Fvcking your ex-bf in a cafe's washroom
Fvcking your ex-bf in a cafe’s washroom
The bell above the café door chimed softly as Jungkook stepped inside, shaking raindrops from his dark hair. The place smelled like fresh espresso and cinnamon, a far cry from the sweaty locker rooms and late-night raves that used to define his world. He’d just come from a grueling schedule—studio sessions bleeding into meetings—but something about this quiet corner shop in the city pulled him in. One hot chocolate to warm up before the next obligation. Simple.
“Order for one hot chocolate!” the barista called, sliding the cup onto the pickup counter.
Jungkook reached out at the exact same moment another hand did. Slim fingers with familiar silver rings brushed against his knuckles.
Their eyes met.
Time stopped.
“Y/n?” His voice came out rough, lower than he intended.
Her lips parted, those same plush lips he used to bruise with kisses. “Jungkook?”
A flush crept up her cheeks, the same pretty pink he remembered when she’d come undone beneath him in the back of his car after games. She looked... fuck, she looked even better than the memories that still haunted his late nights. College Y/n had been a firecracker—tiny cheer skirt flipped up, pom-poms long forgotten while she rode him like the world was ending. This version of her? Dangerously refined, yet still radiating that wild energy.
He let his gaze drop shamelessly, no pretense, no polite smile to hide it. Why bother? They’d been each other’s filthy secret for years.
His mind devoured her in seconds.
That body. Goddamn, that body. The black sweater she wore hugged full, heavy tits that strained against the soft fabric, the same ones he used to bury his face between after every winning touchdown, sucking marks into the soft flesh while she moaned his name loud enough for the whole dorm to hear. Her waist dipped in dramatically, flaring out into those wide, mouth-watering hips that used to slam back against him when he took her from behind in the locker room showers. He could practically feel the ghost of her ass filling his palms—round, plump, perfect for gripping hard while he pounded into her tight, dripping pussy until her legs shook.
Lower, her jeans clung to thick thighs that once locked around his head while he ate her out like a starving man on the hood of his car after parties. He remembered how they’d tremble right before she squirted on his tongue, soaking his chin and the leather seats. And that ass... fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about spreading those cheeks again, watching his cock disappear between them while she begged for more, deeper, harder—always so greedy for him.
She was still staring, lips slightly parted, chest rising faster now. The blush had spread down her neck, disappearing into the valley of her cleavage. Jungkook’s cock twitched in his pants at the sight. Same reaction as always. One look at her and he was back to being that feral college captain who couldn’t keep his hands off his cheerleader girlfriend.
The barista’s voice cut through the thick tension like a bucket of cold water.
Jungkook snapped out of it instantly. Fuck. She’s not yours anymore. He forced his eyes back up to her face, ignoring the way his cock was already half-hard just from that one filthy trip down memory lane. He cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets to adjust himself discreetly.
“So… what are you doing here?” he asked, voice a little rougher than usual.
Y/n tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling shyly. “I live in the neighborhood. Heard about this new café opening and wanted to try it out. Their hot chocolate is apparently amazing.”
He chuckled, low and deep. Right then, she bit her lower lip — that same little nervous-horny habit from college. Jungkook’s cock gave a massive twitch in his jeans, thickening noticeably. He shifted his stance, gripping himself through the pocket lining to hide the growing bulge. Control yourself, Jeon.
Back in college, that exact lip bite used to drive him feral. It had ended with him slamming her against her locker between classes, tongue down her throat, hand up her cheer skirt, fingers buried inside her while she whimpered into his mouth.
He shoved the memory down hard.
“You didn’t change even a little,” he said, smirking. “Still trying out the hot chocolate in a random café like the old days.”
Y/n let her eyes drag over him slowly — from his broad shoulders down to his chest, his waist, and lower — before meeting his gaze again. “You didn’t change either.”
Jungkook raised both hands in surrender, laughing softly. “Guilty as charged.”
He stepped a little closer, voice dropping. “Maybe it’s the commonalities between us that brought us so close again.”
The word close hung heavy in the air. Her eyes darkened. She knew exactly what kind of “close” he meant — the kind where she was bent over his desk with her skirt around her waist, or riding him in the front seat of his car until the windows fogged up completely. Their kind of close had always been raw, filthy, and addictive.
Before she could reply, the barista cleared his throat loudly, clearly tired of their little reunion. “Uh, this hot chocolate is actually for a Mr. Kim. If neither of you is Mr. Kim, please take a seat. I’ll call your names when they’re ready.”
A fresh blush bloomed across Y/n’s cheeks. She glanced at Jungkook, biting her lip again.
“Um… I’m here alone. Do you want to come sit at my table? We can catch up… for old times’ sake.”
Old times’ sake.
Jungkook’s jaw flexed. Their “old times” were never soft. They were hard, fast, and nasty — late-night locker room fucks, secret raves where he’d finger her in the crowd, marathon sex sessions full of choking, spanking, biting, and every kink they could explore. She knew exactly what she was implying.
He bit his own lip, eyes darkening as he looked at her.
“Yeah,” he said, voice husky. “Let’s go catch up.”
He followed her to the corner table, eyes locked on the sway of her hips and the way her jeans hugged that perfect, round ass he used to worship. His cock throbbed again, pressing insistently against his zipper.
They settled into a quiet corner table by the window. Rain streaked down the glass as the low hum of the café wrapped around them. Jungkook sat across from her, trying to keep his eyes on her face instead of letting them wander. It was harder than expected.
“So,” he started, wrapping his long fingers around his mug, “what have you been up to? I mean… after college.”
Y/n smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I know what you’ve been doing. You’re a singer now. A very successful one.” She let out a soft laugh. “I’ve heard your songs. A few of them… more than a few, actually.”
Jungkook’s eyebrows rose, a genuine, boyish smile breaking across his face. “Yeah? Which ones?”
She named a couple, including one that had been a little too sensual, a little too close to the kind of nights they used to share. The air between them thickened for a second.
“Your turn,” he said gently. “What about you?”
Y/n looked down into her hot chocolate, tracing the rim with her finger. “I’m… just a housewife now.”
There it was — that flicker of sadness in her eyes. Jungkook caught it immediately. The vibrant, wild cheerleader who used to drag him to after-parties and ride him until sunrise looked dimmed.
“You don’t sound very happy about it,” he said carefully.
She shrugged. “It’s good. It’s fine, really.” A pause. “It’s a convenience marriage. I didn’t… I didn’t really like him like that. Our families pushed for it.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened slightly. He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Why hasn’t it been good, Y/n?”
She hesitated, biting her lip again. “He’s… nice. Kind. Polite. He treats me well. Buys me whatever I want. But you know how it is…” She struggled to find the words.
“There’s no spark,” Jungkook finished for her, voice low and knowing. “The kind of spark you chase for. The kind of thrill that cheerleader I met in college used to live for.”
Her breath hitched. A visible shiver ran through her. Those words hit somewhere deep, making heat bloom low in her belly. She shifted in her seat, thighs pressing together unconsciously.
Jungkook noticed.
She opened her mouth, hesitant to go further into her private life, especially with him.
He snorted softly, a crooked smirk tugging at his lips. “Even if there’s no spark, I could only hope the sex at least keeps you satiated.”
Y/n’s eyes widened, cheeks instantly flushing deep red. “Jungkook—”
“What?” He leaned back slightly, but his gaze was intense, playful, and dangerously curious. “Don’t tell me… it isn’t good?”
She covered her burning cheeks with both hands, mortified but unable to stop the small, embarrassed smile breaking through. Jungkook chuckled, low and warm, the sound sending another involuntary thrum through her body.
“You’ve changed a lot,” he murmured, eyes softening but still heated. “I can’t see that ferocious cheerleader in you anymore.”
Y/n dropped her hands, meeting his stare with a mix of shyness and defiance. “And you’re as crude as ever.”
“Exactly,” he said, voice dropping an octave. “Crude with my words…” He winked slowly, deliberately, “and with my actions.”
The tension crackled between them like electricity. Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he watched her reaction — the way her chest rose faster, the way she couldn’t quite hold his gaze. He knew he should stop. He knew this was dangerous territory.
But sitting here with the only girl who had ever matched his hunger, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
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Jungkook leaned back in his chair, studying her with that intense, half-lidded gaze that used to make her knees weak. The playful smirk slowly faded into something darker, more thoughtful.
“I never expected this,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “You, of all people… settling down as a housewife. Quiet life. No spark.” He shook his head. “Doesn’t fit the girl I remember at all.”
Y/n swallowed, her fingers tightening around the warm mug. She didn’t deny it. The silence between them grew heavier, charged.
Jungkook’s voice dropped lower, rougher. “I can’t believe this is the same girl who used to ride me in the lockers like she owned me before every match… and then again afterwards as her personal reward.”
The words hit her like a spark on dry tinder.
Both of them were suddenly somewhere else.
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The memory flooded in, vivid and filthy.
Pre-match.
The locker room smelled of sweat, grass, and adrenaline. Jungkook was already in his football uniform, shoulder pads on, when the door slammed open. Y/n — his feral little cheerleader — pushed him back onto the bench with surprising strength, eyes blazing with that wild hunger.
“Ten minutes,” she hissed, already yanking her cheer skirt up around her waist. No panties underneath. She never wore them on game days.
She climbed on top of him like she was claiming her throne, shoving his pants down just enough to free his thick, aching cock. No foreplay. No softness. She sank down on him in one slick, greedy motion, taking every inch until her ass met his thighs.
“Fuck— baby,” Jungkook groaned, head falling back.
But she was in control.
Y/n rode him hard and fast, hands braced on his shoulder pads, hips slamming down with punishing rhythm. Her tits bounced wildly under the cropped top, and every time he tried to touch them she slapped his hands away.
“Mine,” she growled, clenching around him. “This cock is mine before you go out there.”
She leaned forward, biting his neck hard enough to leave marks above his jersey, then grabbed his throat — her surprise kink. Not soft pressure, but firm, dominant squeezing that made his cock twitch violently inside her. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back, a broken moan escaping as she choked him lightly while bouncing on his lap like a woman possessed.
“That’s it, captain,” she panted, grinding her clit against him with every roll of her hips. “Gonna make you play better with my pussy dripping down your thighs.”
She came first — thighs shaking, walls pulsing around him — and kept riding through it until he spilled deep inside her with a guttural groan. She climbed off, fixed her skirt, and left him panting, spent, and marked for the game.
Post-match.
The final whistle blew. Jungkook had played like a beast — thanks to her. The moment he stepped off the field, she was on him. Right there on the sidelines, in front of half the team and cheering squad, she jumped into his arms and kissed him like she wanted to devour him. Tongues, teeth, her legs wrapped around his waist while his hands gripped her ass possessively. The crowd whistled.
They barely made it to the locker room.
The door had barely clicked shut before he had her pressed against the lockers, but she flipped them again — always so fucking dominant after a win. She shoved him down onto the bench, stripped his sweaty jersey off, and climbed back on his cock, still hard and leaking from the adrenaline.
This time it was pure filth.
Sweat-slick bodies. Her nails raking down his chest. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed obscenely in the empty locker room. She rode him even harder than before, hair wild, lipstick smeared, moaning his name loud enough for anyone outside to hear.
“Harder— fuck me like you won for me,” she demanded, choking him again while bouncing, her juices soaking his lap and the bench beneath them. Jungkook gripped her hips bruisingly, thrusting up to meet her, but she stayed in charge — slapping his chest, pulling his hair, using him exactly how she wanted.
When she finally let him take over, he flipped her onto all fours on the cold locker room floor and fucked her raw from behind until she was screaming, legs shaking, squirting all over his cock while he filled her again, claiming her as his reward.
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Back in the quiet café, Jungkook’s breathing had grown heavier. Y/n’s cheeks were flushed deep red, thighs pressed tightly together under the table. The memory hung between them like thick smoke.
He licked his lips slowly, eyes locked on hers.
“Tell me that girl is still in there somewhere,” he murmured, voice dangerously low. “Because the way you’re looking at me right now… I think she is.”
The rain continued outside, but the heat between them was quickly becoming unbearable.
Y/n clenched her thighs tightly under the table as the vivid memories flooded her. Heat pooled between her legs, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Jungkook didn’t miss a single reaction.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and filthy. “Already squeezing those pretty thighs together just thinking about how I used to wreck you. Imagine what I could do to you now, baby. I’d bend you over every surface in your house and fuck that neglected little pussy until you remember exactly who you belong to. I’d make you cum so many times you’d forget that boring husband even exists.”
Her breath hitched. She glanced around the café nervously, but the ache between her legs only grew. When she shifted again, her breasts pressed together, the soft swell of her cleavage becoming more visible in her sweater.
Jungkook’s eyes dropped straight to it. His hand slid under the table, palming his painfully hard cock through his jeans as he continued.
“Just say the word and I’ll give you a reprieve from that dead marriage. I’ll fuck you so good you’ll feel me for days. Stretch you open, fill you up, make you scream my name like the dirty cheerleader you still are deep down. Your cuck husband could never make you feel the way I can.”
The tension snapped.
Y/n’s eyes darted around once more, checking for familiar faces. Then she stood up abruptly, cheeks flushed, nipples visibly hard against her top. Without a word, she walked toward the unisex restroom at the back of the café. Jungkook followed right behind her, his tall frame casting a shadow over hers.
The moment the door closed, he locked it and pushed her against it.
His mouth crashed onto hers in a hungry, desperate kiss — years of pent-up longing pouring out. Tongues tangled instantly, wet and filthy. He groaned into her mouth as his hands roamed possessively.
“Fuck, you still taste the same,” he rasped between kisses, sucking on her lower lip. “So fucking sweet.”
One hand slid up to grope her heavy breast, squeezing it roughly through her sweater while his thumb flicked over her hardened nipple. His other hand pushed under her dress, sliding up her smooth thigh until he cupped her bare, dripping pussy.
A sharp slap landed on her ass.
Y/n moaned into his mouth.
Jungkook pulled back slightly, eyes dark with lust as he squeezed her ass cheek, then slapped it again, harder.
“No panties?” He chuckled darkly, two thick fingers sliding through her soaked folds. “Oh, so your habit of going commando hasn’t changed either, huh? Still such a dirty fucking girl.”
He kissed her harder, deeper, grinding his rock-hard erection against her stomach while he pushed two fingers inside her without warning. His thumb found her swollen clit, rubbing slow, firm circles as he pumped his fingers.
“God, you’re so wet already,” he praised against her lips, voice hoarse. “This tight little pussy is dripping for me. Been neglected for so long, hasn’t it? Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna take such good care of you.”
He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, sucking marks into her skin while continuing to finger-fuck her slowly. His other hand yanked the neckline of her sweater down, freeing one breast. He groaned at the sight before latching his mouth onto her nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud.
“You feel even better than I remembered,” he growled, curling his fingers inside her to hit that perfect spot. “So soft… so fucking warm and tight. This body was made for me.”
Y/n’s head fell back against the door with a thud, soft whimpers escaping her as pleasure coursed through her body. Jungkook kept praising her between kisses and bites, his fingers never stopping their delicious rhythm.
“That’s it, baby… let me hear those pretty sounds. We’re just getting started.”
Jungkook dropped to his knees right there on the restroom floor like a man starved. His hands shoved her dress up to her waist in one rough motion, exposing her completely. He stared at her glistening pussy with dark, hungry eyes, breathing hard like he’d just finished a game.
“Fuck… look at this pretty cunt,” he growled, voice thick with lust. He used both thumbs to spread her swollen folds wide open, admiring the way her slick hole clenched and leaked under his gaze. “Still so fucking pink and messy for me.”
He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from her entrance all the way up to her clit, collecting her wetness. A low, filthy groan rumbled in his chest as he tasted her.
“Mmm… still taste like heaven, baby. So sweet and fucking sloppy.”
He buried his face deeper, slobbering messily over her cunt. His tongue lapped at her hungrily, loud and wet, sucking her folds into his mouth before flicking rapidly over her swollen clit. He pulled back just enough to spread her even wider with his fingers, staring at her twitching hole.
“This pussy… God, it’s so tight,” he muttered, almost in awe. “As tight as the very first time I fucked you. Like no one’s been stretching this little cunt properly.” He spat directly on her clit and rubbed it in with his thumb. “Your husband’s been leaving you unfucked, hasn’t he? Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna open you up real good again.”
Y/n’s legs trembled. Jungkook hooked her thighs over his broad shoulders, locking her in place as he dove back in. His tongue pushed inside her soaked hole, tongue-fucking her with deep, greedy strokes. He ate her like a man possessed — loud, sloppy, and completely shameless. Wet sounds of his slurping and sucking filled the small restroom.
Her juices were flowing freely now. Every thrust of his tongue made more of her slick leak out, dripping down his chin, coating his nose, and even falling onto the floor in tiny drops.
“Fuck, you’re literally leaking like a tap,” he groaned against her pussy, lips shiny and dripping. “Soaking my whole fucking face. Such a messy little cunt.”
Y/n’s head fell back against the door with a broken moan, her hips grinding against his tongue desperately.
“Do your fucking job, Jungkook,” she snapped breathlessly, the old fire flashing in her eyes. She grabbed a fistful of his dark hair and shoved his face harder into her pussy, smothering him.
Jungkook chuckled darkly into her cunt, the vibration making her jolt.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he growled, eyes gleaming up at her. “That feisty little cheerleader who used to use my mouth like a toy.”
He attacked her pussy with renewed hunger, tongue-fucking her faster, sucking hard on her clit while two thick fingers joined in, stretching her open. His nose rubbed against her clit as he devoured her, completely drenched in her juices. Her thighs shook violently around his shoulders, but he didn’t stop — he worshipped her cunt like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Y/n was losing her mind.
Her thighs shook violently around Jungkook’s shoulders as he kept devouring her dripping cunt. Her eyes were glassy, half-lidded, mouth slack with pleasure. Every filthy lick and thrust of his tongue pushed her closer to the edge, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed him.
“Jungkook… please—” she whimpered, voice breaking pathetically. “Please… I can’t— I need your cock.”
She looked completely desperate now, like a bitch in heat. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of her eyes as she ground herself shamelessly against his face.
“Cock… please, give me your cock,” she begged, voice hoarse and needy. “I want it so bad… please fuck me. I need your thick cock inside me right now. Please, Jungkook— please.”
Jungkook pulled back slightly, lips and chin absolutely drenched in her juices. He looked up at her flushed, desperate face and realized just how fucking starved she was. Years of bad, boring sex had left her completely broken for him.
“Fuck… look at you,” he groaned, voice dark. “So damn desperate for my cock.”
He stood up quickly, towering over her trembling body. “Wait, baby. Let me give it to you.”
Y/n didn’t even wait for him to finish his sentence. Her hands flew to his belt, yanking it open with frantic, clumsy fingers. She pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his rock-hard cock. It sprang out, thick, heavy, and painfully hard, the tip already leaking.
The second it was free, Jungkook grabbed her thighs, lifted her up against the door, and shoved his cock inside her in one brutal thrust.
“Fuuuuck—!” Y/n cried out, her walls stretching around his thick length. He buried himself to the hilt in one go, her dripping pussy swallowing every inch greedily.
Jungkook groaned loudly, forehead pressed against hers. “So fucking tight… still gripping me like a vice, baby.”
He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed into her again, hard and deep, setting a ruthless pace right away. The wet, obscene sound of his cock pounding into her soaked cunt echoed in the small restroom with every thrust.
Y/n’s nails dug into his shoulders, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she moaned like a whore, completely cock-drunk already.
“More… harder— please, give me all of it,” she babbled desperately between broken moans, eyes rolling back. “Fuck me, Jungkook… ruin me.”
Jungkook pinned Y/n harder against the locked restroom door, her legs locked tightly around his waist as he drove his thick cock into her with punishing force.
“Fuck— that’s it, take every inch,” he growled right against her ear, voice low and filthy. “This greedy little pussy is sucking me in so deep. Been starving for a real cock, hasn’t it?”
Y/n could only moan brokenly, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes— oh god, yes! Deeper, Jungkook— please, I need it so fucking deep!”
He slammed up into her again, hips snapping brutally, burying himself to the hilt every single time. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the filthy squelching of her soaked cunt filled the small room. Each thrust dragged perfectly against her G-spot, making her eyes roll back.
“You feel that?” he rasped, grinding deep and rolling his hips. “That’s my cock ruining this married pussy. Your husband could never hit this spot, could he? Never fuck you like the desperate little slut you really are.”
“No— never!” she cried, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her cheeks. “Only you— only your cock makes me feel like this! Please don’t stop— fuck me harder, Jungkook! I’m begging you!”
The risk made everything hotter. Muffled voices and footsteps could be heard just outside the door. Someone tried the handle once. The lock rattled.
Jungkook smirked darkly, covering her mouth with his large hand while still pounding into her mercilessly.
“Shhh, baby. Quiet. Or do you want them to hear how loud I’m making you scream?” He bit her neck, sucking a fresh mark. “You want the whole café to know the prim little housewife is getting her cunt destroyed in the bathroom?”
Y/n whimpered against his palm, eyes wild with lust. She shook her head but her pussy clenched harder around him, gushing.
He removed his hand only to grab her throat instead, squeezing just enough to make her dizzy with pleasure.
“Beg for it like a good girl.”
“Please— please creampie me,” she sobbed desperately, legs shaking around him. “Fill me up, Jungkook! I want your cum so deep inside me— I need it! Breed me— ruin me— please!”
“Fuck, you’re such a nasty little cumslut now,” he groaned, hips pistoning faster.
He fucked her like a man possessed — hard, deep, and relentless. The door rattled with every brutal thrust. Y/n’s first orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her walls spasmed violently around his cock as she squirted hard, soaking his pelvis and dripping down his balls onto the floor.
“That’s it— squirt for me, baby,” he praised through gritted teeth. “Good fucking girl.”
He didn’t slow down. He kept railing her through it, chasing his own release. With a deep, guttural groan, Jungkook buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of hot cum.
But he wasn’t done.
He kept fucking her through his orgasm, using his own cum as extra lube, making obscene wet sounds every time he slammed in. The mix of their fluids was already leaking down her ass.
“Again,” he demanded, voice rough. “Give me another one. Cream on my cock while I fill you up a second time.”
Y/n was completely cock-drunk, babbling and begging incoherently.
“Please— more cum— I want all of it— fuck your cum into me— I’m yours— only yours!”
Jungkook’s grip on her thighs bruised as he pounded her even harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over. Her second orgasm crashed over her, even stronger. She squirted again, screaming his name as her walls milked him for everything he had.
He came a second time with a broken moan, pumping even more cum deep inside her already overflowing cunt.
By the time he finally slowed down, both of them were panting, sweaty, and trembling. Jungkook kept her pressed against the door for a moment longer, cock still buried inside her, pulsing.
When he finally pulled out, a huge gush of their mixed cum poured out of her abused hole — thick white cream and her own clear juices running down her thighs and dripping loudly onto the restroom floor.
Y/n’s legs gave out completely. She would’ve fallen if he wasn’t holding her up.
Jungkook looked down at the mess with dark satisfaction, two fingers pushing some of the leaking cum back inside her.
“Look at that… such a beautifully ruined pussy,” he murmured, kissing her softly this time. “Still mine after all these years.”
Outside, someone knocked on the door again.
They both froze, hearts racing, the thrill of almost getting caught only making them want more.
This was easily one of the hardest, most brutal fucks Y/n had ever experienced — and she already knew she was addicted again.
Jungkook held Y/n gently against him as her legs continued to tremble. The raw, animalistic hunger from moments ago slowly melted into something softer. He kissed her forehead, then her flushed cheeks, before carefully lowering her feet back to the ground.
“Easy, baby,” he whispered, supporting her weight. He grabbed some paper towels, dampened them under the sink, and knelt down again — this time with utmost care. He wiped her thighs and between her legs tenderly, cleaning the mess of their combined releases that still dripped down her skin. Every now and then he placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh or hip, murmuring praises.
“You did so good for me,” he said quietly, voice warm. “So fucking perfect.”
Once she was clean, he helped fix her dress and sweater, brushing her messy hair behind her ears. Y/n looked at him with glassy, vulnerable eyes, still catching her breath.
Jungkook cupped her face with both hands.
“Why don’t you leave him?” he asked seriously, eyes locked on hers. “Leave that empty marriage, Y/n. Come with me.”
She bit her lip, the post-orgasm haze slowly clearing.
“I… I can’t just walk out,” she whispered. “It’s not that simple. There’s a contract. A pre-nup with heavy penalties. If I initiate the divorce or step out, I’d have to pay a huge settlement. I don’t have that kind of money.”
“How much?” Jungkook asked without hesitation.
When she told him the amount, he let out a soft breath, almost relieved. It was a large number for a normal person, but for him — with his successful singing career — it was more than manageable.
“That’s it?” He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I’ll pay it.”
Y/n’s eyes widened in shock. “Jungkook… you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he cut her off, voice firm but full of emotion. “You deserve to be loved again, baby. Really loved. Not tolerated. Not kept in a convenient, lifeless marriage. You deserve fire. You deserve someone who’s crazy about you.”
He rested his forehead against hers, breathing her in.
“If our careers hadn’t pulled us apart back then… I would’ve married you. I wanted to. Even at that age, I knew you were it for me. The wild nights, the laughter, the way we fit together — I never found that again with anyone else.”
Tears welled up in Y/n’s eyes. She searched his face for a long moment, heart pounding.
Then she smiled — small at first, then bright and genuine, the same radiant smile he fell in love with years ago.
“Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll come with you.”
Jungkook’s face lit up. He pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, this one full of promise rather than just lust.
“I’ve got you now,” he murmured against her lips. “No more settling. No more hiding. Just you and me, like it was always meant to be.”
He took her hand, laced their fingers together, and unlocked the restroom door. They stepped out together — flushed, slightly disheveled, but radiating something undeniably alive.
Outside, the rain had finally stopped. A soft golden light filtered through the café windows.
For the first time in years, both of them felt truly free.
End.
