Warning: [M] For and the unethical treatment of English... sns

항상

“What is the speeee-da bump?”

You’ve been hiding under two layers of blankets (cause it’s too freaking cold in Seoul) trying to fall back asleep when the other’s voice breaks the silence. “What’s what?” Wiggling a bit, you make your way to the surface; your eyes struggle to adjust to the bright glow cast by a phone but inches away from Jungkook’s face. He’s squinting at the screen, mainly because he’s not wearing contacts, intensely as he studies whatever it is he woke up at 3am to google.

“I said what is the speeee-da bump? Or the cow-guul?”

Well . You sit up quickly to snatch away his phone and, yep, he’s looking at exactly what you thought he was. It’s only been a few hours since you practically passed out from exhaustion after three rounds of rough , but the awkward grimace that makes its way to your face is still hot with embarrassment. “How can you ask me so shamelessly, damn. Warn me beforehand.”

“Ya,” he takes the phone back and goes back to squinting, “This is important information. I have to educate myself.”

“On positions?” You deadpan.

He huffs and types something else in the search bar, “That’s why I was googling it. There’s a fine difference between the dog and the fox, you know. The sitting fox is better for penetration while the dog is -”

“Oh my god I can’t do this right now!” You throw the covers back over your head in an attempt to hide, “And it’s the kneeling fox, Jungkook.”

“Ah, really? I must’ve mixed it up after like the fiftieth position I looked up, cause, wow, there’s so many ways to -”

“KOOK.”

“-I went through and found the ones we tried too.” He states matter-of-factly, “Next time we should to mix it up some more, we mainly stuck to the ones that-”

“Please, spare me the details. I wanna sleep not hear a play-by-play of the worst decision of my life.”

He breaks off with a chuckle, “Ya, ya, I’m just kidding.” Reaching over he grabs the charger on the floor and plugs in his drained phone. “Anything goes with me,” he smirks and jabs your side with a finger. Soon he’s burrowing into the mattress beside you and draping an arm over your midriff; he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before closing his own eyes. “But there is one thing I wanna try...”

He’s been watching you from the corner of his eye all morning, but you’re actively pretending like you can’t see him breathing fire into his cup of coffee. Obviously you have to return to work and obviously the deal is still in place; you have to continue seeing Jung Hoseok each day, continue working one-on-one with the successful CEO, continue going to lunch briefings and dinner meetings. Nothing could annoy Jungkook more.

“Just transfer his case, what’s the big deal?”

“Jungkook, he’s promising to pump 3 million dollars into our company,” you sigh. You’ve had this same conversation at least four times over the weekend. “We need this investment.”

“But, baby, he’s all handsome and rich and handsome and who the makes a beta a CEO?” he stabs a butter knife harshly into an unsuspecting bagel.

Ahh, so that’s what his is about. Jungkook pokes at the plate a little more before abruptly standing to make for the bedroom. “Hey, hey, hey,” reaching out you catch the edge of his plain white t-shirt. He doesn’t have to go in today so he’s been moping around behind you as you get ready. “Wait a second.” He stops in his tracks, arms crossed across his chest and thin lips in a pout. Cute. “His status doesn’t mean anything, okay? It doesn’t matter.” Firm. You have to get it through his thick skull.

At first he remains silent as if mulling over the situation, but something must not click because he throws his arms in the air in frustration. “How does it not matter?!” He’s annoyed and upset and a bit distraught,  “Him being a beta means you could be paired easily! What if he can’t keep his hands to himself and tries to steal you away from me? How can I compete with him when what you really need is a beta or omega to mate with not a like me?!” His bare feet pace around the room as he continues on his rant, muttering about “Jung Ho-y” and cursing the fact he emerged an alpha. You let him go on for a while, nodding when he glares at you for confirmation but otherwise remaining silent. When he’s talked himself hoarse he sinks heavily onto the sofa. “I just-” he finishes lamely, “I don’t wanna lose this. Us.” The flat of his palm massages a tired eye, “We’re just figuring stuff out and I don’t-” a sigh. “I can’t lose you. Not to him. Not to anyone. Ever.” For the first time since he started talking he looks up to lock eyes; they’re reddening and it smells like rain. “We can’t let anyone get between us, okay? We have to stick together.”

He never listens. You cross the room to stand just in front of where he’s sitting and he parts his legs to let you in, grabs onto the back of your knees to pull you closer. “Jungkook...” A gentle hand rests on his warm cheek and he leans into the touch. You smile fondly, “You’re a ing idiot.” His eyes snap up, but you’re pushing his shoulders back to pin them against the plush cushion before they can even focus. Jungkook is more of a hands-on learner.

You make quick work of his shirt, the white fabric landing on the ground somewhere behind you. Cold hands smooth over the warm plane of his stomach and chest, drawing out a soft groan. “You talk too much.” A belt and dark pair of jeans join the shirt on the carpet floor; more shaky sighs escape into the air. “What was the thing you were talking about this morning?” The elastic band of his boxers snap against the pale skin, “The saddle or something?”

“T-the, um sultry saddle.” He looks like he’s having trouble breathing. Perfect.

“Sultry saddle...” You pull down on the waistband again then let it snap back into place, “Sounds exciting. What do I do?”

Jungkook has only been redder the one time in high school when he got pantsed in front of the entire school at a pep assembly. “You just, um, sit o-on me.” Well.

His is slowly starting to dig into your but you’re not quite ready to give him what his body’s telling you it wants. He needs to be reassured first. You back off of the edge of the sofa to kneel between his legs, keeping a hand pressed on his stomach to keep him lying stretched out with his arms above his head. “You’re so perfect, Kook.” Your tongue tracing a long, hard stripe along the bulge hidden by the dark fabric of his underwear has his hands shooting down to tangle in your hair. They tighten as you repeat the action, shake lightly when you puff a hot stream of air on the sensitive head.

“Baby-” he moans lightly, hips jerking a bit as you and , and bite around the crown.

“Shhhhh.” He stops speaking, but the volume of his moans increases when a hand reaches up to give his balls a rough squeeze. A whinny plea slips past his lips and damn how can anyone be this beautiful?

“B-baby. Baby, I-” he hooks his thumbs on the hem of his boxers as if asking for permission, then tugs down on them when he receives no objection. is fully hard and points upwards; his hand moves to pull on it almost automatically, sneaking in a few pumps before you can push it away.

The head disappears into your hot mouth drawing a low moan and a “F-ing .” He meets the quick up-and-down rhythm of your mouth with soft s; pants for every time the hand on his shaft tightens and releases. Pulling off slightly, you can’t help but feel light headed - Jungkook’s black hair is fanned out around him, soft and thick and black. Some parts stuck to his neck where sweat is starting to bead and others stick up at odd angles and you did that to him. He looks back you with starry eyes, traces the way your blouse shows the curve of your chest, how your shoulders rise and fall with each ragged breath, how the beating of your heart matches his. He knows he was right, that you’re meant to be together.

“I love you.”

You both freeze.

“I-”

“I-it’s okay. I-” the sentence breaks off.

The entire room is still, the intensity of the moment not lost, but waiting. Waiting because this is really ing important.

“Can’t you tell how much I want you?” It’s a simple question but Jungkook is slow, needs things laid out for him so he doesn’t overthink and complicate things. “I’m not throwing you away, ever.” He nods, slowly, carefully. Again. “Look at me,” you demand. And the heat is rising again from the second your eyes meet. He lifts himself up to bite down on your lower lip before pressing his mouth to yours with a sigh. The change in position has his sliding against the soft skin of your stomach where you can feel the soft pulse of arousal. “We’re gonna be okay.”

His breathing hitches with a “I wanna inside you” then you’re stripping down to nothing and hovering above him. You’re a little less than preped and Jungkook is packing eight inches, but you waste no time dropping down on him. It burns, but you moan through it because it hurts in the good way, because below you Jungkook is swearing and panting like he’s already on the edge. You inch your way up then drop back down, riding his hard and slow. He can only keep still for a minute before his hips start snapping upwards. You let him set the pace, it’s fast and rough, until your thighs are shaking and moans rising in pitch.

“Jungkook,” you squeeze your eyes shut and focus on meeting his s, “I’m close, baby.”

He moans in response and increases his pace, large hands gliding up your sides and cupping your chest. “Nnnngg me too.” The last movements are completely erratic as he chases his high and soon he’s coming deep into your body, back arching off the couch and voice cracking with a moan. The sensation of his warm seed spilling down your thighs is enough to push you over the edge as well, breath halting for a solid five seconds after your walls squeeze around his pulsing . Your first exhale is a moan of his name which he answers with his own low groan. He’s still lightheaded and short of breath but holy he couldn’t feel better - you’re together, figuring things out side-by-side, slowly, but surely.

You’re late for work. Surprise.

From: [Kid]

To: [Me]

Come back~ I miss yoooooooooou!

From: [y Princess Noona]

To: [Me]

No (-_-)

From: [Kid]

To: [Me]

Babyyyyyyyyy

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease

I don’t feel well T.T

From: [y Princess Noona]

To: [Me]

Ya really?

What kind of sick

Should I come home?

From: [Kid]

To: [Me]

Yes come home now

I feel really sick

From: [y Princess Noona]

To: [Me]

Shett ok

Should I bring medicine?

What hurts?

From: [Kid]

To: [Me]

My is aching

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

From: [y Princess Noona]

To: [Me]

ಠ_ಠ

Please go throw yourself off of something

From: [Kid]

To: [Me]

It’s truuuuuuu

I’m crazy hard right now

Come back

From: [y Princess Noona]

To: [Me]

I JUST left and I have a meeting in an hour

Leave me alone you creep

To: [Me]

An hour is perfect

We can try car

I have a feeling I’m a natural

From: [y Princess Noona]

To: [Me]

What are you

To: [Me]

Jungkook the god

Kneel before me

And while you’re there...

From: [y Princess Noona]

To: [Me]

I WILL BLOCK YOUR NUMBER

To: [Me]

Fine okay fine

Chill

…

I just pulled in the parking lot

From: [y Princess Noona]

To: [Me]

Give me 5 minutes

A/N:

Who said I love you first??? I tried to make it unclear mwahahaha!

I didn’t plan to write more , but since I didn’t update last week here you go ^^  It turned out really well, wow. How I would love to top Jung Jungkook //drools// My plans for the next chapter are not set in stone, but it’ll likely be more couple time. After that will come more self destruction and angst so buckle up.