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Coffee boy

Coffee was what pretty much fueled your life. You wouldn't be surprised if your parents had totally omitted the milk and baby food and started you off on lattes because your dependence on caffeine was no joke. There was something soothing about knowing that between your morning lectures you had a cup of bitter goodness awaiting you.
You owed coffee a great deal. Not only was it your form of sustenance through university life but it was what had led to the formation of your small tight knit friendship group.
You had hardly believed where your feet had been leading you when you had timidly knocked on the door of the Coffee Society headquarters. Most first years joined the cheer squad or respective society of their chosen subject. But no you had to indulge your addiction even further and seek your fellow caffeinated brethren. It turned out that your so called brethren were far and few between. Tragically your school lacked true coffee connoisseurs. At least that's what the society president Jin had told you with a dramatic sigh and tilt of his pretty head. You learn quickly that he was very much aware that his head was pretty, and that he had a penchant for puns his self titles group chat name for the society being "more espresso less depresso".
"You should get a tattoo of that quote," Taehyung had snickered as he added you to the groupchat.
And that was how you had found yourself a year later nimbly threading your way through the throngs of crowds until your eyes descended upon the quaint little side cafe Jin had given you all instructions to. Every week your quintet which comprised of you, Jin, Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung recommended a different cafe to the group chat and you all religiously made time to spend a hour of so talking and sampling the coffee in each venue. And this week it was a cafe of Taes choice, his taste veering closest to yours due to his love for old fashioned interiors and traditional brews, quite separate from Yoongis love of cat cafes and Jins chaotic attempts to get you all to try the new vodka latte fusion bar downtown.
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late I was just dropping off my essay," you gasped as the warmth of the cafe soothing your cheeks that were burning slightly from the chill outside.
"It's ok I just got here also,' Jimin said with his characteristic eye smile before placing his head inquisitively on Tae's shoulder. "Whatchu gonna get?"
"So this menu is really cute, I'm living for this alpaca latte," Jin enthused thrusting the menu at you eagerly.
"Isn't that just a normal overpriced latte with foam made to vaguely represent some sort of bovine animal," Yoongi muttered as he rubbed little circles into his temples. "Man I could do with just a straight espresso after finishing that dissertation..."
"Yoongi you know we have to be adventurous," Jin chastised him. "And you call yourself Vice President!"
"Didn't you just place that title on him because he's your roommate and you wanted to apologise for stealing his snacks," Tae cackled.
"Guys I think we have to place our order at the front," you interrupted the familiar bickering as you noticed that no barista was approaching your table.
"Aight- I'll have a Alpaca latte and Yoongi will have the Rose macchiato cos he needs more love in his life," Jin said before Tae made a retching noise.
"Get a room will you!"
"They already have one," Jimin mock whispered before you smacked him gently.
"What are you crackheads having then seeing as I'm the designated message carrier?"
Jimin considered the menu for a second before pointing a finger at the cinnamon cappuccino. "I'll have that it sounds festive."
Tae pouted slightly as he always did when he was thinking hard. "I'll have the cold brew."
"Tae you're gonna catch a cold," you warned.
"Being warm is overrated and plus this artist I really like drinks them when working- apparently it stimulates creativity or something!"
"I beg your pardon being warm is the shit," Yoongi correctly him sternly.
You laughed as you turned away towards the counter where the baristas produced their creations, still undecided as to what you wanted to order. You placed your forearms upon the smooth wooden counter as you breathed in the comforting aroma of freshly ground beans, inhaling it deeply so that it gently soothed your senses. Your eyelids fluttered shut for a moment as you realised that similarly to Yoongi, you could do with a strong shot of caffeine or two to stop you dozing off.
"Umm- excuse me? Did you want to place an order miss?"
Your eyes snapped open with a start as your face heated up as you realised you had actually dozed off at the counter.
"I'm really sorry...I..." you shook your head trailing off as your gaze fell upon porecelain hands which were embroidered with delicate tattoos. You slowly dragged you gaze upon and you swore your heart constricted slightly. The guy in front of you was so attractive that it was irritating. You felt the urge to simultaneously smack and press yourself against him, urges you managed to contain. You must really be sleep deprived. His clear doe eyes were wide as he gazed at you with all the innocent surprise of Bambi before he moved one of his inked hands to card through his brown waves that cascades just past his ears. In conclusion he was fucking Adonis as a bartender.
You realised you were gaping slightly and shut you mouth so hard that your teeth clinked painfully together.
"I'm so sorry I'm just exhausted at the moment-um..." you broke off as you scanned your mind trying to remember your friend's orders.
He stood there before you dressed with a simple elegance with his white barista shirt tucked over a slim fitting a ebony turtleneck eyes searching yours as he waited patiently for you to gather yourself.
You mumbled everyone's orders to him eventually and he nodded before looking at you expectantly once more.
"And what can I get you?"
You winced internally as you realised you'd completely forgot what to order yourself.
"Oh-I-uh-," you mumbled as you tucked your hair behind your ears awkwardly as you scanned the menu conscious of the growing queue behind you.
"How about the salted caramel mocha?" "They're a classic here and never go down wrong," the boy suggested softly gazing down as you waiting for you approval.
God. His ocean deep voice swept over you as you nodded mutely, face flushed as you turned away and stumbled back to your seat. Your entire body seemed to be in flames. Why was he so ridiculously attractive and why on earth did you have to fall asleep in front of him. Fate was not on your side this morning.
"Y/N?" "Are you feeling ok?" Jimin asked gently pressing a hand to your forehead as you shuffled back to your table carefully balancing the coffee as you set it down gingerly. "You feel really warm."
"I fell asleep at the counter and this barista woke me up and I was the reason there's a long ass queue," you moaned as Jin burst into a laugh.
"Told ya we should have just had espressos," Yoongi muttered darkly. "Finals week calls for nothing less."
"Damn he is a pretty boy isn't he," Taehyung mused as he turned to scab over the barista's form.
"Stop looking!" you hissed tugging at his pullover before you felt your gaze being inadvertently tugged to the boy across the room. He filtered and poured with perfect balance, every movement economic yet elegant. He would sink this teeth into his maddeningly rosy lips when he searched for something, his pearly whites breaking into the curve of his pout in such a way that made your core ache in a way that left you utterly embarrassed. This barista had done nothing but the bare minimum and you were lusting over his strong yet delicate form, sculpted forearms and honey skin? Finals week was really laying wreckage to your hormones huh. Every few minutes he would flick black his chocolate locks in concentration as his brow furrowed gently as he focused intently on moulding foam or gently sifting on cacao power. Once his clear eyes had flicked up and you had turned away as if burnt by scalding coffee, burying yourself in Tae's and Jimin's latest conversation about their recent exams.
Summer break had arrived swifter than you had time to comprehend and this meant the departure of your coffee clan, none of whose families lived in the same city as their university. You had parted after taking several shots of espresso together, promising to FaceTime every week. You would miss them dearly. Summer was always a long and tranquil era in your life. It was more than often quiet and lonely leaving you with plenty of time to think and study at your leisure. Next year was your final year and you figured that you should get a head start. Much to your disappointment the convenient and friendly coffee shop next to your house had been closed as the family that ran it were away on their holidays. So that was how you found yourself back at the door of the coffee house where he worked. He had stayed in your thoughts longer than you had anticipated, his dark locks and innocent gaze haunting you. But you knew no where else situated near your home and besides the place was cosy and had served remarkably good coffee.
You entered through the door, the silver bell tinkling softly.
"Hello," a barista with deep red hair said with a friendly grin. "What can I get you today?"
You scanned his nametag-Hoseok. You felt your stomach dip slightly in disappointed as you realised that the beautiful boy most likely had gone home for the summer. Or quit. Or moved somewhere else entirely. You shook your head internally at yourself. You were here to study not stare at baristas no matter how pretty they were. No sooner had this affirmation flitted through your mind before the boy you had been musing over walked out of the store room cupboard arms piled high with boxes. You met his clear gaze and his eyes widened almost imperceptivity before he dumped the boxes on the counter. He had his sleeved rolled up and you could see more of the intricate ink that decorated his muscular forearms.
"Ahh man I forgot about those boxes-you serve at the till Jungkook- I'll put them around the back," Hoseok said flashing an apologetic smile at you before leaning over to hoist the boxes himself.
The boy-Jungkook-nodded hesitantly before coming forward towards the till, his eyes shyly averted yours as he fiddled with the pin machine.
"What was it that you had ordered miss?" he questioned his voice soft yet deep enough to demonstrate that he wasn't the schoolboy his innocent face suggested he was.
"I'll have the mocha please," you requested remembering how delectable it had been the last time. You hesitated slightly before adding, "It was really nice last time."
His eyes shot up to meet yours before smiling gently, his nose scrunching in a way that reminded you distinctively of a bunny.
You barely heard his next words but they were just decipherable.
"I'm glad."
This was how you summer gently and peacefully flickered by. You spent hours at the café, basking underneath the air conditioning whilst you guzzled litres of iced lattes. You came so often that you had struck up an easy friendship with Hoseok and even the owner of the establishment himself, Namjoon, knew you by name whenever he dropped by. Jungkook was more of an enigma. His dark eyes were so frequently downturned whenever you made an order or chatted to Hoseok that you questioned if he even wanted you there. Yet his face never failed to break into a small smile whenever you cheerily wished him good morning every time you swept into the coffee house and curiously he was always by the till whenever you arose to place your order. One time or two you could have sworn that he was gazing at you whilst you were working, feeling the heat of his intense stare upon your skin. You had placed it down to shyness and once when you had alluded to the boy's reticence when Hoseok was wiping down the table next to you he had chuckled.
"I don't know what you're on about, Jungkook is practically chatty with you." "You guys talked about the jazz music playing on the speakers at lunch right when you were ordering?"
You rolled your eyes. "It was a ten second conversation." "And he didn't look at me the whole time."
Hoseok laughed as he threw the rag behind his shoulder and wiped sweat from his forehead. "That's Kookie." "He prefers to be creating over talking."
"Kookie?" you questioned raising a brow. Cute
"Aha yeah it's a nickname of his-don't tell him I told you though," Hoseok grinned bashfully. "He's always insisting he's not a baby." "Anyway enjoy your coffee Y/N!"
You smiled at him before furtively shooting a glance at Jungkook who was watching your little exchange, brow furrowed adorably. Really cute.
You had just finished ploughing your way through a chapter on 18th century warfare when you heard a slight cough behind you. You looked up to see Jungkook shuffling awkwardly.
"Um-I'm really sorry but the café's closing now..."
You had barely noticed that the sky that been tinted a soft ochre as the sun dipped gracefully downwards. The lemon gold light illuminated one side of his face, casting gentle shadows upon the other. You could see the birthmark upon his ear and the soft sweep of his lashes in miniscule detail.
"Ah right yeah I'm sorry I got really engrossed in reading," you explained as you began to pack up your stuff realising that you were keeping him waiting when his shift was over.
"It's ok." "What were you reading?"
You looked up in surprise at the fact that Jungkook had voluntarily initiated conversation with you.
"History of warfare," you said with a grin. "Fascinating right."
Jungkook wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "I could never focus for so long on something like that."
"What do you study then Mr Interesting?" you teased. "Or is this a full time job?"
Barista work is just a part time thing to pay tuition but I actually got really interested in coffee once I started." "I study art, graphic design is my speciality," Jungkook explained. "I actually designed all the tattoos I have on myself," he said pulling up the sleeve of his white shirt to display to you his inked forearms in closer detail.
Under the rays of golden hour you could see every curve of dark ink against smooth skin in perfect clarity. Almost instinctively you gently traced an anchor he had upon his wrist in curiosity. "What does this one represent?"
His breath hitched slightly before you heard him gulp. You whipped your hand back mortified at what strange confidence had overcome you.
"T-that was the first tattoo I got," Jungkook stuttered. "When I decided to pursue a career in arts I knew it wasn't going to be stable or easy so I got an anchor to remind me of the things that were permanent in my life." "My family, my friends and-" he paused slightly as if embarrassed. "My passion for what I do I guess."
"That's really beautiful," you said meaning it. "I wish I was doing something I that consumed me with passion." "Like don't get me wrong I like studying history and all but-it's more of a thing where I chose the lesser evil in academia."
Jungkook smiled and you swore you could see his brown orbs sparkle with miniscule galaxies.
"What would you do if you had the chance to be free then?"
"Probably open a little coffee shop myself somewhere far away," you said with a chuckle. "Not that I know how to make it professionally but I'd learn."
"Huh?" Jungkook huffed in surprise. "Miss coffee connoisseur doesn't know how to make them herself?" "You've been spoilt." "You get your boyfriend to make them all for you?"
You frowned. Boyfriend?
"I don't have a boyfriend," you laughed awkwardly. "I spend too much time in cafes studying to have one."
"Oh-right-I just assumed that when you came in that first time-a group date-that is I assumed..." he trailed off into a mumble suddenly becoming incredibly interested in swivelling the sign on the door from open to closed.
"Them?" you cackled at the thought of dating your four best friends. "Oh god no-those are just my idiot friends- we're all in this coffee society together."
"Coffee society?" Jungkook shot you a humorous look. "You really are a nerd huh."
He ducked peering up you mischievously beneath his glossy fringe as you threw your eraser at him in protest. You felt a warm sensation in your chest as you realised that this was the real Jungkook that you had previously only witnessed when you had looked over to see him joking with Jungkook or on the phone during his lunch breaks. You felt a sense of satisfaction that after 3 months he was finally opening up and truly didn't hate you.
"To start you off with your coffee ownership dreams, want me to teach you the basics?" he offered.
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "Isn't your shift over though?"
He shrugged and rubbed his neck. "It's no big deal." "Unless you need to go-" he blurted out as an afterthought shrinking back into his shy persona before you interrupted him.
"I'd love to."
He relaxed visibly and shot you a beam that nearly blinded you with its effulgence.
"Let's start with a mocha." "They're your favourite after all right?"
You nodded with a grin as he handed you an apron with a mock bow.
"They're my favourite too." "You have good choice Y/N."
You felt your stomach drop slightly as your name rolled off his tongue and mentally slapped yourself. He was being kind enough to teach you how to make coffee nothing more nothing else. It was the summer heat. It was messing with your perception."
"First you gotta make the espresso," Jungkook explained starting the coffee machine. "My second favourite coffee," he admitted with a chuckle. "They pack a punch for those late night deadlines.
"My friend Yoongi, consisted on them and them alone for his finals," you told him having flashbacks of the zombie like create Yoongi had become before Jin had dragged him out to eat some real food.
"Then you pour it into the cup," Jungkook said concentrating as he poured the dark espresso neatly into the cup. "And then add the drinking chocolate for the sweetness."
You nodded enraptured with the way that Jungkook placed his full concentration into every action. No wonder ever coffee he had made for you had tasted like second heaven.
"Now this is the complicated part," Jungkook paused as he looked up at you eyes glinting with humour. "Make sure you keep up Y/N." "Your coffee shop dreams rest on this."
"I'll do my best," you countered resting your forearms on the work surface to lean forward to better see what he was doing.
So you have to steam the milk with the steamer attachment so that it has around 4-6cm of foam on top. Hold the jug so that the spout is about 3 to 4cm above the cup and pour the milk in steadily.
Jungkook began pouring with meticulous concentration and the smell of coffee began to drift amongst the café once more, giving it an intimate, heavy atmosphere.
As the volume within the cup increases you need to bring the jug as close to the surface of the drink as possible whilst aiming into the centre. Once the milk jug is almost touching the surface of the coffee you should tilt to speed up the rate of the flow," Jungkook said voice quiet as he took care not to spill a single drop.
"And as you accelerate, the milk will hit the back of the cup and start naturally folding in on itself to create a pattern on the top.""Voila."
Jungkook presented you with the finished cup and you felt you face flush as you realised he had created a heart.
Baristas do that all the time! you scolded yourself. Stop acting like a lovesick 12 year old!
"Thanks," you said taking a sip sighing with pleasure. "That's amazing-I had no idea it was that complex for real though."
"More to things that meets the eye," Jungkook said watching you intently. "I'm glad you liked it Y/N."
He met your gaze for what felt like an infinite second before he turned away, stretching slightly.
"It's been a long day, I'm just going to wash my face quickly in the bathroom, I'll just be out to lock up in a bit once you're done," he explained strolling away as he raised his arms above his head with a yawn.
As he disappeared into the staff bathroom you collapsed against the counter with a groan. That boy was going to be the death of you. It was consolation to you that you and him had developed a- friendship? You decided to tentatively call it that. You were just glad that now whenever you chatted with Hoseok you could pass a comment or joke at Jungkook without receiving silence or a slight mumble back. You had no idea he studied art but it made sense. Everything about the way he created coffee indicated an eye for detail and careful symmetry you knew artists would need. A harsh ring from your phone startled you from your reverie and as you checked the number you realised it was Tae.
"Hey!" you exclaimed. "How are you?"
"You haven't phoned me for ages," you heard Tae pout.
"I've been busy studying!" you laughed realising just how much you had missed your friends.
"Oh yeah?" "You still go to that café?"
"Yup, its cute and I can get work done easily cos its so close to home."
"Mmmhmm and the café's the only thing that's cute?" you heard Tae smirk into the phone and felt your face heat up as you hurriedly pressed the button that would remove him from speaker phone as you glanced furtively at the bathroom door. You felt a cold chill down your spine as your phone screen spasmed and froze Tae's voice still boomed through clearly.
"Just admit you like him already Y/N Jimin told me how you called him at 2am that other night complaining how you couldn't properly focus on that history essay because that cute ass barista had unbuttoned his shirt halfway cos of the heat," he cackled. "And he is hot and you haven't gotten dick in how long? A year?"
"Tae shut the fuck up" you hissed to no avail as his chortle echoed through the empty café. "Anyway good luck with him-what's his name-Jungkook? "Hope to hear that you've seen him with his shirt entirely off soon!" he guffawed before hanging up, your phone screen still frozen.
This was so sick and twisted. He must have heard. There was no way that in this silent café he couldn't have even if the tap was on. So you did the only logical thing you could do. You ran.
Summer had finished and gone and you were a week into your final term at university and you had yet to step foot back into the café. Your friends had done everything to egg you to go back but you had stubbornly refused glaring daggers at Taehyung who had half-heartedly attempted to hide his laughter as he apologised.
The thing was that you knew Jungkook. You knew how much it had taken for him to become even a little comfortable around you as a friend and the crude way that he had heard about your feelings for him would probably have caused him to retreat back inside that mask of his and shut you out completely. And you weren't sure that you could cope with that. So you stayed away. It was for the best. Soon enough he would forget about the little nerd girl that had haunted the café all summer and move on with his life with the people he loved. His anchors. Which you would never be.
So you enveloped yourself in your studies and friends like never before, attending all your coffee meet ups religiously and ensuring that you completed extra reading for every lecture you attended, keeping yourself so busy that sometimes you forget. But it was never for very long.
You were rushing from your home texting your group chat that you were going to be late because your bike chain had broken and now you had to walk. You scowled at your google maps that seemed to be directing you through the most meandering route. You squinted at the street name barely watching where you were going before you collided into a hard chest and gasp as hot liquid spilled down the front of your white blouse. A strong arm wrapped around your waist catching you to help you regain your balance and you looked up ready to spill forward a thousand apologies before you made eye contact with an achingly familiar pair of espresso hued doe eyes.
"Jungkook!" you gasped horrified as you attempted to back away before he pulled you closer to him so that you could smell the gentle vanilla scent of his cologne.
"Careful of the road," he mumbled his ocean deep voice sending goosebumps rippling over the surface of your skin.
"Oh!" Yes-thank you," you said utterly mortified to meet him like this, here, covered in his coffee, without a word to say.
After a second or two of agonised silence as Jungkook scanned your face, seeming as though he was trying to read your countenance, you broke the tension.
"I should be heading off, I'm sorry I spilled your coffee, how much was it?" you offered reaching for your purse before Jungkook covered your hand gently with his larger one to halt your action.
"You're going to catch a cold if you don't get changed, it's not summer anymore Y/N." "My flat is nearby. You can shower and change if you like."
Fuck you wished he would stop gazing into your soul. You found yourself dumbly nodding your acquiescence as he nodded with a slight smile and turned to lead you to his home. He was right, his flat was very close, you assumed he had just left the house to start his day in a similar way to you.
"So... how have you been?" you questioned awkwardly as you entered the lift together realising that he wasn't going to be the one to initiate any small talk.
"I've been better," he replied quietly.
"Ah well-is university going well," you asked clumsily wishing with every fibre of your being that you would wake up from this hellish nightmare.
He shrugged. "It's ok."
You were right. That unreadable mask was back. You weren't surprised. He was probably disgusted at you. He probably assumed you had come to café everyday in pursuit of him when he was so hopelessly out of your league. You felt a lump in your throat before furiously steeling yourself. You were going to shower, wear something clean, pay him for the clothes so you wouldn't have to return and never see him again so that you could move on.
He stopped at the first door from the lift and brought a bunch of keys before opening the door, gesturing for you to enter first. You shuffled through into his home, unable to prevent yourself from curiously examining the interior. It was neater than you had imagined a guys flat would be, everything was spotless from the pile of neatly stacked video games to the gleaming counter of his kitchen. You noticed an expensive looking coffee machine perched in the corner and recognised it from the one he had mentioned to you and Hoseok once that he was planning to buy. You felt a slight pang as you realised any easy conversations like that would never occur again.
"The shower is just in here," Jungkook said pointing at the door adjacent to you. "Let me know if you need anything."
You nodded gratefully before stepping into his bathroom before burying your face in your hands. You stepped under the hot stream of water, grateful for a chance to collect yourself. As you washed yourself you realised it was the same shower wash Jungkook used, its gentle yet fragrant smell distinctive. As you wrapped yourself in a fluffy cream towel you realised that you had forgotten to ask Jungkook for any clothes. Mentally cursing yourself you peered carefully around the door only to see a deserted flat. Maybe he had gone to another room. You stepped around gingerly clutching your towel tightly to chest as you padded through the living room. Your fingers had barely curled around the door handle on the opposite side of the room before you yet again crashing into a muscular frame.
"God-Jungkook-I'm so so sorry-I was-"
You barely had time to splutter an explanation for your situation before you felt a mouth, hot and hard against yours, kissing your with such as passion that you were positive that your lips would bruise. You barely had time to process what was happening before strong hands were lifting you by your thighs so that your legs crossed over a tiny waist and you were being led to a bedroom, towel unceremoniously falling to the floor. It was only then that he paused, pushing you against the wall as he pressed his forehead against yours breath warm as it fanned across your face.
"I missed you so goddamn much," he whispered harshly. "You just left and never came back."
"I couldn't... not after you heard," you replied averting your eyes from his.
He placed his hand beneath your chin and forced you gently but firmly to look squarely at him. He was as gorgeous as ever, cherry lips slightly swollen from your kisses, his normally innocent eyes blown wide with desire.
"You left because I'd heard?" he gasped incredulously. "Y/N if you had waited a second longer I would have come out and confessed myself. Hell the whole of the next day I had come in even though I wasn't meant to working to tell you I wanted to date you. But you never came."
Your breath hitched in your throat as the significance of his words washed over you. This achingly beautiful boy liked you back?
"I thought you barely even liked me as a friend," you whispered. "You were always so shy and never seemed to like the fact I was there."
Jungkook groaned burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I fell for you the second I saw you Y/N." "I'm not good with words." "But you need to know I adore you with every fibre of my being."
He gentle kissed your pulse point before biting down hard in a way that made you cry out, the mix of pleasure and pain intoxicating. You cupped his cheek with one hand, tracing heart patterns gently upon the smooth honey skin of his cheek.
"Show me how much then," you requested hoarsely noticing with a thrill the way his eyes glazed over with lust, miles away from the shy Kookie who had served you coffee with diligence every day.
His mouth was back on yours, but with less frenzied urgency now. His kisses started off soft and light as he gently assessed your response. You felt him smile against you as you dug your hand into his dark locks to deepen your embrace. He ran his tongue gently alongside the swell of your lower lip biting it suddenly in a way that made you gasp, granting him access for him to slip his tongue inside. He heightened the intensity of his movements now, his tongue thoroughly exploring your mouth as he began rolling his body against you. He tasted of coffee and an elusive sweetness, a taste which was addictive and you groaned in protest as he pulled away, lips slightly parted in exertion.
It was then that you felt his erection digging hot and heavy against the thin skin of your upper thighs. He instinctively rocked his hips towards you, the pair of you moaning in unison, gripping each other fervently.
"Bed," you commanded wrapping your hands tighter around his neck as he backed you up against his mattress before throwing you down onto the plush pillow, giving you no time to orientate yourself before he had crawled back onto you, eyes hungry as he attacked your neck. He alternated between harsh bites and gentle licks and kisses so as to soothe the skin and you knew that turtlenecks were going to become your staple wardrobe choice for the next week.
You tugged at his t-shirt as you became aware of just how exposed you were.
"Off," you mumbled. "It's not fair otherwise."
"Baby... you're so beautiful though," Jungkook sighed emerging from your neck hands lazily tracing the curves of your figure with reverence, warm fingertips skimming your waist before he brushed his thumbs over your nipples, smirking as you let out an involuntary moan.
"Sensitive are we?" he chucked hooking his hands on the edge of his t shirt before pulling it off and tossing it to the corner of the room. You leant back on your elbows to get a better view mouth slightly agape as you took in the perfection of his form. His skin was smooth and unmarked, defined muscles rippling with the slightest move he made. But the most maddening thing about him was how small his waist was, you would have bet your life on the fact that it was even more snatched and tiny than yours.
"Like what you see babygirl?" he teased cockily as you ran your hands eagerly over the planes of his chest.
You stuck out your bottom lip slightly before pushing him down on the bed, satisfied with the huff of surprise that escapes him. You straddle his firm form fingers deftly working on the zipper of his jeans before they too are flung across the room.
"Careful Y/N you'll throw them out the window with your enthusiasm and then the neighbours will complain," Jungkook murmured playfully. His face contorted into pleasure as you stroked him experimentally through his boxers. Without waiting for you he shimmied out of them, allowing you to view him fully. His erection sprang out, leaking and huge. You traced your finger over the red hot tip of it and he cried out with a whine as you traced a vein that decorated the side of him.
"Kookie you're so big," you teased encircling him fully with your hand. "Will it fit inside me?" "I don't know if I can take all of you."
"W-what did you call me?" he gasped barely able to process the nickname that had fallen from your lips through the pleasure your deft hands were giving him.
"Can I call you Kookie from now?" you purred. "It suits you baby boy."
His eyes narrowed and you were on your back trapped between muscled inked arms as he tilts his head, all needy whines disappearing as he licked his lips.
"Guess I'll have to prove you wrong," he whispered before sinking down your body, peppering kisses along the way. He situated himself between your thighs, nuzzling the softness of you skin and pressing reverential kisses upon you and inhaling in your scent. He teasingly avoided the spot you wanted him most and he playfully ghosted his breath directly upon the centre of your core.
You dug your hands into his luscious waves with a whine.
"Stop teasing," you protested hips bucking forward.
You gazed down and saw a smirk form across his face.
"Beg for it then," he demanded hands spreading your thighs with ease.
"Please, please eat me," you gasped before he dived into you suckling with a vigour that left you without breath. You hands clutched at his head for dear life, you thighs trembling as he easily spread you apart with his superior strength. He suckled on your clit so that your vision went white with pleasure before he licked inside of you with a groan.
"Taste-so fucking good," he groaned licking you unabashedly the lewd noises echoing in the room so that you flushed throwing a hand across your face. It was embarrassing how fast you were going to cum. But with his devilish tongue that had no inhibition you release was achingly close and you pressed his head down further into your core.
"Please-so close," you pleaded. It only took two more strokes of his tongue upon you before you shattered with a cry riding up against his face. He allowed his jaw to slacken and for you to ride the aftermath of your orgasm upon him until overstimulation took over you and you slumped down and away from him skin flushing and chest heaving.
He took his time kissing his way back up, the gentle butterfly of his mouth contrasting starkly with the erotic sight of his hair messed and face drenched with your juices. He brought a long finger up to scoop a droplet off his nose and licked it slowly with a sensual moan.
"I could drink you forever babe." "You're gonna be my new coffee from now on."
You pulled him towards you and angled your mouth over him the taste of you heavy on his lips in a way that made desire stir in your belly once again.
"I wanted to do that for so long," he admitted hoarsely tracing your features softly with his thumb. "I wanted to taste you for so long." "It was all I could think about some nights."
You smiled trailing a hand down his chest. "Me too." "We were both idiots huh?"
You reached for his erection that was almost throbbing under your hold. You began to sink to your knees before he pulled you up with utmost care shaking his head.
"Wanna be inside you," he admitted with a groan. "I can't wait."
You nodded eagerly as he pressed you into the sheets kissing your breath away as you rubbed your hands over his broad shoulders.
"Should I get a condom?" he asked breathlessly.
You shook your head. "I'm on the pill." "You can come inside me baby boy."
The nickname had his demeanour changing instantly. He growled as he leaned forward to bite your lips, distracting you as he began to push himself inside.
You cried out at how goddamn big he was. It had been a while for you and he was the largest you'd ever seen. He slowly pressed himself until he was fully sheathed inside of you, fighting back his every instinct you fuck you into the next week as he regulated his breathing, moaning at the way your velvet walled flexed against him. You gasped as you dug your fingers into his back waiting for yourself to adjust to his thick girth. After a few minutes of making out and whispers that confirmed to him that you were ok you nodded your consent.
He rolled his hips forwards experimentally, satisfaction surging through him as you arched forward with a cry of pleasure. He began a slow and deep pace that had you a writhing mess beneath him.
"You can go harder," you whispered after you moved your own hips forward, fully confident that you could take him easily now.
He arched an eyebrow in amusement. "Think you can take it?"
You nodded defiantly.
You were not prepared for the next thrust that would have had you flying against the headboard if it wasn't for the strong arms bracing you against him. He began a punishing pace, his mouth capturing your nipple as he gripped your waste tightly, entirely in control of both your movements. You swore you would see stars under your closed lips as you chanted a mantra of his name which was the only thing you could do to retain some element of sanity. You opened your eyes heart nearly stopping at how ethereal he looked with his brow furrowed adorably, swollen lips parted as he concentrated on every thrust that had you edging closer and closer to euphoria.
"I-m gonna cum," he panted as you felt his strokes grow erratic, brushing the deepest corners of you. You couldn't find the words to speak before the build up in your core ignited into flames that had you screaming something-his name-into the room as you came again and again before collapsing dazed and satiated.
It only took a dozen more strokes into your wet heat before Jungkook too came with a heavenly cry of your name that would forever be branded into your consciousness. You shivered with pleasure as you felt hot ropes of cum fill you to the brim as you took him all inside of you.
The two of you lay there for how long you couldn't remember, breathing heavily. You gently played with his curls whilst he decorated you skin with gentle patterns that you suspected were hearts.
"I'm glad you're such a coffee addict," he broke the silence with a smile and kiss upon your shoulder. "But new rule-you can only come to our café from now." "No more running away."
You grinned and moved slightly to respond before he whined like a child and pulled you closer to him, not pulling out of you.
"I like it inside of you," he mumbled burying his face in your hair as you laughed and allowed him to remain inside, filling you up like a jigsaw puzzle you never knew you needed.
"No more running away," you promised rubbing your nose against his.
"Good."
He traced your face in awe before smiling mischievously
"Because you mocha me crazy."