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guilty pleasures ch 3 at 808 words.....doing good guys lol

Nimi, just don't respond to them. They just know how to spread hate.

I did said that I don't want to comment on plagiarism issue in my previous ask because I don't know the truth but still, they have to send asks saying my friend did that and that and bla bla bla... Come on!!! I already saw what "proof" you're talking about so no need to remind me of that.

Again, you can have your own opinion and I can have mine. So, stop going around and trying to convince people what's the right thing to do based on your knowledge.

I mean, smart ones can already tell how the person is by looking at the way of their speech.

Beth never tried to push her opinions on anyone but here these people sending anonymous asks to a random blog to spread hatred towards her and trying hard to make us believe what they believe!

Everyone can think for themselves and judge accordingly, what's so hard to understand?

Yeah I think you are right I'll miss her.

https://www.tumblr.com/gadaisukidesu/736491538482413568/also-the-word-allegation-means-a-claim-without

your friend plagiarised someone's work for sure and there's proof. maybe it would be nicer if she were to own up to it rather than blame people for rightfully calling her out and reacting to her lies negatively.

sorry but your friend fucked up :/ /gen

Please send me the proof

She was most genuine and kind don't talk about her like that you have no right to call her that don't attack and don't talk shit about her feelings. I knew how she felt so please

https://www.tumblr.com/babycandy111/736917662118150144/hi-i-just-saw-your-ask-responding-to

I didn't wanted to get involve in this but I think I have to now.

I've been following Beth from quite the beginning when she started her blog and started having conversations with her in DM's. So, I can tell you that she actually got "harrassed" and "bullied". She was telling the truth, so please confirm it before you accuse someone. I don't know why you tried to invalidate her feeling and her opinions when she simply tried to express herself. I can put those screenshots here but I can't because of privacy invasion and also, I don't want anyone near my blog to send unnecessary hate.

We don't know what exactly happened so we don't know what exactly the truth is. I think it is important to look at the both side of the story and take opinions of both of the person into account and judge them based on that. I did saw that comparison post and I also saw Beth's last post where she explained herself. I'm not saying I'm defending anyone here or accusing anyone, I'm just trying to see both of the sides.

Tbh, Beth was genuinely a kind person, she was there when I needed someone. She was one of the unproblematic writer here on Tumblr. She was also very talented writer. Let me tell you one thing, I'm a bookworm and read quite a lot of books but no, I never found her plagiarizing someone's work. I also took help of AI to detect if she ever copied any writer's work but none matched with her writing.

I'm just saying that, there were people who adored her and her work. I don't know the truth so I'm not gonna comment on that but please don't try to make us hate her when she is not even here around us to at least defend herself.

Let us have our own opinion because we can think for our selves and can judge on our own and you don't have to tell us what we should do or don't.

I'm not trying to hate her I just didn't wanted to comment on the plagiarism issue because I don't know about it but I really adored her I used to chat with her and we used to talk about lot of things she was there when I was going to rough time so of course I love her I felt so bad about it coz when she was wanted to quit tumblr I motivated her that please don't quit just do your work people will like it eventually. So I was shocked when I saw her message and yes she is very kind and genuine she put so much effort to reach to her followers. I'm not spreading hate towards her or anything like that I just love her.

Hi, I just saw your ask responding to bethschamberoftales about plagiarism. If you look her fic compared to venusiangguk's, the similarities are very glaring. I used to read Stella's fics and it's pretty fucked up that someone else copied her word from word and taking no accountability.

https://www.tumblr.com/gadaisukidesu/736484327857225728/left-side-is-from-venusiangguks-fic-the-art-of

Beth was not "bullied" or "harassed," she refused to admit that she couldn't own up to copying someone's fic. It's also pretty fucked up she would say this since Stella herself was actually get anonymous threats that caused her to leave the site for awhile. She hasn't been active in over a month, and to think that she likely doesn't even know her fic was copied is even more messed up.

Ohh ok I haven't read that fic and I didn't knew much about plagiarism issue but it was sad that all this happened. She supported me when there was no one else if she copied this then she should be accountable for this. Idk what to say in this matter I hope you get it what I want to say . Have a good day .

Hello Nimi! This is Beth.

As you know I've already deactivated my blog, I would like to show my gratitude towards you for one last time.

I'm really grateful for your support and love towards my works. You've been kind to me and the way you encouraged me... I can't thank you enough for that.

I don't know what you think about the "plagiarism issue" but whatever your opinion is on this, I respect that. Also, I'm sorry if I have caused you any trouble.

But, I want to clear out a few things:

I don't know why they never thought about the thing that if I was to plagiarize someone's work, why would I post it on the same platform as the original fic where they have 8k+ notes? I would have posted that on Wattpad or any other platform. Idk why no one noticed that.

I deleted my account because of the hate comments and the hatred towards me was becoming too much that it started to affect my mental peace, not because any other reason people are spreading. I don't know how people can be so much inconsiderate and cruel! They tend to forget that all of these people here on Tumblr are real humans, including me, who are living in this real world, have jobs, studies and a family, they have heart and soul and feelings of their own. They don't understand how much their words can have an effect on people. Those words had affected me so much so that I had to leave this app and delete my blog. You know, you can have your own opinion, maybe you can think it was plagiarism but there were many different ways to phrase it, still they managed to being inconsiderate and cruel about it. Even though, I have already left, they continued to spread nagetive comments about me. So, I have to say this.

To all the people who spread hatred and bully people online or even offline: Know that you're the reason behind someone's depression, you're the reason someone took their life. I hope, you know the depth of your words which affected someone so much so that they had took their own life. I hope, you know how inhuman you are.

Anyway, Nimi, I wish you a bright future. Make sure to give your best and crack those exams. I wish you success🤍

Take care and good bye🤎✨

#bethschamberoftales

I love you and I'll miss you baby I don't know about the palgarism coz I haven't read the fic but I love you work hope you have a bright future ahead I'll really miss you its so sad that you deactivated your account we used to chat so much. I'll really miss you I Love you and thank you my friend

Omg it's soooooo good glad you are back baby 😻😻😽😽

The act of craving | JJk (m)

Summary:- When you go to complain to your loud neighbor but he turns out to be a hot single dad and later you become babysitter for his daughter, things are bound to escalate.

↳ Pairing: Dilf!Jungkook x f. reader

↳ Genre(s): Smut, angst, tons of fluff, single parent au.

↳ W/C: 12.6k

↳ Warning(s): Dilf jk!!!, age gap (Jk is 4 years older than her), cute baby and daddy moments🤭, reader is his baby's babysitter and also his neighbour and also a barista, bickering between neighbours at first which turned into something later🤭, BIKER JK!!!!, LOTS of teasing and kissing, oral (m and f receving), eating out on the kitchen counter, hair pulling, grabbing, manhandling, cow girl (OC on top but Jk is in charge), clothed sex (they were so horny for each other), protective sex, dirty talk and lastly bitterly sweet and caring JK😭 that's it I think?

↳ Listen to I really like you by Carly Rae Jepsen

↳ A/N: This is a gift from me to all of you💜 thank you for keep loving and supporting me<3 A huge thanks to @downbad4yoongi for her amazing beta service🤍. Now listen, this is important! Please read the note at the end of the story and let me know your decision!! And also let me know what you think about this fic!

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Life isn’t easy and you learned that the hard way.

When you first arrived in this entirely new country, you anticipated facing various kinds of obstacles. However, never in your wildest imagination did you think that hearing a baby cry all day and night, along with someone’s moans every single weekend, would be among them.

Maybe not every weekend but this happened more than once.

They are so loud that you can’t be block them out, even if you buried yourself under a bunch of pillows. And those bed-creaking sounds and the constant slamming of the bed against the shared wall of your apartment are agonizing.

But, this time, it’s much louder than any other night.

It’s been going on for two months now! You’ve endured hearing those filthy things they said to each other while going at it, the moans and screams, not to mention the constant crying of the baby. That’s okay. Babies are meant to cry, and you know that.! But, that amount of weeping is unhealthy.

You remember how peaceful the building used to be when he wasn’t here.

You miss those days.

You groan under your pillow at failed attempt to block the sounds coming from his apartment. You have an exam the day after tomorrow, so you need the proper amount of sleep. Your neighbor is fucking up your sleeping schedule along with your mental state, just as much as he is fucking that chick’s many orifices.

They have been going at it for at least an hour now! That’s pretty impressive compared to the guy you’d previously had sex with. He traumatized you with how bad he was in bed, so much so, that you never did it with anyone else after that horrible experience.

Finally, all your patience over the last two months breaks. You stomped your way over to your shameless neighbor’s door to give him a piece of your mind.

You are raging when you stand at his apartment door, banging on it with all the strength you have to give him some hint that he better hurry the fuck up and open the door.!

After waiting for a moment, which seems like an hour, your careless neighbor opens his door, but the sight you are presented with isn’t welcoming in any way. He Is standing on the threshold with only a bedsheet wrapped around his waist, which hangs very low, displaying his view of that ‘V’ line down there.

Basic decency, dude!

You keep your eyes fixed on his face. His body might be admirable, but your eyes aren’t able to see anything but rage at that moment.

“You know, it’s two in the morning?”

“Yeah?” a confused frown settles on his face as he stares at you with an indescribable innocence which you find amusing, contrary to his physique and his current state. His hair is disheveled, lips swollen from – you don’t want to know from what.

“So, people are trying to sleep; that’s why you should keep it down because it’s impossible to sleep with all those noises!” you say that in one breath, your voice elevated a little higher at the end of your sentence, which makes the man in front of you flinch subtly.

Then, you see his face become a mixer of guilt and embarrassment. His cheeks turn the color of tomato and you noticed him rubbing his ears while averting his gaze away from your face.

He is cute, you’re not gonna lie. But; the suffering he has caused you over the last few months won’t make up for that cuteness.

“Oh! I’m sorry about that. From now on, I’ll keep that in mind –“ he shifts his weight from one feet to the another, “And sorry again for the… inconvenience.”

You start to turn away but halt your movements as you remember, “And – stop hitting the wall with your bed.”

His brow rises for a moment after realizing what you’re referring to before abruptly saying, “Yeah, sure! I’ll look after that too.”

He seems genuinely sorry for what he has done, so you don’t waste any more of your time or his and turn on your heels towards your apartment.

You feel bad for him. You’ve never talked to him so you don’t know anything about him, just some occasional glances on the same elevator with him or passing by the hallway, but you’ve heard rumors about his girlfriend who’d left him after giving birth to their baby. Ever since then, he’s a single dad managing everything on his own without the mother of his children. It must be hard, you think.

There were times when you considered approaching him and offering help, but your disrupted sleeping schedule, caused by him, prevented you from being kind towards him.

You crash on your bed as soon as you reach your own apartment, ready to sleep peacefully this time. Not even five minutes after your encounter, the pounding sound resonates from his apartment. You let out a groan in frustration as you covers your face with your pillow.

The lack of sleep last night, makes you grumpy, and the rest of the day is a fucking mess. You can’t even concentrate on your studies. Your occasionally groans in frustration and your restless energy in the library throughout the day makes people around you mad. They were definitely irritated by you, but you don’t care even a little bit. How could you when your brain isn’t even functioning properly?.

You don’t even want to return to your apartment because of the nuisance next door. You tried to file a complaint against him by going to the landlord, but, unfortunately, he wasn’t home at the time.

You go back to your apartment in the evening, after spending the whole day out. When you return, that annoying man was standing outside of your door. You narrow your eyes in suspicion and take a few cautious steps towards him before he sees you and rushes towards you.

You are flabbergasted when he hands you a bouquet of flowers, holding it out for you. Your brows rise on their own, and mouth slightly parting. Why the hell is he giving you flowers out of nowhere and after what he did last night?

“Listen, I’m sorry about last night. I should have been more mindful. I already moved the bed, and I promise you won’t have to worry about the noise from now on.” His voice sounds soft and sincere. His eyes sparkling under the hallway’s light, showing the sculpted features of his face.

He stands there patiently, waiting for you to take the flowers. “Those are for me?” you asked, still in disbelief.

“Yeah… I considered making dinner for you also as an apology.” Then he stood there in silence, his big bambi eyes staring at you.

You are impressed by all the kindness he is showing, but you remember what he said last night. Crossing your arms in front of you, you say, “ You already apologized but did the same thing again!”

“But, I did move my bed to another room. You can see for yourself if you want.” He offers. You shake your head, going into someone’s bedroom seems too intimate, and you can’t do something like that.

Your next words hang in the air as you hear a baby crying sound from his apartment. Jungkook don’t even wait for you as he sprints towards his room. You follow his trail into his apartment but halt after a few steps inside.

There are toys everywhere, spread out all over his living room, baby food on the dinner table and some on the floor and a burning smell in the air.

“Oh, shit!” you and Jungkook’s eyes land on the stove and you immediately run towards it to turn it off.

You see Jungkook holding his baby in his arms, and rocking her left and right to soothe. Once again, you felt bad about his situation.

“Is she okay?” you move away from the stove and towards the large ‘L’ shaped sofa. His spacious living room is furnished with minimal furniture’s. His whole apartment leans toward the minimalistic vibe except for the mess on the floor.

“Yeah, she’s fine. I forgot to put pillows by her side.” You watch him tucking her fluffy hair behind her ears in the gentlest way possible. His eyes holds indescribable warmth and affection towards his baby. You listen to him comforting his little human with ‘it’s okay’ and ‘Daddy is here’ while delicately caressing her plushy cheeks. You stare at the sight unfolding before you, eyes softening on their own as an unknown warmth fills in your chest.

You can’t help but ask out of the blue, “What’s her name?” Your voice is gentle as you nearly whisper those words to him.

“It’s Nari.” He coos at her, and you watches her reach a plump little hand out for him. He brings his face a little closer, and she grabs at his nose and pulls it with a little squeal.

He just laughs at the adorable shenanigans of his baby girl, “You are my strong girl, aren’t you?” he sing-songs to her. A giggle leaves your mouth without you noticing.

All the anger from before melting away. You thought you were going to pass out from the cuteness when a question bubbled up in your mind, “Why don’t you hire a babysitter? I think, it would be very helpful for you.”

“I did hire one, but they quite. After that, I haven’t met anyone who is willing to do the job.” He sighs ands he looks down to Nari who is currently giggling into his arms while playing with his different earrings.

She doesn’t pay you any attention until you come closer. When her eyes landed on you, she doesn’t make a sound, she stops smiling and just stares at you with eyes reminiscent of her father’s. She started at you in awe. Her plump lips part slightly as she reaches her hand out to you.

She starts wiggling in his arms restlessly while reaching both of her arms towards you. Jungkook immediately hands her into your arms and you cradle her carefully, taking her into your embrace.

She lets out a squeal but continue to stare at your face. You are confuse as to why she is doing that. Is there something on your face? Do you look like one of the cartoon characters she watches on TV? Or, are you ugly enough that a child even isn’t able to figure out if you’re from Earth or another planet?

But she pushes aside all of your doubts and wariness out of the window when she let out a giggle and says, “Ee-ttee.”

She keeps repeating the word but you can’t figure out what she is trying to tell. You stared at her confused but eyes tender from her overwhelming cuteness.

“She is complimenting you., She’s calling you’re pretty,.” Jungkook explains.

That makes you flustered. He looked at his daughter and shakes his head in amusement while chuckling. Nari babbles something while giggling on her own. Her little body jolting in your hold but you put a hand on the back of her shoulder to steady her. “Thank you, but you’re prettier.”

You flick her nose with your index finger, and she scrunches her nose a little, and a giggle babbling out of her chest. Her smile is adorable.

“But I heard somewhere, pretty people can only recognize the beauty in others.” What he means by that statement pertains to the concept of internal beauty. One can only identify and appreciate it if one already possesses it within oneself.

You halt in your movements and rise your brows as you registered the words he just said. Your gaze slowly goes up towards him and as soon as your eyes lands on him, you see the blush on his cheeks spreads throughout his neck now and you find the sight satisfying. Somehow it gives you strength to know that, you’re not the flustered one here.

You kept aside the bashfulness of yours for now and say in a teasing way, “ And, I suspect you are one of those people, Mr. Jeon?”

You see the color of his ears deepening. Watching him getting flustered and all bashful is oddly satisfying and amusing. You’re having the time of your life by doing that. He clears his throat and cackles, shoving his hands into the pocket of his jogger, “And, why would you think that?”

You playfully sigh as you hoist Nari on your hips and bounces her. Jungkook understands your intention when you said, ‘Because you capture the beauty in your lenses and that requires you to recognize it with your eyes first. Isn’t it right, Nari?’ He is a person of simplicity, who greatly values the appreciation of one’s inner self before their outward appearance, just like himself..

“Aa – Eee – ah,” she makes different kinds of noises for which you don’t have enough knowledge to solve. You turn towards Jungkook who is standing there bewildered, like he just spotted an otherworldly being talking to him but slowly a smile makes its way across his lips. His eyes shine with something you couldn’t recognize.

You aren’t good at flirting, Actually you’re the worst when it comes to flirting and giving hints, but your friends have always said that you DID have the ability but you never believed them until now! You think you are feeling confident enough and can drag out this subtle game of words for a little while. So, you come up with few other pick-up lines, ready to enjoy this little moment when Nari grabs your boob with her small hand.

She squeals as her excitement increases when she starts petting your boobs. You don’t mind her playing with your tits but the look on his daddy’s face is what makes you shutter your composed form.

You catch him staring at your chest with lips slightly parted, face red in embarrassment and a look of amusement in his eyes. He gulps, and you can see his Adam’s apple bob as he comes closer and tries to take his daughter’s hand away from her new entertainment.

“Nari!” he gasps as he takes her arms in his hold gently and places them down by her sides, shaking his head as if to warn her not to do that. She makes a noise of complaint and kicks her feet in the air to show her anger before going back to her work; which is fondling your breast.

You’re wearing a bra underneath your tank top but the material isn’t thick and your bra isn’t padded so it is easier to move them. She gleefully goes from petting them to running circles over them, kind of in a massaging way. Nari seems delighted and her daddy seems to be still in shock from his daughter’s unexpected not-so-innocent behavior.

Jungkook isn’t able to avert his eyes from you chest, looking at them jiggling slightly under his daughters playful hands. Maybe, he is staring out of shock, or maybe out of curiosity or the desire to replace his hands with Nari’s little hands. Your tits would fit in his big hands perfectly. He can only imagine…

You laugh at the situation, throwing your head backward as the little human in your arms mirrors you and Jungkook takes the opportunity to take her back from you.

“I’m so sorry for her behavior. She never does…this kind of thing. Nari, that’s not right.” He apologies to you while avoiding your gaze. The warning stern but still filled with a palyful tenderness

Nari let’s out a grumble as a frown settles on her face. Her cute fat cheeks puff out even more when she pouts at him. She must have liked her new plushy toys. You can’t say you have big breasts but seeing a baby enjoying and playing with them makes you forget about the insecurities about the size of them, somehow?

“Now, don’t give me that face, Miss Nari.” Jungkook coos at her but she swats his hands away from her face instantly with a unhappy grunt.

“Daaaa” she spouts which was supposed to be angry, at least that’s what the baby tried to do but Jungkook pick the paci from the coffee table and give that to her, “Here, it’s for you little women. Now don’t get angry at me.”

He playfully pleads to her and her face lights up in a blink of an eye. She gives him the most wet open-mouthed kiss on his cheek, in a most adorable way and slumps on her daddy’s hard chest, yawning.

“So, how do you manage? You know, work and taking care of Nari at the same time?” you can’t even manage to cook for yourself after your shift, let alone can’t focus on your studies much because of how exhausted you feel after you come back home. You can only imagine what Jungkook’s situation is. He has work to do and has to care for a small baby on his own. It must be hard.

“I am a freelance. This way I’m able to manage my own schedule. It’s much more flexible and less stressful. I have my own company but nowadays my brother is handling that. This way I can take care of Nari. But other times when I’m not home, she stays with her uncle.”

You wonder where her mom is. Your tongue is itching to ask the question but you don’t want to be insensitive and nosy on your first official meeting. Going slow would be the best option for now, you don’t want to rush things and ruin whatever is building between you the two of you. The haring period is over and now you want to be on good terms with him or perhaps even more. So, you decided to be a cautious and sensible person and not hang on the topic.

Jungkook is such a good dad. Giving up on his company to take care of his baby is something you find very admirable. Even though he is still practically the boss, he took time off to look after his daughter.

“I see. You know – um– I can be her babysitter.” After stammering, you let out the idea you were anticipating offering on since you stepped foot in his apartment.

He looks at you with a little wide eyes, wasn’t particularly expecting you to suggest something like that.

Was it stupid of you?

You can see the hesitance in his eyes so you adds, “I mean, I have done that before. I have some experience and I can show you the documents also.”

You are cautious of what you say. You can understand that trusting a stranger to take care of his baby would be too much. He maybe thinking it’s a bad idea. You panics after realizing that.

Jungkook looks like he is in deep thought, maybe contemplating on accepting your offer or not.

You see him swaying little Nari in his hold to lull her into deep sleep. Baby’s usually like that. But the way his biceps swells up when he hoisted up her in his arms is a sight you’d like to witness every day or maybe around your waist, holding you up while his cock is deep inside your–

Shut up, ____!

After a few moments, he hums. Looking in your direction, he says, “Okay. It would be helpful to me also considering the fact that, I’m in search for a babysitter.”

You give him a delightful smile in return. You know, when parents let their kids under another person’s watch, how much they are trusting them. Jungkook is doing the same and you’re willing to be worthy of his trust.

“How old is she?” You ask.

“Ah, She is 16 months, 3 weeks and 4 days.” Is he counting days or what? Who can answer this specifically?

“You are a good daddy, Mr. Jeon.” Before you could even realize it, the compliment had slipped through out of your mouth and the father’s head hung low, a blush creeping all the way down his neck as he let out a breathy chuckle, “It’s Jungkook.”

“Jungkook? I’m ____, nice to officially meet you!” you exclaim, watching sides of his eyes crinkle up from smiling at you.

There are so many things you would like to know about him but for now, you leave him with his baby girl as she fall asleep in his arms. Her face flush against his chest, spouts of drool covers his t-shirt.

He reassures you once again that he won’t do that again, apologies to you for the millionth time and suggested you to join your new job from tomorrow.

Wishing you luck for your exam tomorrow, you leave his apartment taking his flowers with you.

The babysitting thing, you never actually thought about the idea but, you know you aren’t gonna regret it.

You might pass out.

Why the hell is he wearing grey sweatpants and black tank top?

The next day when you come back after taking your exam, to find a very sweaty Jungkook welcoming you. His biceps display in the tank top with a CK embroidered on the front of it. His disheveled hair falling in his eyes.

This is usually he greets you when you come home from your shift to babysit Nari, looking like the hot daddy he is.

After having a conversation with him, you get to know that it’s the time he usually works out.

You mentally took a note to arrive a little earlier next time. Maybe you’ll get to see those six packs again.

After being in his apartment, one thing you begin to understand that he is loaded, if judging by the amount of luxurious things in his apartment is anything to go buy.

You’ve never even heard of the baby products Nari uses, her wardrobe is filled with Versace and Balenciaga, other expensive baby products.

You don’t understand why he is living in this apartment when he can afford to have a mansion by himself.

Jungkook had told you, Nari likes her food warm, not too hot nor cold, her favorite food is blueberry puree with baby oatmeal and she has a skincare routine. A 16 months old baby has a skincare routine!

You ger more familiar with everything the more you spend time with Nari. You built a great bonding with her and with her fatehr? Well, it’s going very slow.

He told you his brother used to look after his daughter when he wasn’t home but now, he is busy with his wedding preparations. So, now it’s only you and Jungkook. Both of you came to an agreement that you’ll look after Nari in the second half of the day and he will be with her in the first half.

You don’t have any problem with any of it.

He often prepared lunch for you when you came by in the afternoon, and made sure you weren’t feeling uncomfortable and always told his baby not to give you a hard time.

It's not like she gives you a hard time, the two of you guys lie on the soft all day and watching Ghibli movies most of the time, and other times she play with your tits while blabbering nonsense. There’s a small karaoke set next to that giant TV so you make use of that too. That night Jungkook was a little late than usual, so you give little Nari a free concert before falling asleep on the sofa with her.

This is how most your days are going.

Until one day, someone decided to visit you at your work place. Someone with a small mole under their lips.

The coffee shop you work at usually crowded with customers, businessmen and college goers stop by the shop to grab their favorite cup of coffee in the morning before starting their hectic day.

You have been working here for a year now, a fresh college graduate who was in need of a job and money. You applied for the job and they hired you, trained you and now you’re a barista capable of making different kind of latte art which you’ve always admired whenever some random barista prepared your drink. You used to stare intensely at their art, and watch the expert hands work on your coffee in awe.

You usually work the morning shift which is 6AM to 12PM, it’s beneficial for you after all.

You were about to head out as your shift was complete and someone else was about to take your place when a man approached counter. Having no other choice, you went over to take their order, well aware of that you’ll be late.

“Good afternoon, Sir. How can I help you –” you maintain your usual enthusiastic persona which you carry at your workplace and a relaxed expression on your face as you give him a soft smile but when you see who is he, you eyes go a little wide and you stare at him in shock, your mouth forming a ‘O’ at his sudden appearance.

“Good afternoon to you too.” He sing-song those words to you, lopsided grin on his face. The way he removes his helmet and shake his head side to side to adjust his soft locks is attractive . You never thought you would find something so small so attractive.

He is wearing head to toe Harley-Davidson, A black lather jacket over a black tee that hugs his muscles gloriously with black jeans stylized with knee pads and black stompers; he is standing there tall and proud…you’re gonna pass out!

A hot dad who rides a bike…yeah, the one thing that makes you go weak in your knees.

It is just these simple things that you find scandalous; like showing up with the most pussy-clenching outfits and making your sanity crumble, on the top everything his sweet and caring nature towards you.

Maybe he is doing it unknowingly but you would like to think that he is trying to give a hint or two.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” your voice is a little shaky and you cringe at that, can’t even control your growing desire towards him.

He rubs his neck as he raises a brow at you in confusion, “What? Am I not allowed here?” He gives you that sweet innocent smile of his but your mind is anything but innocent at the moment.

“No no, I didn’t mean it like that.” You chuckle nervously and he laughs at that, finding you cute. He lean on the counter to get closer to you and you tenses.

“I was on my way to work but thought about giving you a visit.”

He stop by to…visit you? That’s something new!

“And, what about Nari?” You’re being nosy, but you’ve always been like this.

“Don’t worry, she is with my brother right now. He is gonna drop her home on his way back from shopping. I’m not a bad dad, you know?” he fakes sadness as he stare at you, almost playful.

You shrug, focusing on taking his order as you mutter “yeah, yeah” with a roll of your eyes, your smile can be heard in your voice and Jungkook’s soft giggle under his breath can be heard from where you are standing.

He ordered an iced-americano and started making his drink. Your coworkers are already murmuring about the hot guy in the shop and when you come to use the expresso machine, you hear them talking – “He is the hottest man I’ve ever seen!”

Another one passes a comment on, “He looks like he can fuck for hours without getting tired.”

Another one squeal at that, voice pitched high when she says, “Right! I wonder if his cum will be as thick as his biceps.”

You didn’t realize with how much force you are gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles gone white when you looked down but you only scoff. They need to back off. The only one who is going to know what his cum is like, is you, not them or fucking anyone else. You really want to call him yours and let everyone know that but you and him both knows that it’s not the case.

You finish making his drink while the girls stand at the back, ogling the man standing on the other side of the counter, oblivious to all the attention he is getting, focused on his phone. He looks up at you while you clear your throat, placing the cup of coffee in front of him. His lips turn upwards as smiles at you and say softest “thank you” you’ve ever heard.

Tina, Who is a senior of yours and also working here for years comes out from the back office and told you to look after the cash counter because, Kang, who is the in charge of it already left. She is dating the owner of this coffee shop for years now, their love story is quite cute. Met in this coffee shop and worked together as they fall in love with each other. She told you all of her stories, how the ‘boss’ used stare at her all day and left roses for her on the coffee machine every morning.

Jungkook pays for his coffee but remains standing there with one hand in his pocket and the other holding the coffee. He leans towards you again to whisper but you beat him to it, “Wanna know something?”

You whisper in his ear, your lips lightly brush against his skin and you see the goosebumps behind his ears and neck as he visibly tense. Knowing that you have this sort of effect on him is a win for you.

“You see that lady over there? She used to come here with her boyfriend but they broke up. Ever since then, she has been visiting alone here.”

Jungkook gives you a confused look, “How do you kno–”

You shush him and continue your blabbering, “And, over there– ,” you points your finger towards the outside sitting area. He hums when he spots the old couple to whom you are pointing at, “They have been together for 50 years now. It’s their 50th anniversary today so they came here to celebrate; at their favorite coffee shop!”

Jungkook folds his arms on his chest and asks playfully, “And what it is that you’re implying to, Miss ____?”

You pause for a second but controls your expression on time and said, “That means, broken-hearted or in love, everyone loves my coffee. It must be special.”

You try to act cool but as soon as those words leaves your mouth, you think how stupid it sounds. Trying to be goofy wasn’t the best choice.

You expected Jungkook to laugh at you, but the only thing he does is smile. Smiles softly at you as he says, “Yeah – It must be.” His eyes are the warmest color of brown shining from the sunlight through from the glass door and his pearly white teeth glisten when he grins at you.

You think your heart stops, you take a deep breath and chuckle along with him.

“Is your shift over? C’mon, let me give you a ride home.”

You? On his bike? While he is riding it?

Sounds like heaven and hell at the same time.

But the growing desire and your stupid heart aren’t able to say ‘no’ to this exclusive opportunity. Honorable mention: your hormones!

You must be ovulating, otherwise why the fuck would you be horny just by the thought of riding his bike?

Not him yet.

Maybe soon.

You stands beside him while he adjusts his helmet and hands you another one. When you go to put it on, he grabs your wrist leaving a burning sensation behind. After he notices he made skin-to-skin contact with you, he immediately retracts his hand and takes the helmat from you.

“Here, let me?”

You just nods and he places the helmet on your head and pushing it down slowly, fastening the strap under your chin. His eyes crinkle as he pets the top of it and says, “Let’s go.”

You stand there for a second, staring at his back as you try to process into what just happened. The call of your name from Jungkook , breaks the daze you were in.

Riding back to your home was peaceful, You place your hands into his jackets pocket, hugging him from behind, after he suggested that. Neither of you said anything, but the tension was still in the air.

Jungkook hasn’t brought anyone home after he met you.

But after his break up with Mijoo, His ex, He has been quite miserable. Caring for a baby isn’t easy, especially when the mother isn’t there.

Jungkook met Mijoo at workplace, she was a new model at their company where Jungkook was the lead photographer at the one of the most expensive and famous fashion brand in the world. Being new there, Jungkook used to help her, being the kind person he is. Then, they both started hanging out and soon dating. It wasn’t allowed in the company to date your coworker but, Jungkook didn’t care. His love for her made him fearless and blind at the consequences.

But, when she got pregnant with his child, she refused to give birth to it. Her immediate reaction was to get rid of it, whereas Jungkook was adamant on having his baby born. So, they conclude that Jungkook was going to take the infant with him as soon as it was born and Mijoo would be on her way to getting a successful career.

After that, Jungkook left the company, not wanting to draw any more attention from people, the drama was almost unbearable. Mijoo also left the company, and the country.

Their story ended there.

Ever since then, he has been living alone with his baby girl. Having her was the best decision he ever made in his life. Being a dad is a blessing to him. Nari brings all the happiness which was lacking in Jungkook’s life.

He is quite content with his life. Sure, he had to move out from his house to this apartment there was no one in his house to take care of Nari and he has to leave under his uncle’s watch so he move in to a apartment near his brothers house. His brother did suggested that Jungkook should stay with him but Jungkook always been a privet person and needs his own place. it was second best decision he made. Because he got to meet you here.

You are ready to invade Jungkook’s evening. It’s weekend and you got your day off, so you decided to crash in his apartment to have a movie marathon with him, but deep down you know, your initial intention is something else.

Jungkook was spacing out as always when he heard his door bell ring. He absentmindedly opened his door and the sight he welcomed something he had ever expected to see in his life.

You are standing there in the tiniest-pleated skirt he has ever seen, along with a white knit top that hugs your every curve and makes your breast look round and squeezable. Wait! Are you not wearing a bra? Because your nipples can be shown perfectly through the fabric of your top. Hard and perky, enough to make him lose his mind. You’re also wearing a cute pair of socks with a pair of fluffy slippers.

You smile at him sweetly as you says, “Thought we could watch some movies together since it’s my day off.” You are also holding three packs of tacos along with two cups of spicy chicken ramen in your hands. Looks like you’re prepared enough.

Jungkook doesn’t even register what you are saying, just staring at you as his eyes scan your body head to toe. He visibly gulps when his eyes stops at your tits and abruptly removes his gaze from your body. You’re not fucking healthy for his sanity.

“It’s okay if you’re busy though. I’ll just go back and watch on my own–,” you said, faking sadness on your face as you tried to sound as upset as you could.

“No no, I’m not busy. We can watch movies…of course.”

See? It works every fucking time.

You smirk at your victory as you lean around him to make it seem like you’re searching for Nari, in the process your nipples brush against his hard chest ever so lightly, your face a few inches away from his, “isn’t Nari home?”

Jungkook takes a few steps back at the close proximity, his cock twitching in his gym shorts as he tries to control his evident lust towards you, “N-no, she is with her uncle.”

Your lips pull downwards at the thought of you wouldn’t be able to meet her but that’s for the best because you wouldn’t want her to hear lewd sounds and moans when you both will be making later.

Soon, you’re placing the food on his coffee table as he turns on the TV, “Do you want some wine?”

He asks while looking for a suitable movie for the night. You insisted on grab the wine so he can keep searching. You reach on your tip toes to grab the bottle of wine from the upper cabinet but there are many so, you asked, “Which one is it, Jungkook?”

When he looks in your direction, and curse under his breath. Your skirt lifts up and he can clearly see your white thong. He knows what you’re doing, has enough experience to know when someone is doing something intentionally.

After grabbing the bottle and two glasses, you go over to the faucet to wash the glasses before pouring the wine into them.

It was intentional when you go over to the broken one. It happened this morning and Jungkook haven’t repaired it because he was busy all day. You turn on the faucet, causing it to burst out the water from it in a speed of the light. Soon your top is drenched from water, “Shit!”

You try to stop the water with your bare hands, not the smartest way but it will make you more drenched than you already are. The more you’re dripping with water, the more your skin will be shown through your top. So, you don’t mind.

“____, move.” Jungkook comes up behind you quickly as he tries to move you aside, but you lose your balance on the slippery floor, causing you to fall back. He grabs your waist, saving you from falling on your butt. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to save himself from the water, soon he is quickly drenched along with you.

He turn off the mail water supply in the mean time. Both of you stand there soaked. Your tits even more visible to him, hard nipples peeking through your top.

“Are you okay, ____?” his voice is laced with concern, brows knitted together, “C’mon, you should change or else you’ll catch cold.” He hastily tries to go and grab the blanket on top of the ‘L’ shaped sofa. He didn’t care about himself catching a cold, instead his first instinct was to make sure you’re okay. That warms your heart.

“Hey, it’s okay!” You giggle a little at his overly concerned state. You place a hand on his chest, his shirt is clinging to his body, showing all those abs. You gently graze your finger tips and he visibly tenses under your touch. Before he can move, you look up to him with faux innocent eyes, “When did it happened?” there’s a small scar on his left side, under his ribcage.

Your voice a mere whisper when you ask that, still smiling. Your hand stays there, flat on his chest as you rub it over his chest resulting in touching his nipples with your fingers.

“I-it is from childhood days –,” he struggles to voice those words. His voice strained just like his cock in his pants, he gulps.

He don’t know where to focus, your hand which is now dragging up to his shoulder then to his neck, scratching there lightly with your finger nails before going back down to rest on his chest. It doesn’t feels scandalous but your gentle touch leave burning trails behind. You are focused on his scar, looking so concerned about that old memory from his childhood days. There’s a frown on your face which he finds cute.

“It’s nothing, just a old scar.” He smiles softly, tries to lighten the heavy tenses atmosphere with your this close to him, “But…I want to see it…Can I see it?”

You’re doing this on purpose. He can see it written all over your face, the faux concern, the fake way you’re worried about an old healed scar on his chest. You push your body closer to him, the heat radiating off of you making his mind dizzy. Your manicured nails lightly scratching over his nipples and he shudders, chills running down his spine.

“____, don’t –,” his voice sounds vulnerable and shaky, his inhales sharply and you can feel his hot breaths against your cheeks.

“Why?” you look up at him, eyes focused on his. You move your eyes from his left to right eye, “Don’t you want me?” Your eyes wander down towards his lips, subtly you staring at them, “Are you seeing someone Jungkook?”

You heart beats rapidly behind your ribcage, please say no you chant it like prayer in your head. He frowns, not expecting that kind of question, “No, there’s no one.”

His voice holds sincerity, showing you that he is being honest with his answer, eyes staring at you intently. You smile at his answer, returning to his eyes as you say, “Then it’s okay to want this.”

You voice is so soft, you murmur as you stand on your toes, trying to reach his ears but failing because of the height difference so you settled in his neck, breathing in his perfume. He smells good.

Jungkook closes his eyes unable to compose himself anymore. He is losing control bit by bit, something like whine escapes his mouth like he is in pain, trying to fight against the urge to grab your face and kiss your lips.

“___,” his voice is strained, eyes half-lidded with lingering lust behind those eyelashes, he calls your name quietly, just shy of pleading, “I don’t think it’s okay –…,”

He is trying to warn you of possible consequences about the aftermath if either of you indulge in this, there’s no going back from this.

Jungkook did had some one night stands before, but with you it’s different. He don’t want to mess up this friendship or whatever it is between you two. Even though you’re younger than him, He can’t deny the undeniable pull he feels towards you.

“Please –,” you make your voice as vulnerable as you can, pressing your whole body into his, your boobs flush against his hard torso, nipples brushing him, “Don’t you want me?” your eyes pleads, staring at him. Your hands now rest on his stomach, he tenses underneath his shirt and turns his head away from you, internally battling with his morals and his hard cock.

“It’s okay to want me,” you press a feathery kiss on his neck and he shudders, his hands grips your waist but you’re unsure if he wants to push you away or pull you closer to him.

You place your hand on his face and turned his head towards you. He doesn’t hesitated or fight back, letting you guide him. His eyes are hooded now, filled with lust and his brows furrows, “It’s okay.” You said, positioning your leg right against his cock as you gently press on it.

His eyes widen but instantly closes them, sighing in defeat. He makes a sound that sounds like a grunt, “I’m four years older than you, ____. This– is not okay…I don’t want to take advantage of you…”

“You make it sounds like you’re forty,” you softly chuckle at him, trying to hold back laughter to not ruin the mood, “You’re not. I want this as much as you want it.”

You brush your lips against the vein that is outlined under his skin, “Stop me if you don’t want this.”

His breath hitches as soon as you glide your hands down towards his lower belly and play with the hem of his shorts, “Can I?”

Jungkook doesn’t back away this time. Your touch is addicting. On top of that, when you sound like this? As soon as he heard your pleading voice, he knew he wasn’t going to win this battle.

So, he gives in. He nods his head and that is all you needed. First contact with his hard cock through his shorts with your hands makes his cock twitch violently under the fabric. He throws his head back, eyes closing shut from explosive pleasure. Then your hands slips into his shorts, over his brief and he thinks he might bust nut when your palm brushes over the head of his clothed cock. His moans are lewd and relieved, lips parted when you pump him over his Calvin Klein’s.

His fingers dig a little into your waist as he pushes you back against the kitchen counter, his hand above your ass to protect you from hitting the edge.

You rub your thighs together after hearing his soft moans, breath shudders in between his moans and grunts. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the moan bubbling in your throat.

Your hand goes further down to fondle his balls and he gasps softly. He angles his hips so you can touch him better, you smile and move back to stroke him.

His own hands travel down to beneath your skirt and graze over your clothed pussy lightly, making your inhale sharply. You close your legs shut, “Let me take care of you first. You’re such a good dad and a kind person, You deserve a reward. So, let me make you cum, please?”

He swallows and just nods in response, not in a proper state of mind to argue, especially when you are asking so nicely.

You smile slyly and pump him a little faster. You can’t see it, you just touch it in a way you think would be pleasurable for him. You can feel his cock is thick and long and might not fit into your little pussy. Though, you don’t doubt you’re doing a good job, because of how hard he is in your palm and how his cock twitches in your hold when you press on it slightly harder.

Soon his big tattooed hand surround on your smaller ones, guiding you to grip just a bit tighter and go a little faster.

“F-fuck yeah, like that,”

Another moan fall from his mouth, his cock jumps a little in your hold. He is close. He inhales deeply, shaky moans and groans falling from his lips constantly.

“Feels good?”

You press your hand a little harder and speed up. “Yeah –,” his hand squeezes yours as to halt your movements but your mischievous hands go a little rougher on him. His breath huffs out in little puffs as he gasps softly, “Slow down –,” he chuckles, embarrassed of the idea of coming this early.

“Are you gonna cum for me, hmm?” you murmur into his ear and lightly nibble on his neck, teeth grazing on his skin as you tug on it softly. He lets out a whine, squirming a little in your hold. He gasps when you push over the head, squeezing it a little and he gasps, panting heavily.

“____,” he moans out your name and your pussy clenches around nothing. You keep kissing his neck, biting lightly. His hold on your waist becomes rougher closer to his orgasm he gets.

“Please,” he pleads, completely ruined by your hand. He has never felt like this, as if he is going to die if he doesn’t come right then. He is embarrassed by the thought of coming in his pants but your hand has him so close that he doesn’t even care anymore.

His moans and grunts get louder as he doesn’t get the chance to warn you, his orgasm rushes through him in a blink of an eye. He presses into your palm as hard cock rutting up into your hand, mind completely blank as he stutters and thrusts erratically, spilling into his brief, hot and wet against your hand.

After panting harshly, he catches his breath but as soon as his breathing returns to normal his lips are on yours, kissing you intensely as his hands roaming your body. Tongue clashes together and your breath shudders then he is already moving down, kissing every inch of you. Tiny kisses turn into open-mouthed one as wet marks decorate your neck. He play with your top, contemplating on removing it but deciding to leave it for now.

His hands move up to your tits, squeezing them and attaching his mouth to your clothed nipples, sucking on it softly.

Making wet patches on both of your tits with his saliva, making it more visible through your already drenched top. His hands travels down to your hips, caressing all the way down your body as if he is admiring every inch of it.

After making you sit on the counter top, his lips moves from your neck, kissing all the way down to your inner thigh. Goosebumps appearing on your skin when he lifts up your skirt, pushing it up to your belly and bundling the piece of cloth there. “It looks cute on you,” he coos when he sees your thong, taking it off of you after asking for your permission. Your cheeks are red from hearing the compliment.

After your panties hit the floor, Jungkook let out a tiny gasp, his hands caresses your soft thighs while his gaze is fixed on your cunt, licking his lips as he said, “It’s so pretty.”

You blush harder, fighting against the urge to shut your legs. You move your head away from his but he holds your face gently, making you look at him, “Hey! Don’t shy away from me now.” His voice is tender just like his eyes, there a soft smile lingering on his face. He stares for a little longer, admiring your every features before pressing a gentle kiss on lips and going back to work.

Kissing the plump lips of your pussy and stroking your thighs gently, making you moan but it’s barely audible. It’s so little and tight, he is awestruck after seeing it up close. The prettiest pussy he has ever seen.

He sees more of your essence gush out of you when he places soft kisses above your slit. Your breath shakily as you look down at him, he keeps kissing slowly down towards the area you want him the most. But you’re so impatient that your hips buck slightly on their own and he giggles. The vibration sending shiver down your spine.

His lips move over your clit and a moan slip past your lips, loud and lewd. Your hands grip his hair, not tugging, just resting atop of his head.

The first glide of his tongue over your clit makes you buck against his mouth more. You throw your head back mouth falling open. He watches you from down there, mind hazy but the desire settles in every bone of his body, eyes full of lust and adoration for you.

When you look down at him, you can see the yearning and adoration for you, he looks at you like you’re more than a casual hook-up, like you mean something to him. His eyes full of care and tenderness that it makes you doubt if it’s just to release the sexual tension between you or more than that. He makes you feel things you shouldn’t be feeling.

He takes your hand and urge you to spread your pussy lips for him, you do exactly that. You spread yourself with your index and middle finger while he pulls your hood back with his thumb, revealing your clit to him.

He is staring again as he say, “It’s so soft and tiny. I’d love to take pictures of it.” Your blush spread further down your neck as you gulp. The idea is so obscene and hot that more of your slicks gushes out of your little hole.

He brings his hand up and rubs your clit with a single finger of his, basking in the wetness and softness of it, “You like that idea, don’t you?” he teases as his presses a little harder and rubs faster. You shudder, unable to answer him as you can only focus on nothing but his finger.

“I think you do…just look at you.” You grip his hair and push him further into your cunt. He looks up at you and does the sluttiest thing you ever witnessed. His tongue dart out from his mouth and licks from your entrance to your clit, moving in sweeping motions as he continuously grazing over your clit, hot breath hitting your skin.

“Keep going…go a little faster,” encouraging him as your voice gets high pitched and your squirm under his hold. Your orgasm builds in your belly and soon you’re shaking from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Please, make me cum,” You whimper, voice sounds tiny, “please.”

He sucks harder as he groans, you can feel the vibration in your lower belly as you see him rolling his eyes.

Grabbing your ass, he pulls you closer to him, “Baby, look at me when you cum on my tongue.”

Your mind is so fuzzy that you can’t even register anything. Your top is still wet from the water, cold but you don’t care. When you look down at him, he is already looking at you as his tongue works against you, the only and most important thing in your life right now.

“Fuck– Say my name, baby.”

He moans against you and that’s the turning point for you. The pressure gets overwhelming in your stomach as your orgasm wrecks you. You close your eyes and moan after moan of his name comes out of your mouth, all lewd and heavenly.

He doesn’t waste any time as he stands and hoist you up as he wraps your legs around his waist. Placing you on the sofa gently, he kisses you again, smiling against your lips and you whine when you taste your yourself on his tongue.

He places his hand on your cheeks after kissing feverishly and looks deep into your eyes and says, “Can I fuck you?” He whispers against your lips.

He is hard again, and you can feel it when presses himself against you. It makes you horny and proud at the same time. Proud of how he is still hard after you made him cum few minutes ago and horny just by knowing it.

He licks over your lower lip before shoving it into your mouth, body molding with yours, his hands moving everywhere over your body like he can’t get enough of you.

Then, he is removing himself from you while pulling on your lip and letting it go with a soft ‘pop’

“Wait – I’ll be right back.” Then he disappears into another room. You lay there with your pulsing pussy in wet clothes. You consider taking it off but decides not to.

He comes back after a few moments, small silver package shining under the light. He has taken off his shorts and briefs, your assumption was right. He is big, too big. You gulp.

He sits beside you while taking his shirt off on his way. His glorious body now on full display for you, his tattooed hand gently brushing your hair out of your face. After putting on the condom, he said, “Come, sit on it.”

He said it so soft but your heart beat drums giant your chest rapidly. You didn’t hesitated before settling your self on his cock, grinding on it. He hisses when your clit drags against head, making his eyes shut for a moment.

Again his eyes are back on you as urges you to sit on his cock. He hold it up for you as you position yourself on his tip. You tease your entrance with it, slick gushes out of you as you moan. He removes his hand from his base when you place your hand there but as soon as you started stroking him, he stops you, “Don’t or else I’ll come in your hands again.”

“Let me apply the lube.” You says. He brought the lube also, just in case. You’re relieved he did because he is way too big for you. He let go of your hand and you smile at him, kissing his lips you stared stroking him. From the base to all the way up to his tip, applying a little more pressure on his head. He hisses at the way you play with his glistening cock, dripping from the tip of it. Your swirl a finger around his tip and bend your body towards him, pressing on him. Kissing his neck you rub the tip over your entrance and pump his base a little faster. His eyes rolls back as hips buck barely.

Before you can tease any longer, he pulls on your hair and makes you look at him, flicks his nose against yours as he quirks a brow and laughs, “You’re not good at following instructions, are you?”

You settled back on your knees and positioned yourself again, looking down at him, “No, I just know when to follow and when not to.”

You’re still lightly stroking his base, before putting it in, you chicken nervously as you said, “But I doubt if it would fit inside me or not.”

He must notice your nervous laugh and the concerned pinch of your brows because then he get up on his elbows to reach your face as he places his hand on your cheek, reassuring you, “Tell me if you need to stop and I will. I’ll go slow, hmm?” he pecks your lips and falls back on his back.

You nod. Bringing some lube, you also rub some of it on your entrance as well.

Jungkook holds your hand with one of his hand and the other grips on your hip. You slowly sink down on his cock, pushing only the tip a little bit, you hiss from the stretch. It’s been so long since you’ve been laid and now taking Jungkook’s cock feels like too much. Your eyes close on their own, mouth opening and brows pinching together from the burning sensation.

Jungkook is patient. He rubs your thighs and squeezes your hand in his to let you know he is there, “ Are you okay, ____? Is it hurting?” his voice is overly concerned when he look for your face. Your heart melts from his tenderness, overwhelmed with an unknown feeling.

“I-I’m okay,” you laugh a little, trying to ease the burning feeling between your legs. A worried wrinkle forms between his brows.

“Go slow, baby. No need to rush.” He himself is throbbing, you can feel how his cock jumps a little but he said nothing, enduring the pain of it silently.

He gives you all the control so you can go at your own pace. You push a little deeper, whimper falls from your mouth as you feel some tears gathering in your eyes.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath when you takes in another inch. You place your other free hand on his chest, supporting your balance as you slowly push all the way down bit by bit. Jungkook holds your hand all the time, caressing your thighs and muttering gentle ‘go slow baby, it’s okay’ and ‘you’re doing so well’ into your ears.

He hugs your body when you fall onto him, isn’t able to hold your weight on your knees any longer. It does hurt like hell but also in a good way. You are squirming, trying to adjust to his size when he brings his hands in-between your bodies and rubs your clit slowly, trying to distract you from the pain while rubbing soothing strokes on your back with his other hand. He constantly kisses your face, gentle and soft pecks all over your features and neck.

When he heard your sigh of relief, he buried the remaining inch of him inside of you, stuffing you to the hilt.

You both sigh in unison when he says, “You’re so tight, feels so good, baby” he coos at you. His constant use of that name makes you more giddy for him. Is he doing that on purpose. You clench around him after hearing him calling you baby and he hisses, “Wait a second,” his laugh is breathy, trying to hold himself back because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but pussy around him feels ecstatic that he might lose control in any moment, if not from the way you look while sitting on his cock.

He bunch up your skirt a little higher, not caring about taking it off, too drawn into the desire that none of you mind to take your clothes off. You are still in your clothes, even the socks are still on. He brings his hand up to your tits, squeezing the, He juggles them in his hands, fascinated by the sight, “Wanna see them. Next time, okay?”

Him assuring you that there will be a next time makes you rolls your hips a little. He grabs your ass before you can move any further, bringing his teeth to your lower lip, he tugs on it and pulls out his cock a little bit before pushes it back slowly as he released you bottom lip to see it bounces bac to it’s place.

Quite whines and moans fall from your lips when he repeats that move a few times. His strokes are skilled and precise when he thrust back up at you while holding you in place. He had you writhing on his cock. you don’t do much, just hold your self up on both of your knees for him. Even though he is under you, he is in charge of every thrust, taking control of your body.

You can understand how he knocked someone up. The way he fucks you, pussy swallowing his cock each time as he makes you feel every inch of him, you would also want to be knocked up by him gladly. You never want him to stop fucking you, it’s already addicting.

The squelching sound of wet, long slides can be heard, slick and completely wrecked. His tip kissing your g-spot, filling you up so well. You throw your head back as the pleasure becomes unbearable that you push your hands on the cushions behind his head, not know what to do with them anymore. He takes your arm and lock them behind your back, holding them there as he uses them to bring you back and pushes you on his cock every time he thrust into you.

“You feel so fucking good.” He moans, watching your screwed up face as it contorts in pure pleasure just by his cock. You dig your nails into him from the overwhelming feeling in your belly, unable to hold back the moans coming out of your mouth.

He strokes are faster now, more consistent and with much force, your tits bounce with every stride. He looks at you, maintaining eyes contact, witnessing every shift in your features, “You look so beautiful like this.” He kisses your lips, tongue protruding your mouth, making your moan into his mouth, “Gonna make you cum with my cock just like I did with my tongue,” then he thrusts back, the contrast between his sweet gesture and filthy words makes your roll you eyes.

“Gonna make you ride my face next time;” You pulse around his cock, hard. The image he made in your head just by his words makes you whine, “Would you like that, baby? Hmm? Do you want that?”

You nod desperately, “Yes, yes, I would love that.” He thrusts back with a groan upon hearing you. You’re a whimpering mess. Every thrust has your clit rubbing against his public bone, escalating your euphoria.

He groans when you clench around him again, shudders from how good you’re making him feels. He slows his movement a bit then pushes back even with harder and rougher, “Fuck, taking me so well, baby.” Pounding harder into you with each word, “You’re a good, such a fucking good girl.” Slapping sound of his hips meeting yours resonate around the spacious living room, you pussy tightening around him impossibly hard. He can feel you’re close.

“Yeah, you’re gonna come for me?” your eyes are close and your mouth is falling open the closer you get to your release.

“C’mon, Ask me if you can cum like a good girl you are.” you shudder upon hearing another name falling from his mouth. His own movement getting sloppy before he controls it.

You looks down at him with fucked up expression on your face. He is already looking at you dizzily, eyes half lidded and dark. You let him take the full control, knowing he knows what he is doing and definitely knows how to give you pleasure, you agree on whatever wants at the moment.

“Please, please make me cum,” your whole body shakes violently as you turn your face away from him, unable to hold the intense stare of his, “Can I cum? Please.” You mewl.

He grabs your face and turn it back towards him, making you look at him, “Yeah, cum for me. Lemme see how good you look when you cum for me.” Your moans are pornographic now, squirming and twisting under his touch. He hand keeps a hold onto you as his brutal pace never ceasing and soon you’re falling apart on his cock, creaming all as you close your eyes. He watches you, how you ruin his cock making it wet with your slick, the way your hands goes to grab and pull on the cushions behind his head, having no idea what to do with them. He watches it all with patience.

His thrusts slow down but never stops, He kisses you deep, and you can feel the smile in his kiss. You looks so serene after coming down from your high, panting softly, “You did well.”

His praise makes you red all over your face, you trying to turn your face away from him again but he stops you, holding you by your jaw, “Keep looking at me when cum inside your pussy, hmm?”

It's not entirely true because he is wearing condom, but the mere image of it makes you clench around him even though you’ve just cum. He knows what he is doing when he said that.

You oblige him again, and keep your eyes on him. It’s as if the realization of you obeying his every words makes him go feral. His hands settles on your hips almost painfully. Digging into your skin, bruising you as he thrusts back up making you almost lose your balance. Tits bouncing over his face and your whole bodies jerks upwards, he looks down at the area where your body meets. Watching intently how your little pussy is getting batter up by his cock.

Again, not knowing what to do with your hands, you place them on his chest and brush over his nipples and watch him gasp from that. You repeat the movement again, “Yes, keep doing that.” His voice shaky as he breaths into your mouth, “Touch me, baby.”

You do exactly that, even pinching a little. His moans become shameless as his hips shutters, bucking up at you sloppily as he grabs your ponytail and tug on it making your head fall back, his eyes shut, “Fuck, gonna cum.”

You never seen someone looking so pretty when they cum. He lets go of the painful grip on your hair as soon as his orgasm hits him. His face flushed, mouth wide open and obscene sounds come out of his mouth like melody, hands still gripping your hips as his chest heaves and whole body tenses underneath you. He presses into you as far as he can go, choking out a soft “coming” and moans out your name. You rolls your eyes upon hearing your name from his mouth.

You walls contract as you feel your self coming closer to another orgasm. He keeps his hips moving as his hand moves back to your swollen clit, rubbing it in tiny circles while he settled between slow strokes and grinding inside you. You cum the third time, little moans leaving your mouth as you whimper in his hold, brows scrunch from oversensitivity.

His eyes looks lost, dark and hooded while still trembling a little. He brushes some of the hair out of your face and looks at you in awe. You’re still panting, eyes closed when he places his hand on your jaw and give the sweetest kiss on your lips. You hum as you wrap your arms around his neck, moving them down his body to cherish it.

He lays you down besides him and pull off the condom, tying it before throwing it in the nearest bin. Coming back to you, he lays next to you still not believing what you two have just done.

Your gaze falls on his hand where you scratched it before without noticing it. Grabbing his hand in your hold, you said, “ ‘m sorry about this,” before you mumble out more apologies, he kisses you on your forehead then looks into your eyes, “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt anyways. Besides you were focused on other things as you should be.” You smirks at you and you rolls your eyes at him, laughing along with him.

“Still wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah, sure!”

“You weren’t really here to watch movie with me, were you?” he quirk a brow at you, soft smile lingering on his face.

Your face looks embarrassed when you scoff playfully and say, “Huh? What are you talking about?” behaving clueless and bringing the faux innocence back.

“Oh, don’t act innocent now. Can’t believe you successfully seduced me,” he sigh, “You make me go crazy for real.”

“Okay, I’ll take that as a compliment.” You rise your shoulder in a comical way, a sassy move of yours you often do. He laughs at your adorable ministrations, taking in your little habits. He aims to learn a bit more about you by tomorrow, wanting to witness your smile when you’re happy. He doesn’t know why he feels that way, but he acknowledges that his heart desires it.

“By the way, how old are you?” Your random question makes him burst out of laughter, throwing his head back. You adore his laugh.

Shaking his head, he said, “How about I answer that while we take a shower?” He still holds a gentle smile on his face but the way he quirks up his brow gives the hint of incoming activities of the rest of your night.

Important note:- what do you think about if I turn this into a series? I mean, at first I thought it'll be an oneshot but then I reconsidering my decision and now I'm confused🙃 I need your help on this matter so lmk!

Omg I didn't expected the ending tho mind-blowing

Hey can you write a jk fic about a world where people can't express anything like they can't laugh,cry or feel any type of emotions and they don't know about these and then jk feels something after seeing oc like that ...

Actually I don't know how to tell you 😭😭

Since there's not really a lot to go off of, I just did what I could with what you gave me 😅 hopefully its similar to what you were intending to say 🫶🏽

Cosmic Balance

Every universal realm has a positive and negative - good or bad. Jungkook manages to cross the portal from his dystopian world to your utopian one and decides that he'd do anything to stay with you.

Word Count: 8.786

Warning: dystopian world, sex-work/brothel, protected/unprotected sex, mentions of cheating, kissing, virtual reality sex, nipple sucking, oral sex, riding, creampie, slight dirty talk, fingering,

Alternate Universe

“Just try it…” is all Jungkook can hear in his mind. His eyes flash to the large digital clock flashing outside his window - he was supposed to be asleep now, as was everyone in his world. “It’s a portal to a whole different world. Just make sure you’re back by 6 am.”

Jungkook’s hands tremble as he grasps the cover on his mirror. It’s one - of many - forbidden rules, completely unforgivable. He never questioned why all reflected areas should be covered as night came, but then again, it was a question that should never be answered.

Jungkook’s world is dark and dull - gray. He was raised upon these rules - he and millions of others. There were rules that were meant to be followed and going against them meant dire consequences - death always an option. 

Jungkook removes the cover quickly and swallows the lump in his throat. He stares at his reflection - the terrified look in his eyes and his heaving chest. He licks his lips, the thought of his breaking a forbidden rule has the hairs on his skin rising.

Jungkook looks closer at his reflection, his finger reaching out to touch. There’s a rippling effect in the reflection that when Jungkook touches, he visibly is horrified when his hand falls through the mirror.

Jungkook snatches himself away from the mirror and quickly covers the mirror with the cover once more. He falls onto his bed, heart thumping that they were right - his friends were correct. There was a whole different world besides the one he’s in now and the thought scares him.

Jungkook often wished that there was a different world he could live in. A world where there weren't strict rules for being excited - he could laugh freely in public when something was funny and not risk being arrested and fined.

Was there truly a world that allowed their people to be free - where the atmosphere was carefree and loving. Did the other world allow their people to laugh, smile - even cry - in public and not the confines of their own room. Did the other people only arrest those who were actually committing heinous crimes, and not because they were a minute late on curfew?

Did the other world allow their people to love and marry whoever they wanted? Jungkook thinks how in a few years at the age of 28 he would be married to whoever his government chose - based on status - and he would be expected to have a child no later than a year. Women who couldn’t bear children would be forced to be alone and provide for themselves. They were encouraged to be whores and work in brothels - “it’s not like you could bear a child anyways” is the harsh words the government would speak to them.

Men would oftentimes be ridiculed, losing job opportunities and their status in life lowering. 

Jungkook thinks how his life would be if he was in another world where he could love who he wants to and not who he was chosen to.

It’s what Jungkook thinks when he sees you, the same work attire as his. You were soon destined to marry someone else just like he was and he knows that he could never have you. There was always a possibility that you would be chosen for him - but Jungkook doesn’t allow himself to think about it. He isn’t an idiot and he understands that you were going to be taken away by some other man and married - and you’d have that man’s child instead.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s for a moment and he glances away. He was staring again, he thinks. You’re a smart woman and you know how he feels for you and understands that he could never act upon them. You weren’t a barren woman - and a relationship - sexual or not - prior to marriage to an unbarren woman is one of many forbidden rules.

“Still looking at Y/N?” 

The seat beside Jungkook is taken by Taehyung. His friend opens the laptop and begins to type, continuing his work. He speaks in a low tone to not disturb the peace - doing so could lead to arrest.

“She could report you for harassment.” 

You could, Jungkook thinks. Women have reported men for harassment all the time - harrassment being even glancing their way if they didn’t appreciate the act. 

You could, but you never did.

“Have you gone to the brothel? Maybe you need to let off some steam.” Taehyung glances his way a bit, his typing not ceasing. “Staring at her isn’t going to make things easier.”

Jungkook doesn’t respond - because he knows Taehyung is correct. The last thing he did want was for you to report him for harassment. He could go to the brothel, sure, but there was no real connection there. He could fuck for as long as he desired, but there was no true connection to the women he was fucking nor did he ever know what these women looked like as their upper and lower body are separated. 

Sex shouldn’t be so quick nor easy - so one sided. Jungkook wants to know did these women feel the same as he did - even if it was a quick high. Did they enjoy the way he fucked them or did they want him to be slower - or faster, go deeper. 

“There you go,” Taehyung murmurs, his fingers typing fast. “in your head again. Did you do as we told you?”

Jungkook sends a e-document and shakes his head. “Freaked out.” he murmurs. 

Taehyung snorts quietly. “I knew you would.”

Jungkook sighs. “It isn’t that easy.”

“How so? You walk through the mirror during an in-between and make sure you’re back on time.” Taehyung shrugs. He glances at you for a moment, noticing how your eyes are upon them - mainly Jungkook. You appear to be surprised that Taehyung catches you and quickly, you turn away. 

“What are you afraid of?” Taehyung murmurs.

What was he afraid of?

There was a lot to be afraid of. He had never broken a forbidden rule before - uncovering a mirror after hours  was an unforgivable one, and now he understood why. There was a whole different universe out there that was seemingly different than his own - he wouldn’t know how to navigate it. His friends had told him stories that appeared to be just that, stories. Something fictional and unbelievable. 

Jungkook was afraid that if he went to this world, that he’d never want to return to his own.

Jungkook is disgusted with himself - disgusted in how he finds himself in the brothel.

Not only Jungkook - but many unmarried men starting at the age of 21-27. This was the only place where it didn’t matter how loud you were. You could scream, yell, curse - hell, cry. You can display any type of emotion inside the brothel.

The brothel had color and life to it - not the sad beige and gray of the outside world. It appeared to be like a dream - was this what the other world was like? Colorful? Cherry? Maybe that’s why his friend visited at night. It was like a vacation away from the reality in which they lived.

“Kook!”

As arm wraps around Jungkook’s shoulders. 

“Not surprised to see you here after the way you acted at work.” Taehyung says loudly, his natural state booming inside of the brothel. “You’re late. We have to all be gone in an hour.”

Jungkook knows this - he never intended on coming until the last minute. It feels like he’s doing the walk of shame coming inside the brothel, but no one cares. All of these men inside of here were looking to get away; to let off steam from the world they lived in.

“You look depressed.” Taehyung snorts. “You know we don’t judge here.”

“Exactly, Kook.” Jimin places a hand on his shoulder, seemingly appearing from thin air. “I think you should try virtual reality.”

Jungkook scoffs. “It’s bad enough I’m in here.” he murmurs.

“Tae told me the way you were looking at Y/N.”

Of course Taehyung did.

“She’s a fertile woman. Meaning she will be married off to whoever the government chooses as would you.”

Jimin was never the one to sugar coat anything. Jungkook could only respect it.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t pretend.” Taehyung slaps Jungkook's back. “I’ll pay for it.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “That’ll be expensive.” he says with a shake of his head.

Casual sex was free and paid by the government. At first it’s weird - surrounded by men who were all taking turns on fucking multiple girls in the wall that you couldn’t see. But after a while it got easier and Jungkook only was there to cum and go.

Virtual Reality, however, was not free. It costs to have a private room, a girl and the virtual contact lenses to alter reality. You could choose whatever reality you desired for a price - and Jungkook already felt shitty enough about coming here.

“You’re never going to have Y/N unless fate is on your side.” Jimin says. “And fate is on no one side in our world.”

Meaning, Jungkook had to give up on having you chosen as his partner; an act he already gave up on. 

“But just for an hour, you can pretend to be with her. It’ll feel good. I promise.”

Taehyung’s words ring through his ears. He’s done this before, Jungkook thinks. He only has a few months left until he’s set to be married, the woman he once wanted far from his reach.

“Okay.” Jungkook murmurs sullenly.

Jungkook is disgusted with himself already - and even more so. But he was a man and he couldn’t hide what desires he had for you.

All the desires he did have for you were taken out on the woman who’s name or face he did not know - he moaned for you. He called you pretty and beautiful and in his mind, he was fucking you.

Jungkook likes to think that in another world, he and you could be together. That you and he could talk freely without others speculating he was harassing you - a fertile unwed woman. But as of right now, he would pretend he was fucking you and not another woman in the brothel during virtual reality.

Jungkook’s eyes watch the way your face contort with pleasure as he fucks deep into you. There was only an hour until he had to leave and he took full advantage of it. He isn’t sure how many times he came, filling the condom he wore completely - but he never wants to stop. 

Jungkook doesn’t want this reality with you to end - even deep down he knows that this wasn’t real. Those weren’t your moans nor was it your reaction to him but it’s what he has to deal with to feel closer to you.

“Ah, look at you.” Jimin smirks as he eyes Jungkook exiting the room. His eyes are slightly red due to having to remove the contact lenses. “Feel better?”

No, Jungkook thinks, but he only nods his head. 

 “What are you afraid of?”

Jungkook places a hand towards the mirror, his eyes widening as it begins to go through just as it did the night prior. He has to coach himself to do it - this was okay. He could do it - he could make it through the portal just fine.

As long as he was back before 6 am, he was good. No one would have to know that he was committing a crime that could be punishable by death. 

The portal sucks him in completely - it’s dark and cold. Jungkook’s mind races and he opens his mouth to scream, but he can’t. The feeling is as if he’s jumped from a high surface, gravity completely taking a toll on him.

Jungkook falls onto the ground with a thud, his hands not able to catch himself. He releases a low groan at the impact he’s faced crashing to the floor. He grumbles and pushes himself off of the ground. 

Jungkook’s eyes open and it’s then he realizes that he isn’t where he should be. This isn’t his room - even if it was nearly identical. The room had personality - not like the dull one he had back in his world. The ceiling was just as high as his back in his world but the bed is larger. He notices that the headboard - block - has a strange glow behind it and beneath the bed. It glows multiple colors that Jungkook finds fascinating. The large window - where outside displays a large digital clock for not only him, but for the surrounding homes to see - is covered by a long, dark curtain, blocking out the outside world. The closet is on the far right of the room and Jungkook’s curiosity peaks - his world, clothes weren’t expressive. They were bland and more of a uniform that most citizens wore.

Jungkook gasps, having strolled towards the closet and opened it. Even the clothes in this world had personality - different colors and textures. Long, short, tight or loose - it amazes him how people in this world could express themselves freely. 

“Does your girlfriend know you have me here?” a voice sounds from right outside the door that Jungkook leaps into the closet and hides, only sliding the door close a bit to see.

Jungkook is flabbergasted upon seeing himself - or, this new world version of him. Did this man have the same name as him, or was it just a look alike?

“Y/N’s not going to be here tonight.” Jungkook hears his voice and he stiffens. “She’s out with her friends.”

Y/N.

You.

You were in this universe, too. 

You and him - could Jungkook call this different version of this man “him”? Regardless, you and he were together.

You were his girlfriend in this universe.

And he was cheating on you - Jungkook wants to faint at the revelation alone that in this universe he had you. He had you - the person he wanted. There were no rules on sex outside of brothels here - nor did it appear that a government was controlling every aspect of life.

Jungkook had you in this universe - and he was cheating on you.

Jungkook couldn’t stay here any longer and watch himself be with another girl. He wouldn’t notice himself creeping out of the room - it's dimly lit and the only lights are that of the changing colorful ones. He’s slow with opening the door and closing it discreetly behind him.

The rest of the home is just as amazing as the bedroom - full of this version of him. There’s artwork displayed on the walls that catches Jungkook's eyes, but he doesn’t have the time to stop and appreciate it like he wants to because something else catches his eye. It’s in the hallway as he’s walking by.

A picture of you and him - together. You were smiling, arms wrapped firmly around him, your cheek pressed against his own. You looked beautiful; happy. He did, as well.

Jungkook touches the picture - were you different in this universe? Is this why he was cheating on you? There had to be a reason as to why this version of him would go against everything he wanted for one night with a woman when all he wanted was you.

Jungkook hears a muffled voice and his head snaps down the hall where his front door would be. He contemplates running, but he doesn’t. The door opens and his heart stops.

“Kookie.” you tilt your head and offer him a smile and then a confused look. “You’re still up?”

Jungkook doesn’t know what to say and it’s like his breath was taken away. You’re in front of him - you’re speaking to him.

You called him Kookie.

Your clothes are something he’d never see you wear in his world. Your dress is dark and tightly fitted and it shows a great amount of cleavage. Your skin looks so smooth and soft and his hands tremble to feel it beneath his palm.

“Are you okay?” you take a step forward, your heels clicking against the floor. You reach out to touch his forehead and Jungkook knows now that he isn’t okay. “You don’t feel hot-”

“Y/N.” Jungkook says, and this is his moment. He touches your face fondly, thumb pressing itself against your lips. 

You snicker. “What’s gotten into you?” you ask. “I know I said I would be out all night but I wanted to come home to you.”

Jungkook releases a shaky breath at your words. You wanted to come home to him - but not him, your version of him. The same Jungkook that was cheating on you now and expecting not to see you.

Jungkook doesn’t want that for you - even if this was his last time seeing you in this world. He doesn’t want to be the reason for your pain. “Let’s go out together.”

“Together?” you knit your brows. “Dressed like that?”

Jungkook looks down at his own attire - basic black t-shirt and jeans that would only be acceptable for him to wear at home back in his world - but maybe in this one it was exactly that; basic. 

“I just want to be with you.” Jungkook murmurs truthfully and you smile - a bright smile that causes his heart to sink. He would have to go home eventually, and he wouldn’t be able to see it anymore. 

“Okay.” you nod slowly, taking his hand in yours. “You hungry? We can go to Late Night Slice.”

Jungkook is shocked to see how crowded the streets are. Back in his world, no one was allowed outside past 9 pm. Even during the day, citizens had to walk in a straight line, no more than three people standing side by side. 

It was past curfew but yet here everyone was. People were laughing, littering the streets without a care in the world. There was a melodic tune playing, something he’s never heard before. 

“You act like you’ve never heard music before.”

You say it as though you can read him, Jungkook thinks.  “Music…” he murmurs, trailing off. 

There wasn’t any music where Jungkook was from, and now he’s realizing that his world was Hell compared to this. It was night time but yet, everything was so bright. The laughter from everyone surrounding them, the music - the atmosphere in general. 

Jungkook feels his skin erupt with goosebumps.

“Come,” you yank him lightly to get his attention and you fully have it. You take him to a small shop where only a few people were inside. The smell makes Jungkook’s stomach rumble and his mouth salivate. “I ordered ahead already, so it should be done.”

Order ahead? Jungkook wants to ask what you meant, but he doesn’t want to appear any more dumb than he was when it came to you and this world.

“I can take that.” Jungkook says as you go to grab a large tray of pizza - it smells as delicious as it looks and Jungkook cannot fathom how someone can be open and cook amazingly this late at night. 

“I’ll go get our drinks.” you smile at him brightly that it nearly causes Jungkook to drop the tray of food. “Go find us a table, okay?”

“Yes.” Jungkook nods, licking his lips. He wants to hurt himself - not really. Hurt this version of him. As you and he sit here and eat as a couple, he was cheating on you with another woman - one not worthy of his attention. 

Jungkook finds a table farther from everyone else and sits down, placing the tray of pizza onto the table. He watches from afar as you come back with two drinks in your hands and his lifts form into a small smile.

“What’s funny?” you ask him as you sit down across from him, placing the drink in front of him. 

“I’m not laughing.” Jungkook knits his brows. “You just look very beautiful.”

Jungkooks cheeks are red as he speaks.

You’re taken aback by the compliment. “Ah, really?” you snort. “You only ever call me beautiful when you’re fucking me.”

Jungkook’s throat tightens at your words and his breath hitches. You can speak so freely in this world, he thinks. There doesn’t need to be a hidden conversation of whispers or hushed murmurs. “I-I…” he doesn’t know what to say. On one hand, the thought of him being with you outside of virtual reality has him excited - but the other part of him finds this version of himself highly selfish. He cannot think about only calling you beautiful when he is intimate with you - especially in a world in which he doesn’t have to hide his love. “...You’re very beautiful to me, Y/N. Even outside of…sex.”

You blink a few times, watching Jungkook intently. Slowly, you begin to smile. “Thank you.” you say softly. “I think you’re beautiful, as well, Kookie.” you say teasingly. “Now let’s eat!”

Jungkook never wants to go back to his world. He doesn’t want to leave you behind with the version of him that doesn’t love you. You and he eat and it mainly consists of you talking to him while he listens closely - he isn’t sure of what you are talking about. He isn’t from a world where “clubs” or “bars” are normal - but they seem fun. 

Jungkook takes a sip of the drink you gave him and he immediately coughs. 

“Kookie? You okay?” you rush to place a napkin in his hands.

“W-What is this?” Jungkook smells the clear drink and his eyes widen as it begins to fizzle.

“Sprite…?” you tilt your head. “Does it taste funny?”

Funny wasn’t the word - it tasted strong. He hasn’t tasted anything like this before, the taste feels as if it’s stabbing against his taste buds and fighting against his throat.

It was a weird taste that Jungkook liked.

Jungkook begins to chug the rest of the drink entirely, his body shuddering at the amazing taste. It brings a rush through him.

You watch wide eyed as Jungkook slams the cup down against the table and burp. He places a hand over his mouth at his crude actions. “Excuse-”

“You’re so cute, Kookie!” you laugh at his actions, a sweet melodic laugh that he wants to hear for the rest of his life.

Jungkook finds himself never wanting to leave you, but needing to each time he’s visited and coincidentally managing to not come face to face with himself while doing so.

The first time he had to go through the portal, there was a longing feeling holding him back - the euphoric sense that this new world was better. It was colorful and full of life - returning back to his world left him with deep sorrow. He was coming down from a serotonin high and he realized that each time he did so, he was growing more and more depressed.

But Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to care. He would go through the drop of serotonin if it meant he could see you every night - and each night he did. He would visit you, somehow managing to avoid himself, and have an amazing time with you in this Utopian world. Each night was something different - you took him to midnight festivals that played “music” - an amazing tune with people singing and dancing and it’s something you forced him to do with you.

And Jungkook loved it - he adored dancing with you. He enjoyed being carefree and not feeling judgmental eyes upon him. He tried different foods that his world would never allow, drinks that caused his taste buds to go crazy and such sweet snacks that at times would cause his teeth to hurt.

This utopian world was amazing and each time he would return home, he hated it. He was exhausted from the lack of sleep but wouldn’t stop from returning the next night because it was worth it to get away from his world and to see you.

On his 12th day of returning to the Utopian world, Jungkook isn’t alone. He hears screaming coming from further into the home. He ventures outside of the room stealthy to see what’s wrong - mainly because he hears your voice. It’s strained and filled with pain - as is your appearance when his eyes catch you. His heart drops when his eyes catch your face - you’re crying, a black streak streaming down your cheeks. It’s makeup he now knows, having watched you put on the products and astonished when it enhances your beauty even more.

“Where are you planning on going, Y/N?” Jungkook hears his voice say, his tone far too aggressive for his liking. “You live here. With me.”

“You had another woman in the same bed that I sleep in Jungkook.”

Jungkook sighs to himself, his heart falling once more. It was a matter of time until you found out, he thinks. It wasn’t something he wanted to happen for you - you were someone he loved, even if he wasn’t from this world. He wanted you to be happy and live an amazing life, even if it wasn’t with him but with the version of him that didn’t deserve you.

Jungkook watches you push him away with a huff when he tries to bring you closer to him.

“Fine.” Jungkook then shrugs with a scoff. “I’m leaving. If you want to pack everything and leave then you can. But I’m not forcing you to go.”

You snicker with a shake of your head at the audacity of Jungkook.

“You’re going to throw everything away because of one mistake?”

“Was it only once?” you ask him with folded arms. You’re waiting for him to respond to the question you know the answer to already. “Your silence tells me everything I need to know.”

You feel Jungkook’s eyes watch you storm away. He bites back a remark and instead decides to let you cool off. You weren’t going to leave him - where would you even go? You didn’t have anyone but him.

Jungkook watches himself leave out the front door, slamming it behind him as you’re making your way towards the bedroom. Jungkook saunters back inside the bedroom and hides inside the closet, a sense of deja vu coming through him.

You slam through the door and fall onto the large bed. You’re crying again and the sound makes Jungkook want to hurt this world's version of him.

An affair wasn’t allowed in his world and it’s a punishable offense. Of course, very few men loved their wives that they’re set upon and vice versa. Only few come to love one another - but it’s rare. He had to look at his own parents as evidence of this. As he and you would walk the busy streets the past weeks, he noticed people of all ages and genders together - two older couples sitting side by side enjoying one another's company. Two men holding one another while taking pictures - it’s nice to see and experience.

This version of Jungkook didn’t deserve you or this world, he thinks - he took it for granted.

“Y/N.”

You flinch at the sound of Jungkook’s voice. Your eyes widen at him, not hearing him come in. “W-Why are you in the closet?”

Jungkook swallows.

“And when did you change…?” your words trail off, hands wiping your tears.

“I’m sorry that he hurt you.” Jungkook murmurs, his tone lowering. His eyes are sad, you note, sad for you. He comes closer, his demeanor soft unlike the cocky and narcissistic one of that prior.

You stand to your feet and tilt your head, your eyes focusing on his face. “You just got a piercing earlier.” you murmur, more to yourself than to Jungkook. “Where did it go?”

Jungkook stiffens when he feels your fingers on his lips. His hand reaches up to touch yours on his face and he sighs. “I hate the way he treats you, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Your head is spinning at Jungkook’s choice of words. You’re confused at how he’s wording everything - as if he’s a third person in this situation.

“Kookie…?”

Jungkook kisses your fingers then your hand. “I wish I could stay here with you. Forever.”

You aren’t sure how to feel, your emotions are spiraling. Jungkook speaks as if everything that went down between the two of you hasn’t happened - and your mind is beginning to fog; contemplating if it did or not.

“I’m not from here, Y/N.” Jungkook speaks once more, lowering your hand to your side and entangling his fingers with yours. “I wish I was so I could treat you better than him. I wouldn’t take you or this world for granted.”

You don’t speak, unable on what to say in response. You aren’t crying anymore, your cheeks stained with tears and puffy.

Jungkook tugs you deeper into the room and towards the mirror by the closet. You’re unsure what’s going on and where he’s getting at.

Jungkook’s sure he might regret this - that you would be freaked out to the point that you wouldn’t want to talk with him anymore, but he had to show you.

Jungkook stops in front of the mirror and turns towards you. He lifts your hand that’s holding his and slowly, brings it towards the mirror.

Your eyes widen in shock when your hand sinks into the mirror, a cold, windy feeling causing your hand to tremble.

“J-Jungkook-”

“I’m from a different world. I was just as scared as you are right now.” Jungkook says, bringing your hand out of the mirror and letting it go. His hands grasp your face. “I came here and everything's so…euphoric. It’s nice that everyone is accepting. There’s no strict rules enforced by the government to control you all.”

Jungkook’s thumb rubs along your lips.

“You…in my world you and I can never be together. Not unless the Government allowed it and I’m positive they aren’t. You are free to be in love with whoever you want here, Y/N. And I’m sorry this version of me is taking you for granted.”

Your heart is beating at an alarming rate. Your eyes are wide with shock at his words.

This Jungkook was not your Jungkook - not the man who cheated on you and left without as much as acknowledging your feelings. This Jungkook came from a different world - and as unbelievable as it sounded, it was true.

“Why can’t we be together?” you murmur, still unsure if this was reality or a dream - everything felt real at this point.

“The Government chooses who we marry based on ranking and status.” Jungkook explains. “You’re a woman who can bear children, so you’ll be married to someone of their choosing.”

Your eyebrows knit. “Why does it matter if I can bear children or not?”

Jungkook smiles sadly at you. “Barren women cannot be married.” He recalls wishing that you and he were both barren, then maybe the Government would see the two of you as useless and allow him to marry you - but life wasn’t that cruel to either of you.

“It must be a cruel world.” you murmur, and Jungkook agrees. “How long have you…”

Jungkook knows what you’re speaking of. “Close to two weeks. I’ve been coming to you every night.”

Your eyes widened and now, everything made sense. How Jungkook - well, not the one before you, but the other one - would be confused about the night prior, but you’d just thought he was either faking or too tired to. But no, you and this Jungkook from a different world were the one spending it together.

This is why the connection between the two of you suddenly has changed. It became bearable to be around Jungkook. He smiled and laughed more. He was willing to hold your hand wherever the two of you went and would sneak kisses at random times. He took more pictures with you and appeared overall happier than before.

But it wasn’t the Jungkook you know - it was a different version of him.

You snicker, your eyes swelling with tears.

Jungkook shakes his head. “I-I’m sorry for taking advantage of you, Y/N. Please don’t cry-”

You hand your head. “I’m not upset with you, Jungkook.” you say, blinking away the tears that are forming. “I’m upset that you and I can never be together because you aren’t from this world.”

Jungkook’s chest tightens at your words.

“And I…I can’t go to your world, either.” You didn’t want to, Jungkook thinks. He doesn’t want to see your demeanor and personality change if you went to a world so different from this one.

“I’m sorry-”

Jungkook is interrupted suddenly by your lips on his. He’s taken aback by your sudden actions, but he doesn’t push you awake.

“If there’s a world,” you remove your lips from his for a moment. “that is an alternate realm where you and I are in, that means…he can’t die.”

Jungkook isn’t sure where you’re getting at.

“Jungkook can’t die because then you’ll die.” you say, your hand caressing Jungkook’s cheek. “I-I don’t think you and he can be in the same world, either. It would probably cause some type of unbalance.”

Jungkook nods. “The in between opens at 12. I make sure I’m back before 6.”

You nod slowly.

“I want you to stay with me, Jungkook.” you murmur to him, as if it was a secret that only he can hear. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

Jungkook nods his head, doe-like eyes widening. “I do,” he admits. “but I don’t think-”

“SShh,” you peck him on his lips once more and Jungkook melts into the kiss. “we have a few hours before we can figure out what to do. I just want you to stay with me.”

Jungkook nods.

Kissing you had to be his favorite thing to do. And touching you, feeling your smooth skin against his palm.

Your back hits against the bed, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. This Jungkook was different from the one you’ve known. He was gentle and kind. He cared for your feelings and truly wanted what was best for you.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.” Jungkook manages to push himself away from you just as your hand dips underneath his pants. “You’re already hurting from what he’s done to you.”

“You aren’t like him.” It’s weird to speak of a different version of himself as if it was a whole different person with a different face. “I want to be with you.”

Your hands do make their way into his pants and you proceed to grasp his hardened length. Jungkook hisses. “O-Okay.” he nods hastily with no other argument. He caves far too easily - but he’s wanted you for so long. The virtual reality he had was an embarrassing moment he wanted to forget - but now he was going to have the real thing. The real you.

“I-I want to pleasure you.” Jungkook’s cheeks are tinted as he speaks, but it’s like a dream of his. Coming from a world where pleasuring a woman (before marriage) isn’t a priority, he wants to do this - especially with you.

Jungkook kisses your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that starts to drive him wild. His hands roam your body, grasping the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs, his lips kissing down your collarbone to between your breasts.”So beautiful and all mine.”

Jungkook doesn’t want this moment to end - he wants to savor every bit of it. He wants to sit and stare at the beauty that’s your body for hours if the universe would let him.

You feel Jungkook's hand dip behind your back to unclasp your bra. It’s left discarded, his hands roaming your back entirely. He shudders.

“You look scared.” you teased with a hushed tone. “As if you have never done this before.”

“I’m not married, so no, I have not.” Jungkook speaks. “Every man goes to the brothel but that isn’t pleasurable for the woman. I don’t even see their faces.”

You swallow, your eyes widening slightly.

“My friends often come here, too…” Jungkook begins, his hands slowly gripping your breast in the palm of his hands. “...and they told me how free it was here. What they’d do when they were pleasuring women here.”

Jungkook’s friends - you ponder if it’s the same friends in his world that Jungkook has in this one.

“And I want to try it.”

You yelp when you feel Jungkook’s mouth wrap a nipple into his mouth entirely, suckling as if his life depended on it. You weren’t complaining, enjoying just how needy Jungkook appeared. Jungkook groans in your breast, his free hand gripping your breast entirely while he sucks on the other. He’s unsure why he appears so stuck on your breast - or why he enjoys doing so. They didn’t have a particular taste to them - it only tasted like skin.

Jungkook’s positive that it’s your reaction to him doing so. Your moans - so sweet and velvety. The way your legs wrap around his waist a little tighter and your hand rests on the back of his head.

There’s a string of saliva connecting your nipple to his lips when Jungkook finally comes up from them. He licks his lips, eyes dark and full of lust.

You eye Jungkook has his lips place warm kisses upon your skin, dipping down to your stomach. His hands reach your shorts, tugging them down just as he gets lower and lower.

“Y-You don’t have to do that.” you say, embarrassed when Jungkook pulls down your shorts entirely.

Jungkook looks up at you for a moment before down at your exposed underwear - purple and cotton. They were cute, he thinks, especially as he witnesses the slight wet spot directly in the middle of them.

“Why not?” Jungkook places his fingers on your clothed clit, rubbing gently.

You swallow back a moan, thighs twitching. “Y-You never have…not you but. The other Jungkook.”

Jungkook wants to shake his head. The audacity of this other version of him - if he had the chance to ravish you at every given moment, he would. He didn’t understand why this world took everything for granted - being allowed to roam the streets after 9 Pm was a luxury alone that this world provided.

“But I want to.” Jungkook hooks his fingers between your panties and pushes it aside. He licks his lips at your wet clit and he hums. “So beautiful.” he murmurs.

Jungkook lowers himself to your heat and your eyes widen - he was really going to do this. You don’t have time to react, either. His tongue pokes out of his mouth and it’s already swiping along your clit.

“S-Stop…!” you yelp, jerking at the unfamiliar feeling.

Jungkook catches your legs just as they were about to crush him. “Relax, Y/N.” he laughs gleefully. “Just let me take care of you, okay?”

You bite your lip but nod. Your legs are trembling with nerves and slight embarrassment at how close Jungkook was to your sex - vaginas couldn’t look that appealing for him to appear ready to risk it all at just a taste of it.

But to Jungkook, it was. His nails dig into the skin of your thighs as he holds you into place, his tongue flat and his head shifting from side to side.

Your stomach bubbles with tension and pleasure. You aren’t aware that something like this could feel good for you - you imagined it whenever you went down on Jungkook, but there was a difference between the two genitalia.

Now, it was like Jungkook was getting rid of an itch you never knew was there. You couldn’t contain your moans any longer, nor did he want you to. There was no pleasuring any women from the brothel and in the end, even after he came, he could never feel truly satisfied with himself.

Now, it’s different. It’s more intimate - pleasuring you the way he wants to. His demeanor changes entirely from that of the soft man she’s come to love to be around - to a man hungry for what's between her legs.

“K-Kookie!” you yelp once more at feeling fingers pierce through your entrance. Even then, he doesnt stop sucking your clit.

Jungkook hums, the vibration felt throughout your lower region. His eyes dart up at you and it causes him to groan. So beautiful, he thinks. The look of pure bliss on your face, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure shoots through you.

Jungkook leans back to watch intently at the way your pussy tightens around his fingers. He pumps in and out, your juices coating not only his fingers, but down his palm and to his wrists.

“I wish I can stay here with you forever.” Jungkook says, adding another finger to fill you even more. “I would treat you better. I would never make you cry.”

Jungkook is such a smooth talker, you think . But even so, you believed him. His eyes are much softer and even now as he’s fucking his fingers inside of you, he’s still so loving.

“Kook - shit!” Jungkook connects his lips back onto your already swollen clit and is determined to make you cum.

Your hands grip along the bedsheets, your thighs trembling. It was all too much to handle right now. Each time your hips would buck, Jungkook would just push you back down onto the mattress and plunge his fingers even deeper.

“I know you’re about to cum.” Jungkook purrs, then goes back to lapping your clit, his eyes watching your every emotion. His fingers are hitting your spot so sweetly that you can’t hold it back anymore, releasing the tension from deep inside of you with a shriek.

Jungkook’s chest is soaked entirely, but he couldn’t care any less. Instead, he removes his fingers from inside of you and licks them clean.

Your thighs are trembling even more now, your eyes closing and your chest heaving in an attempt to catch your breath.

There was no way Jungkook never done this before. Even from a different world, Jungkook had to have some similar characteristics of the other Jungkook - determined to make you cum regardless if it was never his mouth or tongue, not stopping until he had.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks you, kissing your lips gently. You tasted yourself on him.

You hum a lazy response.

“So cute.” Jungkook smiles. “Are you tired? Hungry? “ he tilts his head for a response. “I can go get those sugar things you like with the chocolate filling-“

“I want you to fuck me before we think about eating.” you sigh, tone serious. Your eyes flutter open until they’re no longer blurry.

Jungkook’s cheek flush at your words. “You don’t even look like you’re capable of-“

Jungkook’s left stunned when you manage to flip him on his back, hovering right above him. “Just needed a few seconds is all.” you say to him. “I really want to taste you, too but…I’m really impatient.”

Jungkook nods hastily as you go to remove his pants.

“I will next time. Promise.”

Jungkook isn’t upset about you not returning the favor - he didn’t expect you to. Having the opportunity to do anything with you was what he truly desired.

“Don’t we need some form of protection?” Jungkook asks when you’re hovering above him, ready to bring him into you entirely.

“I’m on birth control.” You shake your head with a giggle and Jungkook only appears more confused.

“What’s that?”

You tilt your head. “There’s no birth control in your world?”

Jungkook shakes his head slowly, trying to ponder how anyone can control something like-

Jungkook gasps, feeling you entirely. You’re so warm and wet and his mind is going crazy at feeling you entirely raw.

“The chances of getting pregnant are low when on birth control.” you explain, placing both of your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. “So it should be okay.”

Jungkook was going to take your word for it. His hands find your waist and it holds on it for support.

Your hips begin to rise and fall at a rhythmic pace, wet skin slapping against his own. Soon moans filled the room, both yours and his - and Jungkook wasn’t going to hide how good you were making him feel.

“Feel…so…good…” Jungkook huffs with each bounce on his cock. His eyes fight to focus on something for longer than a few seconds, but he can’t. Your breast bounces in his face and he tries to catch a nipple but fails a few times. Your face is so beautiful, contorted with pleasure as you take him.

“Does it?”

You lean back, your palms on his thighs. Your feet are pressed firmly onto the mattress and you continue your bouncing.

Jungkook hisses, the next position allowing him to go a bit deeper in you. You knew what you were doing, knowing exactly how to pleasure him just right. Jungkook wants to harm the other version of him - how could you go elsewhere when everything he needed was right here?

Jungkook opens his eyes to look at you and he grunts all over again. Your pussy is dripping all over him, creaming his cock so lovingly. There’s a white ring around his cock, evident of how much you were loving this.

“You’re so-“

“Beautiful?” you finished the sentence for Jungkook, giggling. You clench around him and Jungkook hisses.

“It’s true. You are.”

Your heart swells at his words - they aren’t just sex words. Often he would tell you how beautiful he thought you were and of course you were smitten. You thought it was your Jungkook, not this new Jungkook from a different world.

Jungkook allows his hands to roam your naked skin, goosebumps running along his arms. He hisses with a slight shake of his head. “You’re too g-good at this.”

“So were you.” you giggle, grinding against him. “Surprised you never pleasured a girl before.”

“I learn fast.” Jungkook licks his lips, pressing a thumb against your swollen clit, satisfied when you flinch.

While Jungkook's right hand plays with your clit, his left places itself on your ass and squeezes.

Jungkook flickers his eyes up st your face to find that you’re already looking at him. He gives a slight grin - the thrust upwards.

“Fuck, s-stop!” your body flushes with heat. “I was supposed to make you cum this time!”

“You are.” Jungkook hooks both of his arms beneath your thighs and then on your hips to keep you steady. “This birth control means I can cum in you?”

You bite your lip and nod and that's all the confirmation Jungkook needs.

Jungkook begins to pound into you, his pace entirely alarming and there's no build up to it. All he knows is that he’s wanted you for as long as he could remember and in this world he had you - you and whatever birth control was.

Soon the room is filled with wet squelching of your pussy being stuffed so full mixed with Jungkook’s grunts and your whimpers. Your arms wrap around Jungkook’s neck for support and this has Jungkook peppering your skin with kisses.

Jungkook doesn’t stop his pounding, not even when you're trembling and scratching along his back. He only snickers at your actions, far too enthralled in this moment that he doesn’t care what pain you might cause him.

“I-I don’t think-“

“Sshhh,” Jungkook presses his lips on yours to silence your whining. His teeth clap on your bottom lip, tugging slightly. “I know you can take it, baby.”

You came - an embarrassing moment for you. You didn’t hold in the shriek as you do so and it was entirely Jungkook’s fault - his insane stamina, his soft kisses on your skin and the dark whisper of a pet name.

Jungkook groans, your cum dripping out of you and onto him entirely. He could never get enough of you and each thrust has him hating the version of him that left you here crying.

“Gonna cum,” Jungkook huffs, kissing your face entirely. Your eyes are closed tightly and a few whimpers are releasing from your lips due to the overstimulation.

You clench around him as tight as you could to get Jungkook to cum and it works. A few sloppy thrusts and a deep moan later, Jungkook’s cumming deep inside of you - a wave of emotion shudders through his body.

You fall limp against Jungkook while your eyes flutter close. “So tired.” you murmur.

Jungkook places a kiss upon your forehead. “You don’t want those sugar things with the filling?”

You grumble, “It sounds like you want them.”

Jungkook does.

“I’ll put an order for them to be delivered.” you lift yourself and sigh. “How about you just take my phone and go get it? You remember the way?”

Jungkook nods his head and soon, you’re sleeping soundly on the bed.

Jungkook licks his lips as he gets dressed. Currency was different in your world. Though he worked, there was only a certain amount he could ever earn from his job, the rest went towards whatever the Government saw fit - funding the brothel and new technology to advance the world. Even being able to go somewhere and eat was a luxury - it was something the Government also controlled; when and how they got their food.

Jungkook opens the door to the room and stops dead in his tracks.

Jungkook blinks at the familiar face of himself. There’s a piercing on his eyebrow and lip and it causes Jungkook to tilt his head at it.

“What the fuck-“

Jungkook reacts entirely too fast, even before his mind can think of what to do. He watches as the version of himself falls back and holds his nose, blood pooling from his hand.

“You don’t belong here.” Jungkook murmurs , his voice dangerously low. “You don’t deserve her.”

Jungkook is surprised that you don’t awake - maybe you were that exhausted. He doesn’t stop punching until the version of him is unconscious and he’s covered in an alarming amount of blood.

Jungkook huffs. He grabs the versions of him arms and begins to drag him inside the room. He glances at your sleeping figure and feels an emotion go through him. He wants to love you the way you deserve - to care for you like he should be able to.

And with this Jungkook here, he never could.

Jungkook pushes towards the mirror, the ripple effect telling him that there was still time.

There’s a moan - he was waking up. Jungkook curses mentally to himself and pushes as hard as he could to this world’s Jungkook until he’s fully through the mirror.

Now, all he had to do was wait until it was time for the portal to be closed.

Jungkook’s eyes open, shooting straight up. His eyes look around his surroundings - where the fuck was he?

This wasn’t his room - no, it couldn’t be. It was so dull, dark. Plain - where were the lights he had on his bed? Where were the mirrors he placed up?

Jungkook’s eyes the large window outside, noticing that lights were peaking through. There was a digital clock flashing red numbers. He shakes his head. “What the hell…?”

Jungkook turns towards the mirror in front of him, eyes wide as it begins to crack. He shields himself with his hands as mirror pieces begin to fly on him suddenly, the mirror breaking out of thin air.

Jungkook releases a deep breath, hammer in hand. His chest heaves, the mirror shards surrounding him entirely.

“Kookie?!”

You run inside the room, head flailing around to see what the commotion was. “How did the mirror…” your eyes glance down to the hammer in Jungkook’s hands.

It was now 6 A.M, Jungkook notes, and it was time for his world to wake and go on with their lives - without him.

“I thought you said you were gonna go shower?” Jungkook drops the hammer and turns towards you. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”

You sigh, shoulders relaxing. “It’s okay.” you say. “Is…is the portal gone?”

Jungkook nods his head, for now at least. He’s positive there was a way for him to return through a different mirror - but he had no intentions to. As long as the Utopian world Jungkook didn’t know how to return, he was satisfied.

“Good.” you smile at Jungkook, a genuine smile that warms his heart.

Good - it was good. Now Jungkook could have you like he always has - no strict rules, no Government forcing him to marry a woman he didn’t want.

Just you and him - you & this Jungkook - forever.

@seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @babycandy111

JUST JUNGKOOK WORKING OUT

teeth. ☆ j.jk

⋆ TAGS — ghostface!jk, breaking in, TW: non-con to dub-con (oc does NOT consent verbally even if she does participate hence the dub-con), brief knife play, cunnilingus, degradation, misogyny(?), objectification, blow jobs, brief face/skull fucking, fuckin in the woods, unprotected sex, nasty talk by jk, possessive!jk, hints of kidnapping/captivity, fear play, facial, jk is lowkey yandere, iconic what’s your favorite scary movie scene but my style, DEAD DOVE, slight praises, ass n coochie worship cause jk is a ass man certified LMAO, cheerleader!oc, college setting

⋆ WORD COUNT — 4.2k

⋆ now playing: teeth - 5sos ⋆

“Color me your color, baby, color me your car, color me your color, darling, I know who you are,”

The music blared loudly, you hummed under your breath while lining over your lips with a dark lip pencil. The hour was getting closer and you realized you had to speed things up if you wanted to meet with your friends on time (you had been stuck in your cheer uniform ALL DAY). You moved around your room quickly while tossing articles of clothing onto your bed, no outfit in particular on your mind.

You uncapped the red lipstick and ran it over your lips slowly, filling in the blank spaces and blending the two colors to perfection. You decided a white long sleeve tucked into your mini jean skirt would serve as a perfect combo. If you were lucky, maybe that cute college senior Kim Seokjin would give you his jacket to wear. The idea has you smiling like a dummy.

Before you can slip out of your skirt the phone downstairs begins ringing loudly. You could have very well ignored it but you don’t feel like listening to your parents nag at you for not picking up the phone if it happens to be them. “Ugh, seriously.” You mutter and quickly run downstairs to the kitchen.

“Hello?” You softly sigh while twirling a piece of your hair around your finger.

“Hello,” some guy’s deep voice greets you, he says nothing else and you tilt your head in confusion muttering a soft ‘yes?’. “Who is this?”

Immediately you frown in confusion and balance the phone between your ear and shoulder, “Who are you trying to reach?” You pop a piece of chicken from your mom’s leftover casserole into your mouth.

“What number is this?”

“Uhh..what number are you trying to reach?”

“I don’t know.”

You hold back a deep sigh and check the time behind you on the clock, you really don’t have patience for this nonsense. Especially for some weirdo who’s either prank calling or just doesn’t know how to work a phone. “Then you have the wrong number,” you eat another piece of casserole, “it happens, take it easy though.” You hang up quickly before he can utter another word to you.

You had just set the phone down when it began to ring all over again, “Ugh…hello?” You stare at the decorative ceiling in annoyance, “Hello?” You say loudly when the other person doesn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“Why don’t you wanna talk to me? Just wanted to apologize, ‘s all.” He says with a teasing lilt, but it sounds more condescending than anything, “Just wanna..get to know you.”

You ignore the nasty little shiver you get down your spine when he talks to you like that, a deeper part of you is literally drooling over how this guy’s voice sounds but too bad he’s a weirdo though.. Your gut twists uncomfortably as your eyes dart to the side to look out the patio doors. “Okay..well you’re forgiven now, bye.” You go to hang up.

“Wait–if you tell me your name I’ll tell you mine.”

You can’t help your scoff, “Yeah, right. I don’t think so, why the hell would I give you my name? You sound like a total creep right now, you know that?” You huff and open your fridge up for a drink, “Besides, what’s your deal anyways? You keep calling and I’m obviously not who you’re looking for.” You complain while uncapping a bottle of water.

“Because,” he calmly starts, “I wanna know who I’m lookin’ at right now.. Pretty red lips and a tight little uniform on,” he draws out huskily.

You immediately go still, “W-What…how do you..?” you look around the empty kitchen and living room. “This isn’t funny.” You quickly head down the hall to the front door, making sure the locks are set before you go back to the living room and make sure the patio doors are locked as well.

“Never said it was babydoll.” He muses, “Though I do gotta admit, red looks spectacular on you, wonder if you got more around here in your drawers.” He trails off, the sound of drawers slamming close and another opening could be heard on the other side of the line.

You wait with a bated breath listening carefully, you slowly turn your head to look up at the ceiling. There’s a low thumping noise that follows the sounds you hear from the phone. Your eyes slip shut as you try to control the sob that’s about to come out of your throat, “What do you want from me?” You croak in a tiny voice.

“What’s your favorite scary movie sweetheart, hm?” His footsteps are heavy as he starts walking around upstairs in your room.

You blink your tears away and stumble towards the hallway to your only escape route: your dad’s office. “I-I don’t like any scary movies,” you whimper quietly, “p-please, I don’t wanna die.” You sniffle. You can hear him humming in the hallway upstairs now, causing you to duck into the office as silent as you can.

“That wasn’t my question. Time’s ticking babydoll, I’m not exactly a patient guy you know.”

“H-Halloween..!” You whisper-yell, “I like Halloween.”

“Which one?” He asks, you can hear him loud and clear at the bottom of the staircase, “Hm?”

You sniffle softly and back away, “Rob Zombie’s version,” you utter softly and hear him pause in his footsteps. He stands there for a few seconds before he slowly draws nearer and nearer. Your eyes squeeze shut as a terrified whimper escapes your lips, before you can plead with him the door slowly creaks open and a hooded figure stands in the doorway with the phone held up to his ear. You stare at him, the phone slipping from your trembling hand as it slams to the floor with a loud thud.

He tilts his head to the side and raises his gloved hand to wave at you. “Hey there sweetheart,” he purrs from under the mask.

You scream out in fear and knock over the desk chair, you’re lucky as hell your dad has a set of patio doors himself. You slip through the doors and run down the small hill, looking back and forth in time to see the hooded figure chasing after you.

The sounds of leaves crunching and branches snapping fill both sides of your ears. Adrenaline kicks in like never before and has you running the fastest you’ve ever moved in your entire life. If you can lose him in the woods you’ll make it to your neighbors’ in five minutes tops, might even get lucky if you detour to the main road but the hill to climb up will only slow you down.

“Don’t be like that babydoll!” He calls out from your left? Right? You don’t know where his voice is coming from, and quite frankly you’re too scared to look. You hear his heavy footsteps (now) directly behind you before a hand tangles itself in the back of your uniform top, gripping it tight as he stops you from going any further.

The force itself is enough to send you flying to the ground, knees scraping hard against a tree stump. You break your fall with your hands, crying out from the pain that erupts in both palms as tiny twigs and rocks dig into your soft skin. “Gotcha.” He chuckles and squats down to your level to admire your bruised form. You must have gave him a run for his money with how hard he’s breathing under the mask.

“P-Please!” You crawl backwards, back hitting the tree stump, “I don’t wanna die,” you pathetically cry, “I promise I won’t tell anyone if you let me go.” Call it cliche but it was worth a shot to plead with your killer? Stalker? You don’t know anymore.

He tilts his head, “Heard that one before, you’re not the first to beg so sweetly like that babydoll. Almost melts my poor little heart,” he coos mockingly, “but don’t stress your pretty little head over that, you’re not meant to use that brain of yours—meant to sit and look pretty for me.” He purrs and reaches out to run a gloved hand over your dirt stricken thighs.

You curl away and try to escape his touch, “Why are you doing this?” You whimper quietly, watching as his hand rubs circles over your bruised knees. A tremor runs down your spine as his leather gloves run over your shaking thighs, his touch feels scorching hot despite the cool material of his gloves pressing against your skin.

“Been watchin’ ya for a while,” he murmurs, “night n day—just imagining allll the different ways I could have you. Bet you’d look pretty with a mouth stuffed full of cock, wonder how pretty you’d look with cock deep inside your little cunt baby,” he trails off while giving your thigh a rough squeeze, “always did wonder how that pussy tastes.” You can practically picture the shit eating grin he must have under the mask.

You hate that his nasty words have a bubbling heat building in your lower stomach, it shouldn’t be that arousing to you yet here you were in the middle of the woods being fondled by your stalker while he talked about how much he wanted to fuck you. His voice even sounds hotter in person vs the phone.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He chuckles.

You land a harsh kick to his arm with a loud, “Get off of me!” You quickly turn over to stumble to your feet while he curses under his breath and stands to chase after you.

He’s not so gentle this time with the way he snatches you and slams you right up against the tree trunk, letting the chips and splinters bite into your skin unforgivingly. “Thought we were over this,” he growls, “was gonna treat you nice and sweet but by the looks of it you just wanna be tossed around like the filthy little slut you are,” he hisses in your ear while pressing you tight against the tree.

You whine loudly and push back against him in an effort to get him off of you, “Let me go—let go!” You growl angrily, “you’re a fucking psycho creep!” You grit your teeth while trying to turn to look directly at him.

He doesn’t shy away from hurting you to get you to become docile again. He pins both wrists behind your back in a tight grip, squeezing both of your hands until you hear a low threatening pop. A pained little whimper escapes your lip as he forces your head against the bark, “You gonna sit still like a good girl or do I have to tie you up?” He growls menacingly.

“I-I’ll be good!” You cry out as the pain starts to become unbearable.

“What was that?” He whispers in your ear, “Couldn’t hear ya.” He smirks.

A quiet sob slips from your lips as you slump over in defeat, “I-I’ll be a good girl.” You softly reply, too hung up on the pain to reply with the unbridled anger you feel right now. “Just please—let me go.” You sob.

He ignores your cries and instead brings out a rather intimidating looking hunting knife, it cuts into your skin almost right away with the slightest little touch. “Please no—” You immediately begin, thighs shifting as they slide against each other in an attempt to block him from either cutting or stabbing you. The only thing you achieve is the blade running into your thigh and slicing a small line downwards.

“None of that now babydoll,” he whispers while letting your wrists go and setting his big hand over your hip, “just sit still and look pretty for me yeah? Don’t need to think, just feel.” He breathes out as he guides the knife up your skirt, letting the sharp tip (which you noticed was slightly curved like a hook or something) hook under the side of your panties.

Your poor heart hammers in your chest as you begin to hyperventilate, “W-What are you gonna do to me?” The blade tugs at your panties, no doubt already piercing through the flimsy little material.

“Fuck.” You hear him whisper from behind, “You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy you know that?” His tongue clicks in annoyance as he suddenly yanks the knife down, a loud riiip following in suit, as well as your terrified scream/sob. “Gonna have a taste now babydoll, put your hands right there—yeahhh, good girl. Keep ‘em there baby,” he has you bending over with your legs spread wide apart and your hands over the tree, “ ‘s like a fuckin’ dream back here, fat little cunt n a nice ass.” He whistles while smacking his hand against your poor cheek.

You bite your lip as the cool air fans over your moist cunt, at this point in time you have long given up making any excuses as to why your pussy was drooling for this weirdo. Still didn’t mean you were less scared but you figured if you complied the faster things would go over. “Look at this slutty pussy, already leakin’ like a bitch in heat. Does a scary man like me chasing you through the woods get you goin’ sweetheart? Maybe you’re a little more fucked than I thought.” He chuckles.

There’s a brief pause and you wonder what he’s doing back there, so you turn your head to look at him when you gasp softly. He has the mask thrown off to the side, his face in all his glory—messy black hair and a lip ring with an array of piercings on his ears— he sits there with a shit eating grin, “Guess the cat’s out the bag huh?” You eye him with distaste before turning back around, you had at least hoped he was ugly or something.

“God,” he groans, “can’t get over this ass,” he mutters to himself while smacking both cheeks and pulling them apart to expose both of your holes to him, “wanna see it wrapped ‘round my cock, gonna have you squirting and messy babydoll. Might even have to get you on your knees to clean up your mess,” he whispers as his hot breath fans over your pussy lips, “you’re gonna be lookin’ at me with those sweet little eyes of yours too, gonna bust my load all over that pretty face of yours.” His tongue dips between your soft folds, licking from your winking hole down to your swollen little clit hiding under its hood.

Your eyes squeeze shut as his hands steady you by the hips, his face is practically smushed against your cunt as he slobbers over it with his greedy tongue. He sucks on your inner folds, getting every nook and cranny as he slurps up the mess he leaves behind before lapping over your clit with his tongue. Your thighs shake a little, you’ve never had anyone this eager to eat your cunt out like this. He’s a fucking menace and you hate how good he is at this.

“Fuck,” he pants softly, “can’t get enough baby, could eat this pussy for days.” He all but moans while latching on to your clit.

A shocked cry leaves your lips, you dig your nails into the tree bark and hold on tightly as your swollen bud throbs in his mouth. He doesn’t let up, suckling on your clit like a lollipop with just the right amount of pressure around the bud. A new wave of slick gushes from your untouched hole, loud mewls and whines leaving you as you subtly rut back against his face. It’s pure heaven.

He spreads your cheeks apart and pulls back to harshly spit on your cunt, “There you go, get nice n wet for me babydoll.” His hot breath fans over your empty little hole, “Good girl.”

You shouldn’t like the way he’s talking to you, but something about him calling you that has a delirious little whimper leaving you. He dips his tongue into your pussy, the sensation definitely welcomed as you sigh in bliss. His tongue wiggles around and curls upwards to brush over your sensitive walls in a flicking motion.

He jiggles your ass in both hands, moaning at the sight of the fat slipping through his fingers from his tight grip. He flicks his tongue back and forth over your swollen bud, you nearly double over as his tongue traces letters on your clit. “W-Wait,” you bite your lip as your eyes shut and you reach behind you to tangle your hand in his hair.

You freeze when you realize what you’re doing, but instead of getting angry with you he leans into your touch with a low moan. Clearly he loves it so you keep your hand in his hair, occasionally pulling just a tiny bit. When he pulls back to catch his breath, audibly gulping as he sits back on his haunches, “Turn around.” He says breathlessly.

From behind you can hear him shuffling around, the sounds of a belt being unbuckled fills your ears. “On your knees babydoll,” he rasps out while fisting his cock, sliding his thumb over the mess of precum he’s made at the tip of his cock. He’s watching you with dark lust filled eyes as you slowly fall to your knees in front of him, eye contact never wavering.

“Shit—when you look like that you make it harder for me to hold back.” He groans while licking his lip, “Exactly how I imagined you’d look.” He purrs as he brings the head of his cock to smother his precum over them, “Stick your tongue out for me baby—there you go, just like that.” He grins softly.

You lay your tongue flat under his fat cock, delighting in the delicious weight over your tongue. You can’t help but flick the tip of your tongue upwards causing it to brush over a throbbing vein. He releases a quiet hiss, fisting the shaft as he roughly slaps it against your tongue in repeated taps.

“Will you look at that, ‘nother little filthy slut we got here, how many other cocks you sucked huh?” He pushes into your mouth and holds the back of your head with one hand tightly fisted in your hair. You gag around his cock and fruitlessly claw at his thighs, “What’s the matter? Can’t take it? Poor baby can’t handle having a cock stuffed down her throat? Pathetic little thing you are, can’t even do what you were made for,” he rasps out while rolling his hips against your face.

His balls press snug against your chin as spit and drool dribble from the corners of your mouth. Your tears run freely no doubt ruining your makeup for the night, you probably look a hot mess right now. Your stalker moans and pants freely above you, he doesn’t bother hiding how good he feels right now as his cock twitches occasionally. You really lose it when he forces your head down and keeps you still, pelvis pressed right up against your nose as he rolls his hips in quick grinds.

“Oh shit,” he breathes out, “feels so fuckin’ good babydoll, knew you were the one when I first saw you.” He whispers out while slipping his cock out of your mouth, relishing in the gasping noises you make, “Gonna make you into my little cock sleeve, don’t need you doin’ anything else..belong with me right on my cock.” He shoves himself back into your mouth and begins fucking into your throat roughly. You cry and gurgle while weakly slapping your hands over his thighs. He doesn’t let up and only fucks your throat more eagerly.

“Fuck baby, c’mere,” he yanks you off his cock and brings you up to him.

He doesn’t waste time bending you back over the three and shoving his fat cock into you. You let out a loud cry and dig your nails into the tree from the pressure and slight twinge of pain from the size of his girthy cock. It sits nice and snug against your walls, curved slightly upwards to press into your g-spot, not quite hitting it but brushing over it.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper out as your toes curl from inside your shoes.

When a couple more seconds pass of him just idly rocking into you, he pulls all the way out until only the head remains before slamming back in with a loud slap. You jolt in pleasure as a tiny scream escapes, he doesn’t let up and keeps the same harsh pace he started with. His cock punches deep into your pussy, poking at your cervix painfully as you yelp out in pain between your moans.

“Fucking hell,” he moans out while moving his hands from your hips to your bouncing tits, “got a nice little pussy n a pair of pretty tits just for me right sweetheart?” He slaps one of your tits before taking your pebbled little nipple between his fingers and meanly pinching it.

“Mm!” You arch your back and try to twist away from his bruising grip. He manages to grip your other tit and knead it in his big hand.

Loud squelching noises fill the space around you in the woods, some of your slick even drips down onto the ground with tiny wet splats. The sound is filthy and has your face burning up in embarrassment as you hide in your hands with low whimpers and whiny moans. He suddenly changes the angle and begins grinding his fat cock right up against your g-spot, pressing insistently as he hits it over and over again.

“Oh you like it there don’t you sweetheart,” he grins while rolling his hips in slow circles, “go on then, fuck yourself on my cock like the little whore you are. Get that pussy nice and soaked for me.” He growls quietly in your ear while pinching your nipples once more.

A quiet squeal erupts from your throat, you shakily manage to knock your hips into his in a sloppy pace. “Please,” you slur out as your eyes slip shut, “c-can’t do it,” your pace is nowhere near the same as before.

“Can’t what?” He moves one hand down between your thighs, “Hm?”

You press your forehead against the tree bark in defeat, sobbing quietly as you wiggle your hips side to side, “ ‘s not the same, need you to f-fuck me.” You shamefully admit.

“Like this?” He slaps his hips upwards, “Or like this sweetheart?” He purrs and begins plowing into your drenched pussy, stuffing his cock deep inside with every thrust.

You throw your head back with a loud moan, “Yes, yes!” More drool begins slipping from your chin as you part your legs a bit wider and arch your back.

He swears at you from under his breath while rolling your swollen clit between his fingers. The sounds of skin slapping against skin begin louder, his balls collide with your swollen puffy folds and your ass ripples from his pelvis from his harsh thrusts. “Little fucking slut,” he grits out through his harsh punishing thrusts, “fuckin’ mine you hear that? So help me you ever think of looking at someone else I’ll fuckin gut them like a fish n fuck you over their dead body.” He hisses, “Better yet covered in their blood.” He roughly smacks your clit.

You mewl loudly and go still, your pussy pulses like crazy as you feel your orgasm hit you at full force. You cum with your clit trapped between his fingers and his cock stuffed deep. The orgasm is so strong it knocks you off your feet as you wobble and shake like a newborn lamb. “P-Please,” you sob out.

“On your knees,” he growls while slipping from your drenched cunt, “fuckin’ look at me.” He aims his cock at your face and strokes himself with loud slick noises. You stare up at him with a dazed expression, too fucked out to reply. He cums with a low moan, making sure to coat your lips and face with his cum as he taps the head against your cheek, “Fuck…” He sighs in bliss while lazily flicking his wrist.

You blink slowly and the last thing you see is him picking his knife back up.

+

Jungkook hums under his breath while he lazily digs through his bowl of popcorn, he’s been switching channels for a couple of minutes now. Nothing good is ever on these days, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head while flicking through the channels.

“Oh,” his face lights up in joy, “baby come look at this,” he grins and turns the volume up all the way high, “found somethin’ perfect for movie night.” He turns to look behind him, eyes wild and filled with sadistic joy.

“She was last seen Friday in the evening by her parents who were only going a few towns over to visit family. Her friends have all stated she was supposed to be meeting them that night but never showed, one even said they had spoken to her hours prior about their plans to meet. They said she wasn’t acting suspicious or anything—”

A muffled sob erupts, the sound of a cage rattling heard next as Jungkook slowly turns to look at your cowering form. You look so adorable all curled up in the cage like that, mascara streaking and lips wiped red from your lipstick. “Don’t like that movie?” He pouts, “Pity.” He turns back around and replays the entire missing persons ad.

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[halloween m.list]

Omg I really loved it can't wait for the next part

burnout (iii)

↳ synopsis: after his ex-girlfriend broke up with him, jungkook enlists your help by asking and paying you to fake date him. accepting the offer, you get more than what you bargained for when jungkook starts showing his true intentions.

↳ pairing: basketball player!jungkook x student journalist!fem!reader

↳ genres: yandere, heavy angst, dark romance, slow burn

↳ aus: college au, fake dating au

↳ warnings: none for this chapter

You had no recollection whatsoever of what happened last night; much less how you got back to your shared condominium unit with Taehyung. But if you were to guess, your cousin probably brought you home as you vaguely remembered him being at the afterparty—much to his chagrin that you came with his best friend. Other moments were like missing puzzle pieces. You only remembered flashes, and you groaned when you felt the throbbing in your temple became stronger. 

Usually, you could hold your liquor better than this. In fact, this was the first time, in a long while, that you could remember having a hangover. Your mother was your drinking buddy—started drinking with you when you were a junior in high school, and although she shouldn’t have done that, you didn’t mind. Your mother was a great mother. Your mother was your best friend. Your mother was a great parent. Yes, she had her shortcomings, but who didn’t? Certainly not you. You remembered the first time she asked you to try Soju, and subconsciously, it brought a smile to your face, and a low chuckle to escape your lips. You made a mental note to text her later.  

As you left your bed, there was a knock on your bedroom door. Knowing it was your cousin, you told him to come in while you fixed your bed, and looked for your phone in the process. 

“Your phone’s in your bag,” Taehyung muttered as he stepped inside your room, and leaned against the wall of the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. “I brought you home too. Jungkook wanted to, but he rode a motorcycle, and you were wasted. It wasn’t safe.” 

You nodded in understanding. You figured out that much. Like what Taehyung said, your phone was indeed inside your bag. Quickly, you unlocked it, and checked your notifications. Some were just annoying spam emails, app notifications, and automated messages from your SIM provider, but there was one message that made your heart beat quickly due to panic that you didn’t even notice Jungkook’s message. 

“Y/N, I need to talk to you,” Taehyung said. 

“We will talk, but not right now, I’m late for my tutoring session, Tae,” you hurriedly told him as you texted your tutee that you would be late, but that you would come since it was his midterms next week. 

“Y/N, I’m serious. I still don’t approve of you and Jungkook dating.” 

You should have expected this. In the years you spent with Taehyung, you should have known that he wasn’t the type of person who could accept “no” as an answer, and not getting what he wanted when and if he wanted it. You thought it only applied to everything else in his life; apparently, it also applied to your dating life. 

“Taehyung, haven’t we gotten over this? Who I date is not yours to dictate,” you shook your head, sighing deeply as you gathered everything you needed for your quick shower. You were definitely not going to attend your tutoring session dressed from last night, and smelling like beer and nicotine. 

“Jungkook’s a piece of shit as a boyfriend, Y/N. He’s crazy possessive and he gets so fucking jealous. His charming persona is just that—a persona. I don’t want you to get hurt by him, Y/N, please.” 

The desperation in his voice was evidently obvious. When you looked at him, you were unsure of what to say. How could he say that to his own best friend? 

“If he’s like that—,” 

“He is like that,” 

“Then why are you still friends with him?” you asked, pointedly. When Taehyung couldn’t give you an answer, you nodded. “Right. I thought so. I’m going now, Tae. This conversation is over.” 

When you arrived at Jamsil’s library, you were forty five minutes late to your session with Yang Jungwon, a freshman from your program, Journalism with a major in Investigative Reporting. You found him in your usual spot, writing away on his yellow pad while nodding his head along the music he was listening to. Inhaling deeply, you made your way toward him. When you were finally near him, you tapped on his shoulder, causing him to jump a little, but when he saw you—his deep dimpled smile appeared on his face. 

Yang Jungwon was like the little brother you never had but wished you had. You felt bad for thinking that way because you had Taehyung, but as stated, looking after him felt more like a responsibility you had no other choice but to take upon. With Jungwon, even though you were paid to help him with his studies, it never felt like a responsibility to you. You enjoyed spending time with him, helping him out, and sometimes, if the conversation steered into the direction, you enjoyed your deep and meaningful conversations with him. 

You smiled back at him, and took the seat beside him, sitting on it. “I’m so sorry I’m late, Jungwon. You can tell your mom that she doesn’t need to pay me for this session.” 

He shook his head. “No, noona. It’s okay. I didn’t mind the waiting. I got to use it to answer your mock tests.” 

“Really? Let me see. What did you answer first?” you asked, taking your messenger bag off of your shoulder, placing it on the table. 

“The Contemp—,” Jungwon began to say, but then he stopped, which caused you to tear your gaze away from the mock test in your hands, and to your tutee. You followed his gaze, and to your surprise, you saw Jungkook sitting across from you and Jungwon with a gentle smile on his face. He had his lip ring on—it was the first thing you noticed about him that day. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” you asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. Why did it feel like you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do? Why did you suddenly feel anxious? 

Taehyung’s words rang in your ears: He’s crazy possessive. His charming persona is just that—a persona. 

Was all of it true? Was that the reason why he was here? Because you were with another guy? 

“I guess you didn’t read my message, babe,” he chuckled. “I told you not to buy lunch anymore because I cooked some for you. Here, you can share it with your friend…” he trailed off, politely smiling at Jungwon. 

“H-Hello, I’m Yang Jungwon,” Jungwon stammered, starstruck that Jamsil’s golden boy was talking to him. 

“Hello, Jungwon. It’s nice to meet you. You can just call me hyung,” Jungkook turned to you. “I’ll get going now, okay?” He pushed the lunch box towards you. “Eat. There’s hangover soup in there too.” 

You gave him a look to which he grinned at. “Ah, don’t worry, Jungwon. She can tutor you even though she’s dr—,” 

“Okay, thank you, Jeon Jungkook,” you interrupted him, making his grin wider. You shook your head at him, but you couldn’t hide the blush coating your cheeks from his sweet gesture. Then, you wondered, as Jungkook took his leave, did he do the same thing to Haemin? 

“I didn’t know you and Jeon Jungkook hyung are dating,” Jungwon brought you out of your trance, gaze finally now upon him rather than the absent figure of Jungkook. 

“Yeah, it just happened,” you said to him. “But come on, let’s focus on your mock tests.” 

Yet despite saying that, you were the one who couldn’t focus because the only thing in your mind was: how did Jungkook know you were at the library? 

Taehyung’s words plagued your mind the entire day. Even while you were working, all you could think about was his words about his best friend. How could he say those things about Jungkook? Someone he’d been best friends with since they were little? Why was he so adamant about you not dating him? Taehyung usually kept a distance from your personal life, not even asking about your mother because he knew of the complicated relationship your family had with his family. So, why was he all over your case now that you were “dating” Jungkook? You couldn’t understand. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

Although you confirmed with the library interaction that Jungkook wasn’t the possessive type, seeing as he just walked away after giving you the lunch box, and even let Jungwon call him hyung, there was still that nagging thought in your mind: what if Taehyung’s word held weight? What if they were true? 

You thought about it: if they were true, even when you were only fake dating, would he still be as possessive as Taehyung said he was? What happened for your cousin to even tell you something like that?  

Your thoughts were put on a halt when your manager called for your name. You worked as a part-time waitress at a restaurant called Rado. You used to be a full-time employee, but since you were in your last year of uni, you asked if you could still be employed on a part-time basis, and fortunately, your manager, Han Somin, agreed. 

“Yes, Ms. Han?” you asked as you entered her small office inside the employees’ locker room. 

“Y/N, hi, come inside, I just have something to tell you,” she said, taking her eyeglasses off, and kindly smiling at you. You nodded and did as told. “It’s nothing serious,” she continued, which alleviated the nerves sinking in your bones. “I just wanted to ask if you wanted to be part of this party we’re catering to on Saturday. It’s a listening party for an artist named J-Hope; he released a new album. Maybe you’ve heard of him.” 

You shook your head. “No, Ms. Han. But I’d love to be part of the staff. Where would it be held?” 

“It’ll be held at his label’s function room. I’ll send you the details, alright?” You nodded, then she dismissed you, and went back to work. 

Money had always been a sensitive topic for you. Growing up, you knew that you didn’t have a lot but you were comfortable due to both of your parents’ wages. Your father was a simple office man while your mother had her own small flower shop. They were able to provide for your basic needs and wants but when your father passed away—your mother’s earnings at the flower shop weren’t sustainable. Hence, at an early age, you learned how to look for jobs, and learned the value of money and earning it. Hence, the reason why, besides loving Jungkook all your life, you simply could not half-ass fake dating him because it was innate in you that when you do a job, you give it your hundred percent. 

Part of you wished you didn’t have to worry about your finances. That, like other students at Jamsil, you could have fun and enjoy college life without worrying if you would still have a roof over your head eve though you failed an exam or if you would still be able to eat the next day if you buy a food late at night because you were so hungry that you couldn’t sleep. 

Having money meant having freedom to do all the things that you wanted to do—and you weren’t free. Not yet, anyway, but moving to your own place was a start. That’s why no matter what people say, you would see fake dating Jeon Jungkook through because whether you liked it or not—he was the key to your freedom. 

Saturday rolled around quickly. Adorned in your Rado’s uniform—a simple white linen long sleeve polo shirt, black slacks, black high heels, and your hair pulled back to show your face—you were already at the label’s function room preparing for the listening party of J-Hope. His music had been playing since you got there and you felt yourself being immersed and vibing to it that you made a mental note to check his other songs out afterwards. 

You were in charge of the food and drinks. Ms. Han was also present to supervise and with you was your co-worker, Kang Seulgi, and Kim Hanbin. It was an intimate type of party; hence, the small group of staff and catering. 

“I wonder who we’ll see here,” Seulgi told you as she placed the food fingers on the table while you poured drinks into the glasses. 

“I heard it’s just indie artists that J-Hope invited. It’s the target audience for his album, you see,” Hanbin piped in, fixing his necktie. 

“Whoever it is, I’m sure—,” 

“Kim Y/N, it’s nice to see you here,” 

You only heard that voice a couple of times but you wouldn’t mistake it for another. It was ingrained in your mind so deeply. It was the voice of the person you hoped was you for a long time—who got to touch, kiss, hug, care, and love Jeon Jungkook for four years. It was the voice of the person who was Jeon Jungkook’s first love, and most likely still loved. It was the voice of the person that was never going to be you in his life. It was the voice of: 

“Lee Haemin.”

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Ungodly Hour (3)

When your mother is sent screenshots of your tweets, you lie & claim that it was an inside joke between you & your boyfriend. @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @babycandy111 Part 1 | Part 2

Word Count: 2.730

Warning: dirty talk, simp jungkook once again, oral (f/m receiving) face riding, 69, dirty talk, creampie, unprotected sex, degradation kink, submissive reader, dom jungkook, slight jealous and possessive jungkook, but like we love this jungkook,

“Never knew you lived alone.” you say as your eyes scan around the clean, spacious apartment. 

“I’ve invited you over plenty of times.” Jungkook closes the door behind him, takes off his shoes and makes his way towards his kitchen. “You always shot me down.”

You follow him into the kitchen with a roll of your eyes, sitting on the island to watch him take out the fresh food he just bought today for dinner. “Who knows what you’d do to me if I stayed here.”

“Exactly what you beg me to do when we’re at your house.” Jungkook sends you a smile before turning away from you.

Jungkook had a point, you’re sad to say.

Jungkook begins to cook, wrapping a black apron around his torso tightly as he does so. You laugh at how persistent he is, your stomach churning with unknown feelings - you refuse to believe it’s because you like him more than a fuck buddy.

The phone call you got from your mother was an embarrassing one. She called you non-stop, and when you finally answered, you were left completely worried about what in the world she could be in such a rush to speak about.

Your tweets were not what was on your mind when you answered. She had told you that she was sent a screenshot - you blame your brother and his treacherous ways; who else would it be? “Are you prostituting yourself?” your mother’s disappointed voice asks over the phone and a side of you wants to laugh. Maybe in a way this could be prostitution - but you and Jungkook had a form of relationship. You were close friends, you’d say, often hanging out together even outside of sex - so you didn’t consider it prostitution. Just maybe a favor for a favor.

“No, of course not!” was your response, completely flushed with hot embarrassment. “Who told you about twitter? How did you find it…?” 

What made your mother stop ranting was you exclaiming that Jungkook - or the “horny boy who comments on your posts” as she puts it - was your boyfriend and everything you were tweeting was just an inside joke between the two of you - a joke she obviously didn’t get.

When you made an obvious lie to your mother, she was skeptical. You never mentioned any boyfriends before and it was news to her. She wanted to meet Jungkook, already telling your father about the embarrassing tweets and what “the new generation are doing on their social media platforms” that he didn’t care about. 

So, this is how you and Jungkook found yourself in his apartment - a rather spacious, clean and overall nice apartment - with him cooking dinner for you, himself and your parents. Once viewing your tweet, he had called you instantly, declaring that he was going to be the best fake boyfriend your mother ever met.

“Smells good.” you murmur after about 30 minutes, looking up from your phone.

Jungkook knits his brows and chuckles. “Does it?” he asks. “I had to bring out the fine china for my in-laws.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re pushing it.” you quip.

Jungkook lowers the fire and turns towards you. His apron is slightly messy, but it only meant that he was a good chef. He places his hands onto the table, your eyes catching the way his veins pulse. 

“I’m serious.” Jungkook says. “There’s no going back from this now. We mind as well start thinking about marriage.”

You raise a brow and tilt your head. 

“I mean,” Jungkook taps his fingers onto the island table. “after I woo your mother and show her how amazing I am, there’ll be no other man who’s going to have that love in her heart.”

You begin to laugh at Jungkook’s words - even if he did have a point. Jungkook would be the type of person your mother would want for you to date - which made the fake dating aspect more comical for you. 

“You’re laughing now,” Jungkook smirks, leaning forward to capture your lips in a quick, off guard, peck. His soft lips shut you up and leave you wanting more. “but I’ll be having the last laugh when she invites me to all the holiday dinners.”

You lick your lips, attempting to not let Jungkook see you flustered. “Is that so?” you decide to humor the man. “You’ll put yourself through humiliation even when I do find a boyfriend?”

Jungkook’s eyes are right on yours, starting with a serious expression. Slowly, his smirk turns into a thin line and then you begin to feel as though you crossed a line with him - maybe even hurt his feelings in a way.

Jungkook pokes his tongue through his cheek, but then he tilts his head once more and gives you that toothy grin. “Sure. You’ll keep seeing me at these holiday dinners or get-togethers because your mother will love me so much, I'll basically be part of the family.” 

Jungkook turns away, turning off the stove. His eyes darted to the clock hanging high on the wall, there was another 30 minutes until your parents would arrive. 

“You’ll still sit on my face even if you did bring a boyfriend around. And I’ll make you cum each time.”

Jungkook’s words catch you by surprise, but it leaves you hot nonetheless. His eyes are staring right through you once more - he knows what he’s doing and you hate it - hate that he knows what he could do to you with just his words.

“That sounds absurd that you think I would keep you around even if I did have a boyfriend.” you  quip, challenging him. 

“But you will.” Jungkook retorts all too quickly. “You’ll do nothing but have that” Jungkook raises a hand and does air quotations. “boyfriend running away.”

You’re taken aback, but before you can respond, Jungkook does.” When you realize that only I have the patience to handle that spoiled princess bitchy attitude you portray, it’ll make things easier for the both of us.” he shrugs. “Until then, I’ll let you live out this fantasy of a fake boyfriend coming around.”

Jungkook waits for you to respond to him with petty remarks. He doesn’t tell you, but he enjoys the petty debates you and he share - maybe because each time it ends with you sitting on his face. 

You don’t speak, and Jungkook knows yet again, he has you beat. 

“You want to sit on my face?” Jungkook questions with a raised brow after a few moments of a silent staring battle.

You nod, and now the both of you are scurrying to his bedroom - his leading the way. Jungkook doesn’t botter shutting the door, there was limited time he had. He’s already pulling at your pants when he enters the room.

Jungkook lays down upon his bed just as your pants fall. “Just push them aside.” he says in a hurry. “Cute.” he murmurs at the pastel lavender underwear you wore - they were velvet and soft. “Are these new?”

You position yourself above Jungkook’s lips and nod your head. “You should know. It was your credit card that was swiped.” 

Jungkook snorts but nods. “I don’t check where you go when I give you my card.” he begins to kiss your inner thighs.

“This is why Jimin hates me.” you giggle, biting your lip. “Spending all your money on me while he has to fight for hulu again.”

Jungkook places a kiss on your clit. “I’m not fucking Jimin.” is all he says before diving into your clit. His tongue begins to lick between your folds and now your back is arching.

Jungkook licks your clit like a man starved, determined to make you cum. His hands rub your thighs encouragingly like he usually does, wanting you to get enough pleasure as you could. 

You begin to rock your hips against his tongue, biting your lips. You could never say no to Jungkook offering to pleasure you - he does it so often now that it becomes a part of your weekly routine.

“You’re holding back.” Jungkook muffled words hit your ears. His finger slides between your panties, pushing them aside so he has more access to lick upon your clit. Just as you open your eyes to look at Jungkook, he lifts you up slightly to spit onto your clit, just to lap it up entirely, along with the arousal you provided him. 

“S-Stop doing that.” you murmur, but even you can’t help but moan. Jungkook understands your body right now, only knowing his perverted actions would cause you to buckle your hips against his tongue even harder.

Jungkook doesn’t respond, just lies and watches as your face contorts with pleasure. His hand roams your bare thighs until he reaches your ass. He rubs it gently, a slight encouragement for you to get your high off. 

With each thrust of your clit upon his tongue, Jungkook feels himself grow hard - but this wasn’t about him. He enjoyed pleasuring you, truly - even when you did nothing for him in return. Watching you knowing that he had you this way was worth it. 

Jungkook willingly slurps and groans onto your clit, his hands now squeezing your ass. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.” you say, and Jungkook does it even harder, a look in his eyes that tells you “that’s the point”.

‘F-Fuck.” you lift yourself from Jungkook’s tongue against his wishes.

“You didn’t cum yet.” Jungkook pushes you back down against his tongue, preparing himself when you speak.

“I know you’re hard.” you turn yourself around so you’re facing his erect cock. His sweats appear tight when you know they aren’t, but that’s due to his hardened cock.”Wanna cum in my mouth?”

Jungkook groans. He doesn’t answer, just dives back onto your clit. He has a firm grasp against you, ensuring you don’t move away from him this time. 

You don’t waste any more time, hands roughly tugging out Jungkook’s cock. It springs out and you wrap your mouth against the tip, sucking it just know you know Jungkook likes it.  Your nails dig into his thighs as your head bobs up and down, sucking him in deeper each time.

Jungkook’s fully moaning now into your clit, hips thrusting to meet your warm mouth. He doesn’t understand fully how you do this to him each time - there was never a dull moment with you. Sex each time only became better and better; he never wanted it to end.

“I-I don’t think I can let you cum in my mouth.” you say, popping Jungkook’s cock from your swollen lips. Your tongue licks up the shaft of it before you kiss the tip. “Please, just fuck me.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. When Jungkook wanted to, he could easily throw you around like a ragdoll. You’re grateful that the man with such stamina and strength never fully displays it unless you wanted him to.

“We only have about five minutes.” Jungkook centers himself at your entrance, enthralled at how amazing your ass appeared arched for him - no matter how many times you blessed him with such a view. 

“Maybe then, fuck…” Jungkook begins to enter you, your pussy immediately clenching around him. “...you have five minutes to fuck me like you mean it then.”

Fuck you Jungkook does. His thrusts are completely brutal, both hands firmly against you. His left is on your hips while his right is pressing your back against his mattress. The sounds of skin slapping echoes off of his walls, the neighbors would surely know about this one.

“Your pussy’s so wet for me, baby.” Jungkook grunts, eyes bouncing between the arch of your back to the way you were creaming his cock. “And to think you thought about having a boyfriend that wasn’t me.”

You knew Jungkook wasn’t going to let that down, but you were far too into his dick to care about what he was saying to fuel his ego - Jungkook did this constantly. “No one could fuck you as good as me” he’d say. “Your pussy was made for my cock.” was another. Your favorite was his praises towards you. “You look so beautiful taking me.” or “You ride it so good, baby.”

Jungkook’s right hand reaches for your neck, hoisting you up. His cock goes even deeper and now you’re unable to suppress your whimpers. “You know no one else can deal with you like I can.”

Jungkook’s lips press open mouth kisses against the nape of your neck. 

“I know.” you whimper, submitting to Jungkook like he wants. 

It’s amazing to think how different the two of you were while intimate. Jungkook appeared like the submissive type to others, always doting on you (even if there wasn’t an actual label on the “relationship") while you appeared dominant and demanding. But when Jungkook was in the mood (with your consent, of course) it was like a switch turned in his brain, and he wanted (needed) you to know that you were his.

“Exactly.” Jungkook chuckles. He’s hitting your spot with each thrust, not letting go of your neck. “I think you just enjoy being a bitch.”

You clench around him at the degrading word, Jungkook notices. 

“You enjoy teasing me, saying how you’d give my pussy away to someone else.”

“I-I’m about to cum!” you wail, eyes clenched shut. It was Jungkook’s fault - fuck him and his good dick and his dirty words. Maybe you were into a little bit of degrading and maybe even a little masochism - you were already submissive to Jungkook. You had to fight back agreeing with the man and telling him that it was his pussy; you would never hear the end of it if you did.

“I bet.” Jungkook retorts smugly. “You love it when I treat you like a whore off the street, huh?” Jungkook shakes his head, squeezing your neck a little harder. “I’ll fuck you however you’d like, Y/N, because deep inside, you know you’re my girl. You aren’t going anywhere.”

You cum on the spot, his words truly getting to you now. Jungkook allows you to fall into his pillows as he continues to pound inside of you. His thrusts are sloppy, and he knows even he has little time left until he cums. 

Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, pondering that maybe he has gone a little too hard on you - but then you turn your head slightly to face him and you give him those eyes. The same eyes he can never say no to.

Jungkook cums deep inside of you, twitching. He’s hissing, his eyes fluttering at the sensational feeling. There was nothing better than getting to cum inside of you - it felt more intimate than pulling out (even if he did enjoy coating you with his cum).

Jungkook takes a few deep breaths before pulling out of you. It was times like this he wished he could capture the moment - you completely fucked out with his cum dripping out of you. It’s the sick satisfaction he often thinks of when he’s alone - that you allowed him to do this to you when you are known as the closed off girl with the resting (beautiful) bitch face.

Jungkook places your panties back to cover you, lightly tapping it. “I’ll be saving that for later.” he sighs in satisfaction. “You okay? I wasn't too rough, right?”

You sigh deeply. It takes you a moment to turn but when you do, you nod. 

Jungkook gives you a wide smile. “Okay. Get up. They’ll be here soon.” Jungkook tells you. “We can’t have them knowing I fucked the shit out of you.”

Your eyes widened but you couldn’t help but laugh. You hide your face with your hands. “I’m so sleepy, though.”

Jungkook grasps your hands, placing a kiss on both of them. “We have the whole weekend to sleep in.” he says, and it’s then you remembered you agreed to spending the weekend with Jungkook, him insisting that after dinner he can just drive you back to your home and pack a bag. “And I have the whole weekend to show you just how much you are my girl.”

Jungkook sends a wink your way and you can’t help but roll your eyes, even if the pits of your stomach are churning and your body feels hot.

Omg I loved it and Birdy 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Forbidden fairytale | JJK (m)

Synopsis: You're the Princess and he is your bodyguard. He is here to protect you, not to fall in love with you and neither you're. But; when fate have other plans, who are you to complain?

➳ Pairing: Bodyguard!Jungkook x Princess!reader

➳ Genre: s/e2l, forbidden love, royal!au; fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

➳ Rating: 18+

➳ W/c: 10.3k

➳ Warning(s): They barely can stand each other☠️, JK with tattoos and piercings (eye brow piercing!), lots of BICKERING!, uses of the word 'daddy'👀, reader can't tolerate him and neither he can ( don't worry, I'll bonk them later), foul language, lots of sexual tension, TEASING!, mention of past incidents, mention of minor characters death, he calls him 'princess'🥹

➳ a/n: It's finally here!!! I really hope you enjoy it<3 please give it your love and support 🥹 because this is gonna be a wild ride! I read a book and got inspiration to write it🫶 a huge thanks to @missgeniality to making that banner for me, you're a lovely human being<3

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“Yes, Daddy!”

Your eyes moved at a lightning speed to the direction of those obscene words, just to found birdy – a parrot owned by the librarian – squawking from his cage.

The lack of creativity was clearly showing by the bird’s name, the owner surely doesn’t given much attention to it, But she definitely is creative in the bedroom, you can tell.

You stifled a laugh when you see your bodyguard; Chris standing right in front of the parrot with displeasure written on face, while others found that amusing, he did not. He isn’t the only one here who is not very happy with the situation.

It’s a library, people come here to read in peace but when someone shouting “daddy” right in your ears, you’re bound to been distracted. Not a very pleasant environment for library. It’s not like everyday, the librarian would leave her very bold parrot here. She was out of town today hence she thought it would be best to ask Alice to take care of Birdy during her working hour.

Oh! How wrong she was.

“They are going to get along well.” Alice, Assistant of the librarian, chuckled as she speaks “Poor Chris.” You held back another laugh but the small tug in your chest still appears “it’s not happening, I afraid. Chris is leaving soon.”

He is being with you for five years, you both have created a strong bond. He is a humble person also kind and understanding, has never complaint about a single thing and most importantly supportive. He was not only your bodyguard but your friend but now he was leaving for paternity leave and staying in Ely after to take care of his wife and newborn.

You were happy for him but you would miss him tons. It’s hard to find a bodyguard who you will be comfortable with and you can only hope his replacement and you had the same bond.

“Really? I’m sorry to hear that.” Her face soften, she is in her mid-thirties with long brown hair and ocean green eyes “he has been with you for a long time.”

Yes and that’s why it’s hurt to let go of someone you have been with for nearly your entire college life. People got attached when they are together for a period of time, sometimes it’s healthy, sometimes not but the attachment you had with him was in the sense of brother-sister bond.

“At least, you’ll be here for me.” You’ve been volunteering for the state library since your freshmen year of college and Alice have become a great friend and a mentor of yours. You both had become close over the years. Mutual interests had brought you two together.

You had spent hours after hours here, talking about various books. From mythology, history, dragons, harry potter to astronomy, stars, time travel and science nothing goes undiscussed when you two are together, even anime.

But it’s not going to be for too long. Between Alice, Chris and your graduation next year from Yale university, where you were majoring in international studies – as expected of a princess – you were tired of the goodbye’s.

“Yeah, I guess.” A melancholic expression hover over her face but gone as soon as it came “You are such a good person, you know?” She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Not many youngsters are into working at a boring library when they can go clubbing. It’s even more rare to find someone of your stature who does volunteering on her own will and at such a young age.”

Your cheeks dusted in pink at the compliment “It’s my pleasure. I adore books.” You were little when you started reading out of boredom or more precisely, loneliness. It was like a distraction – an escape – from your cruel reality and you clung onto it.

She gently smiled at your direction after putting the last book on the shelf as she says “You’d make a great queen one day.”

That’s not happening and that’s not how it’s supposed to be. Not that you’ve any desire in you to be a queen. That’s the least of your concern. “Thank you, but I have no interest in being queen. The crown does not belong to me, anyways.”

You are the princess of Ely, a small kingdom in United Kingdom. You do have royal blood in your veins but still you doubt, if you really belong to the royal family.

Your parents died when you were a kid, your mother during your childbirth and your father from a heart disease when you were only four years old. Even though, your mother was your biological mother and the rightful queen of Ely, she was never accepted by the royal family, because she doesn’t belonged to a noble background.

She was a commoner. A normal women who was a veterinarian who loved books and pets. Your dad loved her and married her against the laws. According to Ely’s Royal Marriages Law, the monarch must marry someone of noble birth.

For that reason, Your father was banished from the thrown by the royal committee and not only that, was sentenced to leave the palace after she given birth to you. Your grandfather was enraged after knowing about what his son had done.

But, your mother’s demise right after your birth made the committee second guessed their decision and came to the conclusion that, your father should marry someone noble, only after that, will he get back the title of ‘king’ and since your father didn’t wanted to piss your grandfather anymore, he did exactly that.

Now, your brother – step brother – is preparing to be the king, the rightful heir of the thrown. Your brother Elios, who was a year younger than you, had been training to take over after your grandfather, king Alexander, since he was a child. Once Elios had children, you would be bumped further down the line of succession, not that you merely had a chance in the first place. That’s for the good. You would rather wander around the city in a donkey costume than a queen wearing a plastic expression and a set of agonizing heels.

She gave you a sympathetic look, which you’re quite familiar with by now. As irritating as it was, you couldn’t do a thing about it. The media is a monster, they knew how to spread rumours, let it be true or not. In your case, it was both.

“excuse me –“ a blonde haired boy came up to her when she was about to say something to you “do you know where I can find this book? I’ve checked the literature section but it wasn’t there.”

“It’s okay. Help the gentleman, I’ll handle the rest.” Upon hearing you called him “gentleman” made him blush, you noticed.

“Always ready to help. You know, you’re the best!” she exclaimed and gave you a tight hug before turning on her heels to the other direction. You laugh as you bid your goodbye to her.

It doesn’t take a genius to figured out that she liked the boy. He was a regular there and the way Alice’s eyes ogled him the whole time was furthered proved her obvious crush on him. They would look cute together, you thought.

You might be able to find someone, someday too.

“Are you ready, Your Highness?” Chris asked, clearly eager to get away from birdy. Irritation etched his features as he looked at the parrot with disgust.

“Yes. Let’s go.”

“Yes, let’s go!” Birdy squawked as both of you exited. “Harder, daddy!”

Your laugh finally broke free at Chris’s grimace but soon, he was laughing along side you.

“I’ll miss you, and so will Birdy.” You held your books a little tighter to make sure they doesn’t fell off. Chris insisted on holding them for you but you don’t let anyone touch your books. You were always a bit extra cautious of them. “Tell me about the new bodyguard. What’s he like?”

The leaves crunched beneath your sneakers as you walked toward your off-campus house, which was only twenty minutes away. The month of August in US was quite warm than your liking. You’ve always preferred winter and autumn over any other seasons.

In Edmunds, you wouldn’t be able to walk down the street without getting mobbed, but that was the great thing about New heaven. It’s student population boasted so many royals and celebrity offspring, a princess was another stranger walking down the street. You could live your life like a relatively normal college girl here.

“I don’t know much about the new guard,” Chris admitted. “He’s a contractor.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Really?” The Crown sometimes hired private security contractors to serve alongside the Royal Guard, but it was rare. In your twenty-one years, you’d never had a bodyguard who was a contractor.

“He’s supposed to be the best,” Chris further informed you, mistaking your surprise for wariness. “Ex-Navy SEAL, top-notch recommendations, experience guarding high-profile personalities. He’s his company’s most sought-after professional.”

An American guard. Interesting. He is must be very skilled if he was in Navy SEAL but When two people were around each other twenty-four-seven, compatibility mattered. A lot. you knew people who hadn’t meshed with their security details, and those arrangements never lasted long.

“I do hope we get along.”

“I’m sure you will. You’re easy to get along with, Your Highness.”

“You’re only saying that because I’m your boss.”

He grinned as he said “Technically, the Director of the Royal Guard is my boss.”

You wagged a playful finger at him while narrowing your eyes “Backtalking already? I’m disappointed.”

He laughed. Despite his insistence on calling you Your Highness, you both settled into a casual camaraderie over the years that you appreciated. Excessive formality exhausted you.

You couldn’t help a small stab of envy when he talks about his unborn child and fatherhood, how proud he looked with his eyes glimmered under the sunlight. You were nowhere near ready for marriage and kids, but you wanted what Chris and his wife had.

Love. Passion. freedom. Freedom of having your own choices. Things no amount of money could buy. A sardonic smile touched your lips. No doubt you’d sound like an ungrateful brat to anyone who could hear your thoughts. you could get any material thing you desired with a snap of your fingers, and you were whining about love. Grand-father might be disappointed with you if he came to know that.

But people were people, no matter their title, and some desires were universal. Unfortunately, the ability to fulfil them was not.

You might fall in love with a prince charming who would sweep you off your feet but you highly doubt it. You don’t even want it. Most likely, you’d end up in a boring, socially acceptable marriage with a boring, socially acceptable man who only had sex missionary style and vacationed in the same place every year.

No, you don’t want a prince charming. You would like a sacred knight for yourself, who would fill your life with sparks and show you the whole world. Who would burn down this earth for you and escape with you where no one knows you, somewhere away from here.

But, that’s unlikely to happen.

You pushed the depressing thoughts aside. You had a long way to go before you even thought about marriage, and you’d cross that bridge when you got there.

You were in your little bubble of thoughts when you heard a screech across the street. You head snapped at the direction and found an old lady on the ground and a man running away with a hand bag in his hand which is probably belong to that old lady.

Before you can do anything and tell Chris to catch the thief, you noticed another man. Chased after him in a speed like the Cheetah. You’ve never seen someone running at that speed.

His steps calculated and skilled as his legs took some long strides and the next thing you knew, the man was under him as –more like a bullet train, less like a human– men locked him by grabbing his biceps from behind and knocking him down on the ground.

It all happened so fast you couldn’t register all the things in your mind for a second but as soon as you came back to your senses, you ran towards the old lady.

“Are you okay, Ma’am?” you asked the lady as you crouched down to help her stand up. It’s against the rules for a princess to kneel in front of anyone but you can’t follow them when there’s someone in need of help.

“Your highness –“ Chris tried to aware you of your position but you assure him that it’s fine. Humanity comes first than any title or class.

“Where is that scumbag? Bring him to me!” she shouted in you ears as soon as she stands on her feet with your help.

You saw the man from earlier – who was chasing after the purse thief – brought him towards the lady. She didn’t wasted any time as she landed a harsh slap right on his left cheek. “You scandalous kid, what kind of a naughty behavior was that?”

You tried to stifled your laugh when she scolded him like a little baby who had stolen a candy. The dark haired man hold him on the place the entire time until the police came and solved the matter.

After he returned her bag to her, she thanked him and gave him a goodbye kiss on his cheeks which he accepted but doesn’t gave any kind of reaction in return except of a polite nod.

Now that the chaos has subsided, you were able to observe the men closely. You swear, you’ve never seen a man with that kind of body structure. Those muscle.

Lord. Have. Mercy.

He was approximately six feet tall with solid, sculpted muscle packed onto every inch of his powerful frame. Black hair slightly longer at the back of his neck and fell over his brown-doe eyes. You assumed, his legs were longer than yours.

For someone with that intimidating physique, his face holds softness, even though his eyes were as emotionless as a robot with a bored expression. Then, the tattoos covering his right arm catches your attention when he stepped in front of you and you feel your body tilted forward a centimetre, unable to resist his gravitational pull.

You were tempted to run your fingers through the dark lines of his tattoos when his deep voice hit deep inside of you as you feel an odd sensation you rather not mind exploring, “Jungkook.”

You were confused as of why he was introducing himself out of nowhere but then it hits you. He was your new bodyguard who was going to replace Chirs. His face was total opposite of his body. What a contrast. But why he didn’t tell his full name?

He was the opposite of the preppy, clean-shaven types you usually went for, but that didn’t stop a swarm of butterflies from taking flight in your stomach.

You would have called him cute if it wasn’t for his unbothered, cold expression on his face. Then, something silvery catches your eyes. Piercings. Round silver rings attached to his lips, not only one but two, and one to his right eye brow.

Oh god! He will be the death of you.

You were so lost in your thoughts by this man’s sudden appearance that you forgot you should introduce yourself too. Chris being the life saver as he always been, let out a small cough to pull you out of your dreamland.

“Hello, I’m ____, it’s nice to meet you.” You preyed to the holy spirit up there that no one noticed the flush creeping on your cheeks. You don’t want to embarrass yourself on the first day of your meeting, let alone in front of your bodyguard. You omitted the Princess title on purpose. You never liked to address that whenever you’re introducing yourself to someone. It seemed too pretentious, even hostile. But, you are the princess so it was unavoidable but not on one-on-one conversations.

You did, however, noticed Jungkook didn’t address you as Your Highness the way Chris did. You didn’t mind—you’d been trying to get Chris to call you by your first name for years—but it was another sign your new guard would be nothing like your old one.

Jungkook’s eyes wander on your body for a second then came back to your face and you feel your stomach made a flip. However, he was as unwavering as ever, not a single trace of emotion.

“It was a stupid idea to walk on the streets, open to any possible attacks while being unarmed and vulnerable.”

Did he just called you stupid?

You blinked “Excuse me?”

“Also, you have to move.”

You blinked twice as you asked again “I beg your pardon?”

“Your house.” Jungkook tilted his head toward your spacious but cozy two-bedroom abode. “It’s a security nightmare. I don’t know who signed off on the location, but you have to move.”

The butterflies dies down as soon as it came. You just met less than two minutes ago, and he was already ordering you around and calling you stupid like he was the boss. Who does he think he is? “First of all, I’ve lived here for two years. I’ve never had an issue.”

You stopped before shifting on your heels so you can stand straight to look him in the eyes properly, because, god, is he tall. “And, second, I know where I should walk or not, it was not stupid.”

“First of all, It only takes once. Second, do you know any self-defence? From what I’ve seen few minutes ago, it was much of a child’s play to attack you” he asked, repeating in the same pattern you talked to him. His brows shifting upwards as he questioned, like he already knew the answers to his question.

“No, I don’t but Chris was with me.” your voice defensive as you said with as much confidence as you can gather in you and crossed your arms “And, I’m not moving.”

You punctuated your words with a sharpness you rarely used, but Jungkook’s condescending tone grated on your nerves. Any attraction you’d felt toward him crumbled into ash, dying the quickest death in your history with the opposite sex. Not that it would’ve gone anywhere. He was, after all, your bodyguard, but it would’ve been nice to have eye candy without wanting to drop-kick him into the next century.

Men. They always ruined it by opening their foolish mouths.

“You’re the security expert,” you added coolly. “You are here to figure it out, not to tell me where I can live or not.”

Jungkook growled at you beneath thick, dark brows. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone had growled at you “Yes, Your Highness.” His inflection on the last two words made a mockery of the title, and the embers of indignation in your stomach stoked brighter.

He was clearly irritated and so do you. The only difference was he doesn’t let that show on his face where you were looking at him like you can murder him just by your glare alone. Chris cut in before you can prove that theory.

“Why don’t we go inside? It looks like it’s about to rain,” he said quickly.

The sky was crystal clear when you and Jungkook looked up at the same time. You wanted to laughed at his failed attempts but was too much furious to do so. Chris cleared his throat. “You never know. Rain showers come out of nowhere,” he muttered. “After you, Your Highness.”

Without resisting, you three entered the house in silence.

I shrugged off your coat and tried to being more civilised towards him despite the growing anger beneath your cool façade “Would you like something to drink?”

You didn’t wanted your relationship with your new bodyguard to start on such a sour note. You’re going to be with him until his contract expires. Fighting with the person you’re going to be with, for god knows how much time, wasn’t a smart decision to make. So, you tried to rise the white flag, offering peace.

“No.” Jungkook scanned the living room, which you’d decorated in shades of rich brown and beige. It wasn’t a luxurious place but, rather, you go for something cozy which can provide you comfort. That’s what house is for.

“Why don’t we get to know each other?” Chris said in a jovial, too loud voice. “I-I mean you and Jungkook, Your Highness. We can talk needs, expectations, schedules…” he tried to fill up the awkward silence as Jungkook stand there like the statue of liberty with hands down.

“That’s a good idea.” You mustered a strained smile and gestured Jungkook toward the couch. “Please. Sit.” For the next forty-five minutes, you talked about logistics for the transition. Chris would remain your bodyguard until next week, but Jungkook would shadow him until then so he could get a feel for how things worked.

“That’s all fine.” Jungkook closed the file containing a detailed breakdown of your class and weekly schedules, upcoming public events, and expected travel. “Let me be frank, Princess ____. You are not my first and nor will be my last, royal I’ve guarded. No clients of my have ever been harmed while under my protection, nor complained or doubted about my procedures. Do you know why?”

“let me guess, Because you blinded any possible attackers with your charm and grace that they couldn’t do anything but fall for you,” you said. Your voice filled with sarcasm as your face devoid of any possible emotion.

Chris choked on the water he was gulping down from his glass. He was barely able to held back his laughter.

Jungkook’s face remained emotionless and bored as always. Of course, it wasn’t supposed to be funny. Your joke wasn’t a comedy central worthy but you imagined, someone fed him bitter gourd instead of honey when he was born, because it was much easier to find humour in a grumpy eighty-year-old man than him. Sahara might have more moisture than his dry expressions.

“The reasons are,” Jungkook said calmly, as if you hadn’t spoken at all. Ignoring your provocative attempt, he continued, “I don’t get involve with my clients personal lives. you are my client, I’m here to protect you from any physical harm and that’s all, Not to be your friend or anything else. Also, I know how to do my job the best and they believe in that too.”

“How so?” your polite smile carried a warning he either didn’t notice or ignored.

“They do what I say, when I say it for anything security-related. That way they never got into any trouble or they never had to compromise their lives with anything.” His eyes locked onto yours, “Understand, Your Highness?”

Love and passion was long forgotten which is now replaced by immense anger towards this arrogant asshol–

Nevermind.

You seriously want to slap that arrogance off his face and knee him on his little buddy down there. You shut your eyes for a second, took a deep breath before you responded. “Yes.” smile sharpened. “Luckily for us both, I have no interest in being your friend, or anything else.” Your voice cold like the ice burgs in the Antarctic ocean.

You’ve been following Chris’s security advices but you’d be damned if you fed into his inflated ego.

“Good. I’ll assess the house before we discuss next steps, including upgrading your security system. Right now, any teenager with access to YouTube tutorials can bypass the alarm.” He gave you a disappointed glare like you’re some mindless idiot for not noticing such a simple thing before disappeared into the kitchen.

His big chunky boots clicking against the floor mirroring your furious state ticking like a time bomb.

You jaw dropped, “He is– I…” you sputtered, totally speechless. You turned to Chris, who was trying to melt into the giant potted plant by the front door. “You’re not leaving. I’m dismissing your appeal of leave.”

You aren’t going to accept Jungkook as your bodyguard. Never. You will kill him in his sleep. He needs protection from you, not the other way around. “it’s just his first day.” There’s no confidence in Chris’s voice, you weren’t sure he was trying to convince you or himself, “You’ll get along just fine after the…transition period, Your Highness.”

If one of you doesn’t kill the other by then.

You took a deep breath and tried to calm your pulsating nerves which he got onto earlier so easily. You pressed your fingers on your temple, I can do this, You chant to yourself.

You’ve survived the worst. From, A British lord once tried to grope you under the table at Monaco’s Rose Ball and you “accidentally” stabbed his hand with a fork to your absolute evil, another name of the Satan, your step-mother dearest, Tatiana.

He was nothing compared to entitled aristocrats, nosy reporters and evil family members.

Jungkook returned with his infamous bored, emotionless face. He looks like a mannequin decorated in a shopping mall. Even they expressed more emotions on their face than him, but this with an additional scowl evident on it.

“I’ve detected eight security vulnerabilities we need to address right away,” he said. “Let’s start with number one: the windows.”

“which one’s?” don’t loose your temper. Not yet.

“all of them.”

You gotta be kidding me!

Chris covered his face with his hands and you started plotting how you could strangle him in the mid-night when he is asleep. You gotta tie his arms and legs before, can’t underestimate those muscles underneath that tight t-shirt.

You have a long journey ahead of you.

Jungkook was hanging by his last straw of patience, the thread was loosing bit by bit. Thanks to you. He was this close to losing his sanity and it’s just been two weeks. He had never met a client as infuriating as you. Sure, you were beautiful which is not a good sign when you’re in his position, and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t liked your sassiness, how you came up with witty replies but it irritates him more than entertain him on several occasions.

It seems, you liked to disobey him on purpose. When he said you to not to do something, you did exactly that and when he said, you should do that thing, you never done that and ignored him like he never existed. You insisted on spontaneously attending crowded events before he could do the advance work, and you treated his security concerns like you were in the battleground of PUBG and he was giving you warning about you have enemies nearby.

This wasn’t a game, but you didn’t seem to understand that.

Couple of days ago, you confronted him that, it was the way things had worked with Chris, and you didn’t intended to change things now. Jungkook said he wasn’t Chris, and said he didn’t give a damn what you did or didn’t do when you were with him. Jungkook ran the show now.

You didn’t take that well, but he didn’t gave a shit either. He was as unbothered as the greedy politicians in your country. His was proving that he surely doesn’t give a fuck about you liking him or not. He is here to do his job and he will do exactly that.

He was overbearing from every angle and the more you live with him, the more it becomes hard to live with such an egoistical arrogant man in the same house. Have you said that he is with you 24/7 hours?

One of the worst things about having a round-the-clock bodyguard was living with them. You didn’t realize that until Jungkook came into your life unfortunately. It hadn’t been an issue with Chris because you’d gotten along so well, but living in close quarters with Jungkook put you on edge.

Suddenly, your house seemed too small, and everywhere you looked, Jungkook was there. Drinking coffee in the kitchen. Stepping out of the shower. Working out in the backyard, his muscles flexing and his skin gleaming with sweat. It all felt strangely domestic in a way it hadn’t felt with Chris, and you didn’t liked it one bit.

It's scary. Feeling domestic with your bodyguard? What the hell is wrong with you?

“How is that you’re still alive in those clothes under the scorching sun?” you asked one of the warmest day of September as you watched Jungkook do push-ups. You were genuinely curious of how he is putting up with that in this hot weather. You’d faint if you even stand there in those clothes.

You were wearing a light cotton dress. Despite the thin material, a bead of sweat trickle down your neck when you gulp your ice-lemonade and move your eyes from the book in your hand towards him.

Jungkook must be roasting in his black shirt and workout shorts.

“Trying to get me to take my shirt off?” He continued his push-ups, not sounding the least bit bothered.

Warmth that had nothing to do with the weather spread across your cheeks.

“In your dreams.” It wasn’t the most reasonable answer, but it was all you could think of.

You were curious about seeing Jungkook shirtless. Not because you wanted to sneak a peek at his abs—which you grudgingly admitted had to be fantastic if the rest of his body was anything to go by—but because he seemed so determined not to be shirtless. Even when he left the bathroom after a shower, he was fully dressed.

Maybe he was uncomfortable getting half-naked in front of a client, but you had a feeling not much discomfited Jungkook. It had to be something else. An embarrassing tattoo, maybe, or a strange skin condition that only affected his torso.

Jungkook finished his push-ups and moved on to the pull-up bar. “You gonna keep ogling me, or you got something I can help you with, princess?”

Oh! He is infuriating! You are going to strangle him tonight in his sleep.

The warmth intensified on your cheeks. “Your name should have been Mr. cocky instead of Jungkook, should be a perfect fit for you. And who said I was ogling, I was secretly praying for you to get heatstroke. Besides, I’ve a far more interesting book in my hand to read rather than staring at your boring form.”

Lord save me. What the hell are you saying? You didn’t even make sense to yourself.

A shadow of a smirk filled the corners of Jungkook’s mouth. He can smirk? That’s new. but it disappeared before it blossomed into something real. “Good to know.”

“So, what’s your full name?” you asked after coughing for a few times and make the situation less awkward.

He paused his exercise for a second but again continued before responding, “I told you. It’s Jungkook.”

“No, I mean your surna– ,” before you can finished your sentence, he interrupted, “I don’t have one.” Jungkook answered quickly, voice sharper than before. You didn’t understand the reason behind the edge in his voice but you didn’t pushed it either.

“So, I guess I have to call you Mr. JK from now on.”

“Mr. JK?” he asked you, not much expression on his face but you thought you catch a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Yes.” Then you went back into the house and let Jungkook bake in the sun. You hoped he did get heatstroke. Maybe then, he wouldn’t have enough energy to be such an ass.

Sadly, he didn’t, and he had plenty of energy left to be an ass.

“How’s the book?” he drawled later, when he’d finished his workout. Your gaze were on the book instantly as soon as you saw him walking towards you.

“Thrilling.” It was belonged to thriller genre so you weren’t technically lying. You tried to focus on the page instead of his sweat dampened shirt clung to his torso. Eight pack-abbs. Fucking hell. Not that you were counting.

“Is that so?” Jungkook’s face remained impassive as he walked towards the bathroom. There was a hint of mocking in his tone and without looking back, he added, “By the way, Princess, the book is upside down.”

If there was a hole underneath your feet, you should have shoved yourselft in it this instant. You were even ready to let blackhole consume you.

You slammed the hard cover shut. When was the last time you’ve been embarrassed like this?

He was insufferable. A gentleman wouldn’t point something like that out, but Jungkook was no gentleman and he was proving that over and over again.

Unfortunately, you were the only person who thought so. Everyone else found his nonchalant emotionless attitude charming, including your friends and the people at the shelter. What a shame.

“Isn’t he hot?” Yubi, one of the long-term volunteers at Bond with Paws, whispered. She snuck a peek at where Jungkook sat in the corner like a rigid statue of muscles and tattoos before returning his gaze towards you.” Is he single?”

“How am I supposed to know? We don’t talk about personal lives. But judging from his personality–“ You snuck a peek at his direction too, before adding “I don’t think so. Yeah, definitely not.”

“What do you mean by that? Any girl would kill to be his girlfriend and live with him. I’m sure of that.” She giggled before start swooning over your bodyguard.

Yeah. It’s all rainbow and flowers until you take a closer look and get a hit by the reality, and then BOOM! Those rose-coloured glasses will be on the ground in no time. “You say that, but you’re not the one who has to live with him.”

It was two days after the upside-down book debacle, and Jungkook and you hadn’t exchanged any words since except good morning and good night. You didn’t mind. It made it easier to pretend he didn’t exist.

Yubi laughed. “I’ll gladly change places with you anytime for that hot shot.” She tightened her ponytail and stood. “Speaking of changing places, have some errands to finish. Do you have everything you need?”

You nodded. You’d taken over Yubi’s shift enough times by now to have the routine down pat. After she left, you get back to your work which was petting Bam for now. He is a Doberman who is a sweetheart under that scary form of his.

Jungkook didn’t move from his corner spot. There was no one except for two of you but his eyes roved around the playroom like he expected an assassin to pop out from behind the cat condo at any minute.

“Does it get exhausting?” I scratched Bam, behind the ears to which he returned the affection by licking your hand.

“What?”

“Being on all the time.” Constantly alert, searching for danger. It was his job, but you’d never seen Jungkook relax, not even when it was just the two of you at home.

“No.”

“You know you can give more than one-word answers, right?”

“Yes.”

He was impossible.

“Thank God I have you, sweetie,” you said to Bam. “At least you can carry on a decent conversation.”

He barked in agreement, and you smiled. Dogs are better than humans.

There was another long stretch of silence before Jungkook surprised you by asking, “Why do you volunteer at an animal shelter?”

You were so startled by the fact he’d initiated a non-security-related conversation you froze mid-pet. Bam started licking your hand in the hope of getting your attention back to him. you resumed petting and decided to go on the same path he was going, “I like animals. Hence, animal shelter.”

“Hmm.”

Your spine stiffened at the skepticism in his voice. “Why do you ask?”

Jungkook shrugged, “Just doesn’t seem like the things you would like to do in your free time.”

You didn’t have to ask to know what types of things he thought you liked doing in your free time. Most people looked at your and made assumptions based on your appearance and background. You do attempts fancy parties and luxurious dinners, goes to shopping like any other normal girl could do but that didn’t mean you don’t like to do other things, also that didn’t justify you genuinely liked to do those things.

“Seems like you know many things about me after knowing me for only one month.” You said, voice filled with sarcasm.

“I done my research, Princess.” It was the only way Jungkook addressed you. He refused to call you by your first name or Your Highness. In turn, you refused to call him anything except Mr. JK since he never told you his last name. “I know more about you than you think.”

There he goes again, acting like he knows everything. His know-it-all attitude was getting on your nerves.

“But not why I volunteer at an animal shelter. So, clearly, you need to brush up on your research skills.”

He flicked those hollow brown eyes in your direction. You wonder, how many layers he was hiding behind that cool exterior of his. You thought you spotted a hint of amusement before the walls crashed down again. “Touché.” He hesitated, then added reluctantly, “You’re different from what I expected.”

“Why? Because I’m not a spoilt superficial brat?” your voice chilled another degree as you tried to cover up the unexpected sting of his words.

“I never said you’re a spoilt superficial brat.”

“You implied that.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Princess.” He grimaced, “You’re not the first royal I’ve guarded, You’re not even the third or fourth. They all acted similarly, and I expected you to do the same. But you’re not…”

You arched a brow in response “I’m not…?”

You peek a hint of faint smile on his face and almost shouted in surprise, but before you could do that, you controlled yourself. “A spoilt superficial brat.”

You laughed. You, laughed at something Jungkook said. Sun must had rise from a different direction that day.

“My mom was a veterinarian. She loved animals.” You surprised yourself by saying that. You wasn’t planning on talk about your mom with Jungkook but you let loose because it’s the first time you were having a decent conversation with him. “Never saw with my eyes but heard from people in the palace. I’ve always loved animals but palace didn’t allowed pets hence the only way I could regularly interact with animals was by volunteering at shelters.”

Jungkook listen to you in silence, eyes focusing on you and only you. “I enjoyed it and also do it because … to find her presence and feel closer to my mom whom I never got the privilege to meet,” a sheen of melancholy ghosted over your eyes, “In the urge to know what kind of person she was when she existed. The rest of my family likes them fine, but not in the same way we do. Or did.”

You never met your mother so whatever she used to do or loved – according to people – you tried to do the same things to find pieces of her in those little things.

You didn’t know what prompted your admission. Was it because you wanted to prove you wasn’t volunteering as a PR stunt? Why did you care what Jungkook thought of you, anyway?

Or maybe it was because you needed to talk about your mom to someone who hadn’t known her. In Edmund, you couldn’t mention her without people shooting you pitying looks – some disgusted looks too – but Jungkook was as calm and unruffled as ever.

“I understand,” he said.

Two simple words, yet they crawled inside you and soothed a part of you, you hadn’t known needed soothing. When Jungkook said, he did his research, he wasn’t lying. He knows about your family history, it’s not like every single man in UK along with the world aren’t familiar with your family history. Those made national headlines, for god’s sake! But he might know some internal affairs too, along with personal information.

Then, your eyes met and you felt temperature dropping to minus around you. Dark, mysterious, piercing. Jungkook had the kind of eyes that saw straight into a person’s soul, stripping past layers of elaborate lies to reach the ugly truths underneath.

You wonder if he could see the girl beneath the mask, the one who’d carried a decades-long burden she was terrified to share, the one who’d cried alone at nights because Princess don’t cry in front of others, the one who would killed—

“Harder, Daddy!” Birdy choose to ruin the moment with his notorious obscene outburst. “Harder!”

Seems like the librarian didn’t took the humiliation lightly. She dropped birdy here in the shelter after that library incident.

Jungkook flicked his gaze away, and you looked down, your breath gusting out in a mixture of relief and disappointment.

“Daddy—” Birdy quieted when Jungkook levelled it with a glare. The bird ruffled its feathers and hopped around it’s cage before settling into a nervous silence.

“I’m impressed.” I said, trying to shake off the unsettling awkwardness between you. “You might be the first person who’s ever gotten Birdy to shut his mouth. Congratulations! You should adopt him.”

“Hell no!” he grimaced at the thought.

You stared at each other for a second before a small giggle slipped from your mouth and the icy wall shielding his eyes cracked enough for you to spot another glimmer of humour.

You didn’t talk for the rest of your sift but the mood between you two lightened enough for you to think that you might be able to have a functional working relation with him.

The wind nipped at the bare skin on your face and neck as you walked home after your shift. Jungkook and you had fought over whether to walk or drive, but in the end, even he had to admit it would be silly to drive somewhere so close.

“Are you excited to visit Ely?” you asked. you were leaving for Edmund in a few days, and Jungkook had mentioned it would be his first time in the country.

“I’m not going there for vacation, princess.” He said there like you were forcing him to go to a prison camp, not a place which is famous for being worlds one of the most luxurious places. His face remains unbothered and bored but his cold tone made an addition to the cold weather of the night.

“I know you’re not going for vacation.” you tried and failed to keep the annoyance out of your voice. “But you’ll have free ti—”

The high-pitched squeal of tires ripped through the air. Your brain didn’t have time to process the sound before Jungkook pushed you into a nearby alleyway and pressed you tight against the wall with his gun drawn and his body covering yours.

Your pulse beat got on a high gear and your heart thumped against your ribcage like it’s going to burst at any moment from the sudden adrenaline rush and the close proximity. He radiated heat and tension from every inch of his big, muscled frame and it wrapped around you like a cocoon as a car sped past blasting music and leaking laughter out of its half-open window.

Jungkook’s heartbeat thumped against your shoulder blades, and you stayed frozen in the alleyway long after the music faded and the only sound left was your heavy breathing.

“Mr. JK, I think we’re okay.” You said quietly.

He didn’t move. You were trapped between him and the brick, two immovable walls shielding you from the world. He’d braced one hand protectively against the wall next to your head, and he stood so close you could feel every sculpted ridge and contour of his body against yours.

Another long beat passed before Jungkook re-holstered his gun and turned his head to look at you.

“You sure, you’re okay?” his voice was deep and scratchy, breathing faster than normal, and his eyes searched you for injuries even though nothing had happened to you.

“Yes. The car took a turn too fast. That’s all. We are not in any danger.”

“You never know. It only takes few seconds to happen something dangerous.”

You let out a nervous laugh, your skin too hot for comfort beneath his fierce gaze. “I was more startled by you throwing me into the alley.”

“I told you, got the idea why we should have driven?” he stepped back from you and the cold breeze hits you like a truck. You wish, you could have wear more warmer clothes. It was exceptional a colder day in September. “You’re too open and unprotected walking around like this.”

He was being over dramatic. “I don’t think so. If your research didn’t include the fact that, New heaven is one of the safest city in US, I suggest you should do your research again.”

He didn’t looked least bit convinced by that information. “How many times do I have to tell you? It only takes once. No more walking to and from the shelter from now on.”

“Now, you’re simply overreacting.” The annoyance was evident in your voice. You knew he was doing this for your safety but still, it was a little too much.

“It is my job to think of everything that could go wrong. If you don’t like it, fire me. Until then, do what I say, when I say it, like I told you on the first day.” He said with that cold, unbothered expression on his face that annoys you to the core. His voice was like knife, cutting your skin with his words.

Here we go again.

When you thought, you can have a somewhat decent relationship with your bodyguard, it all goes to two to zero quicker than you thought. You wished you could fire him, but you didn’t have a say over staffing decisions and no good reason to fire Jungkook other than you didn’t get along.

You’d been so sure your shelter interaction marked the beginning of a new phase in your relationship, but Jungkook and you had taken one step forward and two steps back.

Flight to Edmund, Ely’s capital, was nothing except the familiar icy silence filling the environment and cold war going on between you two. The plane ride had been chillier than a winter dip in a Russian river.

Your dislike towards him only increased in the last one month but he doesn’t seem to care. He had already declared, he wasn’t here to liked by you but to do his job. He is truly a jerk.

Today was the first semi-free day on your schedule since you landed, and when you announce what you were going to do on your birthday, the shock on his face was something to stare at.

You decided to visit your parents today. the eerie howl of the wind whistle through the bare trees at the nearly-empty national cemetery. A deep chill swept through, burrowing past your layers of clothing and sinking deep into your bones where you seated on the ground in front your parents grave.

Birthdays supposed to be fun, something to be celebrated but ever since you were a child, you never celebrated your birthdays. Because, This was the day your mother dies while giving birth to you.

Your grandfather tried to, once, when you were five years old but failed at his attempt.

You ran away and locked yourself in your room. The little you was so emotional that she couldn’t made her self to talk about it the next day. All she did was cry, but of course in privet. Because, princess don’t cry in front of people.

You chuckled bitterly at the thought of it. They clearly don’t consider you as human, are they?

“Hey. I’m here again.” You greeted your parents with a faint smile on your face. The emotions were running so high you couldn’t register when you started crying when rumbled about stupid things going on in your life.

Your friends, your graduation day which is the very next year, your evil step mother, your days in US and lastly, Jungkook.

You never thought you would talk about your bodyguard with them. With Chris or any other bodyguards you had in the past, you never even mentioned their name to them but you didn’t know why you felt compelled to do so this time.

You told them how he is a bad news, how is making your life hell by his stupid ego and a urge to control your life and how he is standing outside of the cemetery, waiting for you while keeping his eagle eyes on the area, searching for any possible danger as if someone will popped out of the bushes and attacked you. They were too small to hide a grown men.

His head turned at every direction like a bunny searching for his food. Now that you thought about that, he quite resembled with a bunny. You laugh at your own thought.

Bunny’s aren’t assho–

Nevermind!

You wiped out the remaining tears from your cheeks and bid your goodbye to them before turning on your heels.

“You ready? We can stay longer if you want, but you have an event in an hour.” He said as soon as you stand a few inches from him. An unusual expression on his face which you’ve never seen before and his words were, as if he was telling you that he understands. It’s weird how much it calmed your nerves.

“No, I’m ready. It’s just… I always visits them on this day and talk to them as if they can listen to me. It’s silly, right?” you trailed off, clearly self-conscious.

“It’s not silly,” his voice sounds a bit strained as he continued, “I do the same with my old military buddies.” Yeah, he is from Navy. He must have lost many of his comrades in the battle ground. You didn’t know how close they were but losing friends every time when you’re fighting along side with them and seeing them die in front of your eyes was something horrific to even thought about.

His eyes didn’t met yours when you searched for them and you felt bad, “Do you stay in touch with your friends from the Navy?”

His eyes alert as always, searching for ghosts so he could shot them because, hell no way there was anyone except for two of you.

“Some of them.” Again short and crisp answer from his side. It’s so hard to have a conversation with someone who don’t indulge in the convo as much as you do but you kept trying.

“What made you leave?” you didn’t know why you felt curious about his past all of a sudden.

“It got too much. The deployments, the uncertainty, the funerals. Watching the men I served die right in front of me.” The tightness in his voice intensified further the more he talked about his old days “It fucked my mental health, and if I didn’t left when I did…” he paused, you swear you noticed hint of grief in his eyes, “It’s the same old story Princess, nothing special.”

You felt a tug in your chest. Sympathy. Compassion. Guilt? You didn’t know why you felt that emotion. Maybe because you thought he was a heartless person when in reality, the things happened to him in the past made him this closed off.

You reached the car and when he opened the car door for you, you stopped and rest a hand on his arm.

“Every story matters, weather it is special or not.” You said, “and, my apologies, both for what happened and for prying.” You tried your best to gave him some comfort. Why? You didn’t knew. You didn’t even liked him as a person but he is still a human with a heart, right?

“If I didn’t wanted to talk about it, I wouldn’t. it’s not a big deal.” He retreat his arm from your touch and you felt something inside you and it wasn’t the butterflies.

“I don’t regret being in the Navy. The guys in my unit were like brothers to me, the closest I ever had to a real family, and I wouldn’t give that up for the world. But the frontline stuff? Yeah, I was over that shit.” He let out a deep shaky breath before he continued and, if you weren’t any wiser, you’d have mistaken it for nervousness.

“Yet you chose to be a bodyguard after,” you said while tucked your hair behind your ears, “Not a very wise decision, if you ask me.” You said in a somewhat playful tone.

“I have the skills to be a good bodyguard.” He trailed, “But, Don’t think I’ve ever been in as much danger as since you became my client, though.”

You scrunch your brown in confusion as you stare at him dumbfoundedly. For a second you thought he was going to smile but then his lips came back to a straight line, imitating his infamous no-emotion face.

“My risk of rupturing an artery increased tenfold.”

Did he just cracked a joke?

Your face filled with delight and exasperation at same time, “The Edmund’s air did something to you that you finally found your long-lost humour, Mr. JK. What a miracle.”

A chuckle escaped Jungkook’s throat and you nearly chocked on the air. Did he just? No way!

The sound was so melodic that you wanted to heard that over and over again. Something flatters in your stomach which you recognised as butterflies. You looked over to him with surprise in your eyes before offered him a tentative smile.

His gaze falters anywhere but you, before he said, “let’s go or we’ll be late.”

You never thought this would happened to you, but here you’re in your car heading towards The Florence, the most expensive restaurant in Ely.

You had no plan on going there, but when your stepmom, Tatiana, offered the news about you getting an invitation from Petric Von Rosen, the soon-to-be king of Sweden, you were more irritated than shocked. She was hell bound on setting you up with him. Why? Who knows!

You know him since you were a teenager. David Von Rosen, the king of Sweden was far more wiser than his son and his mother, Iseul Von Rosen, The Queen was far more humbler than him. He was nothing like them, you doubt if he was their real son. It was very much possible someone switched the babies.

His mother was bed ridden since his birth so you could have some sympathy for him, but after meeting him on several occasions, all the compassion you felt towards him drained out of you in a blink of an eye.

You fidget in your seat, tried to came up with some excuse to passed this on somehow, but you also knew it wasn’t possible. You grand father told you to go there by himself. He just wanted his grand daughter to have fun on her birthday, you understand that. Really.

But this… it was torture.

“Why didn’t you turn down the invitation if you don't wanted to go there, Princess?” Jungkook asked out of nowhere, eyes glued to the road.

“I wish I can.” You scoffed, “Seems like the power comes with the title of Princess isn’t enough to have everything under my control, Mr. JK. There’s still things I can’t do even with my stature.” You voice turned into whisper as you trailed off the last words. A hint of sarcasm was present in your tone.

Freedom. choice. You didn’t have neither of them. Even if you could had everything in the palm of your hand whenever you asked, there’re many things you won’t be able to have in your life.

Rest of the ride was silent as you sit there with your thumping heart and Jungkook drove you to your desired destination.

“My Princess, how have you been?”

This can’t be real!

This was the first thought you had after witnessing a bunch of reporters coming straight towards you while the cameras flashed at your direction, blinded your eyes with it’s bright lights.

You thought you were going to had dinner with him but what in the hell was it?

Apparently, this fool had invited the whole media conference. You knew he has a show off-fever but this was extreme. Considering the fact, you didn’t even wanted to celebrate your birthday made it worse.

“What is this, Petric? Why are they here?” irritation laced in your voice, your face wasn’t that pleasant but it was hard for you to had one in that kind of situation.

“Because it’s your birthday. I wanted to celebrate your birthday in a grand way, show you how much you matters to me.” You wanted to laugh at his face but controlled it before it slipped.

One of the cameraman tried to took a closer shot by stepping closer to you but before he could have one more step, Jungkook grabbed him by his coller and put him back in his previous place.

Jungkook was shielding your like an armour, covering your body from any possible harm. He must looked like a koala from how close he was to you, the heat of his body radiated from him making you feel warm. Your cheeks became pink from the close proximity.

Someone from the reporters, tried to asked you about your mother but before they could do it, Jungkook locked them with a glare which could have freeze a wild animal in the amazon forest. His eyes were holding something else in them that night, you didn’t recognised what but for the first time, you felt safe. For the first time, you were thankful that Jungkook were there, with you.

“Is this a date with Princess ____?” one of the female reporter asked Petric, somewhere from the crowd.

“Oh, Yes it is–“

“As far as I remember, you never mentioned about this being a date, Petric.” your smile was more threatening than pleasant.

“Now, I’m! This is a date and I got you this neckless as your birthday gift.” A neckless worth millions encrusted with diamonds were presented in front of you but all you did was glare at him with a dangerous smile on your face. You heard squeals and Aw’s from the crowd.

“I never agreed to go on a date with you.” You smile faltered, you were losing your patience.

He nervously chuckled before ushered his royal guards to sent off the reporters to the outside. Seemed like, he doesn’t liked the honesty nor the humiliation.

“What the hell was that?” his voice goes higher than his usual tone and took a step forward. But before he can get any closer, Jungkook came between you two and rested a hand on Petric’s shoulder. Anger seeping from his eyes when you peeked at them.

You never seen him like this. That was the first time he had ever shown an emotion properly.

“I suggest, you should step back this instant.” His voice lot more calmer than his eyes but the threat it held was not something to ignore. There were three royal guards standing around you, each of them pointing their gun at Jungkook, one even dared to came closer and placed a hand on the arm, with which he was holding Petric.

Jungkook didn’t backed down nor flinch a bit. Eyes stony and his grip farm as he shield you from everyone in the room like a huge rock.

“You’re the bodyguard, right? Stay out of our personal matters.” He said to Jungkook before shifting his gaze towards you, “come on, let’s have dinner, my princess.”

Jungkook’s muscles flexed as he held him a little tighter and Petric whined like a little baby.

Petric is a blonde men with leaner body, beard and eyebrows same colour as his long hair which he had put into a ponytail. He looked like a toddler with his five point five feet height compared to Jungkook's. Jungkook could have killed him and he wouldn’t be able to land a single punch in his direction.

“Let go of the Prince!” He ignored the tall, bulky dark skinned guard standing next to him.

“No. I lost my appetite so I’m leaving. And from the next time, if there would be any, I should suggest you to choose your words wisely, especially when you’re with me, Petric.” Your voice held confidence and determination as you levelled him with a sharp gaze which had inner meaning of ‘don’t you dare mess with me’. You thought you seen a hint of amusement and proud in Jungkook’s eyes.

He tried to reached out to you but before he can did that, Jungkook again, came between you two, “You heard her. I don’t think it’s a wise idea to make a lady uncomfortable.”

Petric’s face bloomed with rage but you didn’t mind that. That night, you left with a satisfaction you never thought you needed.

The whole time, Jungkook was there with you. Protected you. Defended you. You felt you finally had someone by your side.

The most surprising thing was, when you reached your room, you found a full container of lasagna and desert by the coffee table with small note written on it, “Eat well, Princess.”

Your caretaker, who had been with you since you were a child, said Jungkook came by your room to drop food for you.

The hope and butterflies came with full force and throw you out of the window. You felt something for him which you weren’t allowed to.

It seemed like, He had more layers to himself than he showed and the urge to strip them bit by bit was heavy. You wanted to crack the wall he had built around him for years.

The hope of having a decent relationship bloom again, but this time, you wanted a little more than that.

You pushed the idea as quickly as it came. Because at the end of the day, the only relation you could have with him is work related.

Because; he is your bodyguard and you are the Princess.

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They can't be together. They aren't meant for each other, still they can't help but pull towards one another. His job comes first and he'll do anything to get his job done. Then, you came into his life and breaks his morals into pieces. When you found the sacred knight of your dreams, you can't help but fall in love. Is this forbidden love going to destroy you both or there is a happily ever after for you, too?

➳ Pairing: Bodyguard!Jungkook x Princess!reader

➳ Genre: s/e2l, forbidden love, royal!au; fluff, angst, smut

➳ Contents & warnings: Slow burn, class difference, royalty, evil stepmother, endearing friends, close proximity, lots of bickering and teasing, misunderstandings, age gape, Angst, dark past, mention of PTSD, smut and fluff; and more chapter specific warnings! | 18+

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He promised that he is going to fuck you hard so you won't be able to walk after that. You took that lightly but the thing is, Jungkook never breaks his promises.

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff, est.rel

Warnings: Porn☠️, "I will burn down this world for you" energy JK, rough s*x, angry s'x, dom!Jungkook, sub!reader, using of rope and tape, punishment, he makes you orgasm while driving☠️, overstimulation, reader is stubborn, chasing, clit biting, licking, spanking like for once, oral (f. receiving), Jungkook has bigd'ck energy and also has it, also he is over possessive and protective towards reader, crying out from pleasure and some creepy old man, UNEDITED.

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“So, want me to show you some good time?” he said quite literally hovering over you as he planted his both arms each sides of you.

You were enjoying your drink in silence a few minutes ago, not literally silence though. You’re at J-hope’s listening party Jack in the box. You knew you were going to invited to the party even though it was limited to only famous artists in the entertainment industry. Talented singers, rappers and even actors were invited.

You on the other hand, played a very much important role in helping Hoseok making this album. You were one of the composers in the production team. You’ve been working for big-hit entertainment, especially for BTS, so you’ve become quite familiar with their group.

So, now you’re standing here, in a black bottom-up coat dress paired with black ankle length lace up pump heel, your black hair cascading over your shoulders, cleavage peeking out from the short dress hugging every curve of your body perfectly, giving it a subtle seductive look while leaving plenty of room for their imagination, a silver chain dangling from your neck.

You swirl the glass of wine in your hand, staring out from the huge glass window. The city lights sparking in the darkness of the night, alluring you in it’s hazardous beauty, you keep you eyes fixed on the mesmerizing city in front of you distracting yourself from the loud beating music coming from behind you.

You were simply minding your own business until you felt a hand on your back. You immediately flinch and jumped away from the wandering hand only then you came face to face with the intruder of your peaceful time.

“My apologies, for making you scared, Miss ___,” he raised an eyebrow tauntingly at you, lopsided grin on his face and the only thing you can think of, is how vulgar he is looking.

He is one of the sponsors, a billionaire businesses man in his 40s, old enough for you but the way his eyes scan your body like a hungry creature, made you feel like you’re naked, made you feel sick to your stomach. Fucking gross!

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Sinclair,” you shrug the uneasiness and tried to act normal. He chew on his bottom lip as he said “I must say, you’re looking hot. A girl as beautiful as you standing here alone! Not fair!”

Seriously? He is staring at you like he can devour you at any time now. You felt filthy under his preying eyes. You want nothing but to run into your boyfriend’s arm and let him hold you. But you can’t do that, not in front of People.

Jungkook loves you, cares for you and he never back down from showing it to you but he is also a celebrity and it is not a very wise decision to show his affection in front of dozen of people let alone announcing his relationship with you, even though he wanted to.

He did suggested that you both should make it official to the whole world and call it out. He wasn’t afraid of showing his love for you to the entire world but you knew it wouldn’t end up well. He is in the peak of his career and announcing he is taken now would people lash out in a very negative way and also when his company isn’t very fond of the idea, you both dropped it. So, now you can’t even go to him for help.

“There’s so much crowd down there so I came here. I’m fine really, don’t worry,” you pull your lips into a straight line, trying to smile but the growing uneasiness evident in your body language.

“Oh honey! I’m sure you’re feeling bored alone here, don’t you? Come on, let me show you some good time,” he leaned towards you and his hand shot up directly on your ass. You got startled by the sudden move from his side. Anger seeping from your eyes as you hardened your eyes, glaring at him hard and just when you go to yank his hand away from you, Jungkook stepped in and grabbed his hand, pulling him away from you.

He stumbled at the force but Jungkook hold him by his arm, preventing him from landing straight on his ass “can’t you see how uncomfortable she is? And who the fuck gave you permission to touch her?” Jungkook seethes at him as his body consumes with anger, you can see the muscles of his body tensing up beneath his black t-shirt.

That old geezer tried to wiggle out from his grip but miserably failed, Jungkook still hold him with a death grip on his arm. “Oh! Is she your girlfriend? Or a new play toy? Possessive enough baby boy? How about the media comes to know about this secret affair of yours? Huh?” he tauntingly said that to Jungkook, laughing at his face.

But Jungkook was having none of it, he push him on the floor and he dropped on his ass, groaning like a little child in pain. Jungkook hovered over him, his eyes throwing daggers in his way “And how about your dirty little secrets made it to the headlines of tomorrow’s news? You’d like that huh? Sinclair?”

He eyes goes wide with shock and fear as he shallow the lump in his throat, trying to grasp the fact that Jungkook knew about him. “I’ll fucking destroy you, YOU GET THAT? And that little bitch-,“

He doesn’t take that anymore as he plunge his boot covered feet straight on his face, knocked his air out of his lungs and blood covered his mouth. “I fucking dare you to say that! I fucking dare you to complete that sentence! I FUCKING DARE YOU TO CALL HER THAT AGAIN!,” he screamed at him but before he can land another kick on his weak body you grab him by his hand and pulled him out of there. You don’t want any scene here so you left. “Jungkook, let’s go,”

You force him to walk behind you throw the crowd, people glancing at you with confusion on their face. You spot Hoseok and quickly bid your goodbye as you make it to the car.

Jungkook didn’t resist, let you pull him out of the party as you both settled in the car. You were breathing hard so as Jungkook. You didn’t know what just happened or what was about to happen. You heart was beating so faster that you can feel it in your throat. Then without another word, he started the engine, pulling his car out of the parking lot, heading towards his house.

When the silence became too much, you spoke “Jungkook, what would happen now? I-I mean he is influential, what if he-,“ you whispered those words out of your mouth as your eyes got watery.

“Are you saying that I should sit back and watch him touching what’s mine? Kept my mouth shut as he assault my girlfriend? Let that fucking sick bastard grab your ass!?,”

You teared up this time as you let out a shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears at bay “No, i-I –,” your voice cracked and you cringe at that.

“Spread you legs ____,”

You eyes shot up to his face at his demanding tone. You’re confused why is he saying that? He can’t be serious!

“____ don’t make me repeat myself. SPREAD.YOUR.FUCKING.LEGS,” he growled as he ordered you. Warmth spread through your cheeks as you shallow the lump in your throat. Then slowly spreading your legs as he demanded from you. Trying to steady your breath as you open your legs as wide as possible.

There are people on the street but you don’t think they’ll be able to see what’s going on inside of the car since it’s moving but that’s the thing. Jungkook is fucking driving and why the fuck he wants you to spread your legs? The thrill of the moment already turning you on and making a pool of arousal coming out of you.

He grabbed your black thong in an instant, pulling on it harshly as it shred to the pieces and making you sit closer to him. You let out a whimper at his harshness.

He didn’t divert his eyes from the road, solely forcing on it but his hand travel towards you pussy as he land a harsh slap on it.

The friction makes you moan out his name and you arch your back, making you dress hike up to your hips. Your glistening pussy is now clearly visible to his eyes.

Without wasting time, he slides his finger over your clit sliding them down then plunging them inside of you “You’re fucking dripping. It turns you on seeing me like that, didn’t it?,” he asked through gritted teeth.

Your mind was spinning so hard that you can’t even focus whatever he was saying. After gathering your arousal, he slide them up to your clit and started massaging it in a circular motion and you arch your back more. The feel of his finger so good on your pussy. You throw your head back, getting lost in the pleasure.

He kept circling it nice and slow, pinching it occasionally making you whimper “Gonna remind you how good my cock makes you feel, baby,” he growl through gritted teeth, lust dripping from them.

You moan out his name when he hit that particular spot and his pace sped up “Fuck, oh God, Yes!,”

He kept abusing your clit, rubbing it vigorously as you bend your legs and bring them up to the seat, spreading your legs wider for him.

“Fuck, ____, I’m going to rip that pussy apart- just you wait,” his jaw clenches so hard that you thought it was going to break then he sped up the speed of the car, overtaking the car in front of you.

You gasped when you saw how fast he was driving, panicking as your breath hitched, your eyes goes wide but Jungkook’s hand only fasten on your pussy, rubbing it fast and hard.

Adrenaline shot through your veins and you’re gasping for air. The thrill and the fear making everything more intense, knowing that it might lead to a accident but still can’t able to stop him from touching you.

You can let him do anything he wants with you.

The knot in your stomach was ready to explode in any second then he slide his finger down and put them in, you clench around his finger as he pump them in and out.

“Ah- Jungkook!,” your eyes rolls back and you arch your back, your hand goes to your tits kneading it. Your thighs started shaking, every muscle in your body tenses. He glances at your direction for a mili-seconds and nearly loses his control.

Your legs were spread apart, your hand fondling your tits as your hips push into his hand grinding on it. Fuck!

He quickly calm his composure, reminding himself that he is still driving.

His fingers again goes back to your clit, rubbing it in a faster pace and you cry out from the intensity of it, you clench around nothing as you grind on his fingers, riding it. Your orgasm break through your body as you squeeze your eyes shut, your hips automatically goes up. Jungkook kept rubbing you as he curse under his breath.

“Oh, fuck! Ah, Jungkook!,” you moan as you ride his fingers, Your vision got blurred as you try to stable your breath but then a loud horn piercing your ears, you shot your eyes forward at the direction of the noise as you see a car coming at your direction and just as you thought it’s going to crush with your car Jungkook turn the car at the other direction, avoiding the accident. The car goes unbalanced for a second but he managed it soon.

Your eyes were going to came out of your socket, you suck in your breath as you tried to grasp the fact that you were so close to death. Your heart was racing, you were terrified.

Then the car came to a halt means you’ve reached home. You hurriedly loose the seat belt as you ready yourself to jump out of the car. You can sense Jungkook fuming with rage beside you and you’re afraid what’s his next move going to be.

Not only it makes you feel excited, you wanted to see how far you can push him. He likes it when you run away from him and you likes it when he chases after you.

Before you step out the car, you glances over Jungkook and seeing him sucking and licking his finger cleaning your essence from them while looking at you intensely. You gulp at the scenario.

“You can run if you want but, if I catch you I’ll make it sure that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he warned you with a low voice but you’re already spinning out of the car and running towards his house.

The mansion he has built is huge, you still couldn’t find out the purpose behind it. You run for the front door, leaving it open you fled towards the room you and Jungkook shares which is on the second floor.

This time you locked the door behind you as you stay still in the darkness, doesn’t bother to switch on any of the lights. Your senses heightens with time as you hear some footsteps coming from the outside, heart beating so fast you felt it in your throat.

You quickly dodge the bed, hiding behind it as you wait for further movements. You heard the door lock clicking and you thought how stupid you’re to lock it behind, of course he would know!

But it’s not that bad, you want him to find you. Sometimes stupid decisions leads to blissful results.

The door opened and you heard clicking of the boots on the marble floor. Your heart sunk in your ribcage, swelling with excitement, you know you’re soaking wet.

“____, come out now then maybe I’ll be a little bit less rough,” your growl, his voice becoming close with every minute. You tried to calm your senses and slow down your breathing but it was no use. You are quite literally panting at this point.

“I can hear your breathing, I know you’re here baby, I know,” a deep chuckle come out from his mouth and you wouldn’t dare to move. You just stilled on your spot, waiting.

Then suddenly a hand pulled you out of your hideaway, tugging your hands as you land on his hard chest, gasping for air. You see him smile wickedly at you before throwing you on the bed, you groan from the force.

He kneels on the bed, hovering over your body as he tore your dress along with your bra, leaving you bare under him. Devouring your body with his hungry eyes he grab both of your arms, then you feel something rough gliding around each of them. Your breath lodges in your throat when you come to the realization of what he was doing. Before you can cry out, he taped your mouth shut.

You come to the realization that your arms are above tied to the headboard with thick rope, completely naked when he is still fully clothed. You can’t move, you struggle against that but it goes into vain.

His thick thighs trapped you into a firm hold, his hooded eyes piercing through your soul.

“What did I told you, baby?,” his asks, his deep voice barely above a whisper, you panicked under his gaze and his threat.

You did remember what he told you.

He plant his hands on your hips and roughly pins then to the bed. Electric shocks travels from his body to yours, the feeling making you tremble beneath his calloused hands.

You squirms under him, tugging at the rope but only succeed in rubbing the raw skin. You don’t want to be tied, you want to touch him.

You scream with frustration, attempting to free yourself. He laughs at your attempts, the rich sound of his amusement burn your skin.

You still, huffing and puffing against the tape, your hair is disarray with several tendrils scattered across your face and constructing his view.

Gently, he brushes the tendrils out of your face, tenderness in his touch.

“Fascinating that you have yet to learn after so many years, I always keep my promises,” then he smiles at you viciously.

You shout under the tape, they’re muffled. Your frustration reach it’s peak when you see he is indeed not going to let you free. A muffled “Fuck, you!,” come out of your mouth.

He grabs your face in his hands roughly, brings his face down into yours. Minty breath and a hint of smoke washes over you.

“keep pissing me off, baby. I do enjoy giving you pain. It’s music to my ear,” you struggle against him, muffled curses spilling from your taped mouth.

And then he chuckles again. “you’ve been a bad girl baby, so I’ve to show you what happens to bad girls,”

Sweat pricks at you hairline and trails down your back. You’re panicking and shaking with fear but the thrill kept you on edge.

Your nipples are tighten into hard peaks. “you’re absolutely mesmerizing, and I’ll be damned if I let any other man have a view of your beauty,”

You are growing frustrated and needy with every second but this asshole doesn’t seem to bother about it.

“Fuck. Off,” you growl again.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he tells you, his voice shadowed with desire and anticipation.

Your fight renews, kicking at him and landing a good kick in his chest. He powers through the kick, pushing back into it and sending painful shockwaves down your legs.

You growl deep in your chest and use both legs putting every bit of force behind them. He snatches both of your feet before you can push him away.

Dammit, you just want to you touch him.

Quickly he works his hands around both ankles, pinning your knees to the bed as he bares your pussy.

You feel rage and helplessness flooding through your body. You scream beneath the tape as his eyes eat up the expenses of your center. It’s not that you don’t trust him, you just don’t want to give in.

The moonlight doesn’t provide enough light for him to see much. He inhales sharply “Fuck, you smell just like always, so fucking sweet.”

He leans and places a gentle kiss on your pelvic bone and you arch your back. Pushing your body into his face further. You’re panting harshly through your nose, imitating a pissed off bull.

You’re the one who instigated him–pushed him when he warned what would happen. Now you’ve to face the consequences.

Another soft kiss, an inch above your clit. You can’t stop the whimper that releases from your mouth, muffled.

He heard it loud and clear which makes him smile against your skin. You shudder beneath his touch, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive area. Your knees jerk inwards, another useless attempt to close your legs.

Then you feel a stubborn tear slips free as his teeth scraps against your mound. You scream from the sensation, hot and bothered. Your pussy is still sensitive from the previous orgasm as you thrash against the feeling only for your body to jerk right back into his mouth.

You gasp, feeling far more than his teeth this time. His tongue slides against your clit, a feral groan releasing from his throat as he tastes you. Uncontrollably, your eyes roll and your head kicks back as the most delicious feeling evolves you.

“Fuck,” he growls against you, the vibration forcing you to suck in a deep breath. “you’re so fucking wet,” he rasps. You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of your throbbing pussy from his words and the attention he’s giving you. You can smell your own arousal, feeling the juices sliding down your asscheeks.

You shake from the intensity as he licks the entirety of your slit, his tongue moving leisurely all the way up to bundle of nerves before he sucks your clit between his teeth and clamp down.

You scream from both fright and bliss. His bite is hard enough to send a wave of pain scattering across your clit but not hand enough to truly hurt you. He pulls his head away slowly, your clit dragging between his teeth until it slips free, a burning sensation radiating from the bud. You try to wriggle away, but all it does is cause him to slide his hands behind your knees and forcefully push them back to your ears.

You squeeze your eyes shut again, another traitorous tear slipping free as you thrash against your bonds, desperate to slip free. In this position, you’re far more exposed and vulnerable to him. Whimper coming out of your mouth as you tried to convince him in untie your hands but he was taking none of it.

But just as it always does, the thrill of danger and restriction sends an uncomfortable feeling straight to your core.

He has your body curled so far inward, your ass is no longer on the bed. As if you wasn’t already embarrassed enough, you feel your arousal sliding down your stomach. He growls, noting the desire flooding from your entrance. you can feel his body tightening with need, power rippling through his body. He doesn’t waste any more time bringing his mouth back to your pussy and sucking your clit back into his mouth.

You jerk, the pleasure renewed as he tugs and sucks at your bud. He doesn’t lick you again, refusing to use his tongue against you—only his teeth. Asshole.

Every time you move, he clamps harder. So you force yourself to stiffen, but the pressure doesn’t lessen. If anything, it only heightens until sharp pain is sluicing from your clit. you squeal from the sting, screaming muffled curses at him through the tape. And just when it becomes too much, he lets go. You pant through the relief and the lingering pain, you clit throbbing and sore.

But he doesn’t allow you to suffer for long. His middle finger slides inside of you, curling to hit that sweet spot. Your hips buck against his hand, a different type of pleasure swelling inside of you. A bliss that stings and burns but yet, feels fucking incredible.

“Did that hurt?” he asks softly, tilting his head as he watches his finger slide in and out of you, juices collecting in the palm of his hand.

Yes, you fucking asshole!

Now that one of your legs is free, you’re tempted to drive your foot into his face. But the reminder of that bite keeps your legs still. So you just fume silently, glaring holes into him. The anger feels like it’s burning you from the inside out.

He hums, disappointed by your silence. Leaning down, he captures the abused nub between his teeth, sucking in but keeping his bite minimal. Combined with his finger curling up to hit that spot, you can no longer breathe. Pleasure seizing all of your senses. You know you’re close.

Gently, he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive flesh. Over and over until it drives you mad with both the need for more and the need to kick him.

“Remember this, baby,” he murmurs in between nips. “Remember that the more you show stubbornness, the more it’ll cause you pain.” Another sharp nip. Your hips jerk away, but the action is futile. “How about I slide my tongue inside of this sweet little pussy – or my cock – I bet you’d love that, hmm?”

you know what he is doing, he want you to give in – beg for him but you aren’t going to give it that easily, not yet.

You fight against the part of you that wants to beg for more. A part that has found a voice and is trying to break free. Take over and give in to this man so you both can find relief. you thrash against it, entering a silent battlefield and trying to hold back as much as you can.

But then he withdraws his finger to the very tip, swiping his finger along your entrance, and when he sinks back inside you, he adds two more fingers. your eyes roll as he stretches you, caressing that sweet spot over and over while his teeth bite into your clit anew.

The side of you wins while you watch helplessly as your body renews its struggle. But this time, you’re shamefully grinding yourself against him, no longer restraining yourself. He’s not giving you what you body has begun to crave— to need—in order to assuage the pleasure building deep in your belly. He continues to scour your clit with his teeth. Nipping and biting, but refusing to give you his tongue.

“Asshole! Untie. My. Hands!” you screech against the tape. The answering smile against your pussy is evident that he heard you. Giving into the anger, you kick your leg out with unrestrained force. He dodges the kick by a mere inch. A feral growl tears from his chest, and he pushes your knee back down with bruising force. The sound wasn’t of desire like before—but anger. And you cant deny the fact that how sexy that growl was Or how hard your pussy pulsed in response.

But – you’re not going to confess that.

He tightens his grip to a punishing hold. Tomorrow, you’ll have handprints on the underside of your thighs. “What did you learn, baby?” he taunts, blowing hot breath directly onto your clit. you growl, another frustrated tear leaking down your temple and into your hairline.

“To not being a stubborn brat, right?” ” he asks, darting out his tongue for a sharp lick. It’s there and gone before you can get any satisfaction from it. You shout at him some more until he finally reaches up and rips the tape from your mouth. You curse against the flaring pain in your face, and then keep cursing now that he can finally fucking hear you.

“You fucking asshole –“ your tangent is cut short due to another painful bite to your clit.

“Try again.” You heave, trying to calm yourself down but failing.

“Probably,” you grind out through gritted teeth. He chuckles, a musical sound so dark. He nips at you again, but this one lighter and more playful.

“Do you understand what’s going to happen from now on when you do?” you clamp your mouth shut, refusing to answer such a stupid question. You understand perfectly what’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of listening.

In response to your nonverbal answer, he withdraws his fingers, leaving you bereft. But before you can complain, he licks you again, this time slower and more languid. He flattens his tongue and licks you from the bottom up, going particularly slow over your pulsating clit. Your eyes close against the sensation, a breath whooshing from your throat. There’s no stopping the shivers that encase your spine. No stopping the bliss radiating from where his tongue laps up your cunt. You arch your back, growling from how easily your body turns to jello beneath his unfairly skilled tongue.

But just as you start to grind against his mouth, shamefully and unabashedly, he stops. “Do. you. Understand?” he asks again, his tone lilted with superiority.

A frustrated sob works its way up your throat, but you swallow it back down. It takes several swallows before you feel confident to speak levelly, though the words taste like battery acid on your tongue. “Loud and clear, baby boy.”

A dark chuckle skitters across your core, and you’re ashamed of how your body responds. your ass curves towards his mouth without permission, seeking what it needs. His tongue dives into your pussy, licking inside of you with ravenous strokes.

A cry leaves my lips, breathless and embarrassingly loud.

The pressure builds as he finally does what you’ve been silently begging for. His tongue swirls up to your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, paying special attention to the abused bud before dipping lower again and spearing the muscle inside of your pussy. Cries of pleasure echo throughout the room, and now you regret the tape ever leaving your mouth. Because you don’t want him to hear what he’s doing to you, but you can’t seem to contain yourself either.

You suck in a sharp breath, a strangled cry escaping as your body falls over the edge. He plunges two fingers inside you just as you do, and the bliss is catastrophic. you no longer care to hold back the sharp screams, nor do you stop your thighs from clamping his head firmly between them.

He can die by drowning in your pussy.

“Beg for it.” He says from between your thighs, sending vibration through out your core. This time you didn’t hesitate, you beg for it.

“Please, Jungkook, let me come,” he growl at your desperation.

Moans wrack from your throat, and you feel his answering groan. His hands clutch your thighs, prying them apart just enough to continue to lap at your throbbing cunt, riding out the orgasm for longer than your body can handle.

He rips his mouth away and crawls up your body while continuing to fuck you with his fingers. You’re still delirious, your mouth still parted as you continue to moan. So, when he pinches your cheeks, holding your mouth open, you hardly care. His fingers feel too good.

His mouth skates over your lips once before you watch a trail of saliva drip from his mouth into yours “Swallow your juices,” he rasps. And you do. your throat works as the unique taste blooms across your tongue. He growls deep in his chest before he crushes his lips to yours.

His tongue dives into your mouth, swirling with your own. Both of your tongue crashes with each other, then dragging your bottom lip with his teeth, you can feel the cold metal on his lips, that fucking piercing of his. You trap it in between your teeth and pull into it, dragging it further and slowly letting it go.

Time ceases to exist as he kisses you until your lips are bruised, At one point, he withdrew his fingers and cupped your face with his hands almost sweetly. A stark contrast to how he was abusing your clit just a second ago.

Your whole body is shacking from the aftershocks of your orgasm, you saw him untying your hand and as soon as he did, your upper body go limp as you fall back on the bed. You let your eye close to give yourself some time and catch your breath which you desperately needs, but before you can have it, you’re already on your stomach. You realize Jungkook flips you as he holds your hands above your head this time with his own hands.

Then he is yanking your head back, Tears prick your eyes from the force of him holding your hair. Burning, just like the inferno of ire and lust in his eyes.

“You sound so sweet when you beg for me,”

“Fuck off,” you don’t know why you’re being so much rebellious but if this is how it turns out to be, you don’t mind. A harsh slap lands on your asscheeck, leaving a burning sensation behind.

“Keep up the bad girl act and I’ll fuck so hard you’ll feel me between your legs for the rest of your life, if not you already did.” He hisses in your ears, then biting on it.

His hand slides up to your neck, tightening his hold around it as your vision get blur from the lack of oxygen. He slams his cock inside you, knocking your breath out. You jerk forward as his balls slapping against the sensitive nub. You choke on your words, this angle allowing him in far deeper. you arch your back and dig your nails into the mattress, clawing at the bedsheet as he relentlessly pounds into you.

He grabs your hair and snaps your head back to the side roughly as his lips comes to your mouth dangerously close, his lips brushing against yours “You want to come all over my cock, baby?”

You nod your head frantically. He smiles in response. “Have you been my good little girl?” Another wobbly nod. “Then fucking say it, ____.”

You clench around him when you hear your full name spoken in his gravelly tenor. “I’m your good little girl,” you breathe, too far gone to feel anything but blinding lust. He molds his front to your back, spearing through your tightening pussy. The hand on your neck squeezes it tightly while his other palm splays across your flat stomach, reaching your throbbing clit.

You cry out from the intensity as his image blurs and your eyes rolls and the tsunami wave finally crashes through you. You scream so loud, moaning as Jungkook's name spills from your lips on a neurotic chant as your entire world combusts into tiny pieces.

“Tell me baby, who this pussy belongs to?” he asks while keep slamming into you, help you riding out your orgasm.

“You – oh fuck!” your head spins around as tears slipping from your eyes uncontrollably.

“Fuck! That’s it, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight,” Jungkook grinds out. He ends his sentence on a roar, his hips shuddering as he slams into you one last time, filling you with his seed until you can no longer fit anymore inside of you.

you feel your combined juices pour down your thighs, as you’re left panting and breathless under him. your body convulses from the aftershocks, even after you come down from the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had.

Jungkook flips on the other side and you crashed on the bed, no longer able to hold your body. He then slips his hands around your waist, pull you on his chest and held you tight. You felt the warmth radiating from his body.

After some minute of silence, you speak “I didn’t mean that, I was just worried when he said that. I-I –“ your voice is raspy from all the screaming.

“Baby, I’ll always protect you, will always be there for you even if the world goes against you. If it’s you vs. the world, I’ll choose you and if it’s us vs. the world, I’ll gladly watch the world burn to the ashes as long as you’re with me.” A new pair of tears come back to your eyes as you feel your eyes burn.

“I’ll chase you even in your after life, to the heaven or hell, I’ll go wherever you’ll be.” If you wasn’t so exhausted and fucking emotional, You sure would cringe from those words but now, it makes you feel happy, makes you feel …. Whole.

He plant a kiss on the side of your forehead as he scramble through the sheets and stand on the floor.

“Come on, Let’s take a shower,” as he walks towards the bathroom, his ass perfectly visible for your eyes to droll over them but you’re sick tired to do so.

But when you tried to do the same, you felt a sharp pain eating every part of your body – especially your legs – they felt like jelly. You land on your ass on the bed, hisses from the pain as a whimper tear through your mouth and Jungkook laughs at that.

Asshole!

“I told you baby, I keep my promises, always.” You glare at him hard as he ignored your murderous gaze, lifts you up as he walks towards the bathroom.

“Jungkook?”

“Yes, baby?” he looks at you with all the love in the world and you melt under his gaze.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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