LIBRARY OF ILLUSIONS : A WITCH'S SABBATH ... A Mature Series

LIBRARY OF ILLUSIONS : A WITCH'S SABBATH ... a mature series

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pairing : prince!yeosang x mercenary!witch!f!reader

genre : fantasy, berserk inspired, dark, smut, implied enemies to lovers

word count : 3.7k

warnings : language, slight thoughts of murder, killing / blood

smut warnings : unprotected sex, monster fucking, big dick!yeosang, dom / sub dynamics, knife play, anal play, shadow hands, name calling (slut)

traveling to the fantasy section, you soon find yourself throat to throat with the guardian of fantasy, the real question that you find yourself asking is do you want to kill the prince or fuck him.

you felt a surge of anger course through you as you walked through the forest. an annoyed huff came from behind you, and you had to stop yourself from turning around and snapping the neck of the person who huffed at you.

no... you couldn't snap his neck.

he was a client, paying you to escort him from his kingdom to his uncle's where he can find safety. safety away from the assassins that are out to kill him like they did the rest of his family. it’s odd how usually that at the thought of something like that would send a chill down your spine, but this time… nothing. did this character not have any sympathy for the prince?

“ugh! slow down, you’re going too fast!” the prince said and you find yourself stopping and turning to see him a few feet away from you. he was out of breath and hunched over. it was obvious he still wasn’t use to walking despite having been doing it for a while now since the start of your journey.

"we would be there already if we weren't continuously stopping," you say as you felt your annoyance level slowly rise. why this was happening you aren't too sure, maybe this was just how your character felt towards the prince.

you couldn't help but note how the prince's attitude and mannerisms are a complete one-eighty compared to the princess from the adventure section. you were honestly starting to wish you had picked another section to try an complete, or at least wish this one was more... pleasurable to complete. you can only assume your trial for the fantasy section was to protect the prince, but for how long you weren't sure.

you at least had to admit how beautiful the prince who

"are you trying to say its my fault that we aren't to my uncle's kingdom yet?" yeosang's voice is full of offense as he breaks through your thoughts.

"well, you're the only one out of the two of us that is out of breath," you spit back. two of us... something felt wrong about your party number, like there should be more than just the two of you. "it's honestly concerning how often you are getting out of breath," you add as you feel a smirk painting your lips, "tell me... are you secretly getting fucked by something? is that why you are out of breath?"

"w-what? how dare you say something like that to me! i'm a prince! the heir to a throne and you dare say such vile things to me?" you can tell he's embarrassed by your words thanks to pink hue that colors his cheeks. but then his embarrassment seems to vanish as he looks at you with a smug face that only the rich could make. "i should be asking you what you fucked to lose your humanity?" you felt something inside you start to boil. you wanted to so badly to avoid conflict with the prince, so instead you turned on your heel and started to walk away. you hoped he would just shut up and follow you, but he didn't.

"everyone knows how inhumane and beastly witches are, you've probably fucked a whole hoard of demons and monsters for your powers."

you felt your teeth grind against each other as you stopped in your tracks. then without thinking, you turned on your heel around to yeosang to see him looking at you with slightly wide eyes. like he wasn't expecting you to turn around like you did, so suddenly.

"what the hell do you know, princey," you say, anger flaring up inside of you as you started taking careful steps towards him. with every step you take forward towards yeosang, he takes shaky steps backwards. "you're just some prince who has lived a life of luxury behind his palace walls. you know nothing about the world and how it works," you spit at him in full rage.

yeosang's back hits the tree trunk, eyes still wide in shock as you step extremely close to him, your nose pressing harshly against his own. your breath fanning over his face as you're sure he's holding his own.

"i can leave you to die out here, and it wouldn't bother me a bit. there's no one here but us. so i would be a little nicer to the person who can protect you," you say as you notice how yeosang nervously wets his lips and his cheeks gain a rosy hue. "do you understand me?"

yeosang nods his head as much as he could, your close proximity restricting his movements. "words." you tell him.

"y-yes... i understand," he tells you and that's when you back away from him and continue on down the forest path.

yeosang says nothing as he follows behind you. you thought it was weird how despite how light his footsteps were, you could still here them. still here him trailing close behind you as if worried you would leave him behind.

it was all too weird. you missed ▇▇▇▇ and ▇▇▇▇ deeply and wished they were here because you knew how well they were at mediating you and yeosang. well... maybe not ▇▇▇▇ so much as he was much like you and found the prince's mannerisms rather annoying.

you hate how you couldn't remember their names. much like when you were in the adventure section, the guard and and advisor and captain where all but a blur of nothingness. but this time was different. this time you could picture ▇▇▇▇'s pink hair that would seem like it would bounce when he walks and ▇▇▇▇ with his gummy smile that was quite a rarity in itself.

you missed them both. why weren't they here? they were always with you. always. this just all felt wrong. ▇▇▇▇ and ▇▇▇▇ should be here with you, they were a part of this story as well. at least... you think they were.

you felt like your thoughts were swimming around. you couldn't tell which thoughts were actually yours and which thoughts weren't. but then... why would there by thoughts that aren't yours?

you can feel your head getting a little fuzzy from all these thoughts, but you try your best to shake it off. as much as he gets on your nerves, yeosang is still your job to protect and you can't let yourself get distracted too much.

yeosang is your priority.

"it's getting late... do you think we should stop and set up camp?" yeosang's voice breaks through your thoughts and you come to a slow halt as you turn to the prince. you look at the handsome male, admiring his features as he looks up at the setting sun.

you notice the way his nose slopes downward and his lips are just a nice amount of plush and you can't help but imagine how he would– no, stop.

then you allow your eyes to glance up at the sky to also admire it.

"sure, we can set up for the night," tell him before turning and the two of you venture forward until you find a good spot a little off the path to camp for the night. as always, you set up most of the camp while yeosang did the simple task of collecting firewood.

however, it was suppose to be a simple task until you heard his screams rip through the trees. immediately on high alert, you grabbed your board sword and ran to where you heard the prince screaming. that's when you found yeosang surrounded by grotesque looking monsters. the prince held onto the firewood like it was his only lifeline, and you couldn't but note who utterly helpless he looked. he truly was a prince in need of saving. a damsel.

without thinking you immediately started cutting down the monsters, surprising one of them and killing them with ease. the earned the other four's attention as they all turned to you, ready to kill for possibly interrupting their dinner.

the monsters started hissing at you or at least it sounded like hisses, but you knew that this was only the language those creatures spoke. but it would make no difference – they would be dead soon anyway.

"listen you shit-hissing fuckers! if anyone is gonna kill and eat that human its gonna be fucking ME!" you say as you charged towards the monsters. killing them was a lot easier than you thought, they were simply lower level monsters they only acted purely on instincts. nothing more and nothing less.

when you were done, you found yourself covered in the monsters' blood. it painting both your skin, clothing, and sword. you easily flicked off the blood that was on the large sword you held before you clipped it in place on your back.

you turn to look at yeosang who had since fallen to the forest floor, clutching the firewood protectively to himself. he truly did look helpless as he looked up at you with wide eyes. you could tell he was feeling all sorts of emotions; fear, anxiety, helplessness... arouse.

wait, what?

"did that arouse you?" you asked without thinking. your eyes void of any emotion as you looked at his too full of emotion eyes.

then his eyes turned to anger as he stood up, "w-what! how dare you ask a prince that! know your place, witch!" he says fully offended that you would ask him something like that. "and what was that about being the only one that can kill me, huh!? what kind of bullshit is that? you're suppose to protect me, not–

"and i did protect you or where you too stuck in your erotic thoughts that you missed me killing those creatures for you," you interrupted him, anger slowly starting to build up inside you. "a little thank you would be nice."

"a little... a little "thank you" its your fucking job to protect me, witch! that's all you're good for is fighting and killing. you gave up your humanity in order to kill things– people, and that's all–

you couldn't stand hearing him talk anymore and immediately jumped at him. yeosang, of course being a poor fighter and slow reactor, didn't have time to think as you're shoving him to the ground and a knife pressed to his throat.

"do you know how easy it is for me to kill and devour you. i could do it right now, and literally no one in the fucking forest would be able to stop me. they aren't here to save you. no one is here to save you, little prince. and i could be making a lot more money right now if i turned you into the dark army. i would be granted thousands and thousands more gold for fucking killing you than the amount you're offering me to protect your little helpless self," you say, teeth clenched together as you pressed the knife dangerous more close to his skin.

"p-p-please," he manages out, tears welling up in his eyes and you would have honestly thought he was scared if it wasn't for his obvious erection that was brushing up against you.

"please what, prince?" you say, trying to hold back the mocking tone, as you notice a faint, thin line of blood trailing down his neck from where your knife is pressed.

"please," he starts with a shuddered breath, "please fuck me."

"fuck you?" you say with a laugh, but it wasn't genuine. no this was anything, but that. you were laughing and mocking him. "i thought i had no humanity? why would you want a monster fucking you? unless..." you trail off with another laugh as you sit up, straddling him.

his clothed erection rubbed nicely against your clothed cunt and you couldn't help but grin as you rolled your hips. yeosang immediately let out a startled moan as his face flushed a bright red.

"unless my little prince likes when monsters fuck him. are you a monsterfucker, yeosangie?" you mock him and he opens his mouth in an attempt to argue with you, but you simply roll your hips to shut him up. "if i had known this would shut you up, i would have fucked you at the beginning of this journey. taken you right in front of everyone and after every fight. you would have liked that wouldn't you?"

yeosang can only let out a string of moans as he tries to roll his hips up to gain any sort of friction or pleasure.

"do you want me to fuck you, yeosang?" you asked as you let your knife trail over his clothed chest before stopping at where his belt was. you noted how the belt had his family crest on it... well not much of a family now since they're all dead.

"y-yes! yes, please fuck me," he says as he attempts to move his hands, but suddenly two dark shadow hands shoot up from the ground and grab his own. the shadow hands pin yeosang's own above his head, and you notice the slight surprised expression on his face.

it honestly made you want to laugh at him. at how seemingly innocent yet sinful the prince was.

"i bet this has always been your dream to be fucked by a powerful monster. did you touch yourself at night alone in your tent to the thought of me ravaging you and turning you into a hopeless mess?"

yeosang could only moan at your words as he watched you drag your knife down his shirt, easily cutting away the rich fabric and exposing his toned chest. this reveal honestly surprises you a little to see how toned and muscular he is, but you think its because he has always opted to wear stuff that was larger than him.

you feel a chill run over him and goosebumps appear on his skin as you trailed your nails down his abs. "f-feels good," he whimpers and you can't help but grin at how you touching his abs was making him feel good.

"you know... do you really deserve to be fucked by me? have you earned the right to be fucked by a powerful monster?" you say suddenly stopping and retracting your hands and knife away from him. a look of panic crossing over his face and yeosang is about ready to beg. he opens his mouth to speak but a third shadow hand appears and shoves its fingers in his mouth, gagging him and stopping him from talking.

you can see through the slightly transparent hand that yeosang is greedily sucking on the fingers, tongue wrapping around them as they start to thrust in his mouth. you notice how some drool begins to spill from his mouth, but he doesn't seem to mind.

you make quick work of his shirt, ripping it off of him with ease before letting the shredded fabric lay around the two of you. if yeosang is surprised then he doesn't show it, obviously too occupied by the fingers in his mouth. the shadow hands pinning his hand above his hand have moved from pinning his wrist to interlocking its fingers with his.

the whole sight before you if nothing less of erotic and you wonder what people would say if they saw such a prince like yeosang reduced to nothing but a fucked out mess.

you slowly slip off of him and he immediately whines around the fingers at the loss of contact with you. but his whines don't last for long as more shadow hands shoot up from the ground. two immediately go to his chest, groping him and pinching his nipples and you smile at the gargled moans that leave his stuffed lips.

the other two shadow hands were quick to move yeosang's legs, holding them up in the air and basically bending him in half. your eyes trailed along his lower half before you raised your knife gently and began along the seam of his pants. you tossed your knife carelessly beside you before you’re ripping the seam of his pants and exposing both his cock and ass to air around you both.

"who would have known you have such a large cock for such a bratty and rude prince. do you even know how to use something this big?" you tsk'ed and yeosang only moaned around the fingers as you took his rather large member into your hand. you couldn't help lean down and lick a long strip up his length before flicking your tongue at his slit.

yeosang's whole body twitches at the feeling and you can tell he's growing more and more excited by the second with how hot his body is getting. you continued to lick his cock, but never fully taking him in your mouth before you're trailing your tongue down his length, to his balls, and finally to his puckered hole.

you can't help the slight ego boost when you see him clench around nothing, and that's when you suddenly get the thought to give him something to clench around. that's when another hand appears and starts playing with the prince's ass. you notice how euphoric yeosang looks and you can't help, but want to tease and mock him until he's crying.

"i knew you were nothing but a slut wanting to be fucked," you said as you started to remove some of your clothes. your large board sword resting next to yeosang and you make quick work to remove you own pants, revealing your wet cunt to yeosang who honestly looks like he's about to fall in love.

you feel him squeeze the shadow hands and you remove the one in his mouth, he's breathless and drool is all over his chin and dripping down.

"p-please, please ride me. use me to get off," his voice is hoarse and there's a thin layer of sweat starting to cover him. you hover over him, your cunt gently grazing over his cock and you feel him attempt to thrust up before the shadow hands holding his legs open stop him.

"is that what my little prince wants?" you ask and yeosang nods his head so fast that you think he might give himself whiplash. you give him a quick peck to his cheek before the shadow hands holding his legs disappear and you, yourself, slowly lower them enough for you to straddle him. your dripping cunt hovering over his thick cock and its when you're sinking down on him does the shadow hand at his ass slowly start to enter a finger.

you feel the prince shudder and moan and twitch underneath you and you have to try and bit back a moan from how he stretches you out. yes, it was nothing like mingi's cock, but then again the adventure guardian wasn't human, while yeosang is a human.

when you fully bottom out, that's when you remember that this isn't your story. you aren't some powerful witch hired to protect a prince. just like how you weren't a princess who was trying to take her kingdom back with the help of pirates.

it's also when you realize that you haven't seen the key of the fantasy section.

"yeosang..." you trail off as you begin to ride him. the prince – guardian – whatever he was looks at you with a dazed look. "where's the key, yeosang?" you ask, trying your best to control your voice. you needed to keep sounding intimidating to him.

"key...?" he says, voice breathy as you clench around him. you feel his tip hit your sweet spot making you let out small moans. the shadow hand ruthlessly thrusting its fingers inside of his ass, stretching him out and making him a moaning mess. fuck, you needed answers from him.

"yes, yeosang, the key! the key to the fantasy section! where is it?"

"no... i don't– fuck! please don't leave me, y/n. not again. i can't... i can't lose you again and again. stay here with me, please!" he begs, tears running down his face as he realizes what's going to happen.

"i can't stay here, yeosang. i don't... fuck, i don't belong here. not when i can't remember ▇▇▇▇ and ▇▇▇▇. not when i have someone waiting for me," you tell him as you slow down your movements but still wanting that release you know is approaching.

"its not fair..." he whispers with a soft moan as you lean down to rest your forehead against his own. "i love you. its not fair how you're always ripped away from me– from us. each and every time."

you can't help but feel your heart clench at his words. why do you feel such longing for him, you don't even really know the fantasy guardian and yet...

and yet it feels like you do. like you've met him before, but not just once but a thousand times before this moment. before the library.

you make the shadow hands disappear, freeing yeosang's hands and you immediately feel him hold you close to him as he thrust up into you. tears running down his face and you do your best to kiss him away before you feel him stilling inside of you, pumping you full of his cum. this climax feels bittersweet as you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

"i'll always love you, y/n, please don't forget that," he whispers in your ear before you feel everything slowly fade to darkness.

when you wake up, you're back in the library. the keeper of keys is setting a cup down on the table in front of you. your eyes meet for a second before he's turning to leave without a word. you feel panic rush through you and you reach out to him, grabbing his wrist and stopping him.

he looks like he's about to kill you for touching him and you immediately retract your hand. "umm... did i... did i pass yeosang's trial?"

"yes, congrats; however, mingi and yeosang are often the easiest ones to pass. the other guardians are not as such and will do things to make you fail. trick you, break you, seduce you, and even try to love you. but if you want to pass you cannot let their story pull you in. understand?"

"yes. i understand," you tell him and the keeper nods before he's disappearing once more between the vast shelves of the library. you look down at your key ring to notice yeosang's key having joined mingi's. "i understand completely."

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LIBRARY OF ILLUSION : THE TWILIGHT PRINCESS ... mature rated series

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pairing : pirate!mingi x princess!reader

genre: adventure, smut, pirate au

word count : 3k

warnings : language, 8ft tall mingi (implied monster mingi), mentions of death

smut warnings : unprotected sex, monster cock!mingi, size difference, manhandling, fingering, stomach bulge (kind of), princess (both title and pet name)

journeying into the first section, adventure, you soon find yourself placed in the shoes of a princess aboard a pirate ship where she is attempting to take her kingdom back from twilight. without much guidance, you find yourself face to face with the first guardian as you attempt to complete his trial.

you felt like you were teetering from side to side as you made an attempt to stand up. it was a poor attempt as you immediately fell back to the ground. the ground being the deck of the pirate ship you had stowed away on.

wait a minute.

you didn't stow away on a pirate ship.

last thing you remember was being inside that library, you had ventured into the adventure section and then...

huh, you don't remember. you let out a sigh as you once again attempt to stand up. you bunched up the skirt of you dress, your heels making a rather deep click sound as you finally stood back up.

about damn time, you think as you look around the deck of the ship to see not another soul in sight.

this was wrong. there should be a whole crew of pirates running around in order to make the ship sail smoothly. but it was just you. you probably would have felt more unnerved than you already were if you slowly didn't remember that the guardian of the section had to be here somewhere. right?

your eyes drifted up to the main deck of the ship was, where the wheel remained untouched and you couldn't help but feel like someone should have been there. where was-

a loud crash startled you from your thoughts and you turned to see the door that leads below deck is thrown open. you swallow the large lump in your throat as you take a frightful step back. you were stuck with nowhere to go.

that's when you hear the heavy footsteps that first sound from below deck. you can barely feel the thumping of your heart over the thumping of the footsteps against the wooden steps. then you see a head of brightly colored hair before you're greeted with a sharp gaze. you back away just a little further from the person until you're tripping over your edges of your dress and falling to the ground.

no fucking way... was this the guardian of this section? the adventure guardian. your eyes traveled up his large figure and you concluded that there was no godly way this guardian was human. not with how fiery his hair was and by just how tall he was.

fuck, just how tall was this guy?

"you," he starts and you feel yourself getting flustered with just how deep his voice is. it was like something shot through you as you just kept taking in his appearance. "are you looking for this?" he asks before he's holding up a key that looks a little too tiny in his giant hands.

that's when you remember why you're here. why you got transported to this ship. you needed to pass his trial in order to receive his key and mark of the section. that was what the keeper of keys told you anyways.

"y-yes! it is! give it to me!" you say, quickly standing to your feet. you couldn't help but blink in shock by how demanding you sounded.

"my, my princess, you think that after all this time you've spent on board with us, that you would know how to ask nicely for things. especially when it comes to things you desperately want. did captain not teach you enough manners?" oh god, he's taunting you know and this is when you fully take in his height.

craning your neck up even with the distance between you two. there was no possible way he was human. you can't help the way your heart jumps to your throat and how aggressively butterflies start to swarm around in your stomach. you felt your body slowly get hotter and hotter the longer you stared at him, and you know its rude. you know that ▇▇▇▇ would be upset with you for forgetting your etiquette.

wait, why couldn't you remember his name?

"you know..." he trails off catching your attention. "i'm surprised you're here, and that you look the exact same as you did all those lifetimes ago," he says as he took several steps closer to you until he was bending over slightly in order to take your hand into his and bringing it up to his lips. "you still look as beautiful though," he adds before he's kissing your hand.

why did this all feel so familiar? like you've been here before with this guardian, on this ship, demanding him to give you something, his kissing your hand. you're mind feels a little fuzzy as you're starting to see things, see memories that weren't yours... at least you think they weren't yours.

"mingi, give it to me," you demand again and chill is immediately sent down your spine when the pirate grins at you.

his large hand suddenly comes up to easily squish your cheeks together. you can't help the sudden adrenaline that rushes through your body and to your core even when you feel him manhandle you just a little bit.

"what did i tell you about demanding things from me, princess. have you learned nothing, or is it that you want me to teach you a lesson?" he asks, craning your neck up to forcefully look at him and you can feel yourself moving to stand on your tiptoes as he's able to pick you up with just his one hand. his face is extremely close to yours with his hot breath hitting your face.

you have to will yourself to not try and rub your thighs together. you know that if he finds out how turned on you're becoming thanks to him, he will on taunt you more.

"unless..." he says, smirk painting his face, "you want me to teach you a lesson?" he adds before putting you down and letting go your face. you couldn't help but immediately try and rub the cramp that was forming in your neck.

you then have to stop yourself from immediately jumping away in surprise as mingi bends down, face to face with you as he says, "if you want the key so badly, princess, then let me teach you a few lessons in etiquette."

was this his trial? you thought as you watched him stand back up to his full height and turn on his heel before he once more goes back below deck. was allowing his to teach you a few "etiquette lessons" the trail you had to complete. you couldn't help but lick your lips before you followed after him, your heels clicking against the wooden deck and stairs which earned his attention.

mingi turned around with a smirk on his lips before he took in your slowly flustered looking appearance. "i always knew you were a masochist, princess."

"a-ah! mingi, fuck," you gasp out, your hands fisting the sheets tightly below you as mingi fingered you. your back arched high off the bed as your body tried to pull away from the stimulation. the stimulation and pleasure that was slowly bring you to the edge closer than you wanted it to. "a-a-ah– fuck! fuckfuckfuckfuck," you moan when you feel mingi use his free hand to hold you down.

"such a foul mouth, princess, don't you know better than to say such things," mingi tsk'ed at you and you found it quite ironic how him, a pirate, was telling you to watch your mouth. you couldn't help but moan at the pressure on his hand on your stomach as he presses down on you, stopping you from moving as he abused your poor pussy.

fuck and this was only his fingers, you couldn't help but clench around them at the thought of when he finally puts his cock in you. how big you know he'll stretch you out like he's done before.

"m-mingi, it feels so good please! let me come!" you say as mingi's long fingers hit your sweet spot over and over again. you cry out when he does the 'come hither' motion. the heat in your lower stomach keeps growing more and more, and you swear you think you're about to rip the sheets from how hard you're pulling at them.

"mingi– mingi, please let me come!" you beg again, tears welling up in your eyes from how you're back your orgasm. waiting for him to tell you it's okay to come.

"do you think you've been good enough to come, princess? think you deserve to?" mingi is teasing you as you feel him slow his fingers in order to taunt you. fuck this guy.

"yes! yes! i have been! please let me come! let me have your cock, please!" you beg, tears streaming down your face. mingi can't help but chuckle at how desperate you are. he hovers over your body and you feel a pleasured chill run up your spine as he licks one of your tears.

his lips then hover close to your ear as he whispers, "go ahead and come, princess." and just like that you feel the heat in your body snap and you're coming around his long fingers.

you come with a loud, almost ear-piercing cry mixed with a strangled moan and you feel your body shake from how long you had been holding your orgasm. mingi can only grin at how much your body is falling apart just for him and he's quickly leaning over and capturing your lips with his own.

"my princess, you've done so well. are you ready for my cock?" he ask and you immediately nod your head, a mantra of yes's leaving your lips and you feel yourself falling more and more in a fucked induced state.

mingi's grin never leaves his lips as he undoes the buttons of his trousers, your eyes falling his every movements like a hawk. he notes how flushed you look, a layer of sweat covering your whole body as you're trying to catch your breath. he can see the dazed look in your eyes and he's reminded about how he's seen you like this many times before. his princess. their princess.

"mingi," your voice comes out in a whine as you watch him remove the finally layer of his clothing. you can't help but clench at how his hard cock stands proud and almost angry looking. fuck, he's big, you think as you take in his size. the thought of will he fit floats in your head before you're pushing it in the back of your head.

like your body moves on its own, you spread your legs beckoning him between them. mingi notes how despite you coming only moments ago, you're already ready to continue. already ready to take his cock.

"oh, princess, don't look so eager, or else i won't hold back," he says as he moves between your legs and he swears that you spread your legs even further. the inhuman pirate towers over you and you can't help the whine that leaves you when he rests his cock on top of you.

it rubs nicely against your leaking folds as the both of you see how big he is compared to you. his tip resting past your belly button and it sends a shiver over your body from not only his length, but also from it heavily rests against your body and his thickness.

"f-fuck," you moan out as you move your body, your arms hooking underneath your legs in order to hold them up. basically presenting yourself to him. you felt some of your juices run down your pussy and over your ass. "p-please fuck me mingi! i'm up, please mate press me," you beg, voice shaking from how desperate you're feeling.

"oh princess, look at you. not very lady-like of you, did you forget what you were taught or has being on the sea with pirates stripped that away from you," mingi laughs as he reaches over you easily in order to grab a pillow before stuffing it under your lower back. "as much as you like feeling the pain, i don't want to snap your spine in half," he says before he's taking your legs easily with one of his hands and bending you in half.

you let out a surprised cry as you feel mingi enter you, his thick girth stretching you out. you throw your head back, mouth hanging opened as incoherent noises escape you. you feel a line of drool spill out of the corner of you mouth as mingi eventually bottoms out inside of you. your lover lets out a few curses as his entire body towers over you, his one hand pressing holding your legs up as his other hand rest above your head to brace himself.

"fuck, princess, you're so tight," he sounds a little surprised by his words as he begins moving his hips, slowly dragging himself against your walls before pushing back inside you. you feel him rub against your womb nicely, warmly every time he thrust inside of you. the two of you let out a string of moans as he continues to fuck you, his speed picking up with each thrust.

you let out a few shuddered gasp as the thoughts of only mingi and his cock cloud your mind. the thoughts of what you were doing before sits in the back of your mind and this reality and your own start to blend.

are you really a princess who ran away after her kingdom was taken over. running away with your guard and advisor after you watched you're father be killed by the magical army. how ▇▇▇▇ had to rip you away from your father's body, as he carried you away. fuck, why couldn't you remember anyone's name? why only mingi's?

your guard, no he wasn't just your guard but your best friend... your lover. just like your advisor. ▇▇▇▇ and ▇▇▇▇, no why couldn't you remember their names. why couldn't you remember the captain's name? captain ▇▇▇▇. his face was right there, but blurry and unrecognizable. you feel frustrated for not being to remember your lovers' faces. what kind of princess and lover were you.

"ah, mingi," you say, feeling the tears running down your face as you crane your neck to look at your fiery lover.

"yes, princess?" he doesn't halt his thrust, but you can tell that he's listening and waiting for you to speak.

"why can't– fuck– why can't i remember their names. why can't i see their faces?" you cry out and you can hear how shaky your voice is.

"because that's not how the library works, princess."

"library?" that's right. you weren't actually a princess. you're inside a library, trying to finish the trials of each guardian. trying to find the treasure to save your friend. "ah, mingi! the key!" you say as you suddenly start to remember why you were here.

mingi only grunts as he picks up the speed of his thrust, and you can't help but clench around his cock. the wet sounds of your juices mixing together fills yours ears as you feel them leaking out of your hole more and more. your hand immediately comes up and tangles into his hair, you give it several tugs here and there as you feel yourself coming closer and closer to your second orgasm.

"m-mingi! can i... can i come?" you ask as your other arm grabs a fistful of sheets.

"fuccck~ go ahead, princess, come around my cock," he says as you finally come for the second time. you were basically held in place thanks to mingi holding your ankles in a tight grip. your pussy clenches around him as your juices leak out and it's only moments later when mingi is stilling and filling you with his seed.

you feel his cum fill you up and paint your walls nicely, leaving your mind dazed as the pirate slowly moves his hips a little bit before he's slowly pulling out of you.

you felt out of breath, chest heaving as you watch mingi slowly lower your legs – which feel like jello with how shaky they are. mingi remains sitting on his knees between your legs. his hands come up to rub over your body as he leans over you, face to face.

"mingi..." you trail off feeling your eyes starting to get heavy.

"it was nice seeing you again princess," he says before pressing his lips to yours. when he pulls away you feel like a part of you leaves as well when you can no longer feel his body heat against yours. you try to reach out to him, to pull him back, but it's no use. your limbs are all like jello, and your eyes soon fall shut.

when you wake up, you find yourself back in the library. you're laying on a velvet couch, a small blanket thrown over you and you can't help but wonder if what you just experienced was all a dream.

"ah, you're awake," a familiar voice says and you look behind the couch to find the keeper of keys standing there. you watch as he walks up to you, his hand digging inside his pocket before he showing you a rather large ring-looking thing.

"what is this?" you ask as you take the ring from him.

"its a key holder," he says before gesturing behind you and you turn your head to see a key – the one mingi was holding – resting on the table. your heart beats loudly when you reach for, taking the metal in your hands and you note its a lot larger than what mingi made it look like.

"congrats on passing your first trial," the male says and you turn to look back at him as walks around the couch, but you note how he keeps his distance from you. not getting too close.

you can't help but think back to all the emotions and thoughts that had went through you in the adventure section. how your memories were getting mixed with that of the character you were put into. how upset you were not being able to remember any faces or names.

"would like some tea before you start your next trial?"

"yes, please."

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Desire - JJK (18+)

Pairing: CEO! Jungkook X Assistant! reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT [Minors are NOT allowed!!]

Summary: Jungkook hates you, you hate Jungkook but sometimes desire is more important than hatred.

Wordcount: 2201

Warnings: Infidelity, Jungkook cheats on his girlfriend with the reader, Jungkook is a douche, unprotected sex (wrap it, y'all), creampie, sex on a bathroom counter, kinda enemies to lovers (?). NSFW!!

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Jungkook is the epitome of perfection.

Perfect face, perfect body, perfect grades, perfect life and now a perfect position in his perfect company. And maybe that is what makes him imperfect, that he is way too perfect to feel more like a human and less like a robot.

Only thing to make him feel like a human is..... hating you. 

What he hates about you is how you (too) are so perfect yet so human!

You have a perfect face, perfect body, perfect smile, perfect performance, perfect timing, perfect organization skills and perfect bonding with most of the employees. Seemingly no one hates you (apart from Jungkook obviously) and that irks him. When you first joined his company as his personal assistant, most of his employees talked about you behind your back. Some of them called you an opportunist, some called you a slut because unlike others you did not have to appear for an interview. You got in with Jungkook’s friend, Jimin’s recommendation but then within a few weeks, everyone turned into well-wishers. And Jungkook still questions himself, “how?”.

He knows his employees call him arrogant bastard, rude jerk bla bla bla as he has never done anything to be friendly with them, not that he wants to but still it irks him that they like you more than they like him. And that makes him hate you even more.

He would burden you with work after work and you would still manage to complete everything within time. He would scold you with every little inconvenience you made, you would still smile at him. He would cancel your leaves at the last minute, and you would craft a perfect email explaining why it is not justified while mentioning every possible employee rule and law. You would leave him gaping for words to type and he would fail miserably. What the fuck!?

But what Jungkook hates the most about you is that you crawl in the back of his head, even when he is with his girlfriend, and stay there for an unhealthy amount of time. He hates you because you do unexplainable things to him and yet pretend not to know anything. 

It’s the weekend and Jungkook is finally relieved. He is out with his girlfriend and friends to a bar downtown, in the hopes of drinking down your thoughts. Finally a day, when you won’t be around him for nine fucking hours. Is this what peace is? 

However, soon it comes to an end when Jimin declares that he has invited you to join them. Jungkook almost chokes on his drink. 

“What? Why?” he screams almost. 

“Why not?  Y/N is my friend and your PA. She's not a total stranger. What’s so wrong with inviting her?” Jimin asks, confusion dripping through his voice. 

“Nothing.” Jungkook replies. He doesn’t know the answer. There is certainly nothing wrong with inviting you. It’s just the fact that he doesn’t like you and he can’t tell this to his friends. Because again he has no answer why he hates you so much. 

“Oh, here!” Jimin shouts, grabbing everyone’s attention. He waves his hands towards someone and Jungkook knows the bane of his existence has arrived.  

He curses under his breath when you come into his view. As he turns his head following Jimin’s line of sight, he sees you, looking like a walking sin. The person who always conceals herself behind those button-up dress shirts and dress pants, is now wearing a bodycon black dress with spaghetti straps. The dress hugs all of your curves perfectly, making Jungkook want to trace his hands all over your body. And the amount of cleavage you are showing, god! He wants to bury his head into tha- Wait! What!? What is he thinking? You are his assistant! And his girlfriend is right here beside him! What the hell is this feeling? It is the alcohol right? He hates you right? 

He gulps down the rest of his whiskey and pours another peg as you greet everyone present there. 

“Hello, Mr. Jeon. Hi, Eun-bi.” You greet Jungkook and his girlfriend while sitting down beside Jimin. Jungkook lifts up his eyes from the glass to take a look at you. Fuck! You look so beautiful. You look so much better with your hair loose than you do in those low buns. He sucks in a breath and he keeps on checking you out shamelessly. He doesn’t care if his girlfriend catches him. 

The night flows well as you all bitch about board members, stakeholders and other boring stuff just as normal adults. You engage in some girly conversations with Eun-bi from time to time. As the girl often visits Jungkook in his office, you know her well. Jungkook almost scoffs, seeing you being so friendly with her. You should be jealous of her. She has something you don’t. You don’t have Jungkook. But you clearly don’t care. You don’t want Jungkook, even when he wants you. 

Jungkook’s grips on the glass go tighter. 

“Your perfume is so nice. What is it, may I ask?” You ask eun-bi. She giggles. 

“I know right. It-” Jungkook cuts Eun-bi off.

“Victoria’s secret. Something you can’t afford.” Jungkook scoffs, winding a hand around his girlfriend’s shoulder. 

You chuckle dryly but don’t say anything. At this point, you are accustomed to this douchebag behaviour of your boss. 

“I am sure she can. She works hard to get paid. I am certain she can own luxury items if she wants.” Jimin butt-in into the conversation. You almost flinch to his voice next to you, rather close to you. 

When you turn your head, your face stays inches away from Jimin’s as he gives you one of his eye-smiles. You smile back, not minding the proximity you two are in. One of Jimin’s hands reaches for your thigh and stays there. 

Jungkook’s eyes follow every of your and Jimin’s actions and he gradually starts seeing red. 

“Do you think they are dating?” Eun-bi whispers in Jungkook’s ear. His eyes move towards Jimin’s arm, which clearly hints that his palm is resting on your thigh or maybe somewhere more intimate. 

“I don’t know.” he grits through his teeth. 

Some more drinks and Jimin’s flirtatious comments later, you get up from your seat and head towards the washroom. 

Gladly, it is vacant here. You need to scream. You need to let out the suppressed anger that is instigated by your one and only boss, Jeon Jungkook. Even though you smiled through his jab, even though Jimin defended you, it’s not enough. You need to punch that guy. You want to punch him square in his handsome face to relieve some of your frustration. He treats you like trash at work, he is rude and arrogant and he seems to hate you and you don’t know why. What you know is that each of his abrupt behaviour sends a vibration directly to your clit. 

When days are rough, or more likely, when he makes your day rough, you reach home, go for a hot shower and chase your high, imagining Jungkook. You know it’s not right but you don’t care. He puts you through hell enough for you to care. 

Today it’s different. Today he decided to humiliate you in front of a group of people and not inside closed doors. Today you are not aroused but you are angry. You breathe heavily for calming yourself down. 

“Are you fucking Jimin?” A voice so familiar says from behind. 

“What the-” You turn your head to see Jungkook locking the door of the “women's” toilet. 

“What are you doing here, Mr. Jeon? This is not men's washroom.” Your reply escapes through gritted teeth. 

“Answer what I asked! Was he touching your cunt under the table?” Jungkook takes steps towards the bathroom counter, where you are standing. 

“What the hell, Mr. Jeon? Mind your language.” You almost scream as you look up to him. Now he stands infront of you tall and proud. His dress shirt is unbuttoned enough to give you a view of his chest. His clear bulge pokes through his tight skinny jeans. You suck in a breath, trying not to make it obvious that his appearance has effects on you. 

“Are. You. Fucking. Jimin?” he asks again. His eyes are filled with fury you have never seen before. 

“None of your busine-” You try to say but you get interrupted as he grabs the back of your head and slams his lips on yours. 

The kiss is harsh, heated and hungry. You don’t kiss back immediately but then you feel his hand gripping your ass and you give in to the temptation. The very last bit of rationality left your body when you feel his tongue inside your mouth tasting each inch of you. 

In the back of your head you know it’s not right. Jungkook has a girlfriend and she is sitting just outside. He is cheating on her with you, which makes you a homewrecker but at the same time you can’t deny the hot feeling you have for this infuriating obnoxious man. And in this war of rationality and desire, you let your desire win this time. 

Jungkook lifts you up and sits you down on the bathroom counter without breaking the kiss. 

He bites down on our lower lip before detaching his lips from yours and aiming for your neck this time. He sucks and nibbles hard. Hard enough to leave bruises for everyone to see. 

“You dressed like a slut to impress Jimin. Didn’t you?” he utters between his sucking sessions, 

“You want him you take you home and fuck your little cunt? Huh?” one of his hands grips your thigh harshly and then dips between them to touch where you need him the most. 

His fingers hover over your clothed cunt as he tries to feel your wetness. And he understands that you are not that aroused yet. You let out a little whimper feeling his fingertips brushing through your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Oh. so he wasn’t finger-fucking you under the table?” Jungkook says, finally removing his face from your neck and looking directly in your eyes. His fingers have a mind of their own as they push your underwear to the side and glide up and down on your folds. You hiss. 

“Even if he did… there is nothing for you to care about, Jungkook.” You reply gripping on his arm tightly, trying not to moan out loud as two of his fingers slide in your hole while his thumb draws circles on your clit. 

He pushes his fingers further in your cunt and curls them to hit you on a specific place. You wonder how he knows your body so well when it’s the first time he has ever touched you? 

“I don’t know, Y/N! You tell me? Why do I hate you so much? Yet why does my blood boil when someone is touching you?” he seethes through gritted teeth while continuing abusing your cunt with his fingers. 

‘Fuck! You are such a douchebag but you know how to use your fingers right.” you reply and he chuckles darkly at your response.

“I know how to use my cock too.” he replies. 

“Then are you waiting for your girlfriend to see us? Fuck me already!!” you semi-scream. 

“You want me to dig into your cunt? With my cock?” Jungkook says as he steps away for a minute to unbuckle his belt and pull out his dick. 

You stare down at him with hooded eyes, silently praising the length and girth of his cock. 

He comes closer and puts his hand under your dress to pull down your underwear. Without wasting any time he puts his dick into you. It enters your sloppy cunt without any hindrance.  

“Fuck!” you both say at the same time. He gives you some time to adjust before he starts moving. Then he starts pounding into you and oh boy! His pace is inhumane! 

You grip his arms while he grabs your waist tightly to support his speed. He rutts rapidly into you and you soon feel your heat building. You start squeezing his shaft and his dick starts twitching. 

“Where do I cum?” Jungkook says, being breathless. 

“I am on pills.” You reply. Jungkook fills you in with his cum just as your sentence ends. 

He drops his head in the crook of your neck as both of you try to catch your breath. 

“This should never happen again.” you say, panting hard. 

“We will see about th-” Jungkook gets interrupted with a knock on the door. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Eun-bi shouts from outside. Guilt and shame creeps into you as you decipher what you just did. You look up to see Jungkook having no hint of remorse. 

“I will hide inside a stall for now. Go out, tell them that you are feeling sick, go home with Jimin if he insists on dropping you and text me as soon as he leaves you alone.” He says in a breath before he disappears inside a stall. And you realize the mess you have got yourself into. 

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that ateez reaction was so cute 😭 crying begging on my knees for an ateez reaction to you initiating skin-ship first 🤧

ah! i'm so glad you enjoyed, anon! and thank you for this request as well as your support!

⌕ . . . ateez — you initiating skinship first !

bf ! ateez x gn ! reader ★ fluff ★ short reaction ★ warnings: none. let me know if i missed anything!

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💭 SCENARIO : 001 !

when you first grabbed for his hand, he had to do a double-take - he didn't think you'd grab for him so casually and it made his head spin a bit. he'd drag his thumb across your knuckles soothingly, asking you if you were okay or if you just wanted to hold his hand (he'd get so bashful if the answer was the latter).

seonghwa. mingi. jongho.

💭 SCENARIO : 002 !

you were sitting on the couch when your temple met the top of his shoulder, the crown of your head burying into his neck softly. without hesitation, he'd lay his head atop yours, even slouching down a bit more to make sure you were comfortable. wrapping his arm around your waist after so you knew you were always more than welcome to be so close to him.

yunho. san. wooyoung.

💭 SCENARIO : 003 !

freezes up a bit when you wrap your arms around him from behind. tries soooo hard to act unaffected (he's stumbling over his words). slowly gets used to the proximity as you begin to sway back and forth with him. finds himself turning around to hug you properly before he even finishes his task.

hongjoong. yeosang.

© 8turning 2023.

Stay | JJK

summary: when a creepy stranger follows you to your new job, your best friend jungkook makes sure he never does it again. but now he’s hurt and you’re determined to tend to his wounds, no matter how awkward if feels.

pairing: jungkook x reader

wc: 5,778

warnings/genre/rating: 17+, best friends to lovers; swearing; mentions of violence and bruises; insinuation of stalking; emotional distress; kissing; romantic touching; a bit of jealousy; vague reference to family estrangement; in this world, jungkook likes coffee but you don’t; and this is all obviously made up, none of it’s real

a/n: look, idk what this is. it just happened while i was missing a cute someone. having a really hard time writing rn so apologies if this isn’t what you were expecting. maybe you’ll like it (i hope so!)

The last few hours of your shift pass quietly.

You weren’t expecting any customers at this hour, especially given the warming temperatures, although convenience stores do tend to have some weirdos walk in at odd hours.

You duck below the front counter to clean the glass encasing the lottery tickets and hear the front door chime.

Quickly removing your hand, you start locking up the case when you hear something land on top of the counter. Tilting your head up, you see two Starbucks cups sat atop the counter.

“We don’t—“

When you meet the eyes of the customer, you realize it’s Jungkook.

“Done yet?”

“Not yet,” you reply, sighing as you glance at the clock behind you. “Nearly an hour left.”

Jungkook sighs. “You need a different job,” he says, looking over his shoulder before stuffing his hands in his pocket. “ I have a bad feeling about those dudes hanging out front.”

You look past him and shake your head.

You recognize one of the guys, the same guy that asked you out a few weeks ago. The one you’re certain belongs to some gang or mafia or something. You wonder if he thinks you may change your mind if you see him around enough times.

Little does he know, he’s the reason you’ve been applying to dozens of jobs to get out of this hellhole and as far from him as possible.

But you haven’t had much luck yet and you can’t afford to be jobless.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook. I can handle them. Anyways,” you stop for a second, pointing at the cups. “One of these for me?”

“No, I need both of these if I gotta listen to you.”

“This one better not be coffee or I’ll—“

You grab the one closest to you, sniffing the warm chocolate aroma and sighing in relief.

“I asked them to spike it with espresso.”

“Jerk,” you reply, smiling with the knowledge that Jungkook would never forget your drink order. He knows how much you despise coffee.

One by one, customers leave the coffee shop and you don’t blame them. With the number of mistakes the new barista is making, spilling drinks on the floor, on himself, on customers, you would be inviting a burn just to stay within 10 feet of him.

But you remain standing, grimacing every time one of the customers walks out with rather harsh parting words.

Too harsh, considering that his face probably drew in far more customers than the small shop usually sees.

Finally, you’re next in the line.

Well, you’re now the only person left in line.

When he sees you, his face brightens up tenfold.

“Y/N!! I didn’t expect you here. Hi!”

You step forward and smile at the beautiful boy behind the counter, hoping and praying that the warmth in your cheeks is not translating onto your skin.

“Hi Taehyung! Jungkook told me today was your first day so of course I had to come. How is it going?”

“Good,” is the first word out of his mouth but when you glance at the carnage of spilled drinks being wiped up by another worker, he quickly adds, “But it could be better. I guess I have much more to learn.” The way he scratches the nape of his neck is unexpectedly endearing.

“Let me make you a drink. You hit me as an iced Americano drinker, right?”

Iced Americano. The most repulsive, rancid drink on the menu.

“Yep, mhmm. That’s my drink.”

This is a new low. You’re not proud of yourself for folding but after all the mistakes he made today, you don’t have the heart to add another one to the list.

He prepares it quickly and regretfully manages not to spill it on you. As you take your first sip, the door to the coffee shop opens up behind you.

“Jungkook! You made it, buddy.”

Shit.

You wish the ground could swallow you whole when you notice Jungkook in your periphery, staring at the drink now leaving your lips, your throat twitching from having to push the vile liquid down it.

“Is that… coffee?”

“Haven’t seen much of you lately. So this is where you work now?”

You drum your fingers along the counter of the coffee shop, trying not to let your panic show on your face. You don’t even bother looking at the guy, the same one that fuelled your desire to leave your old job. You assumed you would never have to see him again once you found a new place to work but you were wrong.

With some effort, you manage to muster up your best customer service smile. “What would you like to order?”

He steps closer and you can almost imagine his smug expression as you look past him, trying your best to avoid eye contact.

“What drink can I buy you, beautiful?”

You flinch at the last word, scrunching up your nose as if something smells. You can smell the bullshit on him.

You take one deep inhale and straighten up to face him head on, locking eyes with the creep.

“I don’t want a drink from you. Ever. So either order something for yourself or leave the shop.”

He chuckles. “Don’t get emotional, beautiful. It’s just one drink.”

You scoff, amazed at his audacity.

“Look, I’m not interested. Please leave me alone.”

“Come on, it’s just one drink—“

“She asked you to leave her alone. That means you leave her alone.”

Taehyung is now standing between you and the man, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Why don’t you butt out, man. I’m just talking here.”

“No,” you interject, pushing Taehyung gently aside as you face the creep again, “I’m done talking to you. Are you going to leave or would you prefer the cops escort you?”

“Open up, Y/N. I know you’re home.”

You run to the peephole in your apartment and see Jungkook standing on the other side, pacing back and forth with his hands in fists.

“Now, Y/N, or I’m breaking the door down.”

When you open the door, he practically jumps at you, grabbing your shoulders as he scans your face and then looks at the rest of you. “Are you ok, Y/N? Did he hurt you? Give me his name.”

You realize Taehyung must have told him what happened. You grab Jungkook’s wrist and bring him to your couch, guiding him down as you sit down beside him.

“I’m fine, Jungkook. Perfectly fine. He just asked me out again and I said no. Nothing else happened.”

Jungkook looks relieved. Then he turns back to you.

“Again? You know him?”

“It’s… no, not really. Just some guy.”

You avoid his eyes, picking at a thread on your jeans. He puts his hand on yours.

“Tell me.”

“It’s no one. You don’t know him.”

“Y/N…”

You sigh. “It’s that guy you saw hanging out in front of the convenience store. He had asked me out back then and somehow found me at the coffee shop today. But don’t worry, I told him…” You pause when you notice his eyes clouding over, seemingly in a trance as he stands up, hands tightening into a fist.

“Jungkook?”

“It was the same guy? You’re sure?” He’s looking at you but you know he doesn’t see you. He sees him.

You stand up to face him directly, trying to wade through the fog in his eyes. “Don’t do anything stupid, Jungkook. He won’t—“ He doesn’t wait for you to finish as he pulls his hood over his head, slamming your door behind him.

You run out into the hall but he’s already gone.

Jungkook isn’t responding to your texts or calls. You’ve spent the last two and a half hours walking the streets trying to find him, terrified he might do something incredibly dangerous.

He has a habit of being overprotective and you’re worried he might land himself in the hospital again.

Or worse.

You scan every possible spot he may be, checking in with Taehyung every few minutes ever since you asked him to join the search, but so far neither of you have had any luck.

It’s cold and you can’t stop the disturbing thoughts, the ones with a badly hurt Jungkook. You’re hoping Jungkook doesn’t find him. That asshole is undoubtedly dangerous and if he happens to be with the thugs he usually surrounds himself with, you can’t bear to imagine what they’d do to Jungkook.

A few more hours pass and Taehyung’s roommate forces him to come home, leaving you to continue the search on your own.

You feel helpless and completely alone, letting your feet guide you as you continue to beg the universe to let you find Jungkook safe and sound.

Without realizing it, you’re in the middle of the park where you and Jungkook first met. You look up, almost pleading by now and feel droplets hit your face. You didn’t even realize it was raining.

“Y/N…?”

You turn around to see Jungkook standing a few metres away. Without warning you cry out, hot tears free falling onto your cheeks. Through the tears, you can only see the outline of Jungkook standing in the moon light and wonder if he is really there or if he’s just a beautiful mirage.

“Where were you,” you shout through the tears, nearly wailing at this point. “Why didn’t you answer my calls, idiot? I thought you…you might…”

Jungkook had started walking towards you at some point because his arms are now wrapped around you, his hand cradling your head against his chest. “Shhh, I’m here.”

“I thought you might…might be hurt,” you mutter between breaths, your tears spilling onto his chest and you’re not sure if he even understands what you’re saying.

“I’m ok. Really.”

You sniffle, and Jungkook tilts his head back to look at you. But you immediately pull your arms out from his hug and punch him on the chest. “You jerk, you could have—“

You pause mid sentence when you notice Jungkook wince in pain, far more than you would have expected. You blink a few times and notice the cut on his lip. His eye also seems quite a bit more red and swollen than you remember.

You pull back and stare at him. Although he attempts a smile, it doesn’t fool you, especially when the action causes his cheek to twitch.

“What happened, Jungkook?”

He scratches the back of his neck, looking away now. “Nothing.”

You tilt his face back to you and run your finger over his cut lip. His lip twitches though you know he’s trying to keep a brave face. You trace up to his eye and catch another flinch, and the very beginnings of a bruise.

“You’re hurt.”

“You should see the other guy.”

It takes quite a bit of convincing to get Jungkook back into your apartment. He keeps insisting he can clean himself up and you know it’s because it’s past midnight now.

But you can’t let him take care of himself. Especially when you’re the reason he’s hurt.

Jungkook is sitting on your couch and looking the least comfortable you’ve ever seen him, his leg bouncing so fast you fear he may take off.

“Stay still. I need to get the ointment on your lip or it’ll scar.”

“Wouldn’t I look handsome with a scar?”

Jungkook laughs when you huff in annoyance, but immediately winces in pain, reaching for the cut.

“You’re lucky your lip ring wasn’t ripped out, Jungkook. I can’t believe you would stoop to violence.”

You’re leaning into him now, tilting his chin up so you can get a closer look at the cut.

You notice your heart racing and can’t figure out why. Then you realize Jungkook is staring at you.

“It might be easier for me if you close your eyes.”

“Who says I want this to be easy?”

Groaning, you leave the couch, returning a few seconds later with a bag of frozen peas. You press it against his blackening eye, a little carelessly given his last comment.

“Such gentle bedside manner,” Jungkook mutters, taking the peas from your hands and gently pressing it against his eye.

“Shut up.”

You stand back and survey his face, noticing a crusted cut above his eye. Grabbing the wet towel, you start wiping it off when he grabs your wrist.

“You’re shivering.”

“Hmm?”

Looking down, for the first time you notice you’re drenched, having been far more preoccupied with getting Jungkook cleaned up.

He reaches over and pushes a wet strand from your eyes. You’re staring at him now, swallowing when he wipes away a droplet from your cheek.

“Maybe you want to change into something warmer?”

“Yeah, ok. Give me one sec,” you reply, jumping up to grab a change of clothes. You pause mid-step and look back. “I’ll bring you the hoodie you left last time.”

You let him hit the shower first, standing back in awe when he emerges 20 minutes later in his old hoodie (it’s yours now, but whatever) and a pair of your baggy sweats. He really looks exceptional in sweats, you think to yourself. When he catches you staring, you clear your throat.

“Right. My turn now.”

His reaction to you after your shower is not nearly as… complimentary. You had grabbed the first pair of clothes in your drawer and maybe that was a mistake.

“Duckies?” He looks like he’s fighting back a laugh, but you don’t see anything wrong with the pyjama set. “It looks like someone barfed ducks on you.”

“What? These are normal pyjamas,” you reply, eyes narrowing. “What do you wear? Ironman shorts?”

A grown man is now giggling in your living room. You’re livid.

“How did you know I was wearing Ironman shorts? Did you peek?”

“What the heck? Seriously?” Ease sets in again as you laugh freely, walking over to playfully shove him. He winces in pain again, prompting you to stare at him. “Are you hurt here too?”

You place your hand on his chest and slide it over to where you shoved him. He sharply inhales, the action answer enough for you. You blink a few times and consider the options before landing on one. You realize you need to go with the one that feels the least comfortable.

“Take it off,” you say, vaguely gesturing to his chest.

“Huh?”

“You heard me,” you repeat, grabbing the layer covering his top half. “I need to see what I’m working with.”

“What, again? You really like making me take my clothes off, huh?”

Despite the annoyed groan you let out, you’re actually grateful for his attempt at lightening the mood.

He struggles for a few moments but manages to remove the hoodie with your help. Once it’s completely off, you can’t help but stare at his chest.

“What the fuck, Jungkook. Your boobs are bigger than mine.”

When you look up, you expect to be received by a smug grin or at least a smirk. But he seems to be avoiding your eyes, his ears turning an impressive shade of red.

Instead of teasing him further, you lean in to examine the injuries. Thankfully it’s not as bad as you feared. There is definitely the beginnings of bruising, but nothing major.

You run your hand over the bruised spot on his chest to check for swelling, noticing him jump a little.

“Too cold?”

He nods.

Rubbing your hands together, you try again, resting a fingertip on his skin. He looks up at you and nods. You slide your hand lower to his ribs and Jungkook groans in response. The bruising is a bit worse there and you decide to apply an ice pack to reduce the risk of further swelling.

Unfortunately, ice is not very comfortable.

Every time your hand glides over his chest, he jumps, pulling away from your touch.

“I need to hold this in place for it to work.”

“Fine. Be quick.”

He inhales but the second your hand touches his chest, he jumps again.

“Sorry, try it again.”

You place your hand on his chest again and notice him tensing his body, his abs distracting you momentarily. As you glide it over to his bruised rib, you hear his muffled groans. A few minutes pass as you continue holding on, noticing how cute he looks with his eyes squeezed shut and his self restraint as he bites his lip, willing himself to endure a bit longer.

You let go one hand to reach for his face when you feel him grab your other wrist again.

With his eyes still shut, he whispers so low you almost don’t hear it. “How much longer?”

You blink at him and when you don’t respond, his eyes flutter open.

Suddenly there isn’t enough air. His breath sounds shallow and you wonder if yours sounds the same. With how close he is, you almost forget he asked you a question.

Clearing your throat, you glance into his eyes momentarily before averting your gaze to his hand wrapped around yours. “A few more minutes. Think you can hang in there a bit longer, hmm?”

He sighs, grip loosening but staying where it is. You chance a glance at him again and he is looking at you. The intensity of his gaze runs through you, an intensity you assume stems from his pain. Pain you wish you could take away.

Your eyes drift to his chest and your mind to somewhere further away. You would have never guessed he looks like that under all those baggy clothes. He’s always been so shy about showing his body, and now you can’t help wondering why.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of thumping. Jungkook’s leg is bouncing again and you reach over to rest your free hand on his leg. Your eyes meet and he gives you a small smile before looking away.

You lift the ice pack and press it higher. He hisses, biting his lip again, so hard you fear he may draw blood. Suddenly his hand squeezes yours again, eyes snapping shut. “Ok, enough, Y/N. I can’t take it any more.”

You exhale the breath you’d been holding, removing the ice pack from him. “Ok, fine. I guess that’s enough.”

A shiver passes through him and you watch as he rubs his arm, looking up at you with a sheepish grin. “Thanks.”

As you wrap up the ice pack, Jungkook reaches over you to grab his hoodie. With his face so close to yours, you notice how long his eyelashes are, and how cute his nose looks sitting above his pretty lips.

You quickly look away and wait for him to put on his hoodie. Once it’s on, you look at him again. He looks really tired, the very picture of how you feel.

“You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Jungkook quirks his brow and then shakes his head, pushing himself off the couch very slowly. “I’ll be way more comfortable in my own bed.”

You quickly run to your door, covering it up with your body. “Absolutely no way I’m letting you walk home in this condition. Besides, I’m taking you to the doctor first thing in the morning.”

Jungkook reaches behind you but in his exhaustion he ends up collapsing onto you. You let him lean on your shoulder, cradling his head as you imagine what he’s been through.

He slowly wraps his arms around you, and you two stay like that for a little while longer, standing perfectly still in each other’s arms. These last several hours have been hell.

“Ok fine, I’ll sleep here,” he whispers onto your shoulder, inhaling deeply before pulling away. “But I’ll take the couch.”

You manage to convince Jungkook to share the bed with you, something that Jungkook fights you on even as you’re guiding him under the covers. But you insist, especially since it means he can tell you immediately if he feels worse.

After you tuck him in, you leave for the washroom. When you return, Jungkook is already asleep.

You chuckle when you notice the little pillow barrier he built between you two. You flip off the light and get into bed, leaning over the barrier to give Jungkook the lightest kiss on the head you can manage. “Love ya, dork,” you whisper with a smile, flipping onto your side.

Before long you’re fast asleep. He chances a look over the barrier and confirms it.

Sighing, he lies back down, staring at the ceiling.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

You toss in bed, realizing you’re now awake. With a few blinks to adjust to the darkness of the room, you tilt your head up and catch the red glare from your clock. 3:42am.

Not morning yet.

Blinking some more, memories of this night float to the front of your mind.

With the utmost care, you twist towards the other side. The breath you’d been holding releases as you see Jungkook laying peacefully beside you.

It wasn’t a dream. He’s still here.

You prop up on your elbow as you lean towards him, reaching over the pillow partition to brush a strand that has fallen over his face. He stirs a little, one hand coming over his stomach as the other twitches under the covers.

You watch him breathe.

In and out.

In and out.

He’s such an idiot.

You shiver as that thought hits you. The thought of what could have happened to him.

Behind that rough exterior lies the gentlest person you know.

To the world, he is the bad boy. The tattoos and face piercings. The bruises on his knuckles from boxing. The sound of his motorcycle in the dead of night.

To you, he is the only good thing in your world. The bunny nose scrunches and elmo giggles. The giant hugs when you have to let go first. And the way he always shows up when you need him.

When you two first met, your father warned you away from him. He went so far as to threaten disowning you.

Well. Turns out it wasn’t just a threat. And when the final bell rang, you chose Jungkook.

He has no clue, though. He just knows you as that annoying rich girl who now struggles to make ends meet.

And he’s always been way too considerate to ask what happened. Instead, he offers his ramen whenever you come over and always gets two cups of Starbucks.

And he doesn’t need to know. All that matters is he is the best friend you could ever ask for. The one person who has stood by you through it all.

And the only person you have ever been in love with.

You only wish you could be brave enough to tell him that.

Maybe you could…

You feel an urge to lean over and kiss his forehead.

That should be ok, right?

You stare at him a bit longer, watching his chest rise and fall, soft sounds escaping his lips.

You lean across and rest your hand at his side, taking care not to touch him.

He is still as night itself.

You dip down and let your lips hover over his forehead.

His eyes are closed. Even with his eyes closed, he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

You wish he could see it too.

It’s comical, actually, because he truly is beautiful. But when you told him so, he made some offhanded comment about Taehyung being the handsome one and asked you not to lie. You just brushed it off but at this moment it bothers you. What does he mean?

Look at his cute lil nose.

If you had a nickel for every time you wanted to boop it, you’d be rich again.

And those perfectly pouty lips. Like rose petals on top of each other. You’ve always wondered how…

Only a split second and suddenly your lips are on his. Just the gentlest touch but it’s enough.

You gasp the slightest bit before you pull away, embarrassed and ashamed. But your hand remains planted at his side. When you look back you see Jungkook’s fingers circled around your wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jungkook’s eyes are still closed but he’s smirking now. With a quick tug at your wrist you fall on top of him and he groans, prompting you to prop yourself up again.

“Jungkook—,” you gasp but his other hand pulls you down, your lips crashing onto his again. He sighs against your lips and then kisses you, soft and hard all at once. You smile, kissing him back. When you finally pull away, his eyes are still shut.

“If this is a dream,” he murmurs, his hand making its way up your back. “I’m never waking up again.”

“Jungkook,” you whisper again, sliding your hand up his chest and he groans when you touch a sore spot, “oh, sorry,” you add, glancing down.

He hisses, pulling you onto him and wrapping his arms around you. “Hold me. Even if it’s just for tonight.”

You press a kiss against his chest before snuggling into him.

Then it hits you.

Just for tonight.

You wonder if he wants this to be a one-off thing.

Or he could still be half asleep.

Worries cloud your mind as his arms envelope you. You feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.

You inhale deeply and lift your head a bit. “Just for tonight… is that what you want?”

He sighs, pulling you in tighter. “I want this forever. Just you and me.”

You notice he hasn’t said your name once. Maybe he is still dazed. You did give him some pretty strong painkillers.

He groans again and you lift your head. “Maybe you could…,” he starts and when he doesn’t say anything else you rest your head again.

“Wha—,” you exclaim as Jungkook then pulls you across him, dragging you over his body to his other side, the less bruised one.

“There,” he says, kicking away the pillows and nestling himself into the centre of the bed. “This is perfect. You comfy?” He looks down at you with the biggest smile and warmth spreads across your chest. You can only nod. He chuckles, pulling you in tighter.

And somehow you fall asleep like that.

Like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Morning comes much too soon.

You blink open your eyes to white and yellow haze. The blinds must be drawn.

Fear creeps up your throat as you run your hand across the bed. The tangle of white sheets are just that. Sheets.

He’s gone.

The doubts start to swirl in your head as you remember what he said.

Just for tonight.

He probably regrets it. The kiss. The cuddling. Everything.

Was it too much? Are you too much?

Lost in your own world, you don’t hear the sound of footsteps growing louder as they approach.

Or the sound of something hitting your night table.

But you do feel the arms that snake around you, a hard body gently setting against yours, and warm breath on your neck.

“Mmm,” he hums, kissing your neck, “time to eat.”

When you open your eyes, Jungkook is staring at you. Contrary to the soft and easy way he spoke, there is uncertainty in his eyes. A searching look. A car waiting for a green light.

And it hits you.

He’s just as worried as you are. This is new territory you two are exploring.

He opens his mouth then shuts it, his teeth peeking out to catch on his lip ring. You watch, fascinated, as you wait for him to speak.

He comes in a bit closer then hesitates. “Is this ok? Should I leave? I didn’t know if what happened last night—“

You lift your head and kiss his nose. “More than ok. I want you to stay.” And just like magic, the lost look disappears. His nose scrunches up as he smiles down at you.

“Hungry?”

“Mhmm.”

He helps you up and pulls the sheets from your legs. You can’t help noticing the ease with which he’s moving.

“You seem a lot better than I expected. You’re not hurting still?” When he gives you a quizzical look, you gesture to his chest and ribs. His eyes widen and then he grins.

“I’m JK, remember? Here, I made these special,” he replies, setting a plate of pancakes on your lap. He then pushes off the blanket and sits next to you, setting a plate in front of him. “Do you wanna… maybe take a shower with me after this?”

You nearly choke on your bite, pancake spraying all over the bedspread. “What?” You manage to turn to him and he’s smirking at you.

“I ran home to check on Bam before you woke up and now I’m kinda sweaty. And too tired to wash myself,” he replies, throwing in a quick wink that almost stops your heart, “Don’t you wanna help me wash?”

You groan. Jungkook might be the best person you know but he’s also the most annoying.

Maybe that’s why you two are a perfect match.

“Here,” he says, reaching over to grab the cups from the tray. “Thirsty?”

“Yep,” you reply, taking the cup he’s holding out to you. You sniff it.

“Wait, what is this?”

Jungkook giggles as he takes a sip of his own drink.

“Try it.”

You bring it closer but one sip has you gagging and nearly spitting it out. “Fuck, Jungkook, why?”

He’s laughing, but the moment you look back at him, his expression turns serious. “What? You drink coffee for Tae but not me? I see how it is.”

He starts to get up but you grab his arm. “One sip! I had one fucking sip! You can’t possibly be angry about that,” you yell back, reaching for him. When he turns back around, he’s grinning.

Then he holds out his own cup. You eye it suspiciously and he laughs. “This was yours,” he says, smiling, “It’s hot chocolate. Your favourite.”

He swaps the two cups and pulls you in for a hug.

“And you’re my favourite. I love you, Y/N.”

You’re startled by how suddenly and easily those words fall from his lips. Then you realize you might not have imagined those same words last night.

You wrap your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his hug and the way it engulfs you in a feeling of safety and security. The way Jungkook always makes you feel.

“I love you too, dork.”

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Wallflower - Part Two - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

PART ONE HERE.

🌻 Summary: The events of Sunday morning won’t leave your mind, and you are determined to figure out if every aspect of the rumor about your nerdy coworker, Seonghwa, is true.

🌻 Word count: 11.5k

🌻 Genre & warnings: nerdy seonghwa with coworker reader. fem pronouns for reader. dirty talk. fingering. oral sex. unprotected sex. creampie. 

🌻 Tags are now moved to the bottom of the fic.

this fic is not meant to represent Seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

               You have a problem and it is one of your own making. In fact, it could even be considered two separate problems that are colliding.

               Problem one? You have no friends. After spending years striving to climb the corporate ladder in your quest for money and job security, all your real friendships fell apart and faded away. That meant that every one of your ‘friends’ were actually coworkers. The unhappier you got at your job, the more distant you felt from them, leaving you increasingly isolated.

               Problem two? You fucked around with a coworker. Most people would agree that to fuck a coworker, especially in an office setting, is a bad idea. Sure, it hadn’t turned into full on sex but you believed a general consensus of the situation would be that having your coworker eat you out to orgasm twice could be a short term pleasure without thinking of the long term ramifications.

               The way these problems collided was in the fact that you couldn’t talk to anyone about Seonghwa because you had no friends who aren’t directly tied to work.

               This meant that, while pressing the button in the elevator on Monday morning, you are left to the spiraling thoughts in your head without anyone’s help or advice.

               As the doors open and you step onto the floor, you immediately scan the area for Seonghwa. But you don’t spot him. All that you see is the usual Monday morning bullshit – people cramming donuts in their mouth, the scent of that cheap break room coffee, the typing of many keyboards, people gossiping by the water cooler about the party on Saturday, and the sound of various boring and tedious phone calls.

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