated lip bite. He groaned.

“Hmm,” you faked a ponder, once again increasing the rate of your hand moving up and down his shaft, “Maybe you?”

Jungkook closed his eyes as he pressed his cheek against your ankle that still rested on his shoulder. His hips automatically joined in with mild thrusts into your hand, slowly moving back and forth. The obvious battle he was having with himself, failing in controlling the lust that was pouring out of him, it was a beautiful sight. 

“Stop,” he breathed. And you did.

“Why?” you increased pressure on his oddly charming arrogance.

“Don’t you want it?” he grumbled and opened his eyes. Forcefully he grabbed your wrist, influencing you to let go of his fully grown erection. “Don’t you want me to fuck you?” His smile was back. So was yours.

“Only if you fuck me good.”

Passion poured from his gaze, dripping onto you like amber honey, staining your skin. Elegantly moving your leg off his shoulders and back down by his hip, Jungkook leaned down. The rock hard cock rubbed up against your labia, your wetness coating the shaft. Your breathing started trembling as the tip of him touched your swollen clit. Your hands at home on his body, easily finding their way across his abs, chest, and around his neck, holding him so close your noses gently bumped into each other.

“How dare you doubt me?” he purred.

“Put me in my place then.”

You caught a glimpse of his terribly smug expression before his lips crashed onto yours, starving and greedy. Exhaling through your nose, you refused to break apart from him, finally having gotten your craving satisfied. Your eyelids fell shut as your tongues met in a sensual, slippery dance. You felt his strong hands slide up under you, taking a hold of your shoulders from behind. Butterflies appeared instantly in your tummy, sporadically rushing around, waiting for him to end your suffering and enter you.

At last, the tip of his girthy cock aligned with your soaking wet opening, and he pushed forward. More, more, till he was fully immersed in you. The familiar feeling of being filled to the brim washing over you and you hummed into the kiss. The first thrust reminded you how much you loved his cock, deep inside you. Moving back and forth, his hips rolled against yours. Forced to break apart from the kiss, your moans echoed in the bedroom, bouncing off the walls. Jungkook dropped his head down next to yours.

“Fuck, you feel good..” he sighed.

You smiled hazily. His lips connected with your neck, sucking hard on your delicate skin. You loved when he marked you. Just the thought of being claimed as his and having to cover it up with make-up later today, your heart fluttered. Something about being his.

His thrusts got harder. His groin pushing against yours so vigorously, it sent shock waves up through your body, your breasts rocked up and down on your chest. Unable to control your voice, you heard yourself whimper, whine, moan into the air around you. All your bratty behaviour was out the door once he was inside you. Making you feel the way only he could. 

“Yes. Yes, baby,” you eagerly encouraged him to keep going, feeling yourself get closer to yet another orgasm.

His lips finally let go of your neck. He was panting into your ear, letting you know how much he loved pounding your pussy in the early mornings. It wasn’t often your days off matched up. More often than not it was late night booty calls, drunk or sober. It was sexting, sending nudes, little teasers of what could be if you were together, anything to make the other cave and show up all hot and bothered.

“Don’t stop,” you begged through cries of pleasure, “Fuck me.”

“Shit.. Baby, I can’t,” he barely managed to get the words out, “Or I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum in me.”

Without slowing down, Jungkook raised his head up again, hovering above yours. His cloudy gaze searching for yours. Struggling to focus on anything at this very moment in time, too close to your climax, it took you a few seconds to get locked in on his eyes. You both knew that it was safe; you’d been on the pill for years, been strict with yourself to never forget a single one. 

You nodded before surrendering to the inevitable and intense orgasm that completely took over your body; your lower abs flexing hard, curling your hips upwards, and a loud moan exploded from your throat. Like a bright glow of euphoria flashed through your entire body, goosebumps scattered across your bare skin. But he kept going — Harder. Faster. His thrusts getting sloppier and more irregular; you knew he was about to cum. Your blurry vision cleared up and you took in every inch of his face as his jaw slowly dropped, his eyes closed, and his forehead rested against yours.

You felt his breathing picking up, low whimpers joining in before he climaxed; loud, raspy sounds coming from him as he pushed into you, his cock fully engulfed in your warmth, shooting robes of cum deep inside you. You’d never felt closer to Jungkook than you did right now. 

Your breath hitched when you felt him move again, slowly, carefully, coming down from his high. You caught his lips in a tender kiss. He smiled.

“What?” you inquired.

“Nothing.”

You both let out sighs of relief and finality as he pulled out. Temporarily robbed of his strength, Jungkook only barely manages to lift himself up and move to the side, plopping down beside you on the bed. You both took a minute to calm down and recover before you turned your head in his direction.

His hair was damp, a few rebellious strands sticking to his forehead. Cheeks flushed and bodies glistening with a thin layer of sweat, the bed burning beneath you, there was no wish to snuggle. Instead you reached out for his hand, feeling bold as you held it in yours. Jungkook’s eyes dashed to look down at your hands before turning their attention to yours.

“Hand holding?” he sounded confused.

“Yeah. Why not?”

He chuckled. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“Oh, I see,” you quickly let go of his hand again, exaggerating your pout, “Well, if you don’t want to I’ll just — “

“No, shut the fuck up,” Jungkook laughed and his hand rushed to grab yours again, taking a good hold of it, and pulling it towards himself. You felt a cheesy grin form across your features.

“Okay okay, relax,” you teased. Your heart doing a mini somersault. Maybe you had another secret. One weren’t sure you even dared to share with yourself. Could you really look at yourself in the mirror if you accepted the truth? Would Jungkook ever wanna look at you again the way he did now? Was it worth the risk?

“You’re annoying as all hell,” he tried to deny what his smile could not hide.

“You love me,” you oozed confidence, covering up your racing thoughts and pounding heart with a cheeky wink. He rolled his eyes and looked away, but only for a moment. He looked back and your eyes met.

“You love me too.”