I. Legend Of The Lamp (m) Jjk

i. legend of the lamp (m) – jjk

➺ pairing: genie!jungkook x female reader

➺ genres/tropes: fluff; humor; smut; fantasy au; magic au; strangers to lovers

➺ warning/content tags:18+; explicit sexual content: female masturbation (solo shower time activities, pro anal enthusiast y/n she wants it SOO bad but is very deep in denial); underwater sexual activities plz do not attempt at home you might drown (kissing, fingering, multiple orgasms, boob kink jeon makes his debut, he likes to bite and make it hurt but he also likes to kiss it better); sex in public (jungkook is an exhibitionist freak, y/n and jungkook give the ‘mile high’ club a new meaning, very mild food play, mean cocky jungkook shows up as expected, jjk’s dirty talk is UNMATCHED, gross nasty jeon with the spit/licking kink, overstimulation, orgasm denial, the slightest bit of breath play/choking kink, impregnation kink is mentioned, possessive attention whore jungkook); sloppy cunnilingus with too much teeth tbh, finger fucking, there’s almost fisting but they both wimped out— there’s always next time tho ;), forced orgasms, big dick hung like a fucking stallion jeon jungkook, unprotected sex but its fine cuz koo is a genie with fetus deletus powers, spanking, soft dom jk who degrades y/n like a CHAMP if it were a contest he would be winning a gold medal for it, jungkook likes to punish y/n until she can’t even think straight, standing up sex courtesy of strength demon jeon, praise thirsty competitive af constantly wanting validation jungkook, they both have a size kink let’s be real, reader has a strength kink throughout this entire fic she just wants to be manhandled and thrown around like she’s jungkook’s pretty sex doll, soft passionate sex, creampie, lovely aftercare from our cleaning fairy koo

➺ word count: 23k semi-edited but im too tired to actually do it properly :(

➺ summary: Jungkook has been serving his time as a genie for the last 2000 years, unfortunately stuck in a lamp for the last 200 years before he is woken from his slumber by a beautiful woman who somehow activates his lamp while making a wish that ends up letting him out. After eons of having to bend over backwards to make the desires of evil individuals from power hungry dictators to spoiled princesses come into fruition, he’s updated his contract to be more choosy over who the lamp allows to be his master. It comes to his great surprise that this woman was able to make the lamp work and that she only yearns to be loved and no longer be lonely. But all of the wishes he grants now have time constraints, another caveat he added to the contract, and he wonders what life would be like if he had never made that stupid rule. Because, as the week progresses, he finds himself falling deeper and deeper into her spell, pondering what it would be like if he never had to stop playing the role of her man. 

➺ author’s note: Sorry for disappearing after announcing a fic, I had a health scare which kind of had the domino effect of making me have a really shitty three weeks regarding my education and future and pulling me into a depressive episode (which yea turns out can be firmly blamed on the medication I’ve been taking because its a possible side effect). It’s been a mess and a half but, I’m here, the fic’s here (or half of it anyways). I hope you all enjoy it and leave some love 💕 Also, if I had known that all of that shit would’ve happened, I would’ve posted part one a lot longer ago, since you all know I had finished writing it a while back. I just kept holding out hope that I would be able to finish the entire fic in time but life got in the way of that. I hope that y’all don’t hold that against me too much! Part two will drop after Jimin’s birthday fic drop so I don’t fuck up that deadline as well! I’m under a lot of pressure as one of the hosts of his birthday collaboration. Please, please, please leave feedback for this story. Since it’s a two shot, your feedback is absolutely critical in helping my self-esteem about the direction of the story and flowing my creative juices for writing part two! 

This fic is a part of Namkook’s Moonrise Masquerade! Banner made by @kimtaehyunq​. Beta-read by @jimilter​ (miss girl helped out with the content warnings too we love her!), @ressjeon​, and @amourtae​ the lovely angels❣️

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synopsis. photographer!jeonghan is one of the best fashion photographer known. Shooting your third photoshoot with him wouldn't have been such a big deal if not for the fact that you have a huge crush on him.

genre. smut, photographer!jeonghan au

word count. 7.6k

warnings. mutual pinning, oral sex, top!jeonghan, rough sex (in general)

author's note. bdjdb the photographer x model idea was supposedly for members who like photography but as I wrote I realised that it kinda matched jeonghan's personality!

Yoon Jeonghan was the cream of the crop. His photos flew off the shelves whenever he did spreads, for he could make anyone in front of his lens look incredible, and that was without heavily photoshopping or editing their appearance. Both male and female models clamored to be in sessions with him, but his popularity made scheduling a nightmare. Fortunately for you, though, Jeonghan had a tendency to be easier to book if one just so happened to be in his favor, and you were.

Why?

Because Jeonghan loved a challenge.

Not only was Jeonghan insanely talented, but he was serious eye-candy and he knew it. It annoyed him if models were only interested in working with him with the intent to get into his pants. Models who drooled all over him or tried to cater to his ego were given the cold shoulder.

You’d picked right up on the fact that Jeonghan wanted to be challenged during your very first session when you had questioned a pose he wanted you to do. It quickly escalated into an all-out argument and when you didn’t back down, he’d given you that evil serpentine grin and had chucked you under the chin as he told you, “Refreshing to meet a model like you.”

From there on, you’d been able to book him twice more, a few months apart, and even though he was downright insufferable to work with, the photos always turned out phenomenal. The two previous times, you received more phone calls and offers after the magazines hit the shelves, so you booked a third one once your schedule had a lull in it.

It was the early part of the year and Valentine’s Day was right around the corner, so you’d discussed doing some romantic shots to present to a few different potential clients. You and Jeonghan had worked with a designer to choose your outfits and makeup. You’d decided to go simple this time, no fancy sets, just you and a plain background to put you in the center focus. It wouldn’t have been abnormal but for one change this time.

You’d decided to do lingerie this time.

Which, of course you had no issue with since you were damned proud of your body. However, being in lingerie in front of arguably the most handsome man you’d ever met presented a unique problem. You were a dyed in the wool professional, but the very thought of allowing him to see you in clothing purely for the purpose of seduction was…slightly worrying. You’d of course changed in front of Jeonghan during the previous shoots, but his back had often been turned as he worked on the camera or the lighting. This session would be your first with him snapping photos of you in it. You told yourself not to overthink it. Despite his irritating personality, Jeonghan too was a consummate professional.

Or so you hoped.

And there was one last thing that was special about this third session: Jeonghan had requested he do your makeup himself rather than one of the makeup artists. You found it a bit odd, but not enough to protest. He must have had something so specific in mind that he didn’t feel like instructing the artist what he wanted. You agreed and the date was set.

Jeonghan had one of those fancy lofts downtown for his photography studio, and you actually didn’t mind. You enjoyed the added intimacy instead of shooting on one of the sets you rented. You had all your pretty outfits neatly wrapped in a suit bag and a small duffel with the shoes inside as well as you rode the elevator to the top floor. The doors parted and you walked inside to find the master prepping the background for your arrival.

Jeonghan stood at around 5’10’’ or so with chocolate brown hair that was slicked back, sharp cheekbones, a gorgeous jaw line, pale skin, and brown eyes he loved to aim at you to stare into your soul. He had the build of an athlete —long, lean muscles that spoke of athleticism and agility.

He dressed impeccably out in the world, but during his sessions, he always wore a dress shirt and slacks, no tie, his sleeves rolled up over those gorgeous forearms, a button or two undone at his throat, revealing that swan-like neck that you wouldn’t mind planting hickeys all over if given the chance. As if all that weren’t bad enough, it was topped off with an angelic voice that made you want to melt into a puddle every time you heard it, even when he was annoying you to death.

“You’re early,” Jeonghan sniffed, narrowing his eyes at you. “I’ve always hated that about you.”

You grinned up at him. “Good evening to you too, Jeonghan. How was your day?”

He rolled his eyes and pointed to the hallway. “Scoot that pretty arse of yours to the bathroom. There should be some makeup wipes already waiting for you.”

“Love a man with manners,” you hummed after hanging your items on the rolling rack in front of the background. He loosened a terrible growl in your direction that made you chuckle as you waltzed towards the bathroom.

You went inside, washed your face, removed your lingering eye liner, and then dried it, making sure there were no further traces of anything on your skin. Jeonghan had an enormous makeup kit already open with plenty of brushes, sponges, and other miscellaneous items that you were used to by now. He’d apply all of your base makeup and then depending on the outfit, he may switch up your lipstick shade and eye shadow. One thing you’d quickly learned was he changed his mind spur of the moment, but had excellent intuition.

He arrived a moment or two later, tilting your chin up and examined you closely without saying anything for several seconds, but you were used to it by now. You didn’t mind dispensing with small talk, after all.

Jeonghan started with foundation, then some press powder. He lined your eyes and then added a gorgeous mix of bright shades over the lids. He added a nice matte pink to your lips and piled your hair into an artfully messy high ponytail. Once he finished, you followed him back to the main area.

“Which outfit do you want to start with?” you asked, pulling off your t-shirt.

“The Chanel suit,” Jeonghan said as he unzipped the bag for you. You slid into the pants, but he surprised you by handing you the jacket next.

“What about the blouse?”

“I want to try it without it first.”

You put the jacket on and started to do both buttons, but he smacked your hand away from the second button. You frowned up at him, but he gave you an impatient look. “Your body is magnificent. We need to tease the viewer with just a peek.”

You snorted softly as you stepped into the black platform heels. “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?”

Jeonghan clucked his tongue. “How ghastly. Comparing yourself to a cow. Clearly, you are a peacock.”

You shot him a narrow look. “Then I’m in good company, because you’re just a cock in general.”

Jeonghan chuckled. “That sharp tongue is bound to get you in trouble someday, love. You ought to mind it.”

You strode over to the stool centered in the middle of the white draped background, not hiding your haughty tone as you sat. “Take your own advice.”

“I never do,” he mused. “Alright, love, let’s get started.”

You waited patiently as he adjusted the lighting until he was satisfied, then prepped the camera. “Now then, prop your left leg up, let the other dangle. Cross your wrists on your left knee. Tilt your head slightly to the right. That’s it.”

He snapped away. “Move your hair over one shoulder, same pose. Good.”

Jeonghan moved the camera forward a bit. “Legs spread, hands back against the stool cushion behind you.”

You lifted an eyebrow slightly as you obeyed. “This isn’t too come hither, is it?”

“There is a fine line between being vulgar and being a tease,” Jeonghan assured you. “And I would know. Trust me, it’s just right.”

He flicked his finger. “Stand up and place your hands on the stool, lean forward, but not all the way. There, that’s it.”

Jeonghan frowned a bit. “Hmm…give me a little more to work with in your expression. I need coy, playful.”

You adjusted your face. “That’s the one, perfect.”

He swooped by and did a quick blot of pressed powder to prevent any shine from showing up on your face and then returned to the camera. “I need a smirk, just a little one. Good.”

Jeonghan beckoned a finger to show you how they’d turned out. You had to admit you agreed with his choice to ditch the blouse. The jacket hid just enough of your cleavage, but still provided a tantalizing peek at your breasts and tummy. The color contrast of the bright accents worked well with the black suit and your hints of bare skin. “Wow, these are nice.”

“Nice?” he scoffed. “You haven’t looked that bloody good in your whole life.”

You smacked his arm. Jeonghan grinned and nodded towards the rolling rack. “The milkmaid dress and the parasol next.”

You grumbled rude things about him under your breath as you slipped out of the suit and into the red-and-black plaid dress and its black corset. “Can you tie this for me?”

Jeonghan stepped up behind you. His cologne gently wafted over you. You bit your lip and fought to keep your lashes from shuttering closed. He smelled divine. His velvet voice crawled into your left ear. “What’s the magic word, love?”

You angled your head to one side enough to glare. “No commission.”

Jeonghan laughed and obliged you, tying the corset closed. “You don’t have the nerve to stiff me, love.”

You scowled as you followed him back to the bathroom for him to redo your makeup. “Wanna bet?”

“I don’t need the wager.”

You rolled your eyes and plopped down in the seat. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not scared of you.”

“Is that right?” he purred. You heard a sharp click and glanced up to see he’d shut the bathroom door with the heel of his foot.

And then locked it.

His lashes lowered over his gleaming eyes as he sauntered over to you with that smooth gait. You felt a little flutter in your heart, but stamped it down. Instead, you coolly crossed your arms and legs, lifting your chin in defiance as he appeared behind you in his vanity mirror.

“I do have you all to myself, you know,” Jeonghan said, lightly running his fingertips down your upper arms. “This loft is well insulated.”

He bent towards your ear, brushing a stray lock of hair out of the way as he murmured, “No one would hear you scream, my darling.”

You faced him squarely, only inches away, close enough to smell the mint on his breath. “And no one would hear me dragging your corpse to the window to drop it into the dumpster, love.”

He beamed at you. “Oh, that tongue of yours.”

Jeonghan scooped up a makeup removal cloth and gently cleaned off the lipstick and eye shadow, this time giving you a good smoky eye and scarlet lipstick. He freed your hair from the high ponytail and blow dried it lightly to get it to a fluffier texture. When he was done, he smoothed those long fingers through it and you found yourself resisting the urge to purr like a kitten. There was just something so nice about a man running his fingers through your hair. You had been quite busy with work and hadn’t gone on a date recently.

“It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it?”

You blinked up at him. “Hmm?”

“Being alone with a man.”

You glanced about in an exaggerated manner. “Why? Do you see one somewhere?”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “Denial is childish.”

“Hey, I don’t pry into your social life,” you said, scowling up at him. “And you have no idea what my private life is like. It could be downright rollicking for all you know.”

“If it were, you wouldn’t be here.”

You stood and dusted off your dress, following him back to the main room. “Excuse me?”

“It’s Friday night,” Jeonghan said, but this time he stopped in the kitchen, not the den. “You aren't wrapped in the arms of some handsome dude; instead you are with me, taking pictures.”

“And? Since when does having a good work ethic mean I have no life?”

Jeonghan brought two glasses down and then headed to the nifty wine cabinet at the end of the counter. This caused him to bend over. You didn’t bother glancing away; if he was going to pass judgment and annoy you, might as well enjoy the view. “Most models opt for weekdays, mornings, that sort of thing. You’re avoiding the Friday night scene by being with me, are you not?”

“And what about you? Don’t you also have no life by being with me on a Friday night?”

Jeonghan poured red wine into each glass, a fairly decent amount, and then strolled over to you. “Ah, but you see, it is a double standard, I am afraid. You’re here with a photographer.”

He offered you the glass, smirking. “And I have a supermodel in my loft.”

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the millionth time. “I’m a model, not a supermodel. You know damn well there is a difference.”

“Not enough to matter. Bottoms up.”

“I don’t drink on the job.”

“It’s only me here.”

You eyed him. “Jeonghan, are you trying to get me drunk?”

“This wine costs a hundred pounds a bottle, love,” he mused. “You’re not getting more than half a glass unless you take off your panties or something.”

You snatched the glass as he laughed heartily at the blush creeping up your neck. You took a healthy sip. Well, he was irritating but he did have good taste in wine. It had a nice aroma and a fruity taste, but not too sweet. “Well, if it’s so precious, why share it with me?”

“I am your host,” he sniffed, beckoning you back towards the photo area. “Hospitality is owed.”

“I’m sure whatever victim you’ve invited over after I leave will be sad to see my lipstick marks on the glass.”

“Bold of you to assume that the victim will not be you.”

You scoffed. “Oh, please, Jeonghan. As if you’re even remotely attracted to me.”

He narrowed his eyes on you. “You presume to tell me who I find attractive?”

You brandished a hand at yourself. “Jeonghan, I’ve taken at least twenty outfits off in front of you since we’ve met. Not once have you tried to sneak a peek.”

He raised his eyes to the ceiling in exasperation. “No wonder you have no life. You do not understand men one single bit.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Just because you have not caught me looking does not mean I do not look.”

You almost swallowed your tongue. You stared at him, open-mouthed, for a few seconds. “W-Well…what, you mean you have snuck looks at me?”

He rummaged through the costume jewelry box as he let out an annoyed sigh. “I am a man, am I not?”

You blushed terribly hard. You really had thought he wasn’t interested since you’d never seen him linger over you in your undies. Maybe he had a point. He walked towards you and motioned for you to turn around. He had a lovely vintage necklace with a large imitation ruby at the center. He slipped it around your neck and you shivered when his fingertips brushed you again. When he didn’t step away, you chewed your lip and mumbled, “Jeonghan?”

“I’m thinking,” he said. “Perhaps we should get you into some thigh highs. Your legs are quite appealing in this outfit.”

You sipped more wine, your cheeks hotter than ever. “I’m game.”

“Very well.” You kicked off the heels and he headed over to one of his costume trunks. He had a variety of accessories and came away with an unopened pair of thigh high stockings. You popped them open and sat down in the nearby chair. You freed them from the little cardboard inside and were about to pull them on when Jeonghan stepped between your legs with a rather wolfish grin.

“If I may?” he asked, feigning innocence.

This could lead somewhere dangerous.

But hell, this was the most fun you’d had all day.

You offered the thigh high stockings to him. Jeonghan sunk onto one knee and propped your foot on his raised thigh. He pulled the stocking over your foot, your ankle, dragging it up your leg towards your thigh. His height kept him from being too level with your open thighs, but you felt goosebumps popping up along your arms as his hand brushed your delicate, sensitive skin. He played it cool for getting the first one on your left leg, but then as he slid it onto the right leg, he let his eyes meet with yours, a secretive smile playing over his lips. Your core throbbed with sudden, vast need. You wondered what he would do if you kissed him right now. But only for a second.

“Much better,” he said, offering a hand. You took it and he pulled you to your feet. You slipped the heels back on and emptied the wine glass in one go before returning to your spot in front of the camera. He handed you the black, lacy parasol and removed the stool. You popped the parasol open and lay it across one shoulder, telling yourself to relax back into work mode.

“Give me a little spin, if you would. Lovely. Right leg forward just a bit. Smile. Good, good, yes. Toss your hair a bit. That’s it. A little smolder. Perfect. Now turn around and glance over your shoulder.”

“Shall we do one from between my legs?” you asked.

“Hmm, actually, yes, let’s try that.” You bent completely over and gave a playful grin from between your stocking-covered legs. It must have looked cute; Jeonghan smiled before he could help it.

“Excellent. Come along, love.” You headed over and checked the shots. You liked these as much as the others; they had a sexy but sweet tone to them. “Now the gown.”

You sent him a challenging look. “Should I go change in the bathroom so you don’t check me out this time?”

Jeonghan stared right back at you. “As if you do not want me to look.”

Oh, that did it. You kept staring straight at him as you reached behind you and untied the corset. Jeonghan’s lips stretched into a smug smirk as he understood the game all at once. You took off the corset and then unzipped the dress, slower than needed, just to mess with him. The cloth slid over your curves and to the floor, leaving you in the black thigh highs, heels, and lingerie.

Jeonghan’s gaze never wavered, but you did notice the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. You smiled sweetly as you chose the white silk gown from the rolling rack and slipped into it. Then you pulled the material up to waist height and peeled the thigh highs off deliberately slowly as well. His face had a light flush to it that you rather liked. You hadn’t thought you’d ever be able to get him hot and bothered, but apparently he wasn’t as unaffected as he liked to pretend.

You nudged the discarded thigh highs aside and slipped into the sandal heels, batting your lashes at him. “Ready.”

“You can be so very wicked when you want,” Jeonghan growled, his voice a bit hoarse.

“Not unlike someone else in this room. Shall we?”

He grunted and you both returned to the bathroom. Once more, he removed the lipstick and eye shadow, this time going for a minimal look. He added a bit of silver and white to your lids, then a rich burgundy lipstick to contrast the white. He piled your hair into a bun and after you’d returned to the studio area, he added a little rose clip.

“Now the trick with this gown is that it’s color changing,” Jeonghan said. “So we’ll do a few shots in white, then activate the color.”

“Got it.” You did a few standard standing poses for him. He ran some warm water into a pitcher and approached you with one of those serpentine grins firmly in place. You placed your hands on your hips and peered up at him. “What’s that look for?”

“I always knew I’d make you wet for me, love.”

You groaned in total annoyance. “I’m going to kill you before we get there.”

Jeonghan leaned in and winked. “As long as I die a little death, love.”

You blushed, your mouth flying open to insult him, but that was the moment he chose to pour the water down the front of your gown, so it just turned into a squeak of alarm. Thankfully, the warm water kept it from being too uncomfortable. The white gown bled very prettily from the top of the bodice towards your hips into the same rich burgundy as your lipstick. Jeonghan poured steadily until he’d changed the entire upper half of it and then stopped, examining you. His head tilted this way and that, his hand cupping his chin as he studied you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Something is missing.”

“Jewelry?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m thinking of a scenario. This outfit is about passion, intrigue, mischief, danger, forbidden desire. I cannot put my finger on it, but you need something else to complete the look.”

Jeonghan straightened. “Ah, that’s it. The look reminds of a runaway bride. Perhaps a daring, utterly charged affair has caused her to flee her past.”

“Okay, I follow you. So what do I need?”

“Smeared lipstick.”

You thought about it. “Hmm, yeah, that would look pretty good. Can I borrow a hand mirror?”

He shook his head again. “No, if you smear it yourself, it will look too artificial. If you would permit me?”

“Knock yourself out. You’re the artist.”

Jeonghan stepped in close. You tilted your head back to allow him access, assuming he’d use his thumb.

He didn’t.

He gripped your hip, stooped, and kissed you passionately.

The kiss was fire. Passion. Lust. Decadence. Heat. He devoured your lips as if they tasted as fine as the wine you’d both shared shortly ago. You were glad you wore a gown; your knees turned to rubber underneath it. He nipped at your lower lip and then dragged his mouth down across your cheek towards your chin. You nearly reached up to grab a handful of that dark hair to bring him back to your lips before you remembered you were supposed to be a semi-professional model.

Jeonghan's breath flared hot over your throat just before he let you go and you swore you heard him whisper, “so sweet” into your neck before he let you go. He straightened, his mouth nearly just as stained as your own, his eyes glittering wickedly. “There. Perfect.”

He withdrew a handkerchief from his slacks and wiped your lipstick from his mouth, casually returning to the camera as if he hadn’t just kissed the living daylights out of you. “Ready?”

“Uh-huh,” you slurred absently as you tried to focus. You completed the poses and then he offered you a towel to dry off for your final piece de resistance.

The lingerie.

Heaven help you.

Thankfully, needing to dry off gave you an alibi to slip into the bathroom and change from the gown into the lingerie. Jeonghan politely left you alone to let you prepare. You hadn’t wanted to go over the top for your first foray into lingerie. You’d chosen a royal purple set with tasteful black lace along the edges. The color was rich and flattered your skin and hair combination. Being a push-up bra helped as well; you felt very buxom and alluring.

He’d also always had a huge array of body glitter, lotions, and other skin care products, so you took the time to carefully moisturize every inch of your skin until it glowed under the lights.

Jeonghan had been kind enough to give you a terry-cloth robe on your way to the bathroom so you wouldn’t be too chilly — after all, the loft had vaulted ceilings and could get cool at times. The makeup he went with a lighter touch, he lined your eyes and added mascara and a light gloss to your lips, and then let your hair down from the bun. By then, the edges had curled a little from being in the bun, giving you a soft, feminine look overall.

“Nothing else?” you asked, a bit surprised.

“Your features are more than enough,” he said simply. “Shall we?”

He opened the door for you and you headed back into the main room. Your heart thudded against your breastbone as you plucked the final pair of heels from your bag and stepped into them. Then you untied the belt from around your waist and opened the robe.

Behind you, Jeonghan inhaled sharply.

Your body flushed all over at the sound. You didn’t turn around; just strode towards the black leather chair he had already placed in the center. You sat sideways across it and arranged your long legs attractively over the arm of the chair, resting your shoulders against the other side. You folded your hand under your chin and draped a hand over one knee, coolly observing Jeonghan's reaction. He licked his lower lip as he glanced you over from head to toe and then cleared his throat. “That’s a good start.”

You pretended you hadn’t heard the huskiness in his voice.

Jeonghan had you rearrange yourself a few times, guiding you the whole time, his wit and teasing suspiciously absent. You almost missed it.

He paused to review the photos you’d taken so far and a displeased look settled onto his face. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“There is still something missing,” he said. “I can't put my finger on it. You need something to nudge it just the slightest bit into scandalous. wlWe need something risqué.”

You paced on your heels, thinking. “Well, there’s a fine line between risqué and sleazy. What about water?”

He shook his head. “No, that would only work if you were in a swimsuit. The look is soft and sexy, but what we want is to turn heads. Something irresistible. Something to excite the senses.”

You snapped your fingers. “I’ve got it. If I were a man, you’d do something like lipstick on the collar, right?”

“Yes, that’s often a popular choice. What did you have in mind?”

“A hickey.”

Jeonghan blinked at you. “what?”

“I’m showing skin, right? But that’s not enough. If we want risqué without going fully nude, then what about strategically placed hickeys?”

Jeonghan rubbed his chin, cocking his head, and then his eyes lit up. “That’s…perfect, actually. Hinting at sex without going too far into lascivious. Excellent idea, love.”

“Great. The old trick from high school was to put a spoon in the freezer for about 10-15 minutes and then place it on the skin. It should give the proper illusion and then we can embellish with a bit of makeup.”

Jeonghan cleared his throat again, his face becoming unreadable. “If that is what you wish.”

You eyed him. “Why’d you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you had something else in mind.”

“And what if I did?”

You sighed and placed your hands on your hips, giving him an annoyed look. “Jeonghan, you’re a brilliant photographer. I trust your judgment. Just tell me your idea already.”

He folded his hands behind his back, his expression still cautious. “Even if it may be interpreted as unprofessional?”

You almost sputtered. “Jeonghan, you kissed me like ten minutes ago. I think we’re well past that point.”

“That was for the photo,” he sniffed. “And a kiss can sometimes just be a kiss.”

“If you say so,” you snorted. “Now out with it.”

“Is there any particular reason the hickeys cannot be real?”

You stared at him, then blushed even harder than before. “Ah…are you suggesting that you…give me…real hickeys?”

Jeonghan shrugged. “It would look far more authentic than your high school spoon trick.”

You licked your lips. “W-Well, yes, but the areas of my body that I was talking about would be…you know…m-my neck, my breasts, and my thighs. You’d have to, you know, put your…mouth in those spots. Are you okay with that?”

Jeonghan stared at you in disbelief. “Is that a serious question?”

“Sorry, it’s just…” You blushed even harder as you tried to figure out how to say the next part. “That’s an extremely erotic thing for two working professionals to do. In the middle of the night on a Friday, alone, in a loft, after drinking expensive wine.”

“If it makes you uncomfortable, then we will not do it. Simple as that.”

You swallowed hard. “Uh, that’s not the problem. It’s the opposite.”

“What is?”

You covered your face with one hand. “Jeonghan, you know damn well what I’m trying to say.”

“You are an adult. Say it.”

You groaned. “Jeongjan, if you give me real hickeys, I’m going to get aroused as hell. There. I said it. Happy?”

“Oh,” he deadpanned. “A beautiful woman will be aroused near me. Whatever shall I do? I will be forever stained and never recover.”

“Don’t be an ass,” you growled. “I’m being honest here.”

“Love, I would not have suggested it had I not been entirely comfortable with the idea of placing my mouth on your utterly fantastic body. It will not disturb me to arouse you. Your discomfort is the issue here, not mine. If you do not wish to do it, I'm fine with that. If you would like to give it a try, I assure you I am perfectly willing.”

You peeked at him from between your fingers. “Are you sure?”

“Completely sure.”

You fidgeted harder, shuffling from one heel to the next. “Even if I, um, accidentally make…noises?”

He smirked. “I am certain my resolve can withstand it.”

You took a deep breath. “Fine. Let’s do it. For the art.”

Jeonghan's smirk stretched wider. Your belly trembled. “For the art.”

You return to the chair and let yourself recline in it, forcing the tension out of your spine and limbs. Your legs crossed automatically out of some latent sense of modesty. You wanted to sit on your hands to keep them from shaking. You were as nervous as a prom date. Thank God you’d shaved and smelled like good from the lotion.

Jeonghan glided over to you, his steps quiet as a panther, his dark lashes half-lidded over his eyes. There’d been soft music going since you entered the loft — Jeonghan insisted, saying it helped him concentrate—and your mouth went dry as you caught snatches of it as he closed in on you

Jeonghan's shins bumped against your knees. He knelt again, just as slowly as the first time, his eyes never leaving your face. He cupped the back of your right knee and gently pulled it from atop the left one, spreading your legs until he had room to move closer. He settled his hands on the arms of the chair, perhaps a gesture of politeness, and then leaned towards your throat. You tried to control your breathing, tilting your head back and closing your eyes, your hands balled into fists on the seat. Warm air brushed the delicate skin.

Then his lips found you.

He kissed your skin gently at first, reverently, then his tongue grazed the first spot to wet it. His lips parted further, taking in more skin. Then he sucked sharply. You bit your bottom lip to stifle the moan that tried to escape. It hurt, but then his tongue lavished the spot almost lovingly. His teeth grazed your throat, then his tongue, then his lips, over and over, gradually bruising the skin. Your heart pounded in your ears like a maddening, frantic drumbeat. You heard yourself panting in shallow, shaky breaths. It was hard to keep still—you wanted to press into him so badly, touch his warmth, his strength, but you held tight to the reins of your self-control.

Not that Jeonghan cared.

While you were in the middle of strangling gasps, he reached down and caught your wrists. He pulled your arms up and then brushed his fingers over your knuckles. You understood a moment later; you’d been digging your nails into your palm. Freshly manicured nails. No good to damage them or your skin. He placed your hands on his shoulders to let you bear down. You appreciated it.

The spot stung. You knew he’d finished with the first one, digging your fingers into his dress shirt as his mouth skimmed your skin until it reached just over your heart, right above the hem of the bra. His hot mouth gathered the soft curve of your left breast and you couldn’t help it; you arched up from the seat with a moan as pleasure spilled across your mostly bare body. The chair creaked. You realized why a second later; Jeonghan’s hands had tightened on the arms of the chair as he tried to exercise restraint.

Hell, not that either of you had much left.

You caught his wrists in return and lowered his hands to your hips. Jeonghan sighed against your skin where he was working on the second hickey and closed those big hands on your skin, just above the hem of your panties. He squeezed on occasion, as if to give himself a distraction while he left the next kiss mark. Too soon, he left another stinging but delicious patch behind, which left your thigh.

And consequently, the second most sensitive part of your entire body.

Heaven help you.

Jeonghan dragged his hand down your outer thigh and then lifted your knee, draping it across his shoulder. He molded his cheek to your inner thigh, inhaling your scent, then angled his mouth towards the soft flesh. He bit down and you yelped, trembling harder. You wanted to look, but you didn’t dare. If you did, you’d do something stupid and reckless.

He licked and sucked and nibbled at your inner thigh, soft growls spilling out of him on every other breath, and you were sure they were completely unconscious. His tongue kept caressing the sensitive spot. You ached all over. Your body screamed at you to consummate the moment, begging for more, dying for completion. You knew you wouldn’t come from simple stimulation, but he had you wanting to just to get rid of the tension building at your burning center.

“Jeonghan,” you mewled finally, squeezing his shoulders. “That’s enough. Please.”

He lifted his mouth away immediately, his breathing harsh, his pupils dilated. “Forgive me, love.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “It, um, it worked.”

Jeonghan licked his reddened lips, staring hungrily at the spot he’d left on your thigh. “Yes, it did.”

He cleared his throat again. The lust slid away and something of the focused professional photographer returned to his face. “Are you alright?”

You nodded like a big fat liar. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

He smiled. It made you want to melt from so close. “Good girl.”

You lifted your leg to free him and he pushed to his feet. He paused for a second, swaying, presumably as all the blood relocated to his legs. Then he readjusted his slacks and returned to the camera. You committed the sight to memory before arranging yourself for the next several poses.

He snapped the photos smoothly, instructing you how to angle yourself to show the hickeys best. You felt exposed, but no longer nervous, maybe because of the pleasure and the adrenaline rush. Jeonghan’s steady guidance and clear appreciation of your body made you feel exquisite, truth be told. You felt bold, like royalty, in front of him, with his marks on your skin. You caught yourself wishing they wouldn’t fade in time. Then you could pretend you belonged to him.

Finally, he beckoned you to take a look.

And it was his best work yet.

It wasn’t just the lingerie and the hickeys; your state of arousal truly shone through in the photos and made you look like a bombshell. You’d never thought of yourself this way, so sexy, scandalous and powerful, until you saw these photos. You knew yourself, your own strengths and weaknesses, and yet through Jeonghan’s lens, you seemed to reach another level.

“Jeonghan, these are incredible,” you murmured in awe. “Wow. I never thought I could look like that.”

“Mm,” he said, winking at you. “Just needed the right nudge, it seems.”

“Thank you,” you said sincerely. “I love them.”

“They’ll look even better in post, my darling. I’ll get right to work and have something for you by Monday.” He started to flip back through the digital reel to make sure he hadn’t missed any, but then he went one too far and you stopped him.

“Wait, wait, is that…” You flushed with heat as you spotted him on his knees in front of you, your leg over his shoulder. “You had the camera set for that?”

Jeonghan shifted uncomfortably. “I…thought perhaps if you wanted to try erotic photos later on, it may be prudent to have a couple of samples.”

You thought you’d be angry by the thought of him filming you as he placed the hickeys on your skin, but as you studied the photo, you felt no anger. The pleasure in your features had made you look nothing short of beautiful. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Jeonghan echoed. “Are you going to punch me in the face now or make me wait for it?”

“Well, it was a shitty thing to do without telling me, but they actually look really good. We could keep these for later. Your face isn’t fully visible, after all. It’s not completely against the rules.”

“You are certain? I can erase them — it was inappropriate of me in the first place, but you just looked so luscious that I couldn’t resist.”

You smirked. “Luscious, huh?”

He blushed. “Sorry, it was a lousy thing to do without telling you.”

“It was. Good thing you’re so talented. Maybe I won’t punish you.”

His lashes fluttered for a second. “How fortunate.”

You placed your hands on your hips, your smirk widening. “Or do you want me to punish you?”

“In that outfit, you could do anything you bloody wanted to me and I’d just ask for more.”

You laughed. “Jeonghan, shame on you.”

“You asked.”

“I suppose I did.” You nibbled your lower lip as you glanced back at the photo. “Ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Would you be interested in trying something else along these lines?”

“God, yes.”

You laughed again, surprised by how quickly he’d agreed. “I think we look pretty good together. We could try a different pose, see if the results are the same.”

“What did you have in mind?”

You shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe second base against the white background.”

“I am afraid that won’t work.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I get you underneath me in my current state, I’m going to fuck the living hell out of you.”

You swallowed hard. “Oh.”

Before you could help it, your foolish mouth ran away with the thought. “What if I were down with that?”

Jeonghan licked his lips again. “Down with what?”

“Letting you fuck the living hell out of me,” you whispered huskily. “Because, God knows I’ve wanted to since the second I took that robe off when we first met.”

“You foolish girl.” He grabbed you and kissed you hard, crushing you against his lean chest. “You could have said that ages ago and I’d have obliged you then.”

He reached out enough to flick the camera’s settings to the right one and then carried you over in front of the camera. Kicking the chair aside, he laid you on your back in the center. You heard the shutters clicking as he kissed you messily, working his hands underneath your panties as you unbuttoned his shirt. Every kiss lit you up from the inside, the furnace between your thighs only growing hotter as he worked the underwear down your legs and then shoved them apart.

He kissed down the center of your body, taking little bites along the way, and then gave your clit a slow, wet lick that made you moan so hard it echoed through the loft. His lips parted and took you between them, sucking your spot, and then exploring the rest of you, wet and waiting for him.

“Fuck! Jeonghan, please.”

“Yes, darling,” he rasped against your cunt. “More. Keep moaning for me. Louder.”

He lost his tongue inside you, pinning your legs in place so you couldn’t close them, his pacing impatient but sensual. You buried your hands in his thick curls and moaned to your heart’s content as the pleasure built and built, higher and higher, until you were coated in a light sweat and gasping for air. The tight knot at your core kept twisting and twisting until everything inside you turned white-hot and you came. Jeonghan groaned in elation and lapped up the evidence of his triumph, stroking your thighs as he did, the wet slurp of his scorching mouth on your cunt filthy and wondrous.

He licked his mouth clean and crawled up to meet you, unbuckling his pants in quick, jerky movements from just how aroused you’d made him. You shuddered at the sight of his cock — long and flushed pink and utterly gorgeous, just like the rest of him. He lunged up to your lips and kissed you, his hips snapping upward in a perfect motion to drive him inside you. You mewled into his mouth as his cock filled you, tunneling deep, resting at your aching center perfectly. He let out another growl that made you even wetter around him and dragged your legs up around his waist. He planted one hand near your head and gripped your hip with the other.

Then he fucked you like a wild animal, right there, on the floor of his studio.

“Ah! Jeonghan! Yes!”

“So sweet,” he moaned against your lips. “God, you are so sweet, my darling. Like honey. Mm, hot, sweet honey around my cock. Take it, love. I’ve longed to give it to you.”

“Fuck, Jeonghan, God, yes, yes, yes!” You arched your back to help him reach deeper, shoving your hips down against his pelvis until the smack of wet skin filled the air, nearly louder than your ecstatic cries. He pounded you mercilessly and you loved every goddamn second of it, clawing at his shoulders, biting his lips, his neck, frantic for more, for him.

“Good girl,” he purred, dragging his mouth down towards your ear as he caught your wrists and pinned them to the floor. “Sweet girl. Won’t you come for me? Won’t you come on my cock? Just for me, love?”

Your toes curled inside the heels. God, you couldn’t take that, not now. “Jeonghan, please, don’t. Don’t do that. Please.”

“Mm, but you feel so good, my love,” he drawled. “I just want to make you come. I want to make you feel as beautiful as you look.”

“No, Jeonghan, please, please.”

He kissed your lips again, dragging your arms up over your head and holding you down, his voice like darkness and silk and sex all in one. “Say you’ll come, darling. I want it. I want to feel you all around me, squeezing down on me, your sweet little cunt surrendering to me. It feels so good inside you, my darling. I know you want it. You want to come. You want to come for me.”

“Fuck, Jeonghan,” you whimpered. “Are you mine? Can I have you? Can I have you right now?”

“I’m all yours, love,” he groaned back, his hips picking up speed as your words excited him. “I was the second you walked through that door.”

You couldn’t handle the confession. You burst at the seams, coming hard, immediately, underneath him. Jeonghan moaned out your name and clutched one side of your hips to hold you still against him as he came inside you. The heat burned you down to the bone. You writhed and rolled your body into him, accepting every last drop, excited and scared and elated. His thrusts slowed one at a time until they were soft and shallow, gently bringing you down from heaven with him. He stilled at long last and painted your throat with more kisses, more light nibbles around the hickey he’d left earlier.

He rose enough to kiss your lips again. “Did you mean it?”

“Hmm?”

“When you first saw me.”

Foolishly, you blushed. “Yeah, I…sorry, I know that drives you crazy, being objectified by the models.”

“It’s different,” he assured you, brushing your mussed hair from your face. “You were the first to compliment my work, not me. I see through the others like glass. You…you were always different. You come alive in front of my camera in a way no one else ever could. I’ve had more fun in my three sessions with you than in years of working in this industry.”

You smiled bashfully up at him. “And here I thought I was just another pretty face to you.”

“Never,” he whispered. “Beauty is only skin deep. Art is forever.”

He stroked your cheek. “And you, love, are my art.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “And you’re my artist.”

©solseye

fatal attraction | jjk

➟ SUMMARY “You’re killing people?” “No. I’m killing boys.”

➟ PAIRING virgin!jungkook x succubus!cheerleader!reader

➟ GENRE horror, smut, loose Jennifer’s Body au, early 2000s au, supernatural au, college au

➟ RATE 18+

➟ WARNINGS corruption, mentions of death, descriptors of gore, violence in the form of m*rder, minor character death, mentions of blood, pining, sub!jungkook, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, slight fingering, nipple play, nipple piercings, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, semi-public sex, heavy petting

➟ WC 9.2k

➟ PLAYLIST ♫♫

➟ A/N shoutout to ms sophie @sunshinekims for helping me w the story ending!! yalls was abt to get some angst but she talked me out of it. And shout out to @jjksblackgf , @triviafics , and sophie for sending me song recs for this playlist and helping me figure out the vibe !! you guys were such a big help, thank you so much.

➟ DRABBLE

“Fourth animal attack this month,” Jae declared, talking rapidly to a point. “It’s not a coincidence, mark my words.”

Jungkook nodded absentmindedly, pulling his backpack straps tighter over his shoulders. He’d read about the animal attacks in the news this morning, another body found on the side of an ill-lit street. It was becoming somewhat of a trend, a new mauling report coming out much too often in their little town of Devil's Kettle for it to go unignored. It was causing a frenzy among everyone, and the college students weren’t exempt. The campus was rampant with the news, it was all anyone could talk about. Including Jungkook’s best friend, Jae. Though Jae had some non-traditional theories.

“Vampire. Has to be.” Jae nodded his head, agreeing with himself. “I read the details of the autopsy, and the marks perfectly match the lore…”

Jungkook let his friend launch into a full blown explanation, complete with annotations and a work-cited page. Ordinarily, Jungkook would be all into discussing lore and the possibility of a supernatural occurrence in the small town. But right now, Jungkook couldn’t be bothered. He was too busy craning his neck and trying to catch a glimpse of your hair as you approached his class’ neighboring lecture hall. He was doing it subconsciously, of course. Not even fully aware of his own actions until he earned a hard elbow in his ribs from Jae.

“Dude, you’re staring again.”

Jungkook forwent the indignation of being elbowed for blushing when you got closer. He ducked his head, making sure you didn’t see him, hiding his reddening face and flopping his hair into his eyes as a shield. His long bangs fell over his bambi eyes, only his cute nose and pout visible. His hands were wrapped in sweater paws, clutching his backpack desperately as he waited for you to enter your class.

“I mean, what else is new? You’ve had a thing for her since freshman year, and still your reaction never wavers.” Jae pointed out. Annoyingly. “I’d tell you to go ask her to the dance, if I knew you wouldn’t get shot down to hell.”

It was Jungkook’s turn to elbow his friend, his face reddening even more. It’s true, Jungkook had developed an embarrassing crush on you since you decided to sit next to him in that one class your freshman fall semester. All pretty and perfect, sitting up straight and pulling your pink pen with the little pom pom on top. Glossy lips turned into a concentrated pout. He found it extremely hard to concentrate each class with your perfume engulfing his senses and turning his brain into mush.

You never spoke a word to him, always slinging your heart-shaped backpack over your shoulder and rushing out before he could get a word in edgewise. Not that he was ever planning on it. Jungkook could barely keep his left leg from shaking everytime you so much as came near him. He was sure if he ever did speak to you, all that would have come out would be jumbles and incomplete phrases, guaranteed to make a fool of himself until he ran the other direction.

But that was a year ago. Sure, you were still in Jungkook’s major. Sure, he still saw you every semester. Lips getting glossier, skirts getting shorter. And sure, Jungkook still hung around outside your mutual classes, convincing himself that he wasn’t waiting for you to show up.

But it had also been a year since that class, and Jungkook wasn’t going to cling to a small crush for the rest of his college life. He wouldn’t, he thought helplessly as he watched your notebook fall to the ground, your arms struggling with the rest of your books. It was like it was in slow motion, slipping and tumbling aimlessly downward. You couldn’t help its fall, trying to keep the rest of your belongings together.

He was quick as lightning, picking it up before you even noticed. Holding it out to you with a trembling hand, he watched as you looked around the side of your overcrowded arms to see his outstretched one, your glittery pink notebook in his trembling hand. Your eyes ran up his torso, over his black t-shirt, and finally at his eyes. Or at least, what you could see of them through his floppy bangs.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You smiled, taking the book with a small, manicured hand. Your long nails lightly scratched his hand as they brushed each other, making a tingle run down his spine.

“Y-you remember my name?” His cute cheeks dusted in rose, the little mole under his lip popping out with the natural pout he wore.

You laughed. It sounded like music to Jungkook’s ears. He was too caught up in you to notice the mean streak it had. “Of course I do, silly.” You trailed your nails over his arm as you spoke, wrapping your hand around his bicep in validation before turning back and heading into class, chatting away with your friend.

Leaving Jungkook standing there, frozen to the spot, watching after you. Until Jae tugged his arm roughly, tugging the cupid-stricken boy into class.

Jungkook couldn’t stop thinking about you for the rest of the day. As he walked the well-trodden steps from his last class to the auditorium, arriving early, as always, to his job as a sound booth technician for the theatre rehearsals, his mind was filled with you. The tight tank top you wore today, white straps accentuating your collarbone. The sweet perfume you always had on, making him dizzy with devotion. Your pretty smile as you said his name. Jungkook.

His name. He still wasn’t over it. The fact that you remembered. Sure, he’d sat next to you for a whole semester. But you’d never even look his way. The only time ever being when you needed to borrow a pen because yours ran out of sparkly pink ink. Or, you know. That one time you two worked on the group project together.

You had latched onto his arm so quickly when the professor had announced it, almost digging your long nails into his skin in your haste. Be my partner? You’d asked so sweetly, pretty pout on your face daring him to say no and disappoint you. He could never.

So it was settled. Jungkook would work on your project, while you, unfortunately, had cheerleader practice. You’d invite him to come sit on the bleachers, binders and notes in a jumble around him as he struggled to type with his laptop in his lap rather than on a proper desk. But he would never turn you down, or insist that your study sessions take place in an actual library. It was convenient for you, you told him. You, who was so busy with “life and things.” Waving cutely at him at the start of practice with your pom-poms before turning your back for the rest, kicking and flipping in the air while Jungkook rubbed his foggy glasses and tried to keep his notes from flying away, finishing your entire project on his own after waving back with his own sweater-paws.

His keys jingled in the old, busted lock of the sound booth as he tried to unlock it. The door almost always jammed itself, though. The worn thing did not stand the test of time, usually requiring a great amount of force to open it at the worst moments.

Jungkook wasn’t in any rush today, luckily. Arriving early to get started on his homework in the booth and get everything settled, he wasn’t that bothered when he gave a giant heave against the door, slamming his entire weight against it. It didn’t take much, his muscles putting in minimum effort against the door, pushing it open almost immediately.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight—”

“Harder—harder—”

Though the sound of people having sex in the theatre department wasn’t a new confrontation, Jungkook still jumped at the mere lewdity of it all. A boy he recognized from the baseball team, Michael - something? Was engulfing a girl under him, on the floor of the tech booth. Right next to Jungkook’s seat.

Michael’s (?) head snapped back when Jungkook pushed the door open, the force of the loud door booming as it hit the adjacent wall. He watched as Michael’s eyes widened, “Oh shit.”

Jungkook never knew what to say in these situations. It wasn’t okay. He usually just stood awkwardly to the side as whoever it was collected themselves and exited the premise. He resumed his quiet post by the door, waiting patiently for them to go and leave Jungkook alone.

His eyes were glued to the floor, so he didn’t notice you climb out from behind Michael. He also didn’t notice as you whispered something to your partner, letting him shoulder past Jungkook. Or at least try to. Jungkook was as sturdy as a brick wall, as Michael would come to realize. Didn’t budge.

Jungkook only noticed you were in the room when he caught a glimpse of your heart-shaped backpack slung in the corner of the booth, right behind his foot. His eyes widened as your head came into his frame of sight, bending down to pick up your discarded belongings. Lacy panties fallen right next to your backpack strap.

Jungkook trembled as he realized, your skirt rising up over your ass when you bent. Nothing between you and his eyes if your skirt slipped over your hips…

“Ugh, what a meathead.” You rolled your eyes after Michael, pretty earrings dangling with the tilt of your head and the crossing of your arms. “I’m sorry about that Jungkookie.” You put on a consoling frown, taking your time smoothing out your cheer practice outfit. “I didn’t realize you’d be here.”

“It’s okay.” He stuttered out. His breath hitched as you stepped closer, your hand suddenly on his bicep. You cocked your head. He gulped and tightened his grip on his backpack straps.

“Are you going to the dance, baby?” The pet name sent shivers down his spine, filing it away in his brain under all his favorite things. He shook his head, his bottom lip sticking out in his natural pout again.

“Hm,” your hand rubbed his arm comfortingly. “Turns out I need a date, since you scared my other one away.” You nodded out the door to where Michael had exited. “Can you take me?”

Jungkook's heart stopped.

He was in shock. Nevermind that your statement didn’t make any sense to him. If you really wanted to go with Michael, you could have just walked out with him, instead of staying in this booth and torturing Jungkook. You didn’t have to linger behind, that was all your choice. And if not Michael, he was sure there was a line of boys out the door waiting to take you.

“W-why?” He questioned, his mind racing a mile a minute.

You frowned, cocking your head to the side. “You don’t want to?”

“No, I do—,” he rushed out—

“Then it’s settled.” You interrupted. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you wore a smile as you fluffed your hair and adjusted your shirt to be presentable for practice. He didn’t notice it right then, but there was something serpentine about your expression. You made to leave, but turned back for one final word.

“Pick me up tomorrow at 7 from practice. You still remember where it is right?” He nodded quickly.

“Good. If you’re going to be my boyfriend, you’re going to have to take me out on dates, bunny.” With one glossy kiss to his cheek, you were gone.

Boyfriend.

The word bounced around in Jungkook’s head as he was getting ready for your “date.” As he shakily spritzed on cologne he thought you would like, and drove up to the football field in his jeep. As he sat waiting for you, heart beating against his chest loudly.

Boyfriend.

It’s in his head the whole time you’re both sat at the coffee shop, you’re chattering away while he’s nodding. He doesn’t say much, but you don’t mind. You go on, talking about anything and everything. You smile when he shyly tells you he likes the dress you’d changed into. You told him you’d picked it out just for him, your bracelets jingling as you linked your fingers with his. He turned beet red.

He didn’t understand why people said you were mean. You were like an angel to him. Could do no wrong. You were just popular, that’s all. In your own circle, with your own friends. People must have just been jealous of you to spread the rumors they did. Mean girl with a ferocious streak. He didn’t see any of that. Just an innocent pretty girl, right in front of him—

“Feel good, bunny?” You cooed, as your jewelry-bedazzled hand wrapped around his cock, he could feel your hot breath against his ear as you pumped slowly, easing him in.

Jungkook’s breath hitched in his throat, tiny whines escaping from his mouth. He was dizzy with your scent already, the moment you two sat in his car after the cafe. He didn’t expect the night to go this way, with you asking him to pull over so sweetly, pointing to a relatively dark part of the road. Only to—

“You like that?” Your breasts pressed against him as you left small pecks against his neck, nuzzling your face. Your thumb swiped over the head of his cock, making him buck his hips up into your hand. Jungkook’s first time being touched, and it was in his car, over the control console.

He nodded in response to your question, stuttering out a “f-faster. Please.”

You giggled as you nipped his ear, and Jungkook almost busted right there at the sound of your voice. “You sure you can handle it, bunny?”

He nodded feverishly, big eyes watery. He wanted to be good for you, wanted to make you proud, you who had teased the erection out of him with your hot kisses and iron grips on the collar of his shirt. He wanted to cum so badly in your hands.

You unbuttoned the top of your dress, letting your breasts pop out. Jungkook’s eyes ogled. He’d never seen tits before. And certainly, never ones as perfect as yours.

A glint of jewelry caught his eye, your hand squeezing one tit as you gathered your hair out of your face with the other. There was no mistake—you had your nipples pierced.

“Kookie, hold.” You commanded, guiding his hand to hold your hair back as you dipped your head down. You shot him a devilish smile as you licked up his shaft, reveling in the whine he let out. You inched your mouth down his length slowly, Jungkook’s thighs shaking under you as his grip tightened in your hair.

His hand held your hair like a good boy as you wrapped your mouth around his cock. But the other gravitated towards your breasts, dying to touch the steely silver that perked your nipples up. But one swat of his hand had him retreating back. “Don’t touch.” You scolded, adjusting your legs to cross over one another, shifting slightly in your seat. Your thighs were already clenched together, and him touching your nipples wasn’t helping. This wasn’t about you, you emphasized to yourself before you got carried away.

He gripped his grab handle as you worked his cock, your pretty mouth staining his dick in your lip gloss as you coaxed his first orgasm out of him. At least, the first he didn’t have to do himself. He cried out as he came in your mouth, shooting his load straight into your throat with a strong thrust of his hips.

He apologized profusely after, stuttering out as you lifted your head back up from his lap. You interrupted him with a swift and messy kiss, pushing his cum into his mouth with your tongue. He moaned out as your hand tangled in his hair, keeping him pressed against you, your nails lightly raking his scalp comfortingly. He tilted into your touch, dizzy with your taste. Just one touch from you, and he was crying into your mouth. Only god could save him from your grip now.

“Did you see the new episode of Supernatural last night?”

“You don’t think I’d miss the season finale do you?”

“I can’t believe they ended with that cliffhanger! It wouldn’t make any sense for them to continue the Azazel arc in the second season? It’s repetitive….”

Jungkook’s head dipped again as his eyes closed in fatigue, before he caught himself and his eyes shot open. He almost face-planted straight into his lunch for how tired he was. He’d been up late the past week with plans with you every night, making out in his car till both of you were left breathless with bruised lips and big smiles. You’d insisted on later dates, pouting about how you needed to change for him after class. Resulting in him getting in well past 3 am every night, only to wake up for an 8 am class the next day.

“Jungkook, you missed it last night.” Jae’s hand suddenly shook him awake, making his head snap up and look around wildly. He relaxed once he realized it was just his friend.

“Yeah, we don’t see you anymore. You’ve missed every binge this week.” Kyung, his other friend, mentioned from across the table.

“He’s busy with his new girlfriend. Didn’t take you as the type to ditch your friends, Kook.” Jae pushed his glasses up, shoving the newly cuffed man in question.

“What’s she got you doing, Kook? There has to be a price for her allowing you to take her to the dance.” Kyung asked with a serious raised eyebrow, but there was a teasing glint in his eye.

“Fuck off,” Jungkook pushed them away as they fell into laughter at his discomfort. “None of your business.”

“Ooh, she’s got Kook pussy whipped. Finally lose your virginity Kook?” Jae chaffed. “Is that why you won’t even spare us a minute of your precious time?”

Jungkook’s lip stuck out naturally into a pout, but his eyebrows furrowed. He landed one hard punch to his friend’s arm, ignoring Jae’s loud yelp of pain, “Don’t talk about her like that.”

“Jeez, relax Kook. He was just kidding,” Kyung reproached, an incredulous look on his face. Jae sat rubbing his arm in pain, and wincing. Jungkook packed a punch, they all knew that.

“You seem to be in your head. Why don’t you come out with us tonight?” Kyung offered, trying to diffuse the situation. “We’re gonna try and sneak into that crime scene by the river. See if Jae’s theory holds up. Why don’t you come with?”

“What theory?” He asked, now reverting back to his innocuous state like the good boy he was. He didn’t know what had come over him, or why he’d punched Jae like that. Jungkook was a strictly nonviolent person, and he’d never done anything like that in his life. But just the mention of you made his emotions rise up, and struck a chord…

“Haven’t you heard? They found another body. Claw marks and everything, down by the river.” Jae said, having recovered from his wounds. He really couldn’t afford to ostracize Jungkook, two friends dwindling down to one. “Shame, it was that baseball player, too. The one with the big shoulders.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened and he whipped his head around to face Jae. “Baseball player? You’re sure?” Jae nodded. Alarm bells went off in Jungkook’s head. His mind raced as his heartbeat started to quicken. There was no way. Was there…?

“Do you know his name?” Jungkook questioned hurriedly. He had to know.

“Uhm. Michael… something I think? Why?” Jae and Kyung were both looking at the disheveled boy with curious expressions. “Did you know him?”

Jungkook’s heartbeat was thudding in his chest as soon as the name came out of Jae’s mouth. You mustn't have heard yet, judging by your bubbly expression this morning when he walked you to class. You were all chatter and smiles.

His heart sank. You’ll probably be devastated when you hear. He didn’t know how close you and Michael or whatever were. But, you knew each other somehow. And it can’t be easy, hearing about an acquaintance dying like he did. But, he’d be there for you.

Jungkook shook his head. “No, just had him in a class I think.”

Jae and Kyung exchanged looks, but didn’t press on the subject. “Anyways,” Jae continued, “I’m pretty sure he was a victim of a rugaru. The flesh was torn apart and the blood sucked out of the body, but not all of the blood, which rules out Vampire.” Jae explained rapidly, as if his mouth was racing to keep up with his thoughts.

“Yeah a rugaru. Or…” Kyung shared an understanding look with Jae.

“Or…” Jae shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Or what?” Jungkook inquired, now curious as to what the other boys were holding back.

“Or… a succubus.” The words tumbled out of Jae’s mouth quickly, as if he didn’t want to say it.

“C’mon those aren’t real.” Kyung scoffed, but his nervous laugh made it clear that he was really only trying to convince himself. He didn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth.

“They’re real, alright. And if this town has a succubus, well…” Jae pushed his glasses up his nose, checking their vicinity to make sure they weren’t being overheard before leaning in, “We’re all in danger.”

“What’s the difference? Wouldn’t a rugaru be just as dangerous?” Jungkook wondered.

“A rugaru chooses its victims at random, and is usually sloppy enough to get caught. A succubus though,” Jae gave a pointed look to indicate he was serious, “A succubus preys on young men. They’re smart as they are hot, and they’re careful. If this is a succubus, she’s not getting caught anytime soon.”

“Then what makes you guys want to go out and look for this thing at the crime scene?” Jungkook threw his hands up, lightly scolding his friends. He’d known the boys since they were children, but sometimes he didn’t understand them. Why would they choose to go directly into danger when they could just stay home and wrap themselves in a warm blanket and watch anime? The choice was easy for Jungkook, any day.

“He might have a point…” Kyung started, shrugging at Jae. Jae shook his head, launching into his own tirade. “We’ll be protected, remember? We’re taking the garlic…”

But Jungkook didn’t hear another word as a pair of legs came into view, standing right next to his seat.

“Hi Jungkookie.”

He looked up to see you, hand on your hip, and an outstretched hand in his direction. “Buy me coffee?”

Your delicate charm bracelet jingled on your hand as you shook your wrist impatiently, waiting for him to get up and run to your beck and call. At the sound, he jumped up from his seat, taking your small hand in his soft one. When you’d had him in your grasp, you used his hand to tug him close, planting a glossy kiss on his pout.

“Let’s go, bunny.” You turned to lead him away from his friends, and Jungkook followed blindly. He kept his eyes low, unable to meet every gaze that watched the two of you walk through. You were wearing a denim mini skirt today, paired with a pink top littered in red hearts. “I feel like boo boo. Haven’t had a bite all day.”

As you walked, he couldn’t help but notice a small red stain on the side of your skirt. A swipe of scarlet down your side. Hm. Upon closer inspection, he noticed another out-of-place red spot on your tank top. It was too streaked to be a proper heart, and it looked only newly dried up.

“Come on, slow poke.” His head snapped back up to meet your smile as you tugged him next to you rather than behind you. Your hand readjusted to interlock with his fingers. Jungkook smiled back, his previous inspection completely forgotten as your nails slightly dug into his hand. He couldn’t complain, though. He loved the feeling.

All Jungkook could smell was the scent of your sweet perfume, completely engulfing his room and his senses.

“Mm,” you pushed him back further into his pillows, pushing him up to his headboard, never letting his mouth detach from yours. Your legs climbed to either of his sides, effectively straddling him. You took his arm, guiding his hand around your waist, placing it on your ass.

Jungkook had taken advantage of the fact that his roommate was out for the night, listening intently for the front door to shut from his room before texting you and asking you to come over.

When you’d arrived, you were met with a sheepish Jungkook opening the door, sweater paws wrapping around your waist, like you’d taught him to do, as you kissed him in greeting. You didn’t waste any time, pushing him down onto his bed as soon as you’d gotten into his room. You didn’t even give him a chance to compliment the pretty dress you were wearing before it was riding up your thighs as you settled into his lap.

“My good boy,” your hand raked through his hair, gripping lightly, making him tilt his head to look at you. You smiled, revelling in the little whimper he let out, before reattaching your lips to his, not hesitating to push your tongue into his mouth. Of the countless times you’d done this together, Jungkook’s little moans and whines never failed to cease, always kissing like it was his first time. Perfect little pout made you never wanna stop.

His perfectly sculpted thighs served as the perfect seat for you as you tucked his hand under your skirt, leaning forward and encouraging him to explore. “Touch me, bunny.” You breathed against his lips, pressing his shaking hand against your ass cheek. “Make me feel good.”

You watched as Jungkook’s bottom lip stuck out, determined. He’d never touched a girl like this before. And never someone as perfect as you. He flipped your skirt up hesitantly, letting it rest on your hips. You were pressing kisses against his neck, your hand on the other side of his head holding him to you as your kisses trailed up to his face. He looked past your torso to watch as his hand dipped into your thong, pink fabric snapping as he stuffed his big fingers in.

“W-will it rip?” He inquired politely.

You shook your head, never neglecting him of kisses, “Who cares if it does?” You pulled away for a second, devilish expression shining in your eyes, “Don’t you wanna be a little rough with me?”

Jungkook felt his cock harden at the notion, imagining how you’d look under him as he fucked you hard into the mattress and left you in bruises and legs so shaky that you couldn’t walk on the next day. He shook his head.

You giggled, leaning in close to his ear. “Liar,” you whispered, before landing a punishing nip to his neck. He let out a whimper, his hand naturally gripping your ass cheek in automatic response.

“Just like that. Mm, you get me so wet, angel. Now move your fingers lower,” you coached him through as he dragged his long fingers down until he was met with something wet. Giving an experimental swipe of his finger, he grazed over your opening. You let out a hiss, and Jungkook retreated immediately, wide eyes thinking he did something wrong.

“No, put it back,” you commanded, wiggling your hips into his hand. He let you press your wet cunt into his fingers, grinding on your accord.

As your hips moved, you pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it over the edge of the bed. No bra.

“Jungkookie, you liked these didn’t you?” Your hand gripped your tit, offering it to him, referring to your nipple piercing. The small jewelry glinted back at him, enticing him welcomingly. His mouth watered, wanting nothing more but to wrap his lips around it. He nodded enthusiastically, bambi eyes looking up at you pleadingly.

You giggled at his eagerness, guiding the breast into his mouth. You held him steady by the back of his head, letting him open his pout and envelop it. He spent a good amount of time staring at your tits on a normal day, but having it in his mouth was better than he imagined. He felt the hard metal of your piercing against his tongue as he prodded experimentally. He settled for light sucks, his free hand naturally coming up to hold you to him.

“Good job, bunny.” You threw your head back as he sucked on your nipple vivaciously. His other hand escaped your panties, coming up to grope your other tit. He switched his mouth to get a taste of the other greedily, forgetting about fingering you completely as he got lost in a daze with your tits in his face. He was in awe.

You rolled your eyes at the virgin, but his enthusiasm at touching tits for the first time was cute. You pulled him off of you, his mouth releasing you with a pop as you tugged his hair back. He looked up at you with big eyes. “Your turn, bunny.” You told him with a peck on his lips.

Your hands came down to undo his pants, belt flying off quickly with the speed of your hands. Your hands fumbled at his zipper as you tried to get him out.

Jungkook was balancing on his hands as he let you at your ministrations. He bit his lip apprehensively. In all his excitement about your tits, he’d forgotten something that had been on his mind since the moment you’d stepped into his dorm. Something that he’d actually been thinking about since the lunch he’d had with his friends.

He’d told you about Michael that day, mentioning it to you as he walked you to class. Ready for a river of tears and emotional distress, he’d opened his arms to let you into his embrace, offering himself up as comfort. To his surprise, you nodded and said you’d heard about it in the news that morning. It’s sad, you said, little inflection in your voice to indicate your emotions though. Notably, you seemed completely alright with the revelation.

Jungkook figured you must have made your peace with it. Maybe things like that didn’t affect you that hard, or you kept it all bottled in. Alternatively, you might have not even been that close with that Michael guy. Maybe you’d known him on a very surface level, and hadn’t seen him since your escapade that day in the tech booth. Maybe you’d both gone your separate ways, and he wasn’t of any emotional value to you. Maybe it was just sad to you, and you'd moved on.

But, a voice in the back of Jungkook’s head reminded him, you didn’t seem at all bothered. Not even concerned with the fact that there were dead bodies popping up all over your town, especially near campus. You acted like you’d just heard about the weather when he’d mentioned Michael. Not at all worried by the looming threat over your residence.

Your apathy, paired with the small blood stains on your clothes. As well as particular scratches he noticed running up your upper arm later on. It was very faint, almost as if it was healing. But it was there. These facts bounced all around Jungkook’s overthinking head, making him drive himself crazy with paranoia. It hadn’t helped that his friends were discussing the “creature” ubiquitously, constantly debating between a rugaru and a succubus. Jungkook just couldn’t get it out of his head.

This all could have just been in Jungkook’s head, of course. He didn’t know what you really thought. He could have completely misinterpreted your reaction. And that was the hope he clung on to. The one that let his conscience lift freely off of him as he met up with you, day after day. Falling even harder.

Though, he had to know.

“Yn,” He started, small voice doing little to catch your attention. You responded with a distracted hum as you fiddled with the button of his jeans.

“Yn, I-I wanted to ask you about something.” He finally caught your attention as you sat back on his thick thighs with a cock of your head.

“What’s wrong baby?”

He looked down, picking at your skirt as he tried to find the right words. He didn’t think about how he'd ask you. Didn’t think he’d muster up the courage to do it at all, as a matter of fact.

You tilted his chin up to look at you, “What is it?”

“Uhm…” Jungkook gulped. “Michael… the baseball player. H-he was missing for a while before they found his body. He hadn’t been seen since…” he dropped his gaze from you, unable to meet your eyes. “Since…” He gestured towards you.

You huffed. “Since he was with me?”

Jungkook’s eyes were wide, scared of upsetting you. But he nodded hesitantly. You frowned. “What are you trying to say, Jungkook?”

“Well,” Jungkook continued, despite the giant lump in his throat. “If you were the last person to see him alive…”

“You think I had something to do with his death? What the fuck, you’re such a player-hater!” You exclaimed, clearly taking offense to his words. And why wouldn’t you? What he was accusing you of was grave. Murder of all things? You, his pretty girlfriend. Who had been nothing but sweet to him. Who had shown him nothing but affection.

Jungkook felt sick to his stomach. Why would he be accusing you of any of this? For all he knew, you were scared out of your mind too! Maybe you just didn’t show it.

But you were looking at him with an expectant glare, waiting for his explanation. He felt like he was in too deep now, he had to say something.

“I-I…” He stuttered, word vomit falling from his mouth. “You had blood on your skirt the other day.” He blurted out. “And your shirt. And you always have scratches up your arm. And there was another body they found… after Michael. H-he was in our math class. I’ve seen you talk to him before. And...and…” Jungkook blurted out, throwing out the information all at once before he chickened out again.

“Stop.” you interrupted before he started comparing you to a succubus, full with a mental venn diagram. He shut his mouth immediately.

Jungkook trembled as he looked at your pretty face. Pout as you turned your head to the side, shaking it displeased. He expected you to cuss him out, storm out of his room slamming the door, and effectively end your relationship. He fully expected you to leave his virgin ass in the dust, never looking at him again. Taking you and your perfect body with you.

Instead, you just sighed.

“And what if I did?” You pouted.

Jungkook’s heart thudded, dropping to the pits of his stomach. He felt his blood suddenly go cold, his palms excreting an obscene amount of sweat. Trapped under your body, he had nowhere to go. If he could feel his legs shaking, he was sure you could too.

You leaned in closer to him, ignoring his trembling state. He saw a dark shadow pass over your eyes, turning your orbs into black for a second. Breathing got harder. “He was a total A-hole, Jungkook,” you cooed, nails coming up to trace his pretty features, stroking his cheek. Your voice was so soft, the opposite of the words coming smoothly out of your mouth. “He’d done bad things, trust me.”

Jungkook was fully shaking at this point, and completely helpless. He might’ve had a good chance of taking you, his muscles giving him some sort of vantage, sure. But he was frozen to his spot, letting you run your hands up his body and bat your eyelashes to him. He could feel the danger he was, an eerie cloud settling over his humble college dorm. One inch away from being ripped apart and torn up for your satisfaction.

Something kept him rooted to the spot, though. Whether it was fear or a slight sliver of hope (stupidly) in you, he didn’t know. His hands were trembling, but you take them in yours, rubbing comforting circles. He’s on the verge of tears, afraid for his life. “Bunny, I would never do that to you. You trust me don’t you?”

He can’t help but nod his head, some part of him still desperate to please you. His mind screamed at him to get out, but his body responded to you only.

Your eyes were faux big, “You’re still going to take me to the dance… aren’t you?”

Jungkook saw something ungodly in your eyes, past your soft pout. There was a predatory glint, a bloodthirst that wasn’t quenched. Something so evil a horrified shiver passed through him.

He slowly nodded his head.

The grisly look had disappeared from your eyes as you squealed and threw your arms around him, peppering him in your lips gloss and soft pecks. Jungkook didn’t stop you—not when you kissed him hard, drawing moans out from him. Not when you held his hands until his shake was down to a tremble.

Not when you managed to unbutton his pants, and fish his cock out. Or when you gave it a few pumps before telling him you were going to put it in with a peck, waiting for his fretful nod. Not when you sunk down on him, your wet heat sheathing his virgin cock for the first time, moaning and digging your nails into his thigh as he stretched you out. Not when he cried into your chest as he came, busted in less than three minutes into your cunt. Not when you wiped his tears with the pads of your fingers, and stroked his hair, bringing him down from his orgasm gently.

Jungkook didn’t stop you. And if that made him a monster too, then so be it. He’d accept any consequences, all ungodly sins, if it meant he could be with you.

A week had passed since that fateful night, and Jungkook hadn’t detached from you for a minute. You were always at his place, spending the night after class, and waking up next to him in the morning. He’d try to be cautious of his roommate merely a wall apart, but you didn’t seem to care. Ignoring his warnings to be quiet, and making him moan loudly as he shot his seed up into your walls. It was constant, like rabbits.

Jungkook also hadn’t heard about another dead body since Michael’s. Everything was quiet on that front. No new police reports, no supposed sightings. No more blood on your clothes. Life was good.

Friday night of the dance arrived quickly, a lively buzz through the campus as they escorted themselves into the rec center. Jungkook had gotten ready meticulously before picking you up in his jeep. His words were caught in his throat as you stepped out with a short cutoff dress, a ruffle on the side, riding dangerously high up your thigh. You blinked innocently, big smile on your face as you met him at his car door, where he’d gotten out to open it for you. You’d pulled him in by his jacket, staining him in your lip gloss, before settling in his passenger seat with a You coming?

Now, you were here, sat in his lap, at the dance, chatting away with a friend of yours at the table. Jungkook didn’t know who you chose to sit with, but he didn’t care. His eyes were only for you, thick thighs held still as the perfect seat, staring up at you with big eyes and a pristinely tied bow-tie.

Jungkook is reveling in the fact that he’s here with you. You’re cooing and kissing him all night, making sure to share your attention between him and your other friends. His lips must be glossy by now with your taste. He returned the favor with shy pecks on your shoulder as you talked, once he’d built up the courage.

It all almost makes him forget what you did.

“We’ll be back soon.” He heard you say to your friend. She laughed and called back something about taking it easy on the poor boy. You tugged him, lacing your fingers together. Your jewelry and long nails adorned your pretty hands as you wrapped them around his big ones. He followed you blindly as you dragged him out of the loud, bass-booming dance room and into the dark and quieter hallway.

“Where are we going?” Jungkook pouted, eyes wide.

You didn’t respond, rather pushed him up against a door, gripping his collar, and crashed your lips into his. “I care about you so much, Jungkook. More than I’ve ever had the guts to admit.” You mumbled against his lips.

Jungkook let out a surprised squeak, but his response was natural. His lips curved into a pretty little kiss-shape, the perfect target for you. Your hands were pulling him closer, pushing your breasts against him.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me all night, bunny.” Your hands tangled into his hair, pulling his head down and toward your neck. The command implicit—to which Jungkook complied immediately. “I wanna make you feel good. Will you let me?”

Jungkook nodded feverishly against your skin, where he was sucking in one spot. Something you’d taught him to do.

“I know somewhere we can go. We won’t get caught,” your eyes shined as you spoke excitedly, giddily pulling his hand and dragging him along. Your giggle was cute, echoing through the empty halls. But there was something haunting about the sound. A cold edge to it, almost malicious.

You dragged him all the way outside, down to the field where you practiced. Where he picked you up everyday. It looked different at night, though. A chill creeping up his spine at the haunted scene in front of him. Usually lively and crawling with athletes, now completely barren and deserted.

You tugged him past the field, all the way to the back. A chain-link fence came into view, wrapped around an abandoned swimming pool that Jungkook had never known existed. Once close enough, you jerked his hand with a surprising amount of strength, throwing him against the fence.

“Now, baby boy.” You giggled, a finger in your mouth as you batted your eyelashes innocently. “You’re, like, totally buggin’.” Long gone was the pretty and soft expression you wore when looking at Jungkook. Now replaced with a strange glow of your eyes and a sinister gaze adorned your beautiful face.

“What? What are you staring at? O.M.G, is my left popping out?” There’s a sort of hunger in your eyes as you push your dress down, stepping out of the fabric and closer to him. Left in only your heels and pretty jewelry. There was a strong malicious urge in you, and it seemed to be growing.

“Will you let me touch you again, bunny?”

Your eyes glowed with a red hue, getting more prominent by the second. Even though fear was scorching Jungkook’s body like a fire, there was another venom spreading through his body. Your pheromones. And he was only a man, brought to his knees by the popular mean girl who actually gave him the time of day. If Jungkook was a stronger man, he might’ve gathered his bearings and tried to run. Or resist. Or at least say no to your request. Instead, words tumbled out of his mouth that voluntarily sealed his fate.

“Let me eat you out.” He blurted frantically. You stopped in your tracks, cocking your head in confusion. Your heel one inch away from his feet.

“… what the fuck?” Of all the things you’d ever hear your victims say, you couldn’t say you’d ever heard that one. You especially didn’t expect this from Jungkook. Like all of your sexual partners, he was always more focused on his own gratification. Sure, he’d kiss you and grope your tits. But if you wanted him to touch you in the way you needed to be touched, you’d have to guide his hands and keep them there before he strayed elsewhere.

And you didn’t care, it didn’t really matter to you. As a succubus, you got your energy from his orgasms anyway. You didn’t really need to come yourself to milk him dry.

And besides, you liked it better that way. You didn’t need to give the bambi-eyed boy any more reason to get close to your heart. You’d go down denying it, but there was a reason you were pulled to Jungkook in the first place. There was a reason your senses were so tuned into him, your body reacting automatically in his close presence when he’d picked up your notebook that day. A reason why his semen smelled so sweet to you, like a feast.

Since you’d been turned a few months ago, during the summer, you’d been navigating your newfound urges and hunger with little guidance. Using your powers to lure unsuspecting men, degenerate college boys and lewd drunk assholes, into your net. You tried to restrict your victims to only those who deserved it.

But somehow, you couldn’t stop yourself from pursuing Jungkook. The pretty angel-faced boy who doted on you and followed you around like a pet. Who placed his trembling hand on your ass so hesitantly after you guided it there. Who pouted every time he kissed. You thought you had a moral code, but it was hard to control yourself around him. Jungkook had always been a sweetheart to you, from the moment you’d met him freshman year. And somehow, that thud you felt in your heart from his sweetness that you were able to ignore the past year rose up with your newfound urges.

You felt yourself getting crueler as you killed, but you always tried to keep yourself somewhat human. You knew you’d throw that all away after taking Jungkook’s life tonight. You’d rip into the poor boy, your ultimate feast, your last supper. Right before you fully traded in your humanity for the monster you’d become.

“Please,” he begged. He hesitantly stepped towards you, gently pulling you in by the hips. You raised an eyebrow. In your hunger, your fangs had grown in too. He should be utterly petrified, or running for his life. Instead, you met his doe-eyes as he looked down at your devilish face. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he turned you around, switching your positions and leaning you against the chain-link wall.

You had to say, the boy had gall. You didn’t know what he thought he was doing—perhaps he thought you’d take mercy on him. Naïve. Or maybe he thought he could trick you somehow, running off into the woods as if your superior abilities would let him take a step away from you. Foolish.

You were distracted by the press of his soft lips into your inner thigh. His hands wrapped around your thigh, stroking your skin comfortingly with his thumb. The same way you did when you were fucking him.

He trailed his kisses up, soft pecks leaving a warm feeling everywhere they touched. Once he reached your mound, he pressed the gentlest kiss against your nether lips. You didn’t know why such an action sent a shiver through your body.

You cursed as he opened his mouth and tried to wrap his lips around your nub, licking stripes up your pussy haphazardly, his tongue slipping in between your folds in his eagerness.

You let out an involuntary moan as he found your clit, thumbing at it experimentally. His eyes snapped up at the sound, watching your reaction. He did it again, and you felt your body automatically respond to him. One look at you, and he dove in, putting his mouth on your clit instead.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he sucked, jewelry on your hand dangling as you hung on for dear life. Jungkook’s hand was busy feeling through your folds, finding your sensitive parts and spreading your arousal around, making a mess of your pussy. You were surprised at his fervor; never expected an inexperienced boy like him to be so good at head. But you should’ve known Jungkook was different, the moment you sat on his thick cock and he stretched you to no end. A virgin and he fucked that good the first time? Yeah, he was different.

Jungkook pushed his face in between your legs, getting more hungry in his pursuit of your juices. Lapping up at you, he pushed your folds aside to make room for his appetitive tongue. Feeling your legs start to tremble from the pleasure he was giving you, he threw one leg over his shoulder, keeping you steady.

His hands now naturally came to rest on your ass cheeks, pushing you into his mouth further. You didn’t know what was happening to you. You were sweating, even with the cool night air touching your hot skin. Whimpering and whining as this boy knelt on his knees for you. It wasn’t your first time being eaten out, far from it, but this was somehow different. Your other partners had licked at you lazily a few times, before deeming you wet enough to ask you to return the favor.

Something warm tingled down your veins, sending heat straight to your core. You gripped Jungkook’s hair tighter as you felt pressure build up in your core. Butterflies sprung in your stomach as he settled for kitten licks against your clit while looking up at you. He watched to gage your reaction, but just the sight of his innocent eyes made your heart beat faster.

“F-faster, Kookie. Please.” Jungkook didn’t hesitate at your command, diving back in with as much fervor as before.

You felt a sweat bead on your forehead. You were heating up immensely, suddenly feeling like your blood had turned to fire in your veins. Your legs felt unsteady, even with Jungkook supporting you. Your hole fluttered at the proximity of his mouth, pretty pout kissing you so sweetly.

He’d started to push his tongue into your hole experimentally, gathering up all the arousal he could. You felt him prod at your entrance, before spreading your legs further apart and pushing in. You let out a groan as his nose nudged your clit while his tongue explored the confines of your inner walls.

Your vision started flashing blindingly as he took you straight to your peak. With trembling hands, you hold onto his hair. Unable to speak a single word or warn him before your orgasm loomed over you. God, what was he doing to you? What was happening to you?

You felt a feverish temperature erupt through your body, your other hand gripping the chain-link fence behind you frantically. You whipped your head to the side as your breasts heaved with each breath. All you could do was sputter out the pretty boy’s name as he brought you to edge with just his tongue. A feat you thought impossible.

You felt a shock overtake your body as your peak crashed over you, screaming out his name in anguish and pleasure as you gushed out all over his mouth. Your body started to shake immensely, your vision starting to go completely dark. With a pang in your head, you collapsed to your knees, falling into Jungkook’s arms. Unconscious and breathing heavily, completely spent.

Jungkook held you in his arms, trying to shake you awake with a panicked call of your name. “Are you okay? Please wake up.” His heart started to race. “Oh god, what have I done?”

Jungkook thought he knew what he was doing. He thought those Secrets of the Occult books that Jae lent him held some truth. He thought that he’d done his research thoroughly, spending those few hours you were at practice pouring over endless sources to find all the information he could about succubi.

He thought he was helping you. Jungkook knew he was risking his life coming here to the dance with you tonight, but his answer was never going to be ‘no.’ Though alarm bells went off in his head the moment you dragged him up from his seat at the table, he didn’t refuse. Was willing to put his life on the line, for just the chance that he could save you.

Succubi, he’d read, thrived off of other people’s pleasure. They only feed off the energy they received from drawing out orgasms. Most succubi, especially young ones, didn’t seek their own gratification at all, deeming it completely unnecessary and meaningless. Only, Jungkook had learned, it wasn’t completely meaningless. If a succubi was pleasured, they would render more control over their own urges, and learn how to live with their hunger more easily. Not to mention, their hunger would be satiated much easier, not needing to kill and tear off body parts to feed. It was the difference between a human and a monster.

Jungkook thought he was doing the right thing. Never in any of his books did it mention cunnilingus as a danger to the succubi! Your body grew colder in his arms, dropping down to temperatures below the cool night air.

He bowed his head. All he wanted was you. And now here he was, holding your fainting body. A dying star. A single teardrop fell from his eyes.

“Oh my god, I feel like I just had a vibrator stuck up my vagina.” You stirred, his tear landing on your cheek, trailing down your face. Your hand went up to your hair as you tried lifting yourself, meeting his shocked eyes.

“Jungkook...bunny... you…” Your hand came up to his cheek, soft eyes with a hint of tears, “you saved me.”

You leaned in, pressing a kiss against his pliable lips. It was so full of emotion, something you’d never known before. His lips molded to your immediately, kissing you back with tears on his face.

“I-I thought I’d hurt you,” he revealed once you pulled away. “I thought you were gone.”

You shook your head, a small laugh bubbling up in your chest. He cared so much about you, it was sweet.

“No. I was going to hurt you though.” You brought up, looking down into your lap. You couldn’t meet his big doe-eyes, not with the sober mind you had now. Not with what you’d almost done to your perfect boy. “Why did you do that, bunny? Why did you stay?”

It was his turn to look away, fiddling with his fingers and mumbling under his breath. “I like you. Wanted to save you. Or whatever.”

You couldn’t take the fullness in your heart, crashing your lips back into his in lieu of a response. Your heart beat loudly with the adrenaline flowing through.

In the arms of a cute, pouty boy. And you felt vulnerable for the first time since you turned—not just because you were stark naked save for your heels. Maybe his fluffy head smothered in your boobs was your missing piece all along.

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remote learning (m)

summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two. pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 5.7k a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae​ / @eerieedits​ for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok drabbles; 01

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crema ⇾ jjk. [M]

⌁ pairing; brother’s best friend!jungkook x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; f2l, pwp, coffee shop au, forbidden romance au, smut, tad bit of fluff, 18+ 

⌁ summary; after sending your brother’s best friend a compromising video, the last thing you expected him to do is enthusiastically watch it.

⌁ word count; 5k

⌁ warnings; dom!jungkook, sub!reader, lowkey brat!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, filmed sex, public sex, use of sex toys (vibrator), exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, creampie, praise kink, size kink, masturbation (m.and f.), degradation, humiliation, face licking, cockwarming, choking, fingering, begging, teasing, hair pulling, spanking, nipple/breast play, cum play

✧ special thanks to the cutie, the talented amelia ( @knjsnoona ) for making this phenomenal banner for me~💕 and a million thanks to eva ( @nottodayjjk​ ) for betaing this and encouraging me always 🥺💞 and to sammy ( @chateautae​ ) for titling this fall filth fest for me, reading it over, and feeding into my jungcock horn train dhjfk 😚💓

❂ Fall for Romance

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Dia ( @yoonia ) through @bangtansorciere

⤐  au type: autumn leaves - brother’s best friend au

⤐  themes: coffee shop, forbidden romance

⤐  kinks: spanking, hair pulling, choking, nipple play, dildo/vibrator, fingering, masturbation, public sex, voyeurism, cockwarming, size kink, cum play, multiple orgasms

Phone glitching from rain exposure, you spam Jungkook’s messages once more. Since accidently sending him a video of yourself in an all too compromising position, he hasn’t replied. It’s particularly frustrating since you know he’s read all messages, including the video bubble of your nightly solo endeavors, but refuses to acknowledge any of them. 

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canceled | jjk

↳ summary: jungkook has a passion for camo pants, science, and debating with strangers on the internet. Usually, he wins arguments, but when you show up in the comment section of one of his his blog posts, shit goes down and he’s left wanting more than a virtual conversation.

↳ genre: smut (sci-blogger!jk, fashion-blogger!oc)

↳ word count: 6,416

↳ warnings: jk masturbates to your photos, sending & receiving nudes, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (in a library), jk spits on your pussy, lots of spit, drooling, biting, breath play, oral sex (male & female receiving), mentions of jk throat-fucking you & coming on your face, nipple play, cum eating, jk likes tits, jk is a little shit, swearing

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On a Thursday night, Jeon Jungkook — a cybersecurity major — is sat in his dorm-room with nothing else to do other than leisurely scroll through his social media feed. There’s not a lot going on in his mind right now either, aside from the odd thought about the girl who sits at the very front of his ‘Python Scripting’ class. She’s fond of wearing tight tank tops and he’s very fond of looking over her shoulder.

That’s when he sees it; a miscreant with the username ’frillsarecute2’ has left a rather insolent comment underneath his latest blog post.

frillsarecute2 commented on your post: you sound dumb as hell.. tulips need a nutrient ratio of 10-10-10 and the fertiliser needs to be slow releasing.

Frills? He repeats to himself. Cute? Who the fuck is this?

Your profile picture is a seductive shot of your face and a tease of your bare shoulder (and a great one at that.) Jungkook has never once seen a girl like any of his posts, let alone comment on them. To him, the girl in your profile photo is way too hot to be anywhere near this section of the internet, so he’s quick to come to a ball-busting conclusion; your account is fake. But, more importantly, how dare this stranger over the internet call him dumb? What the fuck do you know about anything?

Without much rational thought, he clicks on your profile — not even bothering to scroll through your posts — and direct messages you.

[luck_master + frillsarecute2]

luck_master: who the fuck are you?? you don’t know anything about anything. it’s 9-9-6.

With brows furrowed and fingers ready to attack the keyboard, he waits for your response. You could be anywhere in the world right now with a completely different timezone, but he wants an answer right this second. Exactly two minutes and twelve seconds later, you send in your response.

frillsarecute2: why are u so maddd!!

luck_master: i’m not mad bro you just need to get your facts right.

Jungkook took a plant biology broadening unit in his first year of college, so he sure as hell knows how plants and their functions go. He knows science like his dick knows his right hand. And, speaking of dicks in hands, he decides to close the chat for a moment to scroll through your posts. Further investigation, if you will.

Tits. Tits everywhere.

Whoever this chick is, he’s hot for her. Scattered all throughout your blog are photos of your body wrapped in various colours and cuts of lace. Other posts are of fashionable outfits, fresh gardens, and coffee art. But, why the fuck would he care about the latte you had last week? He sees more tits than he knows what to do with and his dick is very fucking happy about it.

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