Beautifully Misfit | 5

Beautifully Misfit | 5

SERIES: Hybrid BTS

‣ Genre: fluff, smut, hybrid au

‣ Word Count: 7.3k

‣ Pairing(s): skunk!Jimin x reader, puppy!Taehyung x reader, bunny!Jungkook x reader

‣ Warnings: strong language, v v vague sexual reference, the fluff may rot your teeth oops, protective hybrid babies, Namjoon’s thighs 

‣ to be aware of: sub!jimin, switch!taehyung, switch!jungkook, dom!reader, some kinky ass future happenings, BDSM themes, some heavy angst, and triggering themes.

Summary: you never really saw yourself as a hybrid person. that is, until your best friend introduces you to his hybrid, and you suddenly find yourself craving the companionship. you only intended to bring home one. somewhere between the lines you ended up with three beautifully misfit hybrids who craved nothing but your love.

part. i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi (coming soon)

A/N; hehe... I’ve been gone for a minute, huh? oopsies. Good news is my laptops all better now, bad news is I’m still lackin in free time, but I will do my best not to go MIA as long as this last time!! thank you guys for all your patience, I really appreciate it!! if I missed you on the tag list, let me know! 

Warm. You were… really warm. A comfortable, happy kind of warm. A ghost of a smile turned the corners of your lips upwards as a content sigh escaped your nose. 

But the faint smile quickly twisted into a wide grin, soft giggles fleeing your mouth. Something was tickling your throat. 

You squirmed for a moment, hand jumping up to catch the culprit, only to be met with what was unmistakably a head of soft, fluffy hair. Instantly, your eyes snap open, a brief rush of panic sending adrenaline pulsing through your veins. 

It wasn’t until you recalled that it wasn’t a murderer cuddled up against you, but rather your newly adopted skunk hybrid that the fear subsided. He was nuzzling against your neck in his sleep, the tip of his button nose caressing the curve of your shoulder as his tiny black ears tickled your jaw. He was also making a soft smacking sound with his lips, humming softly through his nose. 

You tried to shift back slightly, only to be met with strong resistance. He had you trapped, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, effectively keeping you locked in place. A faint, sleepy whine of protest escaped him as you tried to maneuver out of his vice like hold. 

Honestly, you would have loved nothing more than to lay there with him for hours and hours and hours. 

But holy shit did you have to piss. 

“Jimin… I have to get up,” you gently caressed his round cheek with your knuckles, carefully attempting to coax him out of dreamland. He scrunched his nose, brows curled inwards as he huffed wordlessly in protest. You chuckled, pinching his cheek lightly, “hun, I gotta go.” 

“…ngh… sleep…” he argued, tiny hands clenching in your shirt. 

“Okay, you sleep, I gotta pee.” You reached behind you, grabbing his wrists and pulling him off of you. 

“Nooo, stay,” he whimpered. 

Holy shit he was so cute. His little swollen face; swollen eyelids sealed shut, swollen cheeks all puffy and pink, swollen lips pale and damp. 

But your bladder was about to burst.

“I’d love to, babe, but I seriously gotta take a piss so excuse me—!” You squeaked, leaping out of bed before he could draw you back in and booking it to the bathroom. 

You relieved yourself before jumping into your usual morning routine. Washing your face, brushing your teeth, putting on deodorant, until you were fully refreshed and ready to face the day. 

Jimin was still passed out when you walked back into your bedroom, little stuffed chick held tightly against his chest as he snuggled his face into your pillow. What an angel~ 

You debated waking him up for a moment, but decided to just leave him be and go make a big ‘first–morning–en–mi–casa’ breakfast. Silently tiptoeing to the kitchen, you immediately began searching up breakfast recipes online. 

Fuck how long had it been since you’d actually made a real breakfast? You usually ate lucky charms or pizza from the night before, but that probably doesn’t really count as a good, nutritional breakfast. Now that you think about it, most mornings you don’t wake up before eleven unless you have to. Must’ve gotten a pretty good rest last night to have woken up at nine all on your own. 

Not to mention, you were also in one hell of a good mood. 

You decided to go with the first recipe to really catch your eye on some aesthetic chef woman’s food blog. Banana Nutella waffles, with bacon, scrambled eggs, and a fruit salad. Hell fucking yes. Your mouth was watering just looking at the pictures. 

After a very thorough search of the kitchen, you  concluded that you had zero of the needed ingredients. 

They probably wouldn’t notice if you made a quick grocery store run, right? It was right down the street, a five minute drive if the traffic wasn’t bad. It was definitely worth it. You didn’t want to feed them lucky charms on their first morning with you! What kind of impression would that be making? You already cheated by ordering pizza last night. Besides, you’d be back in twenty minutes flat, they probably wouldn’t even be awake by then anyways.

With your mind made you, you quickly scribbled a note explaining where you’d gone as well as your number at the bottom just in case they needed to contact you. Of course, none of them actually had phones but you just wanted to be thorough.  

Slapping the note onto the fridge, you grabbed your purse and keys and trotted out the door. 

It seemed fate was on your side today. Not only was there zero traffic on the roads, but there was next to no one at the grocery store. Everything you needed had been in the same general vicinity and you were in and out in less than ten minutes. Even better, none of the hybrids had woken up before you got home, and you returned to a still peaceful house. 

Pulling all the ingredients from the paper bags, you set everything up on your countertop. You, being extra as fuck, also went the extra mile to purchase a chefs hat and ‘kiss the cook’ apron because why the hell not. If you were gonna whip up a bomb ass breakfast might as well look the part doing it. 

Time to chef it up. 

First things first, you gotta set the mood. Grabbing your phone off the counter, you easily connected it to your Bluetooth speakers and shuffled Khalid (at a reasonable volume as to not wake the sleeping hybrids). 

You immediately began dancing in place, holding the box of waffle mix up to your face to read the instructions. Two cups of mix and a cup and a half of water. Hm. Pretty simple. Probably a good thing because if it was more complicated than that you’d manage to royally screw it up. 

“Y/n?” 

You jumped in surprise, head snapping up to be greeted by a sight that made your heart swoon. 

A sleepy taehyung stood at the bottom of the staircase, rubbing his eyes with a closed fist as the other hand gripped onto one of the stuffed animals he’d brought from the shelter. 

“Taehyung,” you breathed, reaching over to pause your music, “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” 

He shook his head, a soft smile gracing his features as he waddled over to you. He took you off guard as he immediately slumped against you, arms draping lazily around your waist as his head dropped onto your shoulder. 

“O–oh,” you swallowed, eyes widening. Not exactly what you were expecting… but you would be straight up lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it. 

“Good morning,” he murmured, exhaling heavily. 

A smile crawled onto your face and you slowly wrapped your arms around him, returning the embrace, “Good morning, Tae.”

“What are you doing?” He asked, voice still thick with drowsiness, head shifting so he could see all the ingredients and appliances you’d laid out across the countertop. 

“I’m making breakfast. You like waffles?” 

You giggled as he nodded eagerly, tail wagging enthusiastically. “Can I help?” He peered up at you hopefully, eyes big and shiny, a pleading smile upturning the corners of his pink lips. 

“Definitely. I can use all the help I can get,” you chuckled. He grinned gleefully, a yipping sound escaping his throat. “Okay, so here’s what we have to do first…”

Okay, you’re willing to admit that maybe it would’ve been a good idea to have asked Tae if he had any cooking experience. Because having two very unskilled people making a somewhat complex meal was not the smartest idea you’ve ever had. 

It took all of ten minutes for the kitchen to be completely wrecked. Flour, syrup, and fruits scattered across the floor and counter, bowls and utensils that had been accidentally dropped all around your feet, posing a very dangerous threat to your sensitive toes. You didn’t even want to think about the amount of food in your hair and covering your face. But, Tae was ten times worse off than you. 

His beautiful face was covered from hairline to chin in an astounding blend of Nutella, syrup, flower, batter, and god knows what else. But unlike you, he didn’t seem to mind in the least. He still had the most gleeful smile on his face as he giggled at your disheveled appearance. 

“How did this happen?” You whined distraughtly, peering down at your utterly ruined new apron. That makes two. 

“Hey– you’re the one that challenged me to a food fight,” Tae reminded you.

“All I did was throw a little bit of flour in your face! You didn’t need to dump the entire bag on my head!” You shot back quickly, the grin twisting at the corners of your lips giving away the amusement you found in this situation. Tae giggled, ruffling his hair before cringing and whining. 

“It’s sticky!” 

“I think we both need an hour long shower,” you laughed, reaching up and picking a chunk of what you assumed was Nutella and flour mixed together from his dirty locks. As you did so, you unintentionally moved closer. His eyes locked onto your face, or more specifically your mouth. For a moment he fell silent, body stilling as he focused intensely on you lips. 

“You’ve got a little something right there…” he suddenly murmured, and your brows raised, taking a step away from him. 

“I think I’ve got a little something everywhere, Tae,” you chuckled, but raised your hand and ran it down the side of your face regardless, “get it?” 

“No,” he replied, brows furrowing as a pout of annoyance plastered itself across his face, “it’s right here,” he tapped the corner of his mouth, and you tried to wipe away whatever food morsel with your sleeve, “no, the other side— ah, I’ll get it.” 

You froze in place as he suddenly leaned forwards, grabbing your shoulders to keep you still –displaying absolutely no regard for your personal space– and then dragged his tongue over the side of your lips before pulling away with a satisfied grin. 

“All better!” He chirped, nonchalantly redirecting his attention back onto your rather unsightly meal. 

What… the fuck… just happened? 

You blinked slowly, mouth hanging open in shock as your brain scrambled to comprehend his actions. It took you a solid twenty seconds to fully process exactly what he’d just done. And when it finally settled, your entire face exploded in fifty shades of red. 

But you couldn’t even begin to sputter some broken reply before he was grabbing a piece of one of the waffles and shoving it into his mouth. His eyes immediately lit up, boyish grin taking over his features, “it’s good!” 

“No way,” you breathed, shaking off your shock with a slight smile, “it looks like a mess.” 

He quickly shook his head in disagreement, grabbing another chunk and holding it eagerly to your lips. “Taste it!” He urged. Shrugging, you parted your lips, allowing him to slip the piece of Nutella covered waffle onto your tongue. You tried your best to ignore the way his fingers brushed against your lips on the way out, and just chewed. After a moment, your brows jumped in surprise, eyes widening at the delicious flavor. 

“Holy shit, it’s delicious!” You gasped in amazement.

“What’s delicious?” 

Your gaze leapt up to spot a puffy faced skunk hybrid stumbling down the steps, lips still swollen and pink, eyelids barely able to open. A massive, glowering bunny with a terrible case of bed head stood behind him, towering over the skunk’s petite form. 

“You boys look like you slept well,” you smiled brightly, excitedly gesturing for them to join you at the island, “Tae and I made breakfast!” 

The pair shuffled over, taking in your so called breakfast. Jungkook stared at it blankly, before raising his brows as if to ask ‘really?’, while Jimin forced a smile onto his face and tried to get out an enthusiastic, “looks good!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his efforts. 

“Taste it, I promise it’s better than it looks,” you grabbed a fork and knife and cut off a piece of the waffle, nudging it against Jimin’s plush lips, “open up!” A hot pink flushed into his cheeks as he gazed at you with trembling pupils, before obediently parting his lips and taking the sweet treat into his mouth. 

“Wow!” The skunk gasped, eyes widening in wonder, “it’s super yummy!” 

“Right?!” Taehyung blurted excitedly, tail whipping back and forth, thudding against the back of you leg with each swing, “we’re like magicians or something!” 

“K–Kookie, too,” the bunny huffed, nose twitching as he nudging past Jimin to stand in front of you, mouth open expectantly. You giggled, cutting off another piece and guiding it into the bunny’s mouth for him to sample. He chewed for a moment, eyes squinted thoughtfully, before they snapped open wide as saucers. You swear to god you saw them sparkling. “More.” He demanded, eagerly parting his lips. 

You laughed loudly, gesturing at a chair, “take a seat and I’ll serve you boys.” 

They all quickly scrambled into a chair, squirming impatiently in their seats and watching as you divvied up the surprisingly tasty food onto plates. The eggs and fruit salad followed the Nutella waffle mush, followed by two glasses of apple juice and one glass of warm milk. And everything was gone within a few seconds. You laughed in shock at the Nutella covered faces of the three boys sat in front of you. 

“Guess you guys were pretty hungry, huh?” You snorted, staring at their empty plates, “even after all that pizza last night?” 

“More?” The bunny asked with a sweet, hopeful smile, extending his plate for you to take. 

“’Course, bun,” you chuckled, scooping up another and sliding it onto his plate. 

“M–me, too, please?” Jimin squeaked.

“Me three! Me three!” Taehyung exploded, bouncing up and down eagerly. 

Soon enough, they’d swallowed up every last morsel left of the breakfast you and Tae had whipped up and were sitting with content smiles on their chocolate smudged faces. You grabbed a towel for near the sink, wet it, and began making your way down the line, doing as best you could to clean them off properly. Taehyung whined gleeful as you ran the warm cloth across his cheeks, Jimin made this precious chirping sound, while Jungkook’s foot thumped loudly against the floor. God damn they were so adorable. 

“Alright, boys. Since we’re done here… I had some ideas as to what we could do today,” you grinned, pressing your palms against the counter top. They gazed at you expectantly, waiting for you to elaborate. 

“You guys ready to shop ‘til we drop?” 

- - - 

Worst. Decision. Of. Your. Life. 

You slumped on the couch, muscles close to numb as you stared blankly up at the ceiling. The three hybrids standing in front of you could practically see your soul leaving your body. Guilty expressions down turned their soft features. Jimin shuffled on his feet, gnawing at his lower lip as his flitting eyes shifted over your exhausted face.

“We… we’re really sorry, y/n,” he murmured softly, “we didn’t mean to go so overboard…” 

“Yeah, really! We’re truly sorry,” Taehyung chimed in, dropping onto the couch beside you and gently grabbing your hand in his. 

“Never again.” You murmured. 

“But—”

“Never. Again.” 

Now, you usually didn’t mind shopping. In fact it could be pretty fun. Every so often you’d go out and get yourself something nice, some jewelry, a nice blouse, new shoes, just to give yourself a little confidence boost. Even shopping for your future hybrid with Namjoon that first time had been pretty fun. Then again, Namjoon mostly just plodded behind you, dropping little suggestions here and there about what to get, his main job really being just to keep you company as you lost your mind over what to buy.

But shopping with your three new hybrids was a totally different story. 

The kind of story that involves hauling around piles of clothes that reach above your head, losing at least one every five minutes, a clothes obsessed puppy ransacking and tearing apart nearly every store in sight, and finally getting kicked out of the mall altogether. 

Jimin had been glued to your side pretty much the entire time, wary of everyone and anything that he wasn’t familiar with. Taehyung was quite the opposite, running around like a kid in a candy store, bolting in and out of every other store like a puppy on a mission. Jungkook was oddly quiet for the most part, seemingly on edge as his dark eyes darted around, his ears twitching in this and that direction, tensing up every time someone walked by. 

Regardless, you were able to get most of what you needed. The boys each had enough clothes that they could wear something different everyday of the rest of the month, not including pajamas or swimsuits. It was strange seeing their incredibly different tastes. 

Jungkook had a large preference toward dark, mostly black, oversized clothes. When he first presented to you the pile of clothes he wanted, you’d thought he’d just picked out fifty pairs of the same black t-shirt and ripped jeans. On second glance— it was forty pairs of the same black t-shirt and ripped jeans. And don’t even start on the timberlands. 

Taehyung had better taste in clothes than every fashion designer you’d ever seen. Which also meant a more expensive taste as well. He picked out every designer item he could get his greedy little hands on, from socks to trench coats. He didn’t care, as long as it had Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Versace, Fendi, or Burberry logo. All in all,  ¾ of what you spent overall was on items of Taehyung’s choosing. 

Jimin had a far more simple, yet elegant taste. Sweaters and black jeans, turtlenecks and designer belts, button ups and beanies. He also fancied shiny things, necklaces and rings and earrings. He seemed interested in makeup as well. You could tell from the way his eyes lit up every time you passed by a makeup shop. Although, when you caught him trying to sneak into one and asked if he’d like anything from inside, he had only blushed and changed the subject. But, perhaps you snuck some lipgloss and eyeshadow into one of his bags. Just in case. 

After the whole shopping fiasco, you had dragged Jimin to get an eye exam, although he tried to deny needing one. 

As you suspected… his vision was shit. 

He could barely see a foot in front of him. You supposed it had something to do with his skunk counterparts, as skunks naturally have very poor vision the eye doctor explained. When asked if he’d prefer glasses or contact, he said glasses. He picked out a pair of large, round, thin rimmed frames that look absolutely precious adorning his  tiny button nose. 

But you weren’t free from crisis. Not by a long shot. 

You’d believed it’d be safe to leave Taehyung and Jungkook in the lobby. You’d told them not to move and to just sit patiently in the waiting area until you were finished. 

Of course, they did not listen. 

By the time you got Jimin’s prescription glasses, they’d managed to break not only multiple pairs of glasses, but also an entire glass showcase because Taehyung thought it would be a great idea to dare Jungkook to do a backflip. You had to slide the owner quite a few extra to convince him not to charge your hybrids with destruction of property. 

Yeah. So that was fun.

And by the time you returned home, arms numb from the weight of all their bags, Jimin gasping in amazement at every little thing that he was seeing so much more clearly, you were down a hot buck in your bank account.

You were forced from your hazy state of remembrance as your phone buzzed to life on the cushion beside you. Groaning, you reached over and held it to your ear, not bothering to look at whom it was before pressing accept. 

“Hello, you’ve reached y/n’s residence, she is currently unavailable at the moment as she is experiencing painful constipation—” you began in your fake, monotone receptionist voice. 

“Okay, TMI, babe.” 

You perked up, instantly recognizing your best friend’s voice. “Joonie,” you breathed, smiling lightly, “sorry about that, thought you were that telemarketing guy that’s been trying to sell me those specially imported polish bananas.” 

“I’m pretty sure bananas don’t grow in Poland.” 

“That’s what I said!” You giggled, tossing your head back, “anyways, what’s up?”

“Are you kidding me? ‘What’s up?’ I dropped you off at the rescue center yesterday afternoon and you haven’t contacted me since!” 

“Shit. Seriously?” You winced, mentally face palming at your forgetfulness. 

“Yes, seriously! I was worried about you.” You didn’t have to see him to know that he was pouting on the other side of the line with that familiar grouchy expression. 

“I’m really sorry, Joonie. I’ve been kind of…” you briefly glanced at your three hybrids, all of their eyes pinned on you, swimming with confusion and curiosity, “distracted.” 

“Distracted by perhaps… a hybrid?” 

You hesitated. “Something like that.”

“That’s awesome! I’m so happy for you! What breed is he? Do you think he’d like Jin? When can I meet him? Wait— is it a boy or a girl?” He was rushing out questions so fast your brain was spinning. 

“Um– uh… boy...s…” you ‘accidentally’ let the plural slightly drop off the word and into an almost inaudible whisper. 

“Ah, boys are always the biggest troublemakers,” yeah, no fucking kidding, “what breed is he?” 

“D– well, um–… b–bunny.”

“Shit, really? That’s so cool! I’ve only met, like, one other bunny hybrid before—”

“Dog.” 

“Wait, dog? Didn’t you just say bun—”

“And skunk.” 

“I’m so confused. You got a bunny–dog–skunk hybrid? Those don’t–” he paused, and you flinched. 

Fuck. 

“Y/n.” The calm and layer of sweetness in his voice had chills of terror prickling at your skin. 

“Yes, Joonie?” You squeaked, smiling nervously. 

“How many hybrids did you get?” 

“Well, you see… it’s not a big deal.” 

“Y/n. How many hybrids, did you get?” 

Double fuck. 

The pause between hybrids and did really sent it home that he was about to whoop your sorry ass. 

Jimin must’ve sensed to fear rolling off of you in thick, overwhelming waves because he whimpered weakly. 

“Joon,” you whined helplessly, “you know how I get! My hearts just too big for my body and I lose my sense of rationale and I get distracted and I'm totally scatterbrained! It’s your fault for leaving me to my own devices! I can’t be blamed for this.” 

“Y/n.”

“Three. I got three hybrids. Shit! Gotta go Joon my pizza rolls are burning! Bye!” 

“Y/n—!” 

You hung up before he could get another word out, slumping on the couch with a frustrated groan, “fuck.” The cushion beside you dipped as Taehyung took a cautious seat. 

“Who was that, y/n?” He asked, concern seeping into his tone as his eyes searched your face, “was it a bad man? And I thought you said you didn’t have anymore pizza for us, were you hiding it and keeping it all for yourself?” 

A light chuckle escaped your lips at Taehyung’s mini investigation. “Of course not, Tae. You know I’d give you all the pizza in the world if it would make you happy. And, no. That was my best friend. He’s a very good man… annoying as hell but a great guy overall.” 

“B–But you seemed so scared,” Jimin chimed, an innocently confused frown on his plush lips, pushing his brand new glasses up higher on his adorable button nose. 

“Me? Scared? Of Namjoon? Psh, yeah right. I’m not scared of him.” 

Suddenly, there were three loud knocks on your front door. “Y/n! I know you’re home!” 

“Fuck! It’s Namjoon! Hide!” You shrieked diving off the couch and under the coffee table. Jimin was quick to follow your lead, squeaking and ducking down beside you, –happily– allowing you to wrap your arms protectively around his petite body. 

“Don’t worry, y/n! I’ll protect you!” Taehyung declared, standing up determinedly. 

“Kookie protect, too,” the bunny hybrid huffed, one foot stomping hard against the floor as his large ears push back as something like a growl rumbled in his chest. 

Wait, can bunny’s growl? Very unimportant at the given moment, y/n, focus! 

First of all; how the actual fuck did he get here so god damn fast? 

Second of all; he was going to fucking kill you. Like, actually kill you. Probably lecture you to death while tying you to a chair and then giving a long ass speech about responsibility and self control. Who the hell even has self control in this century? No one! Such an overrated thing. 

Third of all; your hybrids are actually the cutest ever. Jimin was snuggled against you while Jungkook and Tae were promising to protect you. Such sweet babies. It really warms your cold, dead heart. But, regardless, it was incredibly unlikely that any of them would be able to handle your best friend. 

“No offense guys, but I’m pretty sure Namjoon could take both you down easy. He may seem like a big cuddly teddy bear with thighs of steel but he knows how to whoop ass like it’s nobody’s business.” 

“Thighs?” Jimin’s ears flicked upwards, interest suddenly peaked. 

“Y/n! Open the door, I can hear you talking about my thighs, you damn pervert!” 

“Y/n’s not home right now! Come back later!” 

“Shut up dumbass! I know where you keep your extra key!” 

“Fuck!” You cursed, scrambling out from beneath the table and rushing towards your front door. But, your best friend was a lot quicker than you, and by the time you reached the door, it was already swinging open, revealing a very unamused looking Namjoon and a curious looking Jin peeking over his shoulder. “Joonie! What’s up, babe?” 

“Uh-uh, don’t babe me,” he quickly maneuvered past you, stepping into your home with Jin following closely behind, “what exactly did you mean when you said three—” his sentence cut off as his eyes slid over to the entrance of your living room. There stood your three hybrids. Jimin had his tail gripped tight in quivering fingers, while Jungkook wore a hard glare across his face and Taehyung squirmed in place, looking back and forth uncertainly between you and the unknown man. 

Namjoon blinked once, then twice, then looked back at you blankly, “oh you have got to be kidding me.” 

“Oops?” You smiled innocently, shrugging.

“Are you out of your mind, y/n?!” He cried in exasperation, hands jumping up to grip at his hair. 

At the sound of his raised voice, all three of your hybrids came rushing into action, surrounding you in what seemed to be a protective circle. Jimin curled up against your back, face peeking over your shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around your torso. Jungkook and Taehyung stood directly in front of you defensively, glaring at your best friend. 

“Don’t yell at y/n!” Taehyung whined, ears pressing back against his head, “she didn’t do anything wrong!” 

“Don’t yell at my Namjoon!” Jin hissed right back, pushing himself between his owner and your distraught hybrids. 

“Don’t yell at Tae!” Jungkook snapped right back, thrusting an arm out in front of Taehyung’s chest

“Why don’t we all calm the fuck down, yeah?” You quickly intervened, placing your hands on Tae’s and Jungkook’s shoulders to pull them back a little in hopes of dissipating the palpable tension that was quickly filling the air. 

Tae instantly relaxed at your touch, letting out a quiet whine as he frowned at you. The bunny hybrid on the other hand was determined not to lose the staring contact with Jin, growling and snorting lowly, foot thumping roughly against the floor as he glared at him harshly. 

“Jungkook,” you warned, trying to bring his attention back to you. He finally obliged after some gentle coaxing, albeit reluctantly. Letting out a breath of relief at the alleviated tension, you allowed a small, reassuring smile to touch your lips, “boys… this is Namjoon. He’s my best friend. And that pretty kitty is Seokjin, his hybrid.” 

The aforementioned feline hybrid’s chest puffed out as you addressed him, eyebrows raising as a smirk touched his lips. He really enjoyed being praised for his appearance. 

“Best friend?” Taehyung reiterated, head tilting. You nodded in confirmation, glancing over at Namjoon for a moment. In the blink of an eye, he was back to being the exuberant, outgoing puppy, “Oh! I’m sorry about that! My name is Taehyung! It’s really very nice to meet you!” 

A wide smile struck the puppy’s features as he quickly stuck his hand out for Namjoon to shake. Namjoon returned his smile, taking Tae’s large hand into his own, “I’m sorry that I upset you, I understand you were only trying to protect y/n. I shouldn’t have raised my voice.” 

“It’s okay… just don’t do it again, please. Y/n is very, very nice to me and I really really don’t want her to be upset.” You felt your heart swell as Taehyung spoke, chest tightening as you gazed at him in awe. Seeing the awestruck expression on your face, Jungkook felt the need to gain your attention and praise as well. 

“N–name Jeon Kookie, twenty year old, rex bunny. Nice meet.” He chimed in, perfectly reciting the introduction he’d given when first meeting you. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at you expectantly. You smiled in amusement, murmuring a soft, ‘very good, Kookie.’ He bit the corner of his lip to subdue the grin that threatened to spread across his face. 

“And this is Jimin,” you gently took Jimin’s small hand in your own, coaxing him out from where he had hidden himself behind you. He lowered his head shyly, small black ears twitching, only briefly glancing up at the two unfamiliar faces before trying to shrink in on himself. Giggling at his timidity, you placed a calming hand on the small of his back, “do you want to say hi, sweetheart? Namjoon and Jin are very nice.” 

He swallowed, shifting on his feet, “h–hi. I’m J–Jimin.” 

Namjoon allowed a kind smile to touch his features, emphasized by two deep dimples on either cheek as he addressed the skunk hybrid in a soft, warm voice, “hi, Jimin. It’s nice to meet you.” 

Jimin blushed profusely, spinning around to bury his face against your shoulder. You’d almost forget just how shy Jimin was. But, you understood that Namjoon could make just about anyone flustered with that charming smile on his. Even you weren’t immune to those gorgeous dimples. 

“Jin, don’t be rude, introduce yourself,” Namjoon huffed, nudging his hybrid’s arm. Jin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he puffed out a breath of air through his nose. 

“Seokjin.” He muttered blandly, barely sparing the three an extra glance. Upon noticing the glare he was receiving from his owner, his eyes widened in confusion, “what?! I introduced myself!” 

“We have to work on that,” Namjoon muttered, eyes rolling. 

“What kind of hybrid are you, Seokjin?” Taehyung asked eagerly, ears perking as that tail of his began its whirlwind wagging, “I’m a mixed breed! Do you see my curls?” The puppy excitedly raised a hand, fingers combing over his curly haired ears. 

Jin scowled, spitting out a scoff, “y/n already pointed out that I was a cat. What are you, stupid? Shouldn’t expect anything more from a dog hybrid.” 

“I– I just forget things sometimes…” Tae whimpered softly, ears dropping as his tail tucked down between his legs. Instinctively, you reached forward, grabbing his hand in yours. 

“Jin!” Namjoon gaped at him in shock and anger, “are you serious? Apologize to him right now.” 

Tae whined, shuffling closer to you. “I… I just wanted to play…”  he pouted, looking up at you with those massive, shimmering puppy dog eyes that had you immediately melting. That look was absolutely lethal. 

“Tae, don’t worry. Jin is going to play with you,” Namjoon reassured. Taehyung instantly brightened, an eager grin taking over his features as he yipped out an excited, ‘really?!’ Namjoon nodded, smirking at a distraught looking Jin, “and if he doesn’t… he doesn’t get catnip for a whole month. And he’s getting all of his special privileges taken away.” 

Special privileges? What was he–… oh?

Oh. 

Jin gasped, palm flattening across his chest as if he’d just been shot, “y–y–you monster!” 

Namjoon shrugged with a lazy smirk, “play with Tae and you won’t have to worry about that, now will you?” 

The cat hybrid huffed, tail flicking angrily as he turned to face the beaming puppy. “Fine,” he breathed, “but you slobber on me even a little bit and I swear you’ll lose both—” 

“Alright, thank you Jinnie!” Namjoon interrupted abruptly, laughing as he patted Jin’s head with a little more force than usual to shut him up, “Play nice, that means no scratching, biting, or hissing. Y/n and I need to have a talk.” 

You winced. You were in trouble… 

Taehyung eagerly grabbed Jin’s hand, dragging him towards the stairs while babbling excitedly about all his new toys. Jungkook and Jimin seemed rather stuck in place, obviously unsure what to do with themselves. You offered them a dismissive wave and a soothing smile, “you boys join them. I’ll be up in a little bit, okay?” 

“No yell,” Jungkook grunted pointedly at Namjoon, doing his very best to come off as intimidating as he puffed out his chest and allowed his tall ears to stand at their full height. Namjoon chuckled lightly and nodded in agreement. 

“No more yelling. I promise.” 

Somewhat content with that response, Jungkook gave a curt nod and spun on his heels, marching towards the stairs. Jimin quickly scuttled after him, waving at you in tiny font as he departed. Then it was only you and Namjoon. Biting your lip, you nervously looked over at your glowering best friend. He looked so intimidating, arms crossed over his large chest, sharp eyes narrowed and pinned on you. It wasn’t too often that you experienced this serious side of Namjoon, but when you did, you felt like a little kid being scolded by your disappointed parent. You hated that feeling. 

“You’ve got some explaining to do.” 

“Anyone ever tell you that you’ve got the most beautiful eyes?”

“Y/n.” 

“I’m dead serious!”

“Y/n. Don’t try to change the subject. It won’t work, not this time.” 

A moment of silence passed. 

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, pouting sadly. 

He sighed heavily, shoulders deflating. The stern look in his eyes washed away and turned into something much softer and kinder. “No, of course I’m not mad at you. It was just really irresponsible. You’ve never owned a single hybrid before on your life and all of a sudden you adopt three. Taking on one alone is a big enough commitment as it. Three is– three is on another level entirely.” 

“You think I didn’t take a minute to realize that? Hoseok let me know plenty what I was getting into.” 

“I don’t think you're getting it, y/n,” his brows furrowed deeply, “hybrids require a lot of a person. The cost—”

“I have the money.”

“The time—”

“I have plenty of time.”

“The maturity and experience that it takes to be a responsible hybrid owner. It can be overwhelming.” 

“So what? Are you saying I’m not capable of taking care of these boys? Is that what you’re suggesting, Namjoon?” Your voice began to raise as obvious frustration and hurt seeped into your tone. Of course, you knew that that wasn’t what he was trying to say, but still, it stung nonetheless. Thinking that Namjoon of all people, your best friend, your rock, was doubting you was quite disheartening.

His eyes softened, body losing its tensed posture upon seeing the hurt glimmer in your eyes, “no. Of course not, y/n. I know you're smart enough to know your own limits. I know you wouldn’t have adopted them if you knew that you couldn’t handle it.” 

“Damn straight,” you scoffed.

“But—,” you groaned as he continued, “I also know your heart and can a lot bigger than your mind at times.” 

You squinted, trying to figure out if that was a compliment to your character or an insult to your intelligence, “t–thanks? I think?” 

He chuckled, head shaking as he rephrased himself, “you have a tendency to think with your heart and not your brain.” 

“I still have no clue how to take that.” 

“It can be a good thing, but it also just means that you don’t think a lot about consequences. You make more in the moment decisions than anything else,” he elaborated, “what I guess I’m trying to say… is you’re going to need help.”

You poked at his stomach playfully, “that’s what you and Jinnie are for, yeah? Also, that super nice guy named Hoseok that worked at the shelter said he’d lend a hand if I ever needed one!” 

“Hoseok?” Namjoon murmured, “I think I know him. I’m pretty sure he was working at the shelter when I adopted Jin. Blinding smile and probably shits sunshine and rainbows, right?” 

You quickly nodded in agreement, fingers snapping, “yes! That’s him! The dude was fucking radiant, Jesus Christ.” 

Namjoon chuckled lightly, gazing down at you with familiar glimmer in his dark eyes as you prattled on about to human embodiment of pure happiness that had promised to give you a helping hand if you so desired one. He truly did have faith in you, he knew you were more responsible than you lead on with your childish tendencies, but he also knew you could be quite stubborn and at times had difficulty admitting when you needed help. He’d have to keep a close eye on you and those hybrids of yours, he knew that much. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a smile as beautiful and bright as his, I really don’t. Oh! He also said that he has a hybrid of a own! I forget his name though. Yogi? Yoonie? Yo—” 

“Y/n.” His deep voice cut off your rambling abruptly, throwing you back into the realization that a serious conversation needed to be had. Even if you’d much rather avoid it. Seriousness wasn’t your thing. But you also knew when it was necessary. You sighed lightly, smile melting away as you looked up at him with as much genuine, convincing sincerity as you could muster. 

“I’ve got this, Joonie. Seriously. I already really care about them. And I think they’re starting to like me, too. They’re not bad hybrids, I can tell. A little mischievous, sure, I’ll admit that. But they’re good boys.” 

A low whine had your head snapping around, spotting a squirming Taehyung standing in the entryway. His tail was swinging heavily back and forth as his lips trembled with his feeble attempt to subdue the grin threatening to plaster itself across his face. 

“Tae,” you breathed, brows raised in surprise, “How long have you been standing there?” 

Instead of answering, he responded to your question with one of his own. “You think Tae’s good boy?”  

The third person tripped you up for half a second, but you simply brushed it off as Jungkook’s influence. You sighed, lips turning upwards at the corners as your shoulders relaxed. “I think you’re a very good boy, Tae.” 

It took all of two seconds for you to be knocked flat on your back, Tae on top of you, his entire body moving back and forth from how hard he was wagging his tail, as he lathered your face in quick, wet licks. Squeals and loud laughter erupted from your lips as his tongue tickled your neck, jaw, and face. Your hands quickly found his shoulders, trying to push him back enough that you could probably breathe at the very least. “Tae!” You choked out through your giggles, fingers fisting in the material of his top, “Joonie help!”  

But your best friend offered no assistance, only grinning in wild amusement as you squealed and thrashed under the weight of your far too easily excited puppy hybrid. “Tae! Tae, look! Jungkook’s got one of your squeaky toys!” You managed to shriek, throwing a finger in the direction of the empty staircase. 

“WHAT?!” Tae instant leapt off you, whirling around to face the stairs. By the time he realized you’d lied, you’d already jumped back onto your feet and ducked behind Namjoon’s broad form. 

The puppy hybrid pouted heavily once he realized you’d lied, “hey… that wasn’t nice.” 

You snickered lightly. “What’re you doing down here, Tae? I thought you and Jinnie were playing.” 

“We were! I showed him all my toys and Kookie is showing him his video games but we want you to come play, too!” His expressed, grabbing onto your hand and tugging you quickly towards the stairs, excitement shining with his large chocolate eyes. You allowed him pull you forwards, briefly looking back over your shoulder at your best friend and gesturing for him to follow suit behind you. Stumbled up the stairs and into the room behind your overexcited puppy, you were greeted by the sight of three hybrids perched in front of the television. 

Jungkook was squished between Jin and Jimin, both watching with remarkable concentration and interests as the bunny hybrid played an intense round of Mario Kart. You covered your mouth to stifle the coo of adoration that was fighting its way up your throat, not wanting to interrupt the adorable trio. But Jimin was quick to take notice of your presence, a sweet smile plastering itself across his face as he stood up, trotting over to you, “y/n! Come watch! Kookie’s really good at this game!” 

You allowed him to tug you over to the empty spot he’d previously abandoned on the floor. You sat first, and just as Jimin was about to plop down beside you, you grabbed his hips and tugged him down into your lap, arms wrapping securely around his small waist to keep him from squirming away. He let out a squeak of shock, eyes widening significantly as his face blushed hotly, his darling flustered expression coaxing a light chuckle from your lips. “Comfortable?” You questioned teasingly, testing your chin on his shoulder. 

You cooed softly as he offered a shy nod in reply, head ducking as he tried to disguise the way his lips tugged upwards. His small fingers found the fabric of your sleeves, curling into it tightly. Always so precious. 

Without a second thought, you turned your attention to the round of Mario Kart being played by your bunny hybrid. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to drop down beside you, tail thumping against your back as he barked out words of encouragement to Kookie as he started up his final lap. Even Jin looked completely enthralled in the game, eyes wide, ears perked forward, body shifting ever for seconds, squirming eagerly in place. 

And sitting there, on the uncomfortable floor, so close to the television screen that your eyes ached, with the five most unexpectedly important people in your life, you couldn’t remember a time you felt so… full. The empty feeling that had long lingered in side of you had grown so small, even in the past few hours, that it was barely recognizable as an emptiness at all. 

Suddenly, you felt a light tug on your sleeve. “Y-y/n?” 

“Yes, Jiminie?”

“What are special privileges?” 

God damnit Kim Namjoon. 

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Mr. Slim Thick | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut, fluff, high school au 

Warnings: sub!jungkook, dom!reader, language, reader has a major thigh kink oof, thigh riding, bondage, oral & fingering (m. receiving), unprotected sex, probably other stuff that I forget oops 

Summary: getting paired up with the kid with the thick thighs from your health class for a project is probably the best thing to happen to you in your high school career. 

Word Count: 7.4k 

A/N; if you’ve seen this before, its because its from my book Domination from my wattpad account Bangtanbbabies, I’ve decided to post my stories from there onto here as well just for the hell of it, enjoy my lovelies ;)

it was Monday.

and you were fucking tired.

but luckily, it was the last period of the day; health.

as usual, Jimin was talking your ear off about some guy he screwed around with at a party last weekend.

as usual, you hummed and nodded, throwing out mindless 'oh really?'s and  'that's wild's as your mind wandered to somewhere different entirely.

and as usual, your eyes were glued to the door, waiting impatiently for a certain someone to finally grace the room with their presence. and finally, he did.

your body went rigid, jaw slacking, eyes widening as Jeon Jungkook slipped into your health classroom.

his body was adorned by a complimenting pair of ripped skinny jeans that hugged his lower body in all the right places, a loose black t–shirt that was cleanly tucked into his pants, put on a teasing show of the lower part of his toned biceps, and a pair of his infamous timberlands.

"y/n."

you felt yourself falter as you took notice of the thick black belt wrapped around his waist, drawing attention to just how slim it was.

holy fucking hell.

no matter how many times you saw him, you were never able to get over just how fine he was.

when he walked past your desk, you had to remind yourself repeatedly that it would technically be conserved sexual assault if you just reached over and spanked his ass.

...unless he was into that... then you were fucking golden.

but no, you refrained from touching him inappropriately (to your own disappointment) and resorted to just watching him.

you watched as he strode gracefully through the classroom, weaving his way through the desks until he reached that of his best friend, Kim Taehyung.

you watched as he grinned at him, small, pink lips molding around the words of a greeting.

you watched as he pressed his large hands against the top of the desk, leaning his body over it slightly, putting the profile of his curvy backside on full display for your hungry eyes.

"y/n."

your tongue slid over your lips, eyes zeroing in on your personal favorite part of his gorgeous body: his thighs. those babies could crush watermelons. but you'd rather them be wrapped around your head.

"y/n!"

"jesus fuck what do you want?" you hissed, whipping around to face park jimin, your best friend of ten years. "can't you see I'm trying to enjoy the walking porn star?"

"you're drooling, perv," he rolled his eyes, "literally."

you raised your hand to your lips, "am not— oh fuck." you quickly used your sleeve to wipe off your damp chin as Jimin snorted loudly.

"do you know nothing of subtlety?"

"I'm subtle," you scowled at him defensively, hands dropping against your desk with a harsh thud that drew a few eyes in your direction.

"sure, that's the reason why the only person unaware about your little infatuation is Jungkook himself, and that's because straight dudes are stupid oblivious."

you pouted, arms crossing stubbornly over your chest, "I'm not infatuated, just interested."

"yeah, in his body."

"nuh–uh!"

"yuh–uh!"

you swatted at his arm harshly, making him gasp dramatically, before he childishly hit you back. soon enough, it turned into a full blow smack war.

"ms. l/n, mr. park. if you wouldn't mind postponing your flirting until after my class, I'd greatly appreciate it," your teacher smiled sarcastically at the two of you.

you rolled your eyes, about to lean back in your seat, when suddenly Jimin's arms were around you, tugging your body into an awkward position against the arm of your desk as he all but groped you. "but, miss, you don't understand, I just can't keep my hands off of her."

your teacher grimaced, "I implore you to try, mr. park."

Jimin pouted, gripping your chin, staring intensely into your eyes. "but she's just so sexy... I can hardly contain my raging testosterone. you know, miss, a man has his needs." you gasped exaggeratedly as his hand suddenly gripped your butt, squeezing.

"naughty boy~ we were just in the janitor’s closet during lunch," you 'whispered', biting your lip, both for the little show you two were putting on but also to contain the laugh threatening to burst out of you, "do you already need more, daddy?"

he moaned loudly, eyes fluttering shut. you slapped your hand over your mouth, head falling against his shoulder as your body shook with silent laughter.

that seemed to be the last straw for your teacher because she looked about ready to burst from the twenty shades of red her face was turning.

but, instead of throwing detentions in your faces (knowing she'd have to spend an extra hour after school with the two of you tormenting her), she brought her fingers to her temples, massaging roughly, muttering to herself several times in a row, "ten more years until retirement. jail time isn't worth it."

"I think we broke her," you cackled, Jimin nodding in agreement.

"alright," she shouted suddenly, slamming her hands down on the top of her desk, "enough time wasted. since I have no interest in so much as attempting to teach you hormonal reprobates, I'm going to give you a project."

Jimin and you side eyed each other hopefully, waiting for her to spit out those last words.

"and you will be working in groups of two or three,"

the class erupted into eager conversation, people turning to their friends and shooting looks across the room. you and Jimin performed your secret hand shake, cheering excitedly. until,

"that will be randomly assigned."

groans of protest and annoyance filled the room. she just rolled her eyes and pulled up a randomizer on her computer, spinning a wheel and waiting for the groups to be assigned. she turned to screen around to face the class, who quickly scrambled out of their seats to see who they'd be working with.

there were a few sighs of disappointment but no adamant protests. once you and Jimin reached the screen, seeing your names paired together, you high–fived, muttering out a, "hell yeah." but your excitement was cut short by your buzzkill of a health teacher, who quickly took notice of your eagerness.

"well that just won't work," she tsked, shaking her head disapprovingly, "for the love of all things holy and pure you two should definitely not be paired together. hold on just a moment."

"miss, you can't be serious, we were just—" you began.

"mr. jeon, please switch with mr. park and be ms. l/n's partner."

"see ya, bitch," you snorted, swiveling on your heels to face a confused looking Jungkook.

he glanced once at his irrelevant partner before shrugging and making his way over to you. you yelped as a sharp pinch was delivered to your arm.

"traitor," Jimin hissed as he stalked away from you. you simply shrugged, smirking to yourself.

for that fine piece of ass, you'd betray your bestie any day.

"hey, Jungkook," you grinned. he smiled lightly nodding in greeting as you both fell into nearby seats.

the entire rest of the class, ms. stickupherass was explaining what the project would consist of, you were completely zoned out. instead of listening, you were intensely focused on staring at the side of Jungkook's stupidly cute face.

your eyes traced the pronounced curve of his nose, fluttering over those little pink lips, following the strikingly sharp line of his jaw. this was the closest you've been to the boy since you accidentally ran into him in the hall, accidentally dropped your stuff, and accidentally let yourself admire his thighs and butt as he picked it all up like the gentleman he was.

so no, you were not about to waste this precious opportunity to listen to your teacher ramble on about some trivial project.

before you knew it, the bell was ringing.

with a disappointed pout, you began packing your belongings away.

"so... where should we work on the project?" his soft, breathy voice took you by surprise, sending shudders of delight down your spine just by the mere sound of it.

"hm?"

"when should we work on this?" he repeated with a soft giggle that had your heart doing all kinds of weird gymnastic tricks, "maybe in the library... we could stay after school if you want to?" he suggested softly

"and spend another hour of my life in this hell hole? no thanks," you scowled, nose scrunching at the suggestion. he nodded meekly in understanding, head lowering. you bit your lip lightly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, "how about you come by my place after school today, and we can get some real work done there."

he seemed oblivious to the double meaning behind your statement. instead, he took on a somewhat worried expression, eyes drifting off somewhere else.

"would your boyfriend be okay with that?"

your face scrunched in confusion, "boyfriend, what boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend. where the hell did you get that idea?"

he blinked at you, visibly bemused, "but, I thought you were with Jimin?"

you nearly choked on your own laughter as it came bursting from you lips, "please, he's about as straight as your ass looks in those jeans."

"what?"

lmao, exposed yourself bitch.

"he's gay, very gay."

"oh."

it was surprisingly easy to convince Jungkook to come to your house, despite his endearing refusals of not wanting to intrude, but you insisted. adamantly.

because intrusion was exactly what you were hoping for.

you even convinced him to let you drive him, seeing as he usually took the bus or got a ride from one of his older friends.

he looked cute as fuck sitting in your passenger seat, fiddling shyly with his fingers as his big eyes gazed out the window.

several times you had to stop your hand from reaching over the console and gripping those thick, luscious thighs. they were just fucking begging to be squeezed, and kissed, and bruised, and rode—

okay. so you might have a bit of an infatuation.

you knew it would be about fifteen million times harder to control the urge to grab him and fuck him in every position known to man once you actually had him in your house. especially with your parents at work...

it'd just be you, him, and the demon sitting on your shoulder with a massive thigh kink.

"welcome to mi casa," you sang, throwing yourself down on your living room couch, smiling cheekily up at a visibly uncertain Jungkook, "make yourself at home, babe."

you watched in amusement as his cheeks tinted a soft pink color as the nickname slid off your lips in a flirtatious purr. he faltered briefly, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as his cheeks filled with air, eyes flickering noncommittally around the room.

"Come on, I don't bite," you grinned, patting the seat beside you, adding under your breath, "too hard."

he lowered himself onto the couch, and you pouted at the unreasonable (it was reasonable) amount of distance he put between you two, but decided to let it be. he pulled materials out of his backpack, setting them up on the table in front of you.

"do you think you can explain what exactly we're supposed to be doing, because I may or may not have completely zoned out while she was talking," you admitted.

he chuckled softly, "well, she said were supposed to make a poster showing or explaining the positive and the negative of engaging in sexual intercourse as teenagers, and it's supposed to show us how like, sex isn't worth the risk at a young age."

haha. yeah, okay.

"so, the pros and cons of fucking?" you reiterated, brows raising. his cheeks tinted a shade of pink at your blunt wording and he nodded slowly.

"y–yeah, I guess you could say it like that."

a wicked smirk twisted onto your face. wonderfully sinful ideas began to swirl to life in your mind. you were beginning to appreciate ms. stickupherass more and more every second.

until you actually started to do the project.

"one pro? really? that's all you can think of?" you scoffed in disbelief, staring at the t–chart he had compiled. the long list of negatives far outdid the single positive he had come up with.

"there is only one positive to sex: momentary pleasure. other than that there is literally nothing to gain besides std's and regret." he muttered, matter–of–fact.

"have you ever even had sex before?"

his deeply blushing face and skittering  eyes were all the answer you needed.

"you've never had sex before? are you crazy? then how the fuck can you sit here talking shit about it? that's like when people say pineapple pizza sucks before they've even tried it! It (insert opinion on pineapple pizza bc I'm not tryna start any wars ya feel), but I can say that because I've actually tried it before!"

"I know about all the risks and consequences that come with sex! it just doesn't seem worth it."

"but you're only exposing yourself to the negative. you gotta give yourself a chance to experience life and all its messy, beautiful qualities. you can't just make your mind about something you've never experienced before," you countered quickly, "sex can be... life changing."

"yeah, especially when you end up with a new addition nine months later."

"ever heard of protected sex, jackass?"

"no amount of protection is full proof."

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook.

of course the first guy you've ever met to not want to have sex is the kid you've been obsessing over since the first day of high school. how fucked up is that.

"listen, Jungkook," you sighed, rubbing your temples, "sex is a whole lot more than you're giving it credit for."

"I know what—"

"hear me put, okay?" you interrupted quickly, giving him a pointed glare. he sealed his lips, nodding obediently. you continued, "sex isn't always just about pleasure. it's about intimacy, connection, trust, love. it's about forming a deeper relationships with someone. why do you think some people wait until after marriage? it's about putting faith in someone, and showing them trust."

he watched you intently as you spoke, lips faintly parted, eyes wide. every word that passed from your lips, he listened to devotedly.

"that's not to say sex can't be dirty or heartbreaking or wrong. believe me, I know it can be anything but good. but,  I've also seen how amazing it can be. if you do it right, with the right person, in the right place... shit, it can be—"

"life changing?" he finished for you, a thoughtful smile on his lips.

you chuckled, nodding. "exactly. and I'm not saying you should go out and fuck everything with a pulse. I'm just saying, sex isn't always this horrible, disgusting thing that you think it is. if it was, I doubt so many people would be having it."

all at once, his mouth was on yours. your eyes widened, body going rigid. well, you weren't expecting that.

just as quickly as he had kissed you, he pulled away. he looked horrified, mouth gaping, eyes practically popping out of their sockets. it seemed he was just as caught off guard as you were.

the kiss couldn't have lasted for more than three seconds. but in those quick seconds, you had gotten a taste of him.

and you wanted more.

he began to spit it a flustered mess of an apology, "holy shit, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I—"

"shut up," you growled, grabbing him by the back of the neck and drawing his lips back onto your own.

he emitted a sound of surprise, but didn't make a move to pull away. even so, his lips were puckered and stiff. it was obvious he had no idea what he was doing. chuckling, you leaned away just enough that your lips weren't touching.

"relax, Jungkook," you murmured, pecking his lips lightly.

"I'm sorry," he managed to choke out, face turning beat red for the umpteenth time that day, "I've just never... done this before."

"you've never kissed anyone before?" he shook his head weakly, features burning with embarrassment at his admission. you smiled, caressing your thumb over his warm cheek, "that's alright... I'll teach you."

"o–okay," he whimpered, dark eyes focusing in on your lips.

seeing the need that sparkled faintly within them, you decided not to make him wait any longer. you pressed your lips gently to his, moving slowly, but with purpose. his motions gradually grew from stiff and uncertain to relaxed and fluid. you let out a sound of approval, one of your hands sneaking down to squeeze his thigh.

god damn.

he gasped in your mouth, and you dipped your tongue skillfully between his lips. a loud moan escaped his chest, the sound sending chills down your spine. you couldn't help but to wonder what he would sound like moaning your name, begging for more...

that thought alone was enough to have you tugging him closer to you, pulling his leg over your lap until he was straddling your thighs. your hands wandered to his waist, thumbs rubbing small circles. he shuddered faintly, giggling into your mouth as you hit a ticklish spot.

"god, you're so cute," you chuckled, kissing over his jaw as his head tilted back, offering you more access. he mewled as you hit a weak place.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he gasped, hands jumping up to grip your shoulders tightly.

"don't think too much, just enjoy," you purred, nipping at his collarbone playfully, "and follow my lead." the grip you had on his waist slipped down to his narrow hips, guiding them in slow grinding motions.

"o–oh," he swallowed, jaw slacking as his eyes dropped between you, watching himself grind against you. it didn't take long for a prominent bulge to form in his tight jeans, the restriction making him squirm. he let out a strangled whine, "y/n... it hurts."

you smirked, "why don't you strip for me, baby?"

his cheeks ignited in a hot crimson blush. "s–strip?" you hummed, unbuckling his belt and pulling it out from the loops, dropping it onto the floor. that may be useful later.

he nodded, "okay." you grinned, excitement boiling up inside of you, leaning back as Jungkook stood up before you. he bit his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shyly as he gripped the bottom of his black t–shirt.

"d–don't laugh."

your eyes widened, brows raising. "I would never laugh at you, I promise," there was steadfast certainty in your voice, your hand rubbing soothingly down the back of his leg, "it's okay if you don't want to do this—"

"no! no, I want to," he cut you off quickly, and you couldn't help the feeling of relief that washed over you.

"okay," you leaned back, "then take it off."

with an adorable look of determination, he began to strip; starting with his shirt. you had to bite your lip near the point of blood when he slowly peeled the fabric off of his body to keep from crying out 'glory, glory, hallelujah!'. hot was an understatement.

muscular shoulders that melted into sculpted biceps. a bulky chest that screamed push up fiend and formed into a set of six tight, toned abs.

"Jesus," your mouth watered.

you couldn't stop your hand from reaching out and caressing down his body, watching as his stomach flexed under your touch.

"work out much?" you smirked up at him.

he chuckled, shrugging faintly, "it’s a hobby of mine."

yeah, it fucking shows.

once again, your eyes slid down to see his erection still standing proud, straining hopelessly. you licked your lips lustfully. seeing what was above the belt, only made you want to see what was below it a hundred times worse.

"fuck, take your pants off," you impatience was beginning to show as your hands found the zipper of his jeans. but he suddenly grabbed your wrists. you looked up at him, concerned you'd gone too fast for his liking.

but his dark, desire filled eyes and the playful smirk on his lips told you otherwise. "please... let me," he murmured, you nodded in a slight daze from the look he was giving you. releasing your wrists, he slowly pushed his jeans over his hips, letting them slip teasingly down his thick thighs, before they finally pooled at his ankles, where he had earlier kicked off his timbers.

you groaned softly, nearly melting at the sight of his bare legs in front of you. shaved, they were fucking shaved. you could see the taunt muscles bulging underneath his soft skin. and holy fuck his thighs, his thighs, his fucking thighs. tan and big and bite–able.

shit, they were even hotter than you imagined.

"you... you can touch me... if you want..."

his soft, bashful voice broke you from the trance you'd put yourself in, and you quickly snapped your stare away from his thickness and up to his face. he looked shy again, bottom lip sucked into his mouth, cheeks rounded, raised, and tinted by a subtle pink, eyes big and shiny in the most endearing way imaginable.

how the holy fuck were you supposed to say no to that.

in less than a second your hands were back on his thighs, rubbing, squeezing, savoring. his skin was warm and tight under your greedy hands, tensing every time your fingers grazed a particularly sensitive area.

just touching suddenly wasn't enough. leaning forward, you grazed your lips over the hem of his tight boxers, biting gently at the flesh just below it. he trembled, moaning softly as you placed a flurry of kisses and light sucks on his legs.

thigh kink? confirmed.

you were so close, you could see his erection growing by the second. and shit was that a turn on. with a twinge of reluctance, you detached your mouth from his thighs, peering up at his slack jawed face with a smirk.

"you look good in black, Jeon," you teased, lightly tracing your index finger over his boner.

"please, y/n," he moaned, his knees beginning to grow weak underneath him. as much as you would have loved to have kept teasing the hell out of him, there were far more important matters to take into consideration.

pulling away from him, you shifted over to make room for his large body on the couch. "down," you demanded.

he all but launched himself onto the couch, before staring at you like an obedient puppy awaiting his next command. you were already power hungry enough as is, and now he was looking at you like that? the fuck was he trying to do to you?

he yelped in surprise as you planted your hands on his shoulders, shoving him back. he fell, head landing near the arm rest, torso propped up on his elbows, legs parted, one foot resting on the floor. he looked like a work of art laid out like that. you could just devour him.

you crawled on top of him, trapping his head between your hands. "do you know how long I've wanted you, Jungkook?" you muttered, brushing your nose over his. he shook his head, breathing heavily as you positioned one of your knees against his crotch. "do you know how long I've wanted to have your gorgeous body underneath mine? too fucking long."

he moaned out as you pressed into him, at the same time capturing his mouth in yours in a wet, sloppy, hungry kiss that had his mind reeling. his large hands gripped your jaw, one of his legs hooked over your hip, keeping you close to him. he loved feeling you.

"do you know how much of a tease you are?" you growled against his mouth, biting his bottom lip. "shit, you have to know. walking around in those tight jeans, showing off that tight little ass. you love it, don't you? having everyone's eyes all over you."

he was panting as his hips began to slowly grind against your leg, desperate for friction. "I– I never realized—"

you cut him off with a hand around his throat, tsking softly, "don't lie to me, baby. liars get punished." shit, y/n don't get too kinky on him, it's still his first time, you silently reminded yourself. but he seemed to enjoy it enough, because his grinding became rougher and faster, to the point where he was essentially dry humping your leg.

"f–fuck, punish me," he moaned out, clenching and unclenching his fists in your hair. you choked.

he was asking for it. literally asking for it. if it was any other guy, you would have already jumped his bones.

but this was Jeon Jungkook, your not so secret obsession since the beginning of high school. he was underneath you, horny, hard, and asking you to punish him. and yet, you still weren't sure.

on one hand; you wanted to fuck his shit up. you wanted to feel him writhing, hear him crying out, see him sweating. you wanted to wreck that boy. fuck him into oblivion, until he was seeing stars.

but on the other hand; he was still a virgin. he had no experience whatsoever, and had only just had his first kiss that day, with you. you didn't want to hurt him–hurt him his first time. you didn't know if he could take it.

Jungkook must have seen the conflicted expression on your face, because he made a soft noise to bring your attention back to him.

"please–," he whimpered, spreading his thighs with a needy moan, "please, be rough with me."

w—

was your life a joke to him?

"shit, Jeon," you huffed out a strained chuckle, "you're really fucking me up here."

he whimpered again, looking up at you pleadingly. "I can handle it, I promise. I want more. I want you."

was this the same guy that said the only things you can gain from sex are std's and regret?

it wasn't hard for him to shatter any tiny amount of resistance you offered with a single look. you nodded faintly, smiling as his face lit up. "don't be afraid to tell me to stop, okay? I don't want to get too carried away."

he hummed, head bobbing in acknowledgment.

"words, baby," you scolded.

"yes, I promise," he breathed, eyes honing in on your lips, "can you kiss me again?"

as much as you wanted to tell him this was serious, you still couldn't bring yourself to say no. you kissed him again, slowly this time. you chuckled at the feeling of his tongue prodding at your lips. "impatient thing, aren't you?"

he opened his mouth to respond, but could only manage a gasp as you began to trail your mouth down his body, until you were face to crotch with his throbbing arousal. you looked up at him with a cocked brow. "want them off?"

you had barely finished the question before he was rapidly nodding his head, biting his lip as he hummed desperately. chuckling at his eagerness, you slid your fingers under the waistband on his black Calvin Klein's, and tugged them down.

his erection swung out of it's confines like a god damn baseball bat, slapping against his stomach hard enough to make him flinch slightly. you don't remember ever seeing a guy that hard before. and you'd barely even touched him.

"impressive, baby," you purred, soothing your hands over the inside of his thighs. pressing a slow kiss to his hipbone, you murmured, "you're already so hard for me... it makes me wonder..."

your fingers glided closer and closer to where you knew he wanted you most, but never touching him. frustration blossomed on his face in the attractive shade of crimson.

"if I could make you come without even touching you."

he cried out, desperately shaking his head, "no, no please– I can't. please touch me. I need you, plea—" he cut himself off with a thunderous moan as your hand wrapped around his dick and began pumping quickly.

you smiled cheekily up at him, "since you said please."

he was already slick with his own pre cum, hot and throbbing in your palm. spluttering moans escaped his lips as his body tried to process the pleasure of your smooth, rapid strokes. little need be said that it was a lot for his virgin cock to handle in that moment.

his head jerked up when you suddenly pulled away, staring down at you with furrowed brows and hopeless eyes.

"you wanted me to kiss you, right?" it was more of a rhetorical question, and you didn't really give him the chance to reply anyways before your mouth was on his dick.

Jungkook cried loudly, throwing his head back as you french kissed his tip.

"f–fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he whined between harsh onslaughts of gasps and moans, tightly grabbing the armrest above his head. you hummed in admiration as his chest broadened and his skin tightened with the stretch, putting his taut pectorals on full display.

every flick and twirl of your tongue sent tendrils of pleasure shooting through his body in hot, wet, glorious waves. his back arched off of the couch cushion every time you sucked, cheeks hollowing, tongue flattening.

you watched, ego practically bursting out of your head at how responsive he was. every thrust of his torso, every tremble of his legs, every gorgeous sound that thrust itself from his lips went straight to your core. he was undeniably intoxicating.

he suddenly threw his legs over your shoulders, ankles locking on the small of your back. you moaned around him as you realized the position he'd just put himself in. your hands crawled up his flexing thighs, gripping them tightly.

talk about a dream come true. literally.

you applied some vigor to your motions, bobbing your head eagerly and twisting your tongue around him. you felt him begin to twitch in your mouth, the fluid leaning from his swollen cock lathering your tongue. that combined with the sounds he was making, beautiful, high whines, signaled that he was close. but you weren't done yet.

all at once, you pulled away, panting slightly but smirking nonetheless.

"w–why did you... s–stop?" he gasped, brows furrowing as he looked down at you desperately.

"because I want to show you another trick I learned during one of my rendezvous," you purred, kissing down his thighs to soothe the orgasm you prevented him from experiencing, "if you're up for it?"

"if it feels anything like that, I'm down," he was quick to agree, pulling his legs off of you as you sat up.

"I'm happy to hear that..." your eyes wandered below his dick, and your eyes glistened with excitement. before he could put two and two together, your fingers were tracing his lips. "do you mind sucking?" you asked. he shook his head, and you chuckled at his big doe eyes, sending you silent pleas, "then suck, baby."

he obediently took your fingers into his mouth, small lips delicately wrapping around them. you hummed in appreciation, loving the way he looked with your fingers in his mouth.

"that's right baby, use your tongue, make them wet," you groaned, pushing them deeper. he silently complied, tongue shyly swirling around them, cheeks going concave and he sucked gently. all the while, his eyes, wide and glistening, looked into yours, hungry for approval.

Jesus Christ, have mercy.

"you'll make me come in my pants if you keep this up," you joked, biting at the inside of your cheek. that statement only seemed to add fuel to the fire, because before you could process what he was doing, he had you fingers knuckle deep in his mouth, sucking them like his life depended on it. now, it was your turn to go slack jawed.

when it got to the point where you could feel the arousal beginning to drip between your thighs, you drew your fingers from his mouth. you shuddered with glee at the sight of a string of his spit connecting the tip of your finger to his lips. hot. hot, really fucking hot.

"damn, baby. you're good with your mouth," you chuckled breathlessly, trying to ignore the sexy way his brows rose in suggestive arches at your statement.

"I can be even better if you give me something hot and wet to eat."

well fuck you too, Jeon. now my ovaries have exploded, thanks a whole fuckin' lot you little tongue slut.

"maybe if you behave yourself, yeah?" you all but growled, feeling the heat in your body increase tenfold. and then he had the nerve to smirk at you. as if you weren't turned on enough. now you had to show him who the fuck was in charge here. "you're asking for it, Jeon."

he chuckled shortly, biting his lip. "then give it to me."

welp. there goes taking it easy his first time.

in seconds, you had his hands pinned above his head and the belt you had discarded earlier wrapped tightly around his wrists. he groaned at the feeling of the taut leather pulling at his delicate skin, loving the sensation of being restrained more than he thought he would.

"such a spoiled little brat, aren't you?" you snarled, grabbing one of his legs and forcing it up over your shoulder, holding the other against his chest. he bit his lip, eagerly nodding in agreement. "making demands like that. shit, you want it so bad? then have it, baby."

he cried out as the tips of your wet fingers slowly penetrated his virgin hole. hot, salty tears pooled in his eyes at the foreign stretch. you placed soothing kisses down his neck, murmuring sweet, encouraging words against his skin.

"tell me to stop if it's too much," you uttered, feeling his body trembling and tensing beneath you.

he quickly shook his head at that, "I'm okay– I'm okay... keep going... please keep going."

you praised him quietly, continuing to ease your fingers into him. his back arched deeply, forcing your chest together so firmly not even a piece of paper could slip between you. his head rolled to the side, panting lips pressing to his bicep, prominent bunny teeth biting into the flesh as his brows scrunched.

beautiful didn't begin to describe him.

"you're taking my fingers so well, baby," you cooed, thrusting your fingers shallowly, slowly in and out of him at a consistent pace, allowing his body to adjust properly. you could tell he was still in some pain, but it was quickly melting from his feature, being replaced by something entirely different.

"y/n," he drawled out a low moan, hips steadily beginning to roll in time with your fingers.

oh, you knew what that meant.

"you want more?"

he nodded quickly, whining for emphasis. you only grinned and continued your now painfully slow motions. he groaned in frustration when he tried to grind his hips down, only for you to grab them and pin them down. this was becoming torturous. this shallow pleasure and weak stretches weren't enough to get him anywhere. you know that. and now so did he.

face blossoming in a deep red, he weakly squirmed against his restraints in order to lift his head. "y/n, I can handle it, please! I need— shit," he squeaked loudly, eyes popping open almost comically when your fingers suddenly pushed deeply into him. his entire body jolted and you felt him clench around you.

"relax. you said you could handle it right?" he could only nod, words evading him as you pulled out, only to plunge right back in. the motion sent his head into a fuzzy state of euphoria that he'd never had the pleasure of encountering before.

it wasn't long before you were pumping into him at an arm numbing pace. your bicep and wrist ached, but you really couldn't care less. not with how utterly, stupefyingly gorgeous he looked.

hands bound above his head, which was thrown back as his strained throat shot out whorish moans. sweat making his rippling skin shimmer like an ocean at sunset. every muscle in his upper body was flexed and on full display for your greedy eyes, bulging and trembling.

"you look like you're about to just burst, Jeon," you teased, biting your lip at the sound of your palm connecting with his toned backside with sharp smacks.

wet? nah bitch you were drenched.

"w–wa... wait–wai... wait!" he gasped and moaned as your skilled fingers brought him closer and closer to the edge. you immediately still, quickly drawing your hand away from him.

"did I hurt you?" you asked, concern shining in your eyes.

"no, no it felt good. really good, fuck. I just..." you furrowed your brows in confusion, waiting for him to continue, "I don't want to come from your hand."

your brows raised, "oh?"

"I want you to fuck me."

oh.

a massive smirk split your cheeks. "don't have to tell me twice," you swooped down, kissing him fiercely. you moved the undo his binds, letting the belt hit the floor with a soft thud. with his freed hands, he reached down and helped you tug off your pants. you were both far too eager even bother taking off your underwear. you moaned softly as his slender fingers pushed the fabric to the side, grazing your wet lips.

he gasped, looking up at you with wide eyes. "you're so wet."

chuckling, you ground against his lingering fingers, moaning soft at the sparks of pleasure that followed. "mm, all because of you, baby." he blushed deeply, biting his lip to contain a wide smile. he hadn't realized he was affecting you just as much as you were affecting him.

he took you off guard as he slid his fingers against you, lightly pressing against your core, applying pressure to your sensitive clit. you jerked, legs quivering beneath the weight of your body. "easy, I'm not trying to come before I even get to feel you inside of me. I've waited too long for this."

in one swift motion, you sunk down on his erect cock. you gasped as he moaned in shock, both of you taken off guard by just how good it felt. you hadn't expected that much of a stretch, his dick filling you flawlessly. he hadn't expected you to be that tight, squeezing and clenching around him. he thought he was overwhelmed before, but this was an entirely different ball game. hehe, literally.

"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Jungkook choked, hands searching hopelessly for something to grab onto but unable to decide what he wanted to hold onto.

you chuckled breathlessly between soft moans, rolling your hips in slow figure eights. "God's got nothing to do with this, baby." You gripped at his muscular shoulders for support as you rode his dick.

truth is, he felt a thousand times better than you thought he would. he wasn't massive, but he was the perfect size for you, just thick enough to stretch you out without causing any real pain and long enough to reach that perfect, sensitive little spot inside of you with ease.

"fuck you feel so good," you groaned, throwing you head back as you sped up your pace, bouncing with renewed stamina.

Jungkook keened, feeling already himself teetering on that edge. but he didn't want to finish, he didn't want it to end. the feelings, the sensations you were giving him were unlike anything he'd ever faced before.

"y/n— I think I might–" he began to warn you, but his words got lost in gasping moans and hopeless whines. you got the message though, especially at the feeling of him throbbing and twitching inside of you.

"then I'm going to need you to touch me, baby," you guided his wrist to your aching pussy, moaning loudly when his fingers made contact with your swollen clit, "f–fuck right the–there."

he whimpered, wanting to please you just as much as you were pleasing him. "how?" he asked desperately, hips reflexively jumping as you clenched around him.

with your hand laid over top of his, you were able to lead his long middle finger in drawing small circles, until he was doing it all on his own. "oh shit, yeah– yeah, just like that... just like that." he couldn't hide the smile that grew at the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your mouth gaping in silent moans as his touches worked you closer and closer to your undoing.

but you wiped that smile off his face when your hands landed back on his chest, brushing his nipples and making his back arch upwards. you tested it again, this time with gentle pinches that had him crying out in euphoria, bucking into you hard.

"oh? you like that? you like getting your nipples played with? how cute." you managed, tweaking his hardened buds with a sadistic smirk. he sobbed, tears of pleasure rushing from his eyes. it was getting harder and harder to hold himself back. but he refused to come before you.

forcing his mind out of the euphoric haze, he put his hands and hips to work, drilling into you with every ounce of strength he had.

he managed to hit your sweet spot with every powerful thrust. and before you knew it, you were coming faster than you'd ever come before, vision filling with blinding stars, body going rigid above his and trembling uncontrollably. your walls constructed around him as you came with the most mind numbing orgasm you'd ever experienced, and that was just enough encouragement to have him exploding inside of you with a loud cry.

"fuck– fuck, y/n, fuck," he moaned, riding out his high with hard, sloppy thrust. you could only manage a weak whimper from oversensitivity, slumping on top of him, completely and utterly spent.

you laid them for at least five minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath and collect the wits that had just seemed to implode.

unexpectedly, you let out a bellowing laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck as his lazily looped around your back. "shit, Jeon. didn't know you had it in you," you giggled airily, kissing his shoulders in a surprisingly tender gesture.

he smiled, giggling along with you. "you brought it out of me."

"oh, I'm flattered, gorgeous," you cooed playfully, plastering kisses across his cheeks. he lightly swatted you away, squirming as you tickled at his sides.

with a soft sigh, you pushed yourself off of him. he watched in confusion as you grabbed his clothes off the floor, handing them to him. you chuckled when you saw the worried look on his face, leaning down to press a reassuring kiss to his lips. "as much as I enjoy cuddling after a good fuck, you should probably ditch before my parents get home. they’re not always so welcoming to strangers."

his shoulders relaxed, realizing you weren't just going to kick him to the curb after giving him the best afternoon of his life.

"understandable," he swiftly tugged on his shirt, followed by his pants and messily stuffed book bag. he turned back to you with a hopeful glimmer in his dark eyes, and a shy blush coating his cheeks. it was amazing that he was still so bashful after having just fucked your brains out.

"you'll... you'll text me... right?"

you laughed softly, cupping his jaw and drawing him into one last kiss. "how could I not?"

he grinned giddily, pecking your lips in his excitement. "okay! okay, good!" He coughed quickly, trying to cap his happiness, "I mean— cool, cool. very cool. I'll see you tomorrow. have a good— uh, night!"

you shook your head with a soft smile as he darted out the front door, closing it gently behind him.

"I might just have to keep you around, Jeon."

God jimin makes me so sexually frustrated even thoigh hes not my bias 😭

Honestly, same.