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You curse under your breath at your stupidity for the tenth time. Curiosity had gotten the best of you and you simply wanted to know what your pussy looked like when gushing, when so blissfully stimulated by wave after wave of vibrations. Since you couldn’t find a mirror, you settled for your phone camera. And since you couldn’t focus on what you looked like from all that erotic stimulation, you pressed record to view it back later. Who knew your sticky fingers would betray you? 

Puddles drench your shoes, sogging your socks as you run towards your brother’s little coffee shop across the street. You peer in through the rain-streaked windows. Namjoon left Jungkook in charge, a decision you encouraged him to reconsider, but he seemed adamant that his best friend is responsible enough to keep things running smoothly for a day or two. 

He’s not completely wrong, but you know Jungkook has a tendency to be impulsive. He might change the menu on a whim or redecorate to fit his aesthetics instead of Namjoon’s. 

The now closed shop looks clean, though. Chairs rest on top of tables and the floors gleam under the golden fairy lights. It somewhat surprises you, but you’re too consumed with worry to dwell too much on that fact.

Noticing it’s emptiness, you assume he’s left when lightning strikes. It lights the shop and flashes the image of Jungkook behind the counter, one hand frantically moving by his waist with the other holding up his phone. In the darkness, the phone screen is bright enough for you to know exactly what he’s looking at. Panic and humiliation flood your features, heart dropping to the pit of your gut. The familiar silicon tail of your white vibrator sticks out between your spread legs, which now shake from your impending orgasm. 

Jungkook bites his lip. His head rolls back just to right itself again and he continues to stare at your stimulated form. When you grab the underside of your thighs, lifting your legs higher and displaying a clearer image of your pussy, he loudly groans to himself. It’s not long before streaks of white shoot out from under the counter, smearing the walls above the coffee machines.

Did he just… 

He throws his head back as another rope of cum shoots out. His shoulders shake, buff chest heaves and Adam’s apple bobs with exhaustion. His hand moves slowly now, but intentional. 

You moan, fogging up the glass. 

Wide doe eyes snap to the window. The panic within them softens when they meet yours. A smirk tugs on the corner of his wet lips. Pierced brow quirked, he turns the ending video towards you. The reel of you cumming, legs a trembling mess and body riling in your bed, plays to completion. The video alone is not as arousing to you, but held in the hand of a still masturbating Jungkook makes you shiver. 

You press your legs together to relieve some building tension and find your vibrator stretching against your clenching walls. Having been absorbed in your fear, you forgot to pull it out before getting dressed. You’re not even sure you’re wearing any panties, having pulled on the biggest sweater you can find and rushed over. 

Jungkook chuckles at your flushed features. As he tosses his phone on the counter, he nods towards the door. 

He can’t be serious. Does he really think the two of you can have a normal conversation after the shit he just pulled? You told him, countless times over text, that the video was an accident. You sent it by mistake and under no circumstances should it be discussed any further. If Namjoon finds out you’ve hit on his best friend, you’d never hear the end of it. And if he finds out how Jungkook reacted to it, you’re sure that would be the end of their friendship. For seven years, you’ve kept every overly friendly thought about Jungkook locked away in the darkest corner of your mind, never to be referred to again. It can’t all be in vain now. 

The squeak of your docs echoes in the quiet shop. The zip of Jungkook’s jeans soon follows. He glances over his shoulder, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face, and chuckles, “Came for a show in return?” 

His sticky hand presses against the clean counter. The streaks of his cum slowly drip down the wall behind him. It’s suddenly hard to keep him hidden in that mental corner. You shift your weight, lingering by the door. 

“Please delete it,” you quietly request, voice uneven against the muffled rainfall. 

Ego wavering, Jungkook grabs his phone and swipes his thumb around before showing you his screen. “You never said not to watch,” he explains with a lick of his lips. “There’s just a bunch of messages that say not to mention it.”

You understand the confusion, the reason behind his actions now. He thinks this is an invitation for a relationship, or at the very least, a night of obligation-less fun. Either one needs to be kept from Namjoon, all of which you inexplicably imply in your cryptic messages. 

“I also said it was a mistake.”

“So why didn’t you tell me to delete it sooner?”

You bite your lip. You tell yourself you don’t reply because you’re not strong enough to and it has nothing to do with the fact that you knew he’d listen. It truly was an accident, but did you want him to watch it? Did you rush over here hoping to make sure he did or didn’t?

Given your silence, Jungkook seems to draw his own conclusions. You can already tell you don’t like them, that resurfacing smirk enough of an indication. 

“Well,” he sighs, standing straighter and wiping down the counter. “It’s gone now. So you can skip back home, sweetheart.”

Jaw tight, you glare. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

That smirk widens into a knowing smile. “But you get so cute when I say it,” he chuckles.

“I get angry,” you correct. 

“And it’s so cute! You do this little pout and try to glare at me and I seriously can’t handle it when you clench your fists- Oh! You were just doing it!”

You shove your hands in your hoodie pocket, face hot all over despite the wet cold the rain leaves you in. Is that why he’s always picking on you, always calling you by that stupid nickname? He likes seeing you so riled up. 

Could he be keeping you locked in the corner of his mind too?

“Excuse me for trying not to choke you.”

A condescending, uproarious laugh leaves him. He throws back his head, eyes gleaming with arrogant amusement when he looks back at you. “You don’t even have the guts to touch me, sweetheart,” he challenges. 

Maybe you aren’t kept anywhere within him, not before tonight anyways. This could all just be an off-night, a one timer, a tiny moment of weakness where both of you can’t seem to shake the idea of the other naked. 

Naked. Jungkook… naked. Buff chest out, tattoos on full display and his cock standing tall. He came a lot. You wonder just how fucking big he is. You once saw the outline of it at the pool last summer. His swim trunks seemed to have trouble keeping him in place, straining against his huge length. The implied sight of him made you so wet that day, you had to excuse yourself twice to get off in one of the washroom stalls. How the hell did he manage to tuck himself back in now?

You can’t help the bite behind your words as you reply, “I don’t think you’re in a position to decide what I am or am not capable of.”

He glances at his phone. You already know what he’s thinking about. The small silver balls of his brow piercing twinkle as he raises it. “I can always put us in one.” 

Embarrassment festers in your chest at the fact that you’re more surprised by his words than the fact that you’re willing to take him up on his offer. You’re not sure what his intentions these last few years of knowing each other have been, but you’re certain now that he’s interested. Whether for the night or not, you want him. You need him. 

With the way you witnessed him fuck himself, you just know he’s going to be deliberate with the way he touches you. He’d be rough in his grips. In his kisses, he’d be soft. Unless he’s teasing, of course. You just know he’d be brutal with his mouth when he’s playing around. 

Your sweater is tugged up and over your head before you can think through your actions. You toss it aside, forgotten somewhere on the floor with your sanity and inhibitions. Naked, save for your docs and knee-highs, you make your way towards him. 

His hungry eyes have trouble keeping still. They shift all over your body, lingering around your bouncing breasts. He swallows thickly once you’re finally within reach. Your body trembles when his warm hands settle upon your cold skin, gripping onto your hips. You hadn’t noticed the cold until his touch. Your nipples almost sting as they harden, back arches upon feeling the droplets from your wet hair stream down. 

Jungkook forces his eyes off your body long enough to search your eyes. He pulls you closer, raising his brow when you comply. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s hesitating, second-guessing this entire situation. 

Have you come on too strong? You weren’t sure that was a possibility with how this moment came about. He did just provoke you too, right? You didn’t just make that up. 

Thumb gently rubbing against your skin, he dips his head low to meet your eye line and asks tentatively, “You sure about this?” 

Your hands fist his shirt. He puffs his chest out, biting his lip. You can feel his nipple right under your thumb and gently flick it. He presses his fingers into your hips, issuing a silent yet rough warning. 

When you breathe a moan, he rests his forehead against yours. “There’s no turning back if we do this, sweetheart,” he whispers. “We can leave now and pretend nothing happened.”

“Is that what you want?” Your voice betrays your intentions to remain composed, sounding small and weak. You just couldn’t help asking with the way he’s been stalling. 

He shakes his head. 

A smile you can’t fight settles on your lips. Your body acts on it’s own, pressing right into him. Those tightly gripped hips push against his. A hard bulge meets your pussy, leaving a vicious enough impression to make you gush around that vibrator. 

Your craving for him intensifies and you decide that you’ve lost all control over your body. As long as you're in his embrace, you’re going to indulge in every filthy urge that consumes you. So, when your hand flies up to wrap around his strong neck, you don’t fight it, don’t even question it. You simply hold his gaze and whisper, “What was that thing you said about my guts?”

Eyes drowning in malicious arousal, Jungkook swallows thickly. Voice dropping to dangerous levels of desire, he hisses,“They need rearranging.”

His face is between your breasts in seconds. He takes over so seamlessly, it’s as if you never held his neck in your hands, like you never really held any power in the conversation. Arms wrapped around your middle, Jungkook squeezes your body as close as he can against his own, sucking and licking at the valley of your breast before finally committing to one. His warm tongue swirls around your left nipple once, twice, and by the third time he’s peering up at you teasingly. 

Fingers lost in his hair, you tug at the ends in silent reply. One of his eyes twitch beneath that brow stud at the sensation before he sinks his teeth around the taut nub, nib, nib, nibbling viciously like a starved man. 

No clenches of your jaw or bites of your lip can suppress your moans, no matter how hard you try. You don’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing he can control you so easily, but perhaps you’re already past the point of self-redemption. He knows what you left behind when you took that sweater off. Perhaps he knew it when you hit send. A part of you can’t even begin to care about how much you’re risking. You’ve sunk into him now and you don’t think you can convince yourself to turn back, even if you tried. 

You arch your back, pushing your chest further in his face. He chuckles around your nipple when your head rolls back with a breathless moan. As one of his hands slides up to cup your other breast, you realize that he’s not obsessed with your body as he is with your voice. He tugs and twists your nipples with both his mouth and fingers to hear you whine and moan, specifically for him. 

“Say my name,” he orders with your nipple between his teeth. The tip of his tongue flicks at your nipple so deliciously, if you focused hard enough, you could probably cum to it. The vibrator pushing against your tightening walls still isn’t doing you any favours. 

Voice breathy, breaking already, you meekly moan, “J-Jungkook.”

A deep groan leaves him and unsettles your stomach with dreadful desire. Gushing, you roll your hips into his again. 

Panic momentarily flashes in his eyes. Bulge throbbing against you, he shifts his weight. You’re about to wonder if he’s changed his mind when he engulfs what he can of your breast in his mouth. Sucking, tongue twisting and eyes fluttering shut, Jungkook practically makes out with your tit. His kiss is frantic yet calculative, head shaking and tilting to get every inch of you. 

Gasping, breathless in your wordless confessions, you gently massage his scalp. The gesture issues the attention of a single eye peeking up at you. The lick of your lips provokes him to flatten his tongue and drag it up along the curve of your breast, neck, chin until it finally meets your lips. 

Jungkook brushes the tip of his nose against yours, hovering a kiss you think he might never offer. Why does he keep hesitating? If he’s second-guessing this so much, why is he so determined to keep you locked in his arms, right against that huge dick of his?  

You’re about to question him when he catches your lips with his. He starts soft, uncertain and tentative. When you kiss back, however, he leaks that closeted passion with a bite of your lip. His tongue soon plays with yours and you realize all this time you weren’t simply craving a fill of him because of a hidden crush, but because you’ve always been curious as to what the fuck his lips feel like. All those times you couldn’t stomach watching him kiss his exes was not because you’ve been feeling sick, but because those girls were not you. Those lips were not yours to praise and worship with your own. 

That shirt needs to be torn. These jeans need to be tossed. You don’t care which one of you does it as long as it gets done. You want to feel his chest on yours as he grinds against you. Would he keep his lips attached to yours, or let them explore the most sensitive parts of your neck? Would his hands hold you in place, or roam and grope what they can? 

Sloppily unbuttoning his shirt, you’re tired of guessing. You want to feel it for yourself. If this night is all you’re going to have of him, then you better ease every one of these filthy thoughts you’ve been ignoring for years. 

Jungkook picks up on your intentions quickly. He helps you reveal his chest, lips never leaving yours. His shirt comes right off, apron next and as he works on getting his jeans down his legs too, you pull away and take a moment to gaze upon his torso. 

He’s just as beefy as you remember, tattoos extending from his arm to his left pec, decorating it so beautifully. You can’t resist the urge to pinch his nipples, rolling them between your fingers. He smirks as he watches you indulge, straightening his posture so you get the best image of him possible. 

Carefully peering up at him through your lashes, you place a chaste kiss upon his tattoos. He bites his lip and runs a rough hand through your hair. Fingers latching to your roots, he tugs you away before you can do anything more. Your neck cranes back, at the mercy of his touch, as he towers over you. 

“Teasing won’t make this any easier for you, sweetheart,” he warns in a whisper. You shiver against him, much to his amusement. After a wet peck of your lips, he hovers his mouth over yours and licks at it. “That’s just what you love doing, isn’t it,” he questions between little licks of your lips. When you furrow your brows in confusion, he clarifies, “Just like you did in the tiny bikini last summer. Walking around with your ass out like the precious fucking whore you are.”

He… he was watching you? You were staring at him all day, why the hell didn’t you notice that? Is that why he was so fucking hard? Is that why his girlfriend at the time left so suddenly in such a huff? 

Jungkook presses you back against the counter. You think he might bend you over it, but he’s too obsessed with your face not to shower it with attention. Forehead resting against yours, he bites on your lip and gently groans. “You’re so fucking hot,” he thinks aloud in a broken whisper. 

“You should’ve just fucked me then.”

His hands come down to grip the fat of your ass. He smirks as he kneads each cheek, ripples of his warm breath fanning over you as he chuckles. “I was so fucking tempted to bend you over the fucking diving board in front of everyone. I wanted to smack,” he growls as he spanks you, “this fucking ass for bouncing around my face like that.” 

A loud squeal echoes in the empty cafe. Jungkook spanks you some more just to hear you cry out for him again and again. He then jiggles each cheek in his hand because he can, because he’s obsessed with the way it ever so slightly claps for him. 

He laughs at the sound, smugly raising that pierced brow. “Already applauding me, sweetheart?”

He’s so infuriating, you can’t help gushing for him. You’re sure there’s a sticky, stringy mess between your legs by now. Nails digging into his shoulders, you huff an annoyed sigh and whine, “Just fuck me already, Guk.”

“Need my cock, baby?”

“Fuck, yes. Please fucking ruin me,” you beg, scratching at his muscular biceps. Your voice is pathetically weak, on the brink of dryly sobbing and he’s barely even touched you yet. 

Jungkook props your leg up and over his shoulder, forcing you to relocate one of your hands to grip the counter’s edge behind you. “Whatever you want, sweet-” He pauses when he spots the silicon tail of your vibrator shoved in your pussy. 

“Oh—you fucking slut,” he smirks through a vicious hiss. 

“I left it by accident,” you meekly try to explain. 

A growl of a laugh vibrates right off his chest and into yours, resonating so deep within your bones that they begin to tremble with desire. “Just like the video? You really expect me to believe you didn’t plan this shit?”

“I didn’t!”

“You’re a filthy,” he pulls out the toy, “little,” he tosses it aside, “whore.”

Rounding your eyes, you exaggerate a pout and sweetly ask, “Does that mean you’re going to fuck me like one, Gukkie?”

Two fingers push deliciously slow into you, scissoring against your tight walls. You reach your other hand back to hold onto the counter and keep you stable in his arms. Head rolling back, you let out a whiney moan. Jungkook takes the opportunity to pepper your newly exposed skin with wet kisses. His fingers curl to repeatedly press down on that sensitive spot of yours you can never really reach because your hands are not as big as his. 

Perhaps the most compelling part is how his huge cock pushes between your asscheeks. You can feel the tip around your tightest hole. So big and meaty you know that it will probably never be able to properly fit in your pussy, let alone your asshole. 

“Pussy already a mess,” he mutters more to himself between tender, sloppy kisses. “Were you thinking about me when you were playing with yourself, sweetheart?” he breathes against your jawline before grazing his teeth against it. 

Of course you were. His name is always on the tip of your tongue when your legs are spread. Is that information he really needs to know, though? You’ve already exposed so much of yourself, would confessing this really be such a travesty? 

“Do you think of me?” you find yourself asking instead. 

“I say your name,” he growls. “You’re the fucking reason I can never keep anyone else.” 

He imagines you? When he’s with other girls, he pretends they’re you? You can’t help wondering what the point of that is. If he really wanted you, why didn’t he make it known? It can’t just be for Namjoon’s sake. Then again, it is for his sake that you never told Jungkook how you were feeling either.

“I thought of you fucking me into my bed,” you confess in a frayed whisper. His fingers make it hard to utter anything coherently. You just have to let him know, though. You have to make sure he is fully aware of how badly you’ve wanted him all this time, too. 

Since you met him at fifteen, you wondered what it would be like to be his girl. You always thought it was just a little schoolgirl crush until puberty really settled in on him. At nineteen, all you can think about is how good his cock would look, lodged right in your throat. It only took a couple more years to confess anything of the sort and you’re not about to potentially let a chance to taste him slip away all because of fear and pride. 

Jungkook pulls his fingers out to slide up and gently rub them at your clit. He moves his hands up and down a few times, smirking at your quivering lips as you moan for him. “You should know I’d fuck you anywhere, sweetheart,” he whispers over your lips. Softly kissing you, he slightly tilts his head and mutters delicately against them, “Just promise to cream my cock tonight.”

“I-I’ll do it every night.” 

It seems that’s all he needed to hear. One hand around your lifted thigh and the other pinned to your side, Jungkook elevates your hips enough so you’re standing on your toes and slowly pushes himself in you. Your eyes twitch at the slow stretch, pussy hugging that big cock like a virgin. You’re almost glad you’re not one, knowing you’d never be able to take him so seamlessly without cumming at least twice. Even now, once does not seem enough. 

He then pauses, breathless voice hissing, “Shit, I forgot a condom. I don’t even know if I have on-”

“Fuck that,” you whine, righting your head to find him staring at your breasts. Clenching around him out of habit when horny, you watch him set his jaw, struggling to hold himself together. “If you don’t cum inside me then-then wh-at the f-fuck is the point?” 

Jungkook chuckles, provoking your own shy giggles. His cheek rests against the side of your knee as it rests over his shoulder. Smirking lips grazing your skin, he teases teething kisses. “You’re so fucking gorgerous,” he sighs, gaze lost in yours. 

Your face flushes, chin tucking in your chest as a shy attempt to compose yourself. Why must he be so sweet when he’s about to ruin you?

Cock throbbing, he licks his lips, tongue brushing your skin, and smirks, “Should I stay like this, sweetheart? You feel so good warming my cock with that juicy pussy,” he whispers with a throaty groan. 

You whine, throwing your head back more in frustration than arousal. “Gukkie, please! Please, we waited long enough already,” you practically cry, brows furrowed and face crumpled in lust. 

He falls weak to your pleads, further pushing himself in. A collision of hissing moans fill the rain muffled silence of the coffee shop. It smells more like sex than caffeine now, or perhaps you’re just hoping it does. You can smell Jungkook’s body wash, the rich coconut oak scent overwhelming your senses. By the end of the night, you want to be dripping with both his cum and scent. When you meet up with your friends tomorrow, you want them to know you’ve been railed by Jungkook with a single whiff. 

“Ah, baby,” he grunts with that first forceful thrust. 

The lifted angle of your hips ensures he hits you right where you need him, over and over. Your name tumbles right out of his lips paired with dirty confessions. “I knew this pussy was made for me,” he sighs before sucking on your thigh. 

“I-I knew this co-ck,” you take a moment to swallow thickly. Jungkook is all too amused not to raise a brow. He bites his lip to hold back a chuckle as you continue, “was too big-g for me.” 

“So fucking cute,” he hisses before leaning forward for a deep kiss. He sips on your soul with every swirl of his tongue, drowning you in all that he is. 

Strong frame towering over your meek one, Jungkook practically pounces on you, pound, pound, pounding like a fucking jackhammer. You can barely make out much of his words with the rattle of cups and the coffee machine. A few cups fall, shattering with the crackle of the thunder. Coffee beans scatter the floor. All of Jungkook’s hard work is squandered over making sure you get that rearranging of your guts he promised. 

“That’s my girl,” he growls. “Take this fucking cock, sweetheart. Take it like the little slut I fucking know you are.” 

You really want to believe that it isn’t the use of a possessive pronoun that trails you closer to the edge. You want to convince yourself that belonging to him and only him is not what’s making you scream louder. The tremble of your legs and tightening of your pussy is because of his unwavering pace and force. It’s not because he just claimed you, stretching you out so fucking well that no one else can even dream of comparing. 

But the lies only hold up for so long. Especially when he tugs at your lip, sucking on it, only to let go and breathlessly purr, “My nasty little girl.” 

“Y-yours,” you mewl. 

No hesitations, no questions. In this little shop, you belong to each other. You revel in one another over and over and over again, bodies locked in lust and hunger. 

Jungkook sucks on your inner thigh, asking against the sensitive skin, “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” 

He knows you are. You know he feels the impending clench of your pussy getting tighter and tighter, feels the clear shake of your entire body. Your knees buckle that he’s become your only chance of standing. 

Asking only gets him off all the more. You catch the addiction to power in his gaze as he visually devours you. He adores watching you so consumed by him, for him. You’re tempted to send him that video again to be sure he remembers what it feels like to control you like this. 

When his lips crash into yours again, you come undone. The twist of an orgasm you didn’t even really know was growing, snaps in waves of ecstasy. It overwhelms your senses, blurring your vision and clouding your ear enough to muffle every sound. Even with the grip of the counter behind you, your body quakes so much you almost fall right out of his grasp. 

Jungkook is quick to wrap his free hand around your waist.  He buries his face in your breasts as you arch right into him, muttering something about how good his little slut is. 

“Smell so fucking sexy,” he sighs. “Bet you taste even better.” 

His tongue would be a dream but you want to feel him fill you up. All of which you make known, begging, “Cum in me, Gukkie. Please, please, please!” 

He doesn’t need much more convincing, biting down on one of your tits as he pulls in deep. That mess he previously made on the walls of the shop, is recreated in your sloppy pussy. Your eyes twitch, mouth hung open at the sticky, warm feeling of his load shooting you full. He slows his thrusts down as he finishes himself off. He pulls out and brings along streams of himself, dripping right out of you. 

Pussy a creamy mess, he makes you his. 

Praises on the tip of your tongue, you’re about to tell him just how long you’ve wanted this, how fucking good he makes you feel. 

But then the lights flicker on. Namjoon stands at the doorway, drenched in rain and staring in shock at your entangled bodies behind the counter. The both of you make quick work of detaching yourselves, pouring frantic reassurance that- 

“It’s not what it looks like!” 

It’s too late. He’s furious. Tossing you the hoodie you discarded by the door, Namjoon waits until you’re dressed. He can’t bear meeting your apologetic gaze. You receive the silent treatment. 

Jungkook is not as fortunate.