A/n: had some mad writers block ;/ here's my infamous drunk update on a fucking wednesday 

warnings: mature content: oral and squirting. yeah, people squirt. get over it

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If we didn't have feelings for each other... If we didn't think of each other.... Would we have dragged it out like this? -  Trivia 轉 : Seesaw

10:09AM – Saturday. Seoul, Korea.

"What was I like last night?" Yoongi muttered with his toothbrush in his mouth, scrubbing his teeth wildly and reaching up with two slender fingers to fix his fringe, "...I didn't say anything too crazy again, right?" He mumbled again between brushes and then leaned down to the sink, spitting the toothpaste down the drain with a huff, "You're changing your hair color?" Yoongi's voice was clearer now as he questioned his girlfriend with a puzzled look before he tipped his head back and sloshed around a capful of mouthwash in his mouth then spat it out, leaning over the counter of the bathroom sink to grab a face towel, "I liked the blonde." He commented, patting his face dry and then tossing the towel to the side, "I mean you look good with anything." He corrected himself quickly when she shot him a look, a lazy smile on his face as he cornered his girlfriend against the sink counter, slender arms sliding around her frame and pulling her in for a gentle embrace.

Yoongi wasn't one for physical contact. Or at least he thought he wasn't. Yoongi also wasn't one too keen on emotional connection... or physical either. He mostly kept to himself. Liked being alone. Just him, Holly, and music. He was dedicated to his work. This was his craft, and he was fucking good at it too. The studio was his passion and BTS was his life. He worked hard to get where he was. All of Bangtan did, that wasn't a lie. From late nights in the studio to early mornings in the practice room. He never stopped. Pushing himself to the brink of collapse time and time again.

That was until he met her, of course.

Yoongi remembered the night it happened almost as if it was as clear as day. He was too tired to hit up his regular place after the studio and was feigning for a change in ambience. He hoped being somewhere with a different vibe would help him out with the slump he was in. Needing a change in scenery from the black walls of his studio in hopes some inspiration for his next song would come his way. 

It was quiet night at the bar. A Tuesday night if he remembered correctly. He was sat near the ledge of the bar. Furthest from everyone there, of course. Just the way he liked it. Patrons knew better than to approach Yoongi when they saw him. Especially when he was alone. But Sora was different. The second Yoongi saw her, he remembered her. The waitress from Jungkook's 20th birthday party at the bar. She looked different than before though. Nothing like the waitress nibbling on his dongsaeng's ear in a corner of the club and nothing like the waitress that led him off to the bathrooms just a mere few seconds later.

Yeah, Yoongi knew that was Jungkook's sloppy seconds. Yoongi also didn't care.

Seeing her that random Tuesday night sparked something in him. Yoongi was drawn to her immediately. Everything about her screamed simplicity now. She was quieter. Observant. Walking with a confident strut and a perfect body to match. With her hair falling gracefully over her shoulders and a smile so bright, it made Yoongi of all people weak in the knees. She was gorgeous. More matured and not the person trying to cop a feel on all his group members like that she was on that one night 5 years ago anymore.

So, with his third drink to his lips, Yoongi said fuck it and called her over. They talked for a bit. Not long enough as he wanted to and not nearly enough for him to know everything about her. It was enough though. Enough for him to observe that not only was she gorgeous but she was also funny and cynical when she wanted to be. She was sassy and had an attitude on her. Putting drunk, rowdy customers in their place while also collecting the tips she deserved. She was rude and vulgar. Flirting boldly with Yoongi and taking a seat on his lap while she still on the clock to tell him how bad she wanted to get out of here and get her back blown out by him. But she was also sweet and endearing. Asking him how his day was and wanting to listen when he spoke.

She was basically Yoongi in female form, and he finally felt as though he met his match. He wasn't one for hookups. But Yoongi took her home anyways that night and he's been smitten since. He wasn't sure what happened to him. Wasn't sure why he even gave a shit about her. But here he was a few months later... In the bathroom next to her of his dorm now. Watching the way she struggled to tip the bottle of hair dye at her roots. Her brows furrowed and leaning into the mirror across from her in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of pretty, cheeky panties.

Yoongi felt like he took a breath of fresh air when he looked at her. The once stoic and expressionless man now felt like he had more reasons to smile. More reasons to be happy. More reasons to keep going. Ever met someone and you just click? A person you could sit in utter silence with and be at ease with? A person you're so comfortable being around that you might end up saying some crazy shit when you've pounded down half of bottle of Johnny Walker. 

I'm sure a name or a face crossed your mind. Don't act like you didn't think of anyone.

Yoongi knew he fucked up when he told Sora about your previous profession. You'd think he'd have more sense than that. He should be smarter than to blurt out facts about your life that way. But he didn't and he knew he would be in deep trouble for it if you or Jungkook found out what happened. But he trusted Sora. Trusted that she wouldn't go revealing that information to anyone because it could cause some major and serious issues. 

How could Yoongi fuck up that bad? He was usually the careful type. The type to mind his business and stay quiet. He was the only one in the group who never got involved with anyone's personal life if it wasn't his own. But after a few drinks, a good old-fashioned blowjob and then some, Yoongi couldn't shut up. Blurting out private details of your life to his girlfriend... starting with the fact you were once a stripper and ending with you having an apartment with Jungkook. It was fucked up and he didn't even know what he was saying until it was said. He could only hope Sora wasn't paying him no mind.

Sora's brow quirked in question, pretending to not understand what Yoongi was saying, "You didn't say much, Yoongi-oppa..." She chirped out happily, shaking the bottle of hair dye in her hand to mix the contents, "You never do." She added flatly with a nonchalant tip of her head, "If you don't remember what you said, neither do I." Sora stated with a smile, looking over her shoulder at the shirtless, pale-skinned man behind her as he hugged her body against his.

Her eyes trailed up his form. Yoongi was slender but toned. Not big and burly like Jungkook. But it was clear he was working out from those guns on his arms flexing under his skin with every move he made. Who cared about what his body looked like anyways when he had the most gorgeous looking pair of hands she had ever seen... Firm, sturdy looking knuckles. Strong fingers from his years of playing the piano. Silver rings wrapped nice and snug around his index and ring fingers that he always kept on. His perfectly trimmed and clean nails serving as a mega plus too.

Yoongi was extremely attractive. With his black hair that was now growing out into a cute, shaggy mullet. Sticking up in cute sprouts from his previous night's sleep. And a quirky little gummy smile he flashed her every now and then. A voice so deep it made her nether regions ache every time he spoke. He didn't care for compliments on his appearance. Didn't pay no mind to people who gave it to him. Often feeling flustered and awkward from the forwardness of some individuals he dealt with. Yoongi knew he was attractive. He didn't need to be told that he was.

He wasn't bold about it like Seokjin or suave about it like the others. He was that casual type of attractive. Walking tall as if he owned the whole room. With a mean expression on his face and a glass of ice-cold whiskey at his lips. He exuded a confident but careless energy. It was so fucking hot. And not to mention, his dick was so big and so bomb, it would put her out of business for a day after spending a night with him. Yoongi was just that gorgeous... and also so sexy and so passionate but also cute and adorkable when he wanted to be. He was never one for looks. Never one for material things. He was happy with just his music and his dog. But things changed now. Now he just wanted Sora. That was that.

Yoongi was the perfect man for anyone. Scratch that. He was the perfect husband. But not for her. She wanted Jungkook. Always had and always did. She was fucking delusional, really. Thinking of him every chance she had. Obsessing over him. She had always thought Jungkook was single. Didn't think anyone in Bangtan would have enough time to have a relationship. Clearly, she was wrong. And clearly, Jungkook was head over heels for you. Why was that so? She had no idea. But she was going to find out. Yoongi was just gullible enough to fall into her trap. And he was going to lead her right into Jungkook's arms. Just wait and see.

She reflected on yesterday with a smile glued to her face. Yoongi had actually said enough last night. Enough for her to understand that yes, you were a slut. Just like she thought. Reeling Jungkook in by shaking your ass on a stage. You must have asked him for money to get with you. There would be no way you would put out for free even if it was Jeon Jeongguk. She thought "people like you" were all the same. Cheap city girls who only wanted money. She didn't think you loved Jungkook. Didn't think you were loyal to him. She was caught up with these misconceptions in her head. Creating her own story. Her own fantasy. She was sick. Deranged. Obsessed. She hated you. Wanted to make you disappear off the planet. 

But she also wanted to be you.

"I like this color." Sora muttered simply, "I thought you liked me with any style of hair, oppa." She gave Yoongi a playful look through the mirror in front of her, squeezing the colored dyed onto her hair. 

The color was the exact same one you had. A pretty shade that complimented your skin tone well. You had the color and cut done in the salon during the first week you came to Korea. Venturing out on your own and navigating the city like a pro. You kept the color since that day. Seeing your salon artist frequently to upkeep the look and becoming close to the staff there at the salon now. The color was perfect for you. It was a thing that gave you confidence and added a bounce in your strut each day from something as simple as a haircut. But you weren't the only one that thought it was a perfect look.

Sora thought it would be good for her as well. And so, here she was. With her drugstore box dye and a pair of gloves on her hands, massaging the dye into her hair in hopes to be just as pretty as you. In hopes that Jungkook would look at her. Would want her. Would leave you for her. She just needed to keep playing the cards right. Keep giving this rapper what he wanted. Which wasn't much to begin with. Just pussy, drinks and leave him alone when he asked her to. 

Yoongi was perfect to con. He was the most unsuspecting man she had ever met and she was wrong to think he would be the last person to have an interest in her. Feeling intimidated by his looming shadow. Those sleek, cold eyes that were enticing but also scary. He was so sexy. She didn't think she would be able to land him but she did and boy, she was proud.

Too bad she didn't want him. Sora's eyes were set on someone else. And she was going to get him some way or another.

"I gotta get things ready for the get together tonight." Yoongi hummed out quietly, his arms around her waist tightening and his lips at the side of her neck, "Excited to meet my friends?" He asked her with a soft sigh, teeth biting and nibbling over her skin, "I didn't even call Jungkook yet." He grumbled, a pair of soft lips etching across her skin, pressing lazy kisses along her shoulder while his fingers trailed down the front of her stomach, inching playfully under her t-shirt.

Man, he was in love.

"I'm so excited." She mumbled, tone flat and fake but still upbeat and perky. Making her seem excited as she focused to get this dye in her hair while her boyfriend focused on getting into those panties of hers, 

"So excited." 

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10:26AM – Saturday. Seoul, Korea.

"I'm over here, honey..." You called out to Jungkook, spotting your man heading in the direction of the bedroom after not finding you in the bathroom, "...In the living room." You watched him spin around in a circle from the bedroom, then poked his head into the office thinking you were in there instead until you directed him to the living room, "Idiot." You tried to hold back your laughter.

After leaving Jungkook in the bathroom who was busy with his skincare routine, you wandered out to your living room, plopping down on the couch and reaching for Bahm to give the puppy a pet as he pattered over to where you sat and curled up on the end of the couch close to you, "We missed you too, Bahmmie." You cooed to the puppy, tossing your phone over onto the coffee table while you laid back against the sofa, "Ugh. Home sweet home." You mumbled, a soft yawn escaping your lips, nestling into the comfortable couch and wiggling your toes while you stretched your bare feet out, feeling the soreness of your calve muscles from a night of wearing high heels and walking around Seoul.

The growing smile on Jungkook's face was bright and lovely when he found you, his eyes on your face while you laid there as he made his way into the living room. You didn't notice his grin since your gaze was glued to your boyfriend who was clad in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein boxers, the towel he used to dry his face off hanging around his shoulders and making him look like a glistening underwear model or something like that. 

You had your eyes fixated on his strong upper body and then the damp hair hanging over his eyes and of course, dropping to everything his lower body had to offer. Thick, muscular thighs, and let's not forget the package under the boxers that only seemed to look even better with those Calvin's he had on. You didn't want to stare but Jungkook didn't seem to notice either. How did he not catch you in 4K fucking him with your eyes on a Saturday morning? Interesting. Maybe he wanted you to stare. Maybe he wanted you to yearn for him. To get turned on at the sight of him. At such a random and unreasonable time too since you both just got home from the motel. 

Jungkook was arrogant that way. Wanting to soak up as much attention from you that he could from you and so, you gave it to him.

Your pupils focused on his light, caramel colored skin that glistened with the sunrays of early morning Seoul cascading into your living room from the large windows along the walls of your apartment. Jungkook's skin was casted with a glow thanks to the copious skincare products he must have lathered on after his shower. Serums, ampoules, toners, etc. The whole 12-step routine. Or was it 15? You had no clue but just knew he was worried about his skin. He was breaking out a bit now. The stress of having to work paired with a diet consisting of not the healthiest food the two of you were binging on since he had been on his break gave him a few pimples. 

Normal, right? Which 25-year-old has perfect skin anyways? You didn't seem to notice or care about his blemishes. He was human but he was also Jeon Jungkook. Everything worried him. Everything stressed him out. He didn't feel handsome. Thought everyone was staring at the two tiny spots on his face. What a dumb ass. No one cared except him. You could tell him a hundred times a day how handsome he was but it didn't matter if he didn't feel it himself.

It was sad really. How these silly standards of having to look perfect even got into the head of one of the most attractive men on Earth. You could only hope these moments of insecurity Jungkook would feel will pass with time but until then, you were there for him. Wanting him to know he was so attractive. So, fucking attractive. So gorgeous and alluring that he looked like he just stepped off the cover of a Men's Health magazine... All the time. Blemishes or not. Jungkook was fucking breathtaking. 

If Hitman Bang put a mic to your face and introduced you as Bighit's next audition, that's what you'd rap or sing about.

"Bahm, house." Jungkook pointed to the custom made-too luxurious for a crate-basically a house for a dog situated against a wall in a far spot in the living room, "Dad will feed you in a sec." You boyfriend hummed happily while he watched Bahm hop off the couch and head into his house, a proud smile along Jungkook's face before he looked over at you, "Hey, pretty lady." He smiled brightly at you, rosy-colored lips spreading into the fondest grin as he knelt down onto the edge of the couch, your thighs spreading and making room for Jungkook to lay between them,

"Come cuddle me." You smiled and greeted Jungkook as he made his way over to you, arms reaching for your boyfriend and welcoming his shirtless form planting onto your body and pinning you down against the soft chenille of the sofa when he laid down on top of you, fitting himself between your thighs and circling his arms around your body, "Hm, I had fun at the motel but nothing feels as good as being at home with you, Kookie." You muttered, arms sliding around Jungkook's bare shoulders while he pressed his face into your neck, nosing over your collar and taking a sniff of your skin, "I almost don't want to leave you today." You pouted lightly, fingers in the back of his hair and your head tipped back to give him room to bury his face within your skin while you thought about the plans you had to hang out with your friends, Hoseok and Jimin later this afternoon.

Jungkook hummed quietly in delight at the contact of his skin with yours, feeling the warmth that your body was still radiating from your shower and the softness of your skin you always kept moisturized, "Baby, I can make a home anywhere if I'm with you..." Jungkook mumbled, face pressing into your shoulder before he pulled back and reached down to your shirt, "...But our place definitely feels better than that rickety old bed we were on last night, huh?" He smiled, lifting the shirt up and sticking his face under it, pressing his nose into your bare stomach and nuzzling the tip of it upwards along your skin, keeping his face hidden under your t-shirt and grumbling against it, "Stay at home with me today." His face rubbed over your stomach then up to your chest, burying his face between your breasts shamelessly,

"Jungkook... Stop." You suddenly squeaked in surprise, back arching off the couch at once with a tiny moan accidentally escaping your lips from Jungkook's sudden movements, "Hey... quit it. I have to go get dressed soon." You started to giggle, feeling the light scratch of the unshaven stubble on his chin roaming over your chest, "That tickles! You need to shave your face. I can feel your beard growing." You could feel the goosebumps already starting to line your body, the delicious scratch of Jungkook's facial hair scraping along your skin. 

He wasn't growing a beard out or anything on purpose. Just forgot to shave since he's been on a break for so long. God, it felt good though. He looked good with it too. A small patch of a stubble and a light pattern of a moustache starting to make its appearance onto Jungkook's face. Making him look matured and more manly than you thought he could.

Your boyfriend smiled against your skin, ignoring you and rubbing his cheek over your stomach before playfully nibbling over the skin, "Stay at home with me and Bahm." You could feel Jungkook's frown against your skin and you sighed, your hand swatting at his head under your t-shirt, "Bahm hasn't spent any time with his mommy." Your shirt moved with Jungkook's head when he nodded, his face dipping lower and pressing against your lower stomach for a moment before leaning back up and pushing between your chest again,

"Hey-- What are you doing?" You gasped softly when Jungkook kept pushing his head under your shirt, hearing him inhaling the fresh laundry smell of your clothes, "Get out of there, Jungkook... now." You complained but he pretended not to hear you, burrowing his head further into your body and inhaling the soapy scent of your skin deeply and then starting to rub his face along your skin until he was pressing his nose and rest of his face into your chest between your breasts again, bunny teeth nibbling over your flesh while he whined about your plans for the day, "I don't know why they always want to hang out with you. They're so annoying." He continued to complain, his voice muffled from having his whole face smushed between your breasts, "I can take you shopping, babe." Jungkook whined again, a small sigh leaving his mouth as his soft lips started kissing down your sternum, "Cancel on those losers."

The embarrassing blush began to stain your already flushed cheeks, your head tipping back against the cushion under your head and your thighs doing a small shake around Jungkook's solid form. You continued to protest his actions but you could feel your face heating up the more he touched you anyways. It was too early for this. Too early for you to be in the mood especially since the two of you had just got home from the motel you stayed in last night. 

You both had finished taking a shower not too long ago. Washing off the sweat from last night. Washing off Jungkook's cum still leaking out of you. Washing off your lipstick from Jungkook's skin. And washing off the mess of feelings you went through after meeting Jungkook's old flame at the club. Using the shower as a way to refresh your mind and body. You felt better now and you forgot about Sora. You knew you would never see her again (or so you thought). And you made sure Jungkook knew that you both would never step foot in that club ever. But were you ready to get dirty all over again? Maybe. Possibly... yes. You always were when it came to J.K.

And why would you agree to go shopping and have lunch... With his Hyung's? Fuck, how Jungkook hated to have you leave his sight. Even if you were spending the day with the two band-mates he trusted the most. It was his only day off for the week and he was hoping to spend it laid up just like this with you. 

Jungkook didn't know you were out on the hunt to buy him something special just because you wanted to though. You had something in mind. Something that seemed innocent enough that Jimin and Hobi wouldn't suspect you of anything but also kind of freaky deaky if they really, really thought about it. You were hoping you'd find the items today and surprise your boyfriend with it tomorrow... if everything went smoothly.

"Jungkook, no offence but every time we go shopping together, we end up in the dressing rooms doing the unthinkable." You sighed softly, reaching up and rubbing tiredly over your face as you yawned, "I want to buy you a gift. That's why I can't go with you, okay?" You hinted to your boyfriend, trying to push his head out from under your t-shirt but he refused to move,

Warm, playful kisses traced between your breasts with Jungkook's face pressed between them. His head hidden under your t-shirt and his lips planting kiss after kiss along your chest then dipping down to your stomach, teeth dragging over your soft skin and earning him yet another fit of giggles leaving your mouth, "But still..." His lips pursed against your skin as he spoke, his voice raising on purpose to sound cute but it only made you give his shoulder a smack, "Wait, what gift?"

"H-Hey!" You squeaked again when Jungkook started kissing down your stomach, making your body jolt up a bit at the ticklish sensation, "It's a gift for a reason, babe." You gave up on trying to get Jungkook to remove his face from under your shirt, letting him roam his face around your body for no reason, "I'll give it to you tomorrow." You nodded, your lips pressing together for a brief moment when you felt Jungkook's warm breath fanning out over the waistband of your panties, "C'mon, Jungkook... Aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten anything since dinner yesterday." You hummed, eyes peeking over the couch and glancing towards the kitchen while his lips neared the top of your underwear and pressed a gentle kiss over the material before he finally pulled his head out from under the shirt,

"Hm. Come to think of it... You're right. I haven't had breakfast yet."

You started to sit up when Jungkook's head popped out from under your shirt, about to swing your legs off the couch and stand up to head towards the kitchen, "Exactly. So... Let me make you something to eat—" You yelped in surprise when Jungkook gripped you by the ankles, "Hey-- Let..." You felt your throat go dry when Jungkook put his hands on you, moving them from your ankles then upwards along your calves, "Come on, Jungkook. Stop playing around." Your voice came out meek and you shook your head, already starting to feel flustered, keeping your eyes on his and feeling your cheeks begin to flame with heat when you both locked eye contact, his precious, espresso coloured irises swallowing you up with his stare,

"안돼 (no)." Jungkook stopped you from moving around with his hands. Grabbing you by the knees now just before you were about to roll off the couch, "That's not what I mean." You could see the sinful smirk starting to play around his mouth, that stupid fucking lip piercing making him look all the eviler while he shook his head and smiled at you, "I want to eat you." He put emphasis on the word 'eat' then he had your thighs pushed back open in seconds, the strong weight of his body coming down onto yours in one go and pinning you against the couch. You had no other choice but to let yourself lay back, the force of your massive framed boyfriend's body knocking the wind out of your lungs and making you land against the sofa with a thump, "And then I'll make you breakfast." He mused with a smile, pulling the towel around his neck off and tossing it against you with a smack, "Lay this down."

Jesus. This man. IhatehimIhatehimIhatehimIhatehim. 

You couldn't help but shiver at the words your boyfriend said to you. Jungkook had the type of personality that could easily make you give in to him. He didn't mean to be so captivating. Didn't even believe he was either. But he could get you out of your panties so easily. He was charming and attractive that way. Looking at you with his deep, round eyes. His cheery smile on display. Light dimples kissing his cheeks. Pink lips spreading into a lazy grin. The sunlight of your windows bringing the natural light into the apartment and making Jungkook look so warm and peaceful. 

He truly was your home. Your safe haven. He was everything to you. You loved to go out with him. Loved to go on little spontaneous dates when he had the time. Loved him taking you to his company's bars and restaurants to show you off. You loved it all. But being at home like this with him looking all domestic was absolutely perfect. Getting to see the side of him without the fancy makeup, jewelry and expensive outfits was everything. Something about him with tired eyes and pimple patches on his skin made you feel all the more attracted to him. 

You felt so lucky to be able to see this side of Jungkook. I mean, sorry to the fangirls. But they'd never get as close to this right here. Don't get me wrong, you loved to see videos of him in his performance outfits with his hair styled and makeup done. Doing jumping jacks backstage and voice exercises before a show. He was gorgeous that way too. But there was nothing better than this. Nothing better than your boyfriend in his black Calvin Klein boxers hovering over you on your comfortable couch in the apartment the two of you shared together. 

This is the Jungkook you loved the most. The Jungkook you loved more than life itself. Him just existing was enough to get you to do anything for him. You loved him. Loved him so much that you had no issue throwing it back for him 24/7. In fact, you wanted to. Sex was never important in a relationship to you but ever since Jungkook... You needed to be intimate with him. You craved him every second of the day and in any way possible. He was just that good and that addicting. You truly couldn't stop yourself. You didn't want to stop yourself. Why would you? You deserved to feel good. And you deserved Jungkook. 

That didn't stop you from complaining about it though,

"Jungkook, you're the most irritating man I've ever met." You started to complain but lifted your hips and spread the towel under your body anyways then raised your arms when your boyfriend grabbed the hems of your t-shirt and pulled it up. Allowing for him to tug the shirt off your body, "So irritating... or should I say... trustfrating." You continued with a teasing laugh once your shirt was yanked off from over your head, your arms crossing behind Jungkook's broad shoulders after he took your shirt and flung it behind him hard and made it smack into a painting hanging on a wall, almost knocking the entire canvas down to the floor.

Did he care? Of course not. You didn't seem to mind either. Freaks. You held tight onto your boyfriend while your fingertips ran along his smooth skin, dragging the tip of your nails down his back while your eyelids fluttered closed. He wasted no time and hid his face against your neck, lips pressing over the warm skin then playfully biting over your earlobe,

"You have jokes, huh?" Jungkook mused as you made fun of him, his face pressing further against your neck and humming low at the feel of your skin against his stubble, "Mm.. baby... You're so soft." He commented, a set of bunny teeth playfully biting over your collar then the front of your neck, "When was the last time I did something like this for you, huh?" The tip of Jungkook's tongue flicked down the front of your neck when he spoke, small sucking noises started to fill the entire living room as Jungkook's mouth moved along your flesh, biting and sucking over the skin until he got to your breasts, "When was the last time I made you cum all over my mouth?" He kept questioning you, his chin resting between your breasts while he looked up at your face, making you reach up to push his head to stop him from looking up at your face from such a god-awful angle, "Tell me."

You reached up behind your head and gripped onto the armrest of the couch with both hands, your head tipping back against the cushion under your head while you thought, "Fuck, I don't even remember... it's been a while." You muttered quietly, "Maybe too long." You started to laugh, your head lulling to the side when Jungkook leaned over and kissed over the curve of your breast now, "What makes you think you can still make me cum with just your mouth though?" You hummed out to your boyfriend with a shaky breath and he only started to smile in response to the challenge, lips trailing over to your taut nipple before his teeth playfully bit over it, making you jump lightly at the feeling, "Mm... Junggie. That feels so good." You teased the name to him with a soft moan and Jungkook instantly pulled his head back, letting go of your nipple between his lips with a lewd pop,

"You know I hate that name." Jungkook grumbled out to you, "Even though I kind of like the way it sounds when you call me it." He confessed quietly, lips quickly moving to your other nipple because he didn't like to give just one attention, "I've been selfish lately, huh? Sticking my dick in you without giving you the love your body should have." Jungkook intentionally ran the curve of his lip piercing over your nipple and your back arched against his mouth once more, shaking your head dismissively while he flicked his tongue around the sensitive bud, "I should take my time more often with you." He kept mumbling and you were already a mess, unable to form a sentence to answer him and tell your boyfriend to shut up.

You inhaled a shallow breath, your nails digging deep into the plush fabric of the armrest above your head, "You do take your time with me, J." You corrected your boyfriend, shaking your head once more, "You're always patient with me. And you always give me the most mind blowing orgasms with or without your mouth." You spoke truthfully, eyes stuck on Jungkook's glorious looking forehead when he reached up to brush his shaggy fringe back, his eyes meeting yours as he circled the tip of his tongue around your nipple, "Fuck— You're so good to me and you don't even know it." You forced yourself to keep your eyes on Jungkook's even while he sucked your nipple into his mouth, the wet sounds of his tongue and lips sucking over you making you moan his name out loud as the pleasure already began to make your spine tingle, "God... You take good care of me. You feed me. You spoil me..." You started listing the things Jungkook did for you, watching the way his smile started to grow wider when you began praising him, "—You fuck me so good too." You began to smile yourself, your lips curving into a tempting grin, "That's just a bonus, Junggie." A small giggle escaped your lips and you watched Jungkook trail his lips further down your chest after he gave your breasts some much needed attention,

"Junggie." Jungkook made a 'tch' noise at the nickname but this time he didn't tell you to shut up and stop calling him it. He was beginning to enjoy hearing you call him that name and imagined how funny the look on Sora's face would be if she ever heard you referring to him with that name too. Sucks that you'd never see her again. Or would you? Hm. Jungkook hummed quietly, his tongue darting out of his mouth to trace circles on your skin with the tip of it from the base of your neck all the way down to your stomach, "I can treat you even better though." He spoke with a small smirk along his lips, "Give you my last name... Make you my Mrs. Jeon." He mumbled, peeking up with you with his eyes lidded and lips brushing over your belly button, 

"Make you a millionaire."

There it was. The infamous challenge of wanting to do more than he already does. What more can Jungkook even do? He bought you an apartment. Bought you a Mercedes. Gives you all the attention and affection you could ask for. There's nothing more he could do. You had it all. You were living the dream.

"I don't even want to be a millionaire, Jungkook." Your voice was as small as a whisper, letting go of the armrest behind your head that you've been clutching onto for the last 20 minutes with one hand to reach down to Jungkook's hair, pushing the dark brown locks back away from his face so you could look at him, "I want to be yours." You let the tip of your finger trace over his cheek while you nodded, "I want to be your Mrs. Jeon." A soft smile caressed your features, eyes glittering under your boyfriend's gaze, "Wanna be your wife... one day." You mumbled cheekily, lifting your hips as you felt Jungkook hooking his fingers at the waistband of your panties, "I'm a great girlfriend. I'd make an even better wife." You played along with him, lifting your leg and placing it up against Jungkook's bare chest once he got your panties off, "What do you think?"

'Great. Cause' I already got the ring picked out and everything.' 

Jungkook almost said the thoughts in his head out loud. Catching himself before he made himself look stupid. Instead, he simply smiled at your response to him, tugging your panties off and bunching the skimpy material up within the palm of his hand, "What do I think?" He smiled in thought, bringing the panties up to his lips and pressing a kiss over the front of it, then flicking his tongue over the material, moaning under his breath at the taste of you already soaked through your panties, "What do I think... hm... I think your pussy tastes so fucking good it makes me wanna propose right now." He grabbed your ankle, and tossed your panties behind him, making the underwear land onto the other side of the couch before pressing your foot against his chest as he leaned down and kissed over your toes, "I like this color." He commented on your fresh pedicure then he started kissing along the top of your foot, trailing his lips upwards against your leg, his teeth etching over your skin before pushing your thighs apart and letting out a satisfied hum at the sight of you as he leaned down, fitting himself between your thighs, "Might just have to pop the question right now." Jungkook muttered more to himself than you, nestling himself onto the couch comfortably and reaching up to grab at your inner thighs, squeezing playfully over your skin,

"What's stopping you from proposing?" You breathed out, watching Jungkook with lidded eyes as he sucked over your panties. Shameless. He was so shameless sometimes it almost made you embarrassed. "If I taste that good, you should propose right now." You teased him, lifting your leg and hiking it up to rest along the top of the couch as Jungkook laid down between your thighs. You had a good grip on the armrest behind your head while your other hand instantly reached down to the top of Jungkook's head, your fingers carding through his straight, still damp, chestnut colored hair, "You know I'd say yes." You smiled, gripping his hair between your fingers and pushing his head downwards to where you craved to feel him, "I'd say yes in a heartbeat." You nodded, biting over your lower lip as Jungkook allowed you to press his face against you,

"Say yes in a heartbeat, huh? We'll see about that." Jungkook muttered, nosing over your thigh while you guided his face to you, a small grunt leaving his cherry colored lips at the feeling of your fingers in his hair and against the back of his head, "I'd propose in a heart beat." He mused and peeked up at you, giving you a playful wink before you moved your hand from his hair to the back of his neck, practically yanking him towards your clit now.

You knew your man loved it when you took control. Jungkook absolutely adored it when you showed him what you wanted. Taking him by the head and pushing him right to your clit. Bringing him to the place that needed the most attention. He loved it. Earning yourself a moan from your boyfriend when you guided his face to your aching core. He let out a deep groan. The sound coming from the middle of his chest and sounding more sexier than anything you've ever heard. A noise to make you know he enjoyed every little thing you were doing. 

Some people thought oral was a chore. Not Jungkook. No, ma'am. This was Jungkook's favorite sport. And he wasted no time getting to work to show you how much he loved doing this. Holding your thighs apart and burying his face between them. His face, nose and mouth pressing up against you at once. Making you instantly let out a lewd moan in delight when he kissed over your clit,

"Oh, Jesus." Your nails raked over Jungkook's scalp, your head falling backwards against the couch and your eyes gluing to the ceiling. He pressed soft kisses against you. Kissing over your clit slowly. Lips moving against it. Pressing tender, gentle kisses along the sensitive skin. He was slow. Not diving right in like usual. He was pacing himself. Taking his time with your body and wanting to lowkey show you how much he appreciated you. Allowing his lips to glide along your clit. With his lip piercing and all. Just caressing you like a feather. Placing open mouthed kisses over you until you were pulling impatiently on his hair. Silently begging Jungkook to do more. Praying for him to start making you see stars just the way he always did.

And he did just that.

The soft pair of lips on your clit pressing kiss after kiss over it soon turned into gentle flicks of his tongue. Careful caresses then changing into his tongue pressing flat against your clit. Lapping at you as slow as he could. Wanting to savour the way you tasted. He let his tongue roam over you. Wandering along the bud of sensitivity and making your body arch up against his mouth in pleasure.

You started to hyperventilate at the feeling almost. Your breathing accelerating and your eyes glazing with desperation when you felt his tongue finally pressing up against your clit, "G...Good boy." The words barely came out of you but you managed to say them anyways. Cheeks flushing at your bold choice of words. You inhaled shakily, gripping onto the couch with one hand and holding tight to the back of Jungkook's head with the other. Hanging on for dear life and feeling your hips instantly beginning to rock in tune with his tongue flicking and sucking over your clit in the most sinful way possible.

A small moan left Jungkook's mouth. Your words echoing in his head like a bell. He didn't ever think he would ever hear a praise like that from you. Calling him a good boy? It felt surreal as if he was dreaming. In case you didn't know or haven't figured it out by now. Jungkook thrived off your compliments. He loved being praised. He adored you for starting to be more vocal with him. Complimenting him whenever you had the chance and even telling him how good he was whenever he was guts deep inside of you. 

He was used to hearing how good he was at everything. But it was different hearing it from you. Hearing you praise him unlocked a new kink Jungkook didn't know he had... a praise kink. It encouraged him to keep moving. To keep his face pressed between your thighs. Burying himself into you and keeping his tongue flat against your clit. Allowing for you to grip the back of his head and use his face to make yourself feel good.

"Just like that." You rasped, eyes fluttering shut in bliss for a moment before you opened them again and took a peek down at your boyfriend, "Fuck." You shook your head and looked away quickly, adverting your eyes to the side and choosing to stare at your television stand instead out of pure embarrassment. You just couldn't look at him like this... Or at least you thought you couldn't. You thought you weren't able to look at him but here you were. Shifting slightly and feeling your gaze trail from the television stand back to Jungkook. Your face flushing when you took another peek down at the man helping himself to you as if he was starving. Jesus christ. You dropped your head back against the cushion under your head when he began to swirl his tongue on you in a way only he knew how to do.

Was that the moon you were seeing or the stars? You couldn't tell. Your whole world started to spin as the pleasure flowed in wavelengths through your body. Feeling your boyfriend tracing the number eight over your clit. Or was that a circle pattern? You had no idea. All you knew was that you were begging him not to stop sooner than you expected. Pleading with Jungkook to keep doing exactly what he was doing because you were seeing the entire galaxy on your ceiling right now. You could feel the sensation in your toes. Making them curl and then feeling your thighs twitch, threatening to squeeze closed and squish Jungkook's head between them in the process, "Keep going." You encouraged Jungkook with a moan, pulling and tugging on his hair while you tried to steady your breaths, "Fuck. I want to feel your fingers inside of me." You whispered, shaking your head quickly while you spoke, "Right hand." You commanded Jungkook once more, peeking down at him between your thighs and letting out yet another raspy moan the second you locked gazes with your boyfriend,

Jungkook moaned more than you when he was busy between your thighs. Making sure you knew how much he fucking loved making you feel good. Enjoying the way you tasted. Living for the way your wetness coated his tongue. He let out a satisfied groan with his tongue pressed up against your clit, flicking it downwards and gliding it over your entrance, circling his tongue around it before playfully dipping into you just for a second. A second too long since you were already gripping onto his hair and pulling impatiently onto the locks. His mouth went back to your clit. Soft lips pressing over the sensitive bud again. Placing tender kisses over you then tracing the tip of his tongue in a circle over your entry before his lips were back on your clit again, sucking and dragging his tongue along this precious part of you while he kept your legs spread. Two firm palms holding your thighs apart and squeezing over the flesh every now and then to let you know he enjoying this just as much as you were.

Jungkook glanced up at you when he heard your voice straying away, catching a glimpse of you with your eyes closed tight and lips parted while you moaned his name. It gave him goosebumps to hear your voice moan his name that way. You sounded like music and Jungkook knew all about that. You were his favorite song to listen to. With your sweet voice raising octaves and the soft little whimpers you'd make when he had you seeing stars. It truly was a melody he didn't want to stop listening to.

Jungkook pulled back a bit when you commanded him to put his fingers inside of you. A proud smirk along his face while he reached up with his right hand at your request, two wonderfully tattooed fingers pressing over your entrance and rubbing over it, "Right hand, huh? Wonder why." He let out a soft chuckle, lips pressing against your inner thigh and biting into the skin as he used his index and middle finger to coat your wetness with it, "Relax, baby." Jungkook commanded you, his index finger pushing into you slightly already. 

He admired the way you made yourself relax the second you felt him probing over your entrance. The most enjoyable thing about sex with you was that you gave all of yourself to Jungkook. You submitted to him and melted against his touch in a way no one else ever had. And because you did just that, Jungkook wanted to give you everything. Every part of him. Everything he owned. He'd put it all in your name just because you deserved it. 

Jungkook was head over heels in love with you. He would give you heaven if you asked for it. But right now, he wanted to give you hell. He wanted to bury his fingers as deep as they could go inside of you. To make you cry his name out into the entire apartment. You didn't have to worry about other motel patrons or neighbors now. This penthouse was the only one on the floor and it belonged just to you and Jungkook. Your home together. A place where you could let loose and be comfortable together. Anywhere. In the bedroom. In the kitchen. Bathroom. And now... newly; the couch.

Just as Jungkook was about to push his finger all the way into you, the familiar instrumental tune of 'Agust D' by.... well, Agust D started to play from your phone, both your heads snapping towards your phone ringing and vibrating along the coffee table.

"Who the fuck is that?" Jungkook grumbled and peeked up at you, not recognizing his own Hyung's song while his mouth still trailed over your clit. He furrowed his brows, pulling his fingers back from your entrance and leaning over the couch to get a look at who was calling you, "Don't answer. We're busy." Jungkook gave you a look but you ignored him, "Wait, is it Yoongi calling?" He finally recognized the tune of Agust D's song and looked up at you, groaning out loud in annoyance, "Somebody better be dying." He shook his head in irritation as he spoke, pressing his lips together tight while you reached for the phone, "Whatever. I'm not stopping."

Who else could it be, dummy? 

Yes, that's right, you had different ring tones for each member so are we really going to guess who was calling you right now? It was none other than Min Yoongi, of course. 

You were startled to say the least. Your phone hardly rang since you've been in Korea. The only member that called you often was Seokjin and that was usually to spill tea or complain about how Namjoon was driving him crazy. Everyone resorted to blowing up the group chat instead. So, it was bizarre for Yoongi of all people to call you. He hadn't hit you up since the last time you both spoke and you couldn't even remember when that was. Who still called people nowadays? Of course, Yoongi did. Our cute little grandpa who still didn't know how to use his phone yet. What could possibly be going on for him to pick up the phone and call you? You couldn't ignore him. Not even if you wanted to. And damn. You really wanted to.

You instantly sat up and reached over to the coffee table, snatching the phone off the tabletop with a huff. Your thumb hovered over the reject option on the phone screen and your lips pursed for moment before you sighed, "It could be an emergency." You whispered softly, trying to push at Jungkook's head to make him stop, "Wait, Koo." You whispered breathlessly, trying to sit up a bit better to get away from Jungkook who still kept his face between your legs. 

He purposely nuzzled over your skin, biting at your inner thigh and making the light scratch of his growing stubble caress over your skin. He knew exactly how to drive you to the brink of insanity but you weren't gonna have it. Not with Yoongi on the phone, "Hang on, baby, please." You breathed out and then sucked in a sharp inhale to calm yourself down, fingers reaching up to run through your hair before shooting Jungkook a look as he started to pull back from you, "I didn't say to move away. I just said don't do anything." You commanded him with a snap and Jungkook instantly obliged like the simp he was, your legs closing and his head resting on top of your thigh as you finally answered the call,

"Sugie?" You held your breath when you answered, hearing Yoongi's familiar and oh so wonderfully deep voice greeting you on the other end of the line, "Oh, Suga... Hey— I-" Your breath suddenly hitched in the base of your throat when Jungkook suddenly shifted below you and pried your thighs apart again. Your eyes flashed down to him and he looked up at you with a devious smile, "Jung--- I mean...Yoongi? I mean Suga. C-Can you say that again, Sugie? I almost lost the call." You stumbled over your words and reached down with your freehand, gripping a fistful of Jungkook's hair to stop him as he nestled his face between your thighs again,

Jungkook wanted to roll his eyes into the back of his head when he heard Yoongi's voice on the other end of the phone. He stared up at you in expectance. Hoping the hyung butt-dialed you like he always did to everyone. He tried to listen to what the elder was talking to you about. Tried to hear what was so important that you had to stay on the phone. But he got annoyed. He didn't like to wait. 

You were both just getting into the good part and of course, he had to get cockblocked, "Hang up, baby." Jungkook whined quietly but you ignored him and so, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Rough hands pushing your legs back open and yanking you closer to him when he leaned down to you, "Fine. Keep talking to him." He muttered under his breath and felt your hand instantly in his hair to stop him. Jungkook's eyes only flickered up at you. His piercing gaze on yours as he shook his head and held your stare within his own as he attached his mouth to your clit again. Instantly making your head fall backwards and your words become a stuttering mess,

"S-Suga... Oh! I think Jungkook left his phone in the bedroom or something." You shot a look down at your boyfriend, your hand already feeling clammy while you reached out and tried to swat Jungkook away from you, "...Of course I can come over." You tried to sound excited into the phone, but your eyes were wide and glued to Jungkook's face when he situated himself back between your thighs again, "I'd love to meet your girlfriend... We'd love to meet her." Your eyes rolled closed, and you laid back against the couch, reaching up with your freehand to cover your eyes as you clutched the phone tight in your hand while Yoongi kept talking, "Do...—" You paused for a brief second when you felt Jungkook's tongue invading your entrance. Pushing into you and starting to slurp up your juices. Fucking devil. He was so loud and so obvious you wanted to die on the spot. You could feel your toes curling at the feeling. It was maddening.

Normal Jungkook would want you to hang the call up immediately. But this side of Jungkook also wanted something completely different. He wanted to eat you out while you talked to his hyung on the phone. He wanted to drive you insane. Wanted to push you to the edge and have you snap. And that's exactly what he did. 

You could feel yourself about to cum while Jungkook lapped at your clit. His tongue dipping briefly into you before circling around your clit again. Then he was sucking over it. Eyes up on your face and making you blush crazily while you writhed and twitched under his touch. The hand covering your eyes immediately clasped over your mouth. You needed to get it together. You tried to focus on anything but your boyfriend right now. Forcing yourself to think of the worst things in the entire world as you fought to hold a conversation with Jungkook's band mate, "Do you need me to bring anything?" You almost grunted into the phone once you unclasped your hand from over your mouth, reaching down with the same hand and placing it on top of Jungkook's head as you peeked down at him.

He had his eyes on you the entire time and met your gaze when you looked at him. Making you shake your head in shame at your boyfriend, but you didn't push him away. Of course, you didn't. It felt too good to stop him... Even if Yoongi was still on the phone. 

You had zoned out already. Not even hearing exactly what he was saying. You think he asked you to pick up soju if you could. And you remember responding to him and now you were saying goodbye. Ending the call as fast as you could and gluing your eyes to Jungkook's head between your thighs. Your hand in his hair moving to the back of his head as you flung your phone carelessly to the carpeted floor, "I hate you so much right now." You breathed out, giving his hair a rude tug, "You make me do the stupidest things, Jungkook. I'm sure he could have heard you." You whispered, shaking your head and laying back down onto the couch, legs spreading and inviting Jungkook to get closer to you, "Whatever. Come here and finish what you started." You felt your face flush ten shades darker at your command.

Where did this bold and confident person come from? You had no idea. But you were loving yourself lately. Loving how carefree you've been.

"Yoongi's a fucking boomer. He didn't hear shit." Jungkook pried himself away from you with a smile, lips caressing over your thigh as he spoke, "You really thought I'd stop?" He shook his head menacingly and let out a teasing laugh, "You really think I'd stop when you taste this fucking good?" Jungkook clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and then licked over his lips, pressing them together to coat the taste of you over them before he broke out into a grin, "Right, what was I about to do?" He reached up with his right hand and hummed, his index and middle finger going into his mouth, sucking over them before he reached down between your thighs again, pressing the two tattooed fingers up against your entrance and starting to push them both into you, "Fuck. You're so wet." Jungkook commented in amazement, watching the way his fingers disappeared into you before he found his way back to your clit again with his mouth,

You tried to swallow. Tried to take a breath. Tried to form a thought. But your head was empty. You had no thoughts. The only thing you could feel was the blood rushing to your ears. Creating a buzzing sound echoing through your head which made your thoughts cloudy. A soft gasp leaving your lips made your breathing hitch. Mouth ajar with your face flushed as your chest began to rise and fall frantically. 

Jungkook had you completely speechless. The second you felt his fingers pushing into you, it was all over for you. Your walls clenched around the firm digits. Feeling the wonderfully euphoric stretch of your walls against his fingers. You lifted your leg a bit, hiking it back onto the top of your couch and moaning at the shift in angle. His fingers were so deep inside of you. Pushing at a set of nerves hidden within your body that Jungkook knew how to find so easily. Feeling a pair of soft lips mouthing over your clit at the same time didn't help your case either. You were going to cum... in a matter of minutes if not seconds. You could feel the intensity beginning to grow within the pit of your stomach. Churning and starting to heat up. The pressure in your body started to rise. Picture a kettle on a stove top about to start screaming. That's how you felt. The pit of your stomach flipped, your hand grabbing onto Jungkook's hair and your back starting to arch off the couch,

"I'm going to cum." You barely managed to let your boyfriend know. Keeping your hand on top of his head with the other cupped over your breast, tweaking your own nipple while you fisted your fingers within his hair, "Fuck—" You made a gasp, feeling Jungkook's tongue on your clit trace his signature infinity sign over it. Fingers pushing in and out of you so skillfully, your vision danced before you. 

You could feel an unexplainable pressure building within the pit of your stomach. This was a new sensation for you. The feeling that you were about to explode. The feeling that the world was crashing around you but you couldn't do a thing about it. Your toes curled and you shook your head, giving Jungkook's head a push to get him out of the way when the powerful release hit you. You almost yelled his name. Almost screamed. It was too much. Your thighs shook and you accidentally bit your tongue, your moan coming out strangled and broken, "Holy fuck." Your walls squeezed around Jungkook's fingers but he didn't stop. Didn't move out of the way when you pushed him to and this was his downfall... or so you thought it was. 

You went through a series of feelings. Ecstasy, shame, bliss. Everything. And Jungkook kept pressing you for more. Massaging over your g-spot and somehow making the orgasm last longer. Your body quivered, the pressure you felt within your stomach suddenly disappearing and a small projectile of fluid squirting out of you at once. Landing on the towel below your body and thankfully not on Jungkook. You gasped in shock. Eyes widening in disbelief but you couldn't say a word. The pleasure making your entire body freeze up in confusion.

Yes. He just made you squirt.

You immediately covered your face with both hands in shame, your legs forcing closed with your boyfriend's fingers still inside of you, "I--I'm--" Your head shook from behind your hands, voice shaking as you spoke, "I'm so sorry, I-... I didn't know... I've never done... that before." You rambled from behind your palms, refusing to open your eyes or move your hands even when you felt Jungkook's fingers slowly pull out of you then heard the familiar lewd, shameless sucking noise of him licking his fingers that were just inside of you clean. 

You continued to hide behind your hands until you felt two palms grabbing at your knees and pushing your legs apart as your boyfriend pulled back from your body,

Jungkook glanced down at the wet spot on the towel under your body. Wow, kudos to him for having this towel or he knew you'd be making him buy a whole new couch. He admired the area on the towel for a second then looked at you. 

He wanted to laugh a little. You were splayed under him with your hands over your face. Your thighs visibly trembling still and your chest rising and falling slowly as you caught your breath. He wished he could take a picture of you. You looked like a piece of art to him. Should he paint this image of you one day? Or would you kill him for it? Jungkook thought you looked beautiful. He burned the sight in his head. Pushing the image to the back of his mind for later purposes. Fuck, you were so hot. He didn't know what to do with himself anymore.

"Jagiya..." Jungkook called out to you but you ignored him, shaking your head once more in embarrassment, "Baby." He muttered again to no avail. He then decided to lean up to you, hands reaching for yours and pulling them away from your face at once, "Hey... hey, look at me." He commanded you although his voice was gentle and full of tenderness, "What are you apologizing for? Look at me, princess. C'mon." He cupped your chin and made your eyes meet his own, giving your jaw a squeeze while he leaned in and reached up with his freehand, smoothing your hair away from your face, tucking the locks behind your ears and planting a soothing kiss to your forehead, "What are you sorry for? That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen." He mumbled in awe, eyes round and full of admiration, "Did it feel good?" He questioned you as he zoned in on your mouth, closing the space between the two of you and pressing his lips against yours, "Tell me how it felt." He whispered into the kiss, tongue forcing its way between your lips and making you taste yourself off his mouth.

You squeezed your eyes closed and wrapped your arms around Jungkook's neck, pulling him closer to you as you kissed him back, inhaling a shaky breath as you let yourself melt into the comforting kiss, "It felt..." You whispered back to him, keeping your eyes closed when he broke away from your mouth to let you speak. You took a breath and your eyes finally fluttered open, looking up at your boyfriend in bliss and wonder, "It felt incredible." You nodded sheepishly, feeling the heat on your skin only become hotter,

"Then why are you sorry, kitten?" Jungkook inspected your face, a warm gaze in his eyes while he looked you over, "If it felt good, why are you saying sorry to me." He started to chuckle, "You're something else." Jungkook sighed, strong arms sliding around your frame and pulling you against his wide chest, "This is what I'm here for." His lips pressed into your hair, fingers brushing down your back while he buried his face within your hair, mumbling while he inhaled your shampoo, "I'm here to make you feel good. To try different things with you..." He pulled back and cupped your face, making you tilt your head to look up at him once again, "Believe me when I say that was single handedly the sexiest thing I've ever seen you done. Don't feel embarrassed. I'm learning too. We're both teaching each other." Jungkook smiled fondly at you, a finger caressing gently over your cheek, "This won't be the last time you do that. Trust me. I think I found your sweet spot and I'm gonna hit it every time now." He mumbled, pulling you against his chest again and feeling the heat between the two of your bodies radiating straight to his heart.

Fuck, he was so crazy about you.

You were quiet as Jungkook spoke, wanting to divert your gaze to anywhere but at him. He was right. What were you thinking anyways? What part of your sex life with this man was normal? He had your body doing things you didn't think it could do and he was right there by your side enjoying it all. He didn't tease you about it. Didn't find it gross that you basically just did something Jungkook thought only existed in Namjoon's porn library. He was in awe of you instead. 

Jungkook thought you were his Wonder Woman. He didn't even realize how turned on he was until he felt the tent in his boxers pitched high and throbbing with desire from what he just witnessed. God, he was in pain. The erection hurt from how hard he was, but he couldn't look away from you. He thought you were so sexy. So unbelievably attractive. Everything you did amazed him. Jungkook didn't even want to fuck you even though his cock was begging some attention. He just wanted to look at you. To live and spend the rest of the day under your watch if he could.

Fuck, why did you have to leave?

Your eyes glanced over his shoulder to check for Bahm, hearing him scurrying around in the bedroom rather than in his crate. Thank you, lord. Poor dog. You thought to yourself before feeling your boyfriend forcing you to look up at him. You blushed under his gaze. Those hooded, siren-like eyes enveloping you and making you feel butterflies start to form within your stomach. You had no more words to say other than, "I love you." Which you finally mustered to whisper, hiding your face within Jungkook's chest and pressing a thankful kiss to his skin, your arms sliding around his torso and pulling him closer to you, "I'm hungry now." You muttered after a moment and heard your boyfriend start to chuckle against you,

"Let me clean you up and then I'll make you something to eat." He nodded, pulling away from your body and reaching for the towel before you did, "It's okay, honey. Let me do it." Jungkook mumbled, carefully pulling the towel out from under you after you stood up from the couch, "Come." He grabbed the towel and rolled it up, then snatched your panties off the corner of the couch, taking your hand and watching you wobble as you stood on your own two feet, "You okay?" He hummed with a smile, taking your hand and bringing you against him while you tried to cover yourself up with one hand,

"My shirt." You pouted lightly, pointing with your lips to the crumpled-up t-shirt sitting on the floor across the living room behind the two of you, "What's wrong with walking around naked?" Jungkook asked, glancing over his shoulder at looking at the discarded shirt on the floor of your apartment, "Okay. I'll let you wear one of my shirts after I clean you up instead. How about that?"

"Deal."

...

"I'm already late, Koo. Jimin's waiting downstairs." You whined against Jungkook's lips, feeling your boyfriend's fingers stuck in the belt loops of your jeans, pulling you closer to him and pressing his body against yours as he continued to kiss you,

"Mm... give me another one." Jungkok smiled, pressing another kiss against your lips, "One more." He chuckled, letting you kiss him again, "Again." He mused, cupping your cheeks with both hands and peppering more smooches against your lips before you pulled back from him with a dreamy sigh, "Fine. I'll let you go." He muttered but refused to move, keeping his arms wrapped tight around you,

You started to break the kiss from Jungkook only for him to pull you back in for another, "See you at Suga's?" You gave into him with a defeated sigh and mumbled out to him between kisses, "I'm so excited to meet his girly friend." You giggled, pressing one final kiss to your man's lips before pulling back completely and leaning down to slide your feet into a pair of sneakers, "I bet she's cute just like him. Or a total badass. I bet she has a nose piercing or something and doms Suga." You chirped excitedly, straightening back up and adjusting the button-up you had on. You could feel Jungkook's eyes on every inch of your body while you reached into the closet and took out your favorite leather jacket out, "Did he tell you her name? Or anything?" You questioned your boyfriend, turning to take a peek into the mirror hanging by your entryway table, fixing your hair and smoothing the locks that were tied into a neat updo, "Do you even know who his girlfriend is? He never showed you a picture or anything?"

"Nope. He never said a word. None of us except you knew he was dating until now." Your boyfriend hummed, arms crossed over his broad chest and leaning by the wall in the hallway with his eyes on your back, a hungry gaze trailing over your ass then to the back of your head, "It's going to be a surprise for all of us." His eyes trailed over you, a longing sigh escaping his lips at the sight of you. 

You were dressed in a pair of pants and a simple button up shirt. Buttons on the shirt splayed open to reveal a teasing view of your cleavage. The leather jacket fitting nice and snug on your body with a brand new Birkin on your arm that matched the outfit perfectly. Your entire ensemble made Jungkook shift awkwardly on his feet while he watched you, wishing he could do nothing but pin you against the wall right now and have his way with you, "You look so hot, babe. Damn. Like a biker chick." Jungkook blurted, "Better not let Jimin or Hobi steal you away from me." He mused, rubbing over his chin with his fingers, "Don't forget the soju either. I already sent you the money for it."

Money?

You whipped around to face Jungkook after hearing him mention money, reaching into the back pocket of your jeans with an audible groan, "Not again, Jungkook. How many times do I need to tell you I have money? And not to mention, I'm about to close on my house in my city. That profit alone will probably allow me to retire before I even finish school." You grumbled, tugging the out phone to look at the notifications on your screen,

[ 98 unread messages ] - The Bangboys groupchat

[ 16 unread messages, 1 new image attached ] - Jinnie Jin Jin

[ 6 missed calls, 2 new voicemails ] - Mom

[ WIRE TRANSFER – ID: J.J.K - ₩4,710,878. ]

"JUNGKOOK. Why the fuck do I need---" You quickly did the exchange in your head, your eyes wide and frantic when you looked at your boyfriend, "--Soju doesn't cost five grand, Jungkook! Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you high? Are you out of your mind!?" You locked your phone and pushed it into your purse this time, rubbing at your forehead in exasperation while you glared at this insane man you called your soulmate, "You're crazy. You're gonna go broke! Stop sending me money, you big fucking idiot. Oh my God. Cancel the wire right now. Do it. What are you looking at?! Ugh. Give me your phone, I'll do it." You stepped closer to him, reaching for the waistband of his pants to drag his ass over to you,

Your boyfriend only smiled as you began to yell at him, shaking his head as he pulled himself off the wall and walking over to you, grabbing his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and handing it over to you when you pulled him closer to you. "You could try to cancel it but it won't work." He gave you a challenging smirk, "Just buy yourself something pretty with it. A new bag. Some albums if you want..." He trailed off with the last comment, shoulders shrugging nonchalantly, "...You could start collecting my merch. Pull some cards with my face on em'" He looked at you and smiled, his arrogant grin across his face, "Since I'm you're bias now and all." Jungkook's smile only widened, his signature cocky grin greeting you and a small laugh leaving his rosy lips, "Put me on the back of your phone like my fangirls do." He shrugged again, taking his phone back from you and pushing it into his pocket with a smile,

"Shut up. I'll see you at Suga's and then when we come home, I'm going to kill you." You jabbed your finger into the middle of Jungkook's bare chest and pushed him away from you, spinning around on your heels and reaching for the front door, "Don't be late either because I don't wanna be stuck with your band-mates and Suga's girlfriend on my own." You grumbled, opening the door with a swing and looking over your shoulder at Jungkook, "And I hope I pull everyone's face except yours when I get my albums. Know that." You shot him a cheekily smile then rolled your eyes, walking out of your apartment dramatically and hearing Jungkook laughing at you from behind the door, 

"Dumb ass." You mumbled to yourself, tugging your phone out of your purse as you walked down the elevator and looking at the back of it, "Idiot doesn't even realize his own face is already on the back of my phone." You glanced down at the photocard in the clear case of your phone and smiled, tossing the device back into your bag as you pressed the button for the elevator.

...

Jungkook stood by the front door after you left, a soft laugh leaving his lips while he locked the doors up. He sighed out happily and leaned against the door, tugging his phone out of his pocket once more and unlocking it, scrolling through his recent call list and tapping on a name, pressing the phone to his ear while he stood there with a hand in the pocket of his jeans, 

"Hey. She's gone. Think you can come by in 15?" Jungkook mumbled into the phone as he watched the security footage of you leaving the apartment, "No. She has no idea. Why would she? Okay. See you in 10." He nodded, ending the call and shoving the phone into his back pocket with a small smirk playing around his lips before he turned around and headed for the bedroom to finish getting dressed.