High End | Jjk

high end | jjk

↳ summary: jungkook is a best-selling erotica novelist living in a lavish neighborhood. He spends his days cruising on yachts, tasting the world’s most expensive wines, and fucking bar-staff. But, as soon as you move in next door with your fruity cocktails, tight bikinis, and odd philosophies, his hobbies shift. To put it plainly; you’re sex on legs and he wants to write about you in his upcoming novel. But first, he has to get to know you inside and out. 

↳ genre: smut, fluff, angst (erotica-novelist!jk, architect!reader)

↳ word count: 13,050

↳ warnings: unprotected sex, orgy, semi-public sex, semi-public petting, semi-public fingering, ice play, nipple play, bondage, licking, biting, fingering, drooling, spanking, finger sucking, hair pulling, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, use of sex toys, multiple orgasms, pussy eating, dick sucking, throat fucking, crying, gagging, high drug use, drinking, swearing

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Let’s get one thing straightened out; rich people love to do rich people shit. Whether it be deep-throating oysters in the coastal towns of France, raiding designer stores, or pretending to relate to the lower class, they do it and they do it often.

Jeon Jungkook is guilty of most of the above. At 25 years of age, he lives in a multi million-dollar house situated in the privacy and luxury of the Hills. His neighbors live just as lavishly; some actors, some dentists, and some wealthy by marriage. Their problems seem bizarre to the average person, but respectfully, problems are problems. If you’re feeling off about something — even if you’re standing in your ten-acre garden and can’t seem to decide where to build your own personal water park — you still have a problem.

Jungkook has a problem of his own, but we’ll get to that in a moment.

How the fuck did he get so rich and where do I sign up? You might be thinking to yourself. He writes about the intimate and explicit details of sex. Each of his novels revolve around a successful individual dealing with life’s obstacles and ultimately leaving their imprint on the world. The sex scenes are a by-product of the power play. There’s a lot of power in sex, there’s a lot of love in his heart for life and its obstacles, and there’s a lot of money in publishing well-written (debatable), fantasy-driven erotica novels. 

To say he was born with a silver spoon sticking out of both of his ears would be a bit of an overstatement, but not too far from the truth. His parents are the masterminds behind a multi billion-dollar tech company that develops security software. From day one, they drove the tech-fantasy into their sons head, and even though they persuaded him to graduate college with a Bachelor of Advanced Computer Science, things took a different turn once he stepped foot into the real world; he grew a little too cocky with his qualifications, social status, and good looks, and so spent his time entertaining a rowdy bunch of people, partying, having insane amounts of sex, drinking whatever was handed to him, snorting blow off bars, and everything else the champagne life entails.

And then, like most young people, he was inspired by a short-lived summer romance. She was an aspiring solicitor, beautiful, confident, and determined, but her determination made her use people like dental floss. She bat her eyelashes a thousand times, said anything to grow her network, and lied like it was a 9-5 job. But, as much as it hurt him, he never grew to hate her. There was something about her — maybe it was the way she could tame every doubt in his mind, or the way she built herself from the ground up — that made it clear that she knew the world was hers. She was the inspiration behind his first novel. Similar to how musicians write an array of emotional lyrics and dedicate music videos to ex-lovers, he too found a way to tell stories. The difference is that he never writes out of spite. No matter how many chapters of heartbreak he could write, he believes it to be wholly unproductive. He sees the good and the fun in others or he doesn’t see at all.

He knew many fine publishers through his parents, so it wasn’t long before he was an official published author with a new network of literate friends. His novel was a quick success thanks to his advertising team. They worked their ass to the bone to gain a cult following for him. Posters were on bus-stops, library walls, retirement home notice boards, and even on the ‘Do Not Feed the Ducks’ signs at parks. If the ducks and the elderly weren’t already into sexy, but also kind of odd novels, they sure as hell are now.

He was crowned the king of erotica just a week after his first publication.

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Angel in the Darkness (M)

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

Word Count: 5,468

A/N: This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… (alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

 part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 (final chapter)

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Your mother told you that there was a purpose for what everyone does. That there is always a reason for someone’s actions; whether it was bad or good. If it was a good action, the individual has learned the most rewarding path to handle situations; regardless if it was easy or not. If it was a bad action, the person could reflect on it, and with guidance, they will learn the right way toward dealing with obstacles. And to this day, that is how you viewed life. If you handled something well, you would be rewarded in the future, if you handled it poorly, you would need to reflect on why you did such a thing, till you find the right path. With these beliefs, you always wanted to find the ‘purpose’ of an individual’s actions, and help them find the right way. So that’s how you ended up working at a rehab centre; helping mentally to find the root cause of someone’s poor actions, and leading them to a better future.

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No harm done | jjk

➳pairing: detective!jungkook x suspect f!oc

➳genre: detective!au, angst, mystery, strangers to enemies to lovers, smut.

➳summary: on a random morning you wake up with a handsome stranger looming over you. once the haze is gone, you come to know that your uncle, who brought you up since you were a child, has been murdered yesterday night and the stranger is apparently the detective who’s looking over the case. more badly, he’s suspecting you. will you be able to prove your innocence?

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➳rating & word count: 18+ ; ~5.5K

➳warnings: trigger warnings, mention of murder, blood, violence; explicit sexual content, stripping, sexual tension, unprotected sex (be safe!), rough sex, oral (m!receiving), vaginal fingering, nipple play, marking, choking, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), desk sex, sir kink — this is fictional and doesn’t represent jungkook in any way!

➳a/n: hi loves! i’m here with the rewrite of ‘troublemaker’ as i promised! this is a fast and wild ride, enjoy ♡!! thank you so much to @outromoni for making me this beautiful banner! This is unedited, forgive me for my mistakes!

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The observant and cautious eyes of the eminent detective, Jeon Jungkook, sweeps over the tainted crime scene. His lips are pressed together in a thin line and his brows are furrowed from the numerous possibilities running through his mind. If he understands something by now, it’s that Mr. Emery’s murder was out of pure rage. The body has been sent to the postmortem already. But the dark patches of blood on the expensive carpet are telling a story of their own.

He has a hunch that it’s someone close to him. Someone who probably wasn’t happy with his decision and during an argument they lost their mind and committed the murder. Most probably unintentional but still, crime is crime.

Without the need to turn around, Jungkook can feel someone’s presence behind his back. Fixing the little creases on his coat, he turns around. The sorrowful, broken form of the victim’s wife almost makes him frown. But, being the professional he is, he clears his throat. “Can I help you with anything?”

He notices the way anger burns in her mournful eyes, her hands turning into fists. “Do you know who did it? I hope that moron burns in–”

“Ahem.” he steadily interrupts, “I’ve just started considering all the clues and once I’m done, I’ll start interrogating the family members. Please be patient.”

She sighs. “Fine. I’ll leave you to your work.”

“Thank you for understanding and cooperating.” He nods.

As soon as she leaves the room, he rolls up his sleeves, his muscles flexing as he stretches his figure. He decides to look around the bedroom yet again. Jungkook wants to make sure that he’s gathering every possible clue from the crime scene which can come handy to find the culprit.

After a few minutes of thorough lookout, he finds an intricate lace button. It clearly belongs to one of the ladies of the Emery family. He picks it up in his gloved hand, the sunlight making it glisten like a twinkling star. With a knowing smirk, he waves one of his assistants, the next step he’s about to take already set up in his mind.

In the living room, Jungkook gathers all the family members, carefully noticing the nervousness and sorrow painted in their eyes. After moments of stretched, uncomfortable silence, he finally speaks up, “Visit me in the library one by one.”

The victim’s son is the first person to knock on the library door.

“Can you recall any recent arguments, or disagreements your father had with someone in the past few days?”

“Well... Dad is– sorry, I mean..” Rafael stops, swallowing heavily.

“It’s alright.”

“Yeah... Dad was a really level-headed person. But probably 2 weeks ago he had a disagreement with y/n. It was about her being single, I think? Not sure, but I don’t think that it affected their father-daughter like relationship. Actually sometimes...”

“Sometimes?” Jungkook asks, taking notes in his mind.

“Nothing, it just feels like he loves y/n more than his own child haha. But it’s alright, I’ve seen them like this since my childhood.”

“I see. Do you have something else to say? What about the decision of his business empire he made?”

“He kept me out of his business. And I personally don’t have any interest in it. I’m a wildlife photographer, my passion is entirely different in comparison with his.”

“Oh, I see.”

~

Mr. Emery’s wife enters the library as the second person.

“Just wanted to ask, is this button yours? In any case, just trying to make sure.” The detective shows her the evidence bag.

“No, no! Not mine!! I don’t have any dresses like that!!”

“Please calm down, I’m not here to arrest you. Just asking.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to burst out like that... I’m just going through a lot. Losing my husband so suddenly has affected me.” She mumbles the last sentence, a lone tear rolling down her cheek.

“I understand that.” Jungkook nods, continuing with a sigh.

“I heard from Rafael that your husband had a disagreement with y/n… do you happen to know what was that about?”

“Ah… yeah. He was not happy with the fact that his orphan niece is still not settled down with one of the suitors he recommended.” She replies, her voice sounding… bitter.

“Thank you for your input. You’re free to go, for now.”

~

The housemaid is up next.

“So Nini. For how long are you working for the Emery’s?”

“It’ll be 4 years in a few months.”

“That’s a long time! So you’ve earned their trust I assume?”

“Hehe, I hope so.” She shrugs.

“Okay, so do you happen to know anything about this button?”

“Uhm... that button– that button is probably from a fancy lace covered crop top of y/n.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think so. She has so many of them! And the buttons in those tops look like this as far as I remember.”

“That’s interesting.” He hums thoughtfully, putting the evidence bag away.

~

The sound of Jungkook’s impatient feet padding against the sleek wooden floor echoes through the spacious library. After waiting for a bit more, he groans, “Sammy! I’m waiting for 45 minutes now, where the hell is the niece of the victim??”

Squinting his eyes, Sammy pokes his head in, his voice nervous. “Um, sir I asked the maid–”

“Get straight to the point.”

“She’s still sleeping... and she’s not informed yet about the murder...”

Jungkook snaps his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. Gosh, he fucking hates lazy, spoilt girls. Who the fuck sleeps at 11 am?

As if on impulse, he decides to wake her up by himself. He takes a few deep breaths and unbuttons his shirt around his chest. He’s furious, and he really wants to put the damn girl in her place.

“Sammy! Where the hell is her room?”

“On the 2nd floor I think.”

“I’ll just ask the maid. You know that you shouldn’t answer unless you’re sure about it!!”

“I’m sorry sir...”

Jungkook strides out of the library without another word. He spots Nini in the living room.

“Hey! Can you tell me where’s the room of y/n?”

“Oh... Why?” She looks at him, taken aback.

“I need to interrogate her.” he states coldly.

“I’m sorry but we haven’t told her anything yet–”

He interrupts the maid, “That doesn’t bother me.”

Nini looks around helplessly. “Please understand, it’s a family decision. Her uncle was all she had, her parents died when she was 7 months old and–”

He groans, “Oh please, I don’t have the time to listen to your sappy stories. I have work to do.”

“It’s the reality not a sappy–”

“You know what? I’ll find her room on my own.” With that, Jeon Jungkook stomps off, frustration running through his veins. People like this make him angry.

On the 2nd floor, he stands in front of a beautifully crafted wooden door, and for some reason, he feels in his guts that this is the room of the girl.

Cautiously, he turns the doorknob, just slightly surprised to find it unlocked. He peeks inside, a beautiful, sculpted female curled up in the bed. He enters the room stealthily, his body freezing at the gorgeous sight he’s met with.

There you are, with nothing but a sheer white nightie and a pair of pastel pink panties. Your mesmerizing face is completely rested as you sleep peacefully. The white nightie is short, so short that he clearly sees your cute butt, the delicate lace of your thong barely holding it together.

Next, his eyes trail up to your navel, belly and breasts… Jungkook can feel his cock twitching in the confines of his pants when he notices your perky nipples through the sheer material.

For a moment, he just thinks how it will feel to have you pinned against the mattress, his lips around your sweet, sweet nipples and his cock deep buried inside your cunt, your pillowy lips parted as he fucks you, taking out all the frustration he’s feeling right now. It would feel like heaven, he imagines.

Damn it! Get your shit together!

What is he thinking about? It’s unethical and against his morals to imagine having sex with a potential suspect, but fuck this! His traitorous body speaks otherwise.

Cursing himself for letting his guard slip, he takes a deep, steadying breath, forcing away all the inappropriate thoughts and ignoring the semi-hardness in his boxers. He needs to get back to his zone.

Sighing inaudibly, he approaches you, clearing his throat loudly. You whine in response, turning around so that your back is facing him. And almost immediately, his gaze focuses on your nightie falling aside, revealing your juicy ass.

He grits his teeth, trying to look away from where your panties have slid aside, the moist folds of you out in display. That paired up with the sound you just made, the detective feels his blood running south.

After a long moment of struggle, he looks away, regretting his decision to wake her up by himself. What the hell exactly was he thinking?! This is a disaster.

Jungkook reaches out to grab your forearm, the tip of his fingers softly brushing against the side of your soft breast.

“Later, Nini.” You let out a whimper, moving your hand away. That causes his palm to fall on the swell of your breast. For a fleeting second he grazes the gentle flesh, retracting his hand the next second as if it got burnt. He needs to stop, he really does.

The sound of the bed squeaking takes his attention, and he finds you stretching on the bed. Your long legs and torso straighten, your breasts standing tall like two dollops of ice cream with a cherry on top. Almost hypnotized by the scene, the detective looms over your figure, really wanting to rip off your skimpy clothes and ruin you right here, right now. From this close, he can inhale the sweet fruity scent of you, his mouth watering.

You feel someone’s hot breath fanning over your cleavage, softly writhing from the feeling before you flutter your eyes open. You’re immediately met with an insanely handsome stranger hovering over you, his eyes drinking you in. You bite down your lower lip, his tattooed hands, his firm, flat chest, the prominent bulge in his pants gathering wetness between your legs. His strong, dominant aura makes you swoon. Even though he’s a stranger, you’ll absolutely let him ruin your body. You can’t remember the last time you’ve desired someone this badly.

He finally meets your eyes, swallowing nervously and backing away. The crackling sexual tension between you and this stranger leaves you panting softly, your chest going up and down in a rhythm, making him run his fingers through his hair.

“Get dressed. I have work to do.” he scoffs, looking away.

Puffing out your lower lip, you whine, “Excuse me? You don’t get to break into my room and order me around! Who are you? Should I call the police?”

He chuckles. “The police report to me, sweetheart.”

“Wh– what?! Why? You’re lying!”

“I’m not lying. Get dressed. I do not wish to interrogate you in this state.”

Interrogation? About what?

Knowing very well that he’s lying, you come up with a plan to crack him up. Feeling rebellious, you pull out your nightie, your boobs jiggling as you look back at him, challenge in your eyes. He coughs, “Faster, or I’ll handcuff you and take you out just like this.”

Smirking, you stand up on your bed, turning back and wiggling your ass, shimmying out of your panties. “Maybe you can handcuff me and we can have some fun here...”

With your feet, you fling the piece of clothing back on the floor. You look back to catch him gawking at your naked form. But he clears his throat and looks soon after you turn around.

“Are you gonna get ready or what?”

You get down from the bed, walking up to him with a pout, “Why? Don’t you like what you see?”

You trail your finger down his chest, stopping right over his belt. He sucks in a shaky breath. “Are you trying to seduce the law? Do you know that you can get into jail for this?”

Not looking up, you softly stroke the tent in his pants, whispering, “But your body is speaking otherwise.”

He grips on your wrists roughly, his voice almost a growl, “Keep your hands to yourself, don’t test my fucking patience because I barely have any left!”

A flash of surprise and fear crosses your eyes, and you back off. The sudden wave of shame crashes down on you, and you cover your body with your hands and cross your legs together. Taking the note, he turns around to give you privacy, warning you, “You have 5 minutes.”

With shaky limbs, you head towards your closet, putting on a pair of denim, a monochrome tank top, and a black leather jacket in hopes that it’ll make you look tough. But what you don’t know is that two brown irises follow your every single movement.

Once you’re done, you tap on his shoulder, not daring to look at him. He takes the hold of your wrist, and you feel the warmth of him transferring to your skin.

Strangely enough, he takes you to the library, the anxious glances of your family members catching you off-guard. What is happening?

Inside, he motions you to take a seat. You sit down, not wanting to mess with the stranger anymore. From a drawer, he takes out a sealed packet, producing a familiar button from it.

“Is this yours?”

You throw him a questioning glance, “Yeah... why?”

“It was found in your uncle’s bedroom, where he was murdered last night.”

Deafening silence.

“So? Spill the beans, how’d it get there?”

You shake your head in disbelief, stuttering, “Who– who are you to say that?! How dare you lie to me about my uncle like that... He– I’ll go call him you’re a–”

“He’s in postmortem. I don’t think that he’ll answer you.” he shots back, his voice incredibly lacking warmth.

You choke out a sob, looking at him furiously. “Stop lying! Is this some sort of a prank?”

“Your uncle was murdered! You really think that me, Jeon Jungkook is here to prank you?!”

You stand up, glaring at him through tears, “You are Jeon Jungkook? Where’s the proof?”

Almost immediately he shoves his ID badge in your face, your heart sinking as you look at it. “JEON JUNGKOOK” — it says.

You know who Jeon Jungkook is. He’s probably the most trusted and consistent detective working with the state police.

“You mean– uncle... He– he—”

“Yes.”

Sobs escape you, your whole body trembling from the impact of his words. Ignoring your situation, he questions, “So? How did this button get there? You better have some good explanation because you’re on thin fucking ice.”

You shake your head violently, blinded by the tears, “I don’t know anything. Please leave me alone, I- I need to–”

Jungkook grips on your shoulder, “If you refuse to answer me here I’ll have to take you to my office.”

You snivel, covering your face with your hands, “Are you a human? Do you not understand that–”

“Oh I am a human, and after dealing with so many criminals I know what to do when things get messy.”

Unsure what to say further, you just look at him helplessly, “Are you implying that I’m the– the one who did it?”

Rolling his eyes, he crosses his arms around his chest, “Oh please. Don’t act so innocently. We both know that you’re not.”

Your head hanging low from the emotions, you choke out, “Listen I don’t know what you think but you need to understand my position–”

“Spoilt little girl.” he mutters under his breath as he shakes his head before calling out, “Sammy! Come here!”

His assistant comes inside, throwing you a pitying look. You try to control your breathing as two men discuss.

“Tell the house maid to find the top this button is from. We need to check it.”

Sammy nods, going outside. The detective looks at you with interest. “Get up, we’re going back to my office.”

After 2 hours of interrogation and several mental breakdowns, you rest your face on the ice cold metallic table. Your temperature is slightly high from all the stress and crying, and the cold surface stings your skin.

“Did you visit your uncle last night in his bedroom?” Jungkook repeats the same question for the hundredth time.

You shake your head no, your eyes cloudy as you feel yourself losing your consciousness. He gets behind your chair, holding you upright as he asks again, completely relentless about it.

“Okay so let’s pretend that you’re not the main suspect. Who do you think can do this to your uncle?”

You stand up, facing him with hatred in your eyes, “Can’t you just stop?!”

“Oh? So are you confessing that it was you?” he quirks his eyebrow.

Rage fills up your whole body, and you scream at him, “How many times have I told you that I didn’t do anything!? Why don’t you understand?! He was the only person I had left in my family!”

He sighs, clicking his tongue. “I’d love to believe you. But then again, you had a fight with your uncle a few weeks ago about your relationship status. Plus, a button from one of your crop tops was found in the spot. Do you think that I’m stupid?”

You hold your head in your hands, groaning, “But that doesn’t prove anything! I fought with him because he wanted me to marry someone he likes but I’m not ready for marriage. And I haven’t worn that top since last month!”

Jungkook taps his fingers against the table. “So he was pressuring you to marry. Sounds like you had enough reasons to push him out of your way.”

“What? Are you kidding right now? I’d never do that! I can’t just kill my uncle because he didn’t agree with me!” You protest, tired of defending yourself.

“Okay then what about the decision he made? Are you happy with the new outlook of his business empire?” He presses further.

You roll your eyes. “I’m a self-made woman. I was never interested in his business or whatsoever. It’s too much for me so I chose my own way.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but the impatient knock on the door interrupts. “Come on in.” he says loudly.

Sammy enters the room, handing him a file. “The postmortem report is in, sir.”

The detective takes it immediately, walking away from your seat. “Thank you, you may go.”

You gulp as he leaves, every cell in your brain practically screaming at you to ask Jungkook about the report. Different types of emotions show up on the canvas of his face, and you keep your eyes fixed on him. Suddenly, he gets up, catching your wrist and pulling you up. You shriek, “What are you doing? Ugh–”

“Shut up. We need your fingerprints immediately.” He cuts you off, urging you to move. You look at him with glazed eyes.

“Fine. Go ahead. Finally I’ll be free of your dumb accusations.”

He stays silent, but his glare speaks volumes.

After another tense hour spent arguing with Jungkook, you come back to the office with Sammy. “When the heck is your boss coming back?” you ask.

“Soon. Please be patient. If you’re truly innocent then you’ll be free to go after he comes back with results from the lab. He’s consulting with Dr. Ramsey.”

“Fine.” You huff, crossing your arms around your chest.

To your surprise, the detective comes back within an hour, a grim expression on his face. “Go inside. I need to talk with Sammy.”

You nod, heading into the interrogation cell without any further ado. You lick your dry lips, your heart thrumming in your chest. What are the results?

Jungkook enters the room swiftly, his hands turned into fists. You nervously look at his cold, brown eyes, a surge of fear taking over you.

“Your fingerprint… it did not match. You’re free to go, for now. But, you’ll be called if the case takes different turns.” he explains.

Anger and frustration bubbles up in you, and before you know, your hand is planted against his cheek with a rough slap. He growls like a wounded animal, twisting your hand and backing you up against the desk. The pain makes you scream, and you struggle to take your hand away from his iron grip, “It hu–hurts!”

“Let it.” he grits his teeth, “How dare you slap me?!”

“It was well deserved! You asshole! You’re inhuman to make me mmh—”

He captures your lips in a bruising kiss, his teeth sinking on your lower lip. You gasp in surprise, and using this to his advantage, Jungkook enters you, biting your tongue. A moan escapes you, his taste intoxicating as he ravages your mouth like a starved animal. Your knees buckle from the feeling, but before your legs can give up, he holds you tightly, pulling you into his body. His hardened erection presses against your belly.

You mewl, your head lolling back in pleasure. Getting the access to your neck, he pulls out your jacket, his teeth scraping on the sensitive skin of your neck. He alternates between soft licks and hard bites. You thread your fingers through his silky black hair, crying out in pleasure.

“You like that, huh?”

Humming, you tug on his shirt, the buttons flying away as you pull it away with haste. You need to feel his skin against yours.

He looks at you intensely, picking you up to settle you on the desk. His hands quickly work you out of your clothes, not stopping until you’re completely naked in front of him.

Kissing you passionately, Jungkook grabs your breasts, squeezing and kneading them, grunting in your ear, “You’ve teased me all day with godforsaken body, now it’s my time. To absolutely ruin you until you can’t fucking talk.”

You shudder, mumbling against his lips between heady, demanding kisses, “I thought you hate me? Jeon Jungkook? What about your ethics?”

He leans down to bite your left nipple briefly in response, flicking his tongue along it and biting gently on your breast. “Who told you that I hate you?”

You moan, encouraging him to go on. “Oh really? Your actions said otherwise.”

He takes your right nipple, hungrily sucking on it and grazing his teeth along it. “What actions? Like kissing you? And sucking your tits?”

“Lord…” you breathe out, reaching for his zipper and pulling his pants and boxers down.

“Fuck!” Jungkook groans, his rock hard cock springing out. It bobs lazily, the tip an angry shade of pink.

Your jaw hangs open, he has a beautiful, massive girth with veins. Your hands automatically brush over it gingerly. He kisses you again, boosting your confidence, your fingers now spreading his pre-cum beads on his tip.

He grunts, touching your foreheads together as you work on him.

“Can I.. taste you?” you offer.

Eyes hazy with lust, he nibbles on your lower lip, tangling his tongue with yours, “Call me sir, y/n. Beg me, tell me how much you want it.”

You feel your cunt throb, your voice merely a whisper, “Please sir, let me suck your cock. I need it so badly.”

Jungkook smirks, “Get on your knees.”

Within a blink, you sit down in front of him. Your mouth waters as you watch his fully erected cock, your tongue sticking out to lick his tip teasingly. His mouth parts softly, his eyes locking with yours when you play with his pink tip. You suck and dab on it with your tongue to gather up the pre-cum. His hand holds you by your hair, guiding your mouth on his full length, hissing with pleasure.

You slacken your jaw, trying to adjust to his dick while he forces you to take him whole, soon making you gag. “Can’t you take all of it?”

He throws you the most, self-satisfied and knowing smirk. With a few inches still left, tears gather in the corner of your eyes as you choke on his shaft, unable to take more of him.

Jungkook brushes away a lone tear lingering by your eye gently, whispering, “It’s alright... use your hands where you can’t reach.”

Nodding, you take his base in your hands, pumping and twisting it whilst bobbing your mouth up and down his length. He lets out a guttural groan, holding your face while you softly bite down on him, licking it to soothe the slight pain. You’ve never felt so nasty in your life, sucking and licking his cock like it’s your favorite popsicle.

“Oh fuck!”

He moans when you reach down to fondle with his balls, his hips bucking up to meet you halfway, his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag again. Smiling, he takes the lead, going in and out of your mouth rapidly, incoherent words leaving you. You keep your hands on his balls, looking up at him with the most submissive eyes you can master.

“Ah! Damn it!” Jungkook grunts, picking up pace and mumbling to himself. You close your eyes from the anticipation, squeezing his cock with your throat. He slams in your mouth for one last time before he pulls out reluctantly, ordering you, “Climb up on the desk.”

You comply without any words, spreading your legs instinctively, waiting for him to touch your pussy which throbs for attention. He looks at your spread out form, licking his lips before attacking your mouth. You moan eagerly, his fingers parting your folds while he tastes himself in your mouth.

You break the kiss, grasping on his shoulders as he pushes two digits inside your core, pumping you slowly. He drops open mouthed, wet kisses along your jaw and your shoulder. His fingers curl inside you suddenly, making you whimper. You rock your hips with his movements, squeezing his fingers with your inner walls whenever he hits the correct spot. His thumb finds your swollen nub, rubbing it in tight circles.

Burying your face in his shoulder, you muffle your gasps and moans. Soon, you start to pulsate around him. He sucks on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, murmuring, “Don’t hold back. I can feel that you’re close.”

And you feel your pussy clench around his fingers. You can sense his smile against your skin, his fingers easing you out after you’ve come.

You take your time to gather yourself. Once stable, you look up to meet his brown orbs, darkened with desire. Jungkook extracts his fingers out of you, putting them in his mouth one by one and sucking them clean, “So fucking delicious, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks get warm from the compliment as he wraps your legs around his waist, his member poking your entrance. You bite your lip, whimpering softly at the thrill of Jeon Jungkook’s cock wrapped around your labia. He grunts, and without a warning, he slides inside your cunt.

Both of you moan simultaneously from the sudden pleasure, his cock stretching your walls to fit in. Once he’s balls deep inside you, he kisses your forehead, relishing the feeling of your warm, drenched core around his shaft. He fills you so perfectly, like two pieces of the same puzzle.

He starts to move, agonizingly slow and gentle, his lips peppering butterfly kisses on your bare skin. But soon, he loses it, jerking his hips to fill you up all the way and pulling away until only his tip is inside you, slamming back to your hilt again.

A string of whimpers escape you, his voice low from desire. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this to you since I saw you. You’re a fucking goddess.”

You pant heavily, looking up at him with doe eyes, crying out and mumbling between his hard thrusts. “I’ve... aah– wanted you too.” He reaches for your clit, his speed fervent. “Since– since I saw you ogling me.”

Jungkook chuckles out, his cock tirelessly hitting your g-spot again and again. “So you caught me staring, huh?”

You kiss him hungrily, moaning in his mouth as his cock brushes against your cervix, “I liked it– oh!”

He angles up his hips, stimulating you differently, in a way that leaves you feeling mushy. He presses on your clit harder, watching his length disappear inside your cunt and reappearing. He smiles when he feels your pussy tensing around him, his voice soft, “You feel so good, y/n.”

“Jungkook–”

He rolls your clit in tight circles, his thrusts now touching your cervix each time. Soon you feel the pleasure coil in your lower belly tightening, your voice a prayer as it snaps. Pleasure waves crash down on your body, your inner walls clenching around his cock. He slows down, gathering your body in his arms as you recover from the orgasm, feeling like a mess. Through the haze, you could feel one thing, that his cock is still inside you, hard and throbbing. You gulp, knowing that he’s not done yet.

Jungkook softly pushes you down on the table, the cold metallic surface hitting your back, a tingle running down your spine. He hauls up your legs, putting them up on his shoulders and looking down at you with a newfound tenderness.

His cock slides inside your cunt, filling you up inch by inch until you two are one, again. His movements are rough and demanding, but there’s a fragile intimacy between you.

You close your eyes, feeling slightly dizzy from the friction between your bodies. Your moans are a silent prayer to him. It seems like the more he fills you, the more your want for him crests. His hold on your legs tighten, and you know that he’s close.

“Cum in me, Jungkook...” you look up at him through half-closed eyelids, your cunt pulsating around him, making him growl.

“That’s potentially a dangerous invitation. Are you sure? We aren’t using protection so–”

“I’m on birth control. Please... I need your cum in me.”

“Fuck!”

He nods, giving a few more sloppy thrusts and shuddering, thick, milky ropes of his seed filling you up. You scream his name, quaking as you reach your third orgasm, a low groan falling off his lips. “Y/n... You feel so– oh my god!”

Your walls clamping down on his cock catches him off-guard, his pelvic muscles contracting.

Silence fills up the room, only your heavy breathing echoing through the cold, dimly lit office. He pulls out carefully, carrying you to the nearby washroom and cleaning you up, and cleaning himself.

“Can you walk?” He asks, concern coloring his voice.

You sigh, shaking your head, “I don’t know...”

He cradles you in his arms, taking you to a bedroom that’s connected with his office by an elevator. The door to it is hidden and secured with a number lock.

He puts you down on the bed, kissing your forehead and whispering softly, “I’m so sorry for being a jerk earlier... And I’m so sorry for now, I shouldn’t have worn you out like this...”

You squeeze his hands, looking at him with pain flashing in your eyes, “You were really an asshole with me jungkook... I lost my only family and you were so rough with me about everything... And–”

You stop, your stomach sinking as the thought crosses your mind, “And what did I do? I fucked the detective who’s investigating his murder. I’m– such a horrible niece–”

He bites his lip, his fingers brushing away your tears when you curl up in a cocoon, shame, guilt, pain tearing your heart apart.

“It’s– it’s my fault... Please don’t blame yourself.” Jungkook holds you close, stroking your back while you sob in his arms.

“I promise I’ll find out who did that to your uncle, okay?” He kisses your neck. “In fact, Sammy should be back soon with the fingerprint results of the rest of the Emery family.”

He drapes a soft blanket over you, “Rest, sweetheart. I’ll let you know once I figure out everything.”

Jungkook comes back after another hour, and you sit up immediately, a lump in your throat. “Do you… do you know who did it?”

He sighs, biting his lower lip nervously, “It was Mrs. Emery. Her finger print was found on the button of your top, as well as on your uncle’s phone.”

Clouds of overwhelming emotions gather in your mind… and tears stream down your cheeks in a silent pain that only you know. He comes up to your side quickly, hugging you tightly and patting your back.

“I already sent the police to arrest her. I don’t know why she was trying to frame you, but… we’ll see I guess.”

His protective hands hold you close as sobs wreck your body. You mumble, holding onto him tightly, “I– she took the only person whom I had in my life.”

Jungkook kisses you softly, “Not anymore. You have me y/n.”

the end ♥

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Someone to Love.

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Alpha Jungkook x Omega OC Werewolf Au!

Genre ! : Fluff . Mild Angst. Mild Smut.

Work Count : 6k

Summary : Widowed Omega Aerin isn't really looking for love. But Jeon Jungkook the handsome alpha who gets washed over a waterfall, is willing to offer it to her anyway.

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The thing about living in a clan as small as ours, was that word always travelled fast.

We were a close knit pack, everyone knew everyone and more importantly, everyone was always in everyone’s business. Which is why, it was no surprise that, even before the Head Alpha could send word for me, I already knew about the young alpha who had , apparently, washed over the waterfall. The drop was a good twenty five feet and the bottom of the pool littered with sharp rocks. He was obviously injured.

As the healer, I would have to be there to examine him.

Nevertheless, I waited till Jinyoung came knocking on my door, sometime after the midday meal, his face urgent and voice a little shaky. I had just finished wrapping my daughter against my breast, tying the end of the flannel across my back and over my shoulder . I pulled on the ends, securing the wrap around my torso, and making sure her limbs were free to move about.

Sera giggled, chubby fists wet with drool as she shoved them into her mouth. She was teething and that meant excessive drooling and a penchant for biting everything I sight. But like this, she was usually well settled, the warmth of my body and my scent lulling her to a drwsy state. She would be asleep by the time we reached the injured wolf.

My son was still out playing with the other alpha pups in the woods. He wouldn’t be back till sundown. And even if he did, Joowon was almost nine winters old now. He could fend for himself in the hut till I got back.

I quickly grabbed my shawl, wrapping it over my shoulder, before moving to the door and opening it.

“Aerin? Alpha Kim sent for you, there’s an injured wolf you need to tend to.” He said urgently and I didn’t miss the four or five young omegas hovering behind him, giggling and coy. I shook my head. Apparently, even a half dead, injured alpha wasn’t safe from these younglings. I gave them a chiding smile but they merely laughed some more.

“Of course, Jinyoung . Let me just grab my bag.” I quickly picked the small carry-all tote I used for visits. It had almost all the tinctures, ointments and salves that I stocked in the apothecary attached to my hut, in smaller quantities. I also kept a polished set of needles and tools in case I had to extract stubborn splinters of jagged rock ends out of flesh. For being one of the strongest breed, it was ridiculous how often alphas got hurt doing the silliest things.

Like going over a waterfall.

As we began the short trek over to the Head alpha’s cabin, the throng of smitten omegas surrounded me, looking bright eyed.

“They say he’s very handsome, unnie. And young!” One of them laughed.

I hummed.

“Then one must hope the rocks in the pool didn’t leave too much of a mark .” I said casually.

“I wouldn’t mind a scar or two, as long as he has his…you know..” Another set of giggles.

I shook my head, laughing. The girls were incorrigible but that was their right. They were all young, barely twenty and unmated. They knew nothing about the marriage bed , nothing about the intimacy that came with it. The love the commitment. My heart ached.

Two years and still my heart ached something fierce .

“Just tell him he has to rest for a month at least, unnie. Tell him he can’t leave for a month and I’ll work my charm.” The Head Alpha’s daughter Jisoo gave me a sharp little smile and I shook my head.

“I’ll do no such thing. And I don’t appreciate you lusting after a man who may well be dying.” I said sternly and Jisoo had the good grace to blush.

“Unnie, its just that…. I’m bored of all these dumb alphas panting after me. They’re so…uncouth. I just want to meet someone new.” She pouted.

We reached the small hillock that would lead to the Head alpha’s house and I gave her a smile.

“Well, in that case, I’ll patch him up real good for you. But till then, you and your girls, why don’t you go occupy yourselves elsewhere.”

Jisoo wrinkled her nose but listened and I smiled at Jinyoung, hugging sera closer to my chest and making haste to the hut in front of us. Jinyoung led me to a side door and further into a room at the end of the narrow corridor.

“Aerin! Child… You’re here!” The Head alpha held his arms out and I embraced him quickly. The injured alpha was laid out in the middle of the room on a thick pallet of straw and blankets. They had stripped him of his wet clothes and he looked like he was sleeping. I stared at his face and felt my breath catch.

He was breathtakingly beautiful. I couldn’t look away. Right up , I could make out three flesh wounds, jagged and slightly deep : one across his brow, another across his shoulder and one right over his chest. Dark ink curled all over his torso and he looked young but also like a warrior.

“We just found out he’s from the Jeon clan. The head alpha’s son.” Yugyeom, knelt by his shoulders, pointing out the inked shoulder which marked him as the heir to the Jeon pack.

“We’ve already sent word. They’ll be here to fetch him in a day or so. We need only tend to him till then. Well. Give him all hospitality and treat him like a king. We need to remain in the Jeon’s good graces.” The Head alpha said sternly and all of them bowed.

I quickly, grabbed my bag, laying it out on the floor and crawling over to his side.

“Hot water and spirit , please.” I told the maid standing by but the Head alpha quickly held a hand up.

“Aerin ah? I have a meeting here with the Min and Jung clan leaders. The autumn festival is set to begin tonight. Its impossible for me to keep him here and all the other alphas are going to be busy too. I want him to get the best care possible and I can think of no one better than you, fort this task. Can we shift him to your hut?”

I swallowed nervously. I didn’t really entertain patients in my house. Especially not alphas. My son got jittery and my daughter was too used to my own scent.

“As a personal favor to your alpha?” He said insistently, eyes flashing red and I realized it wasn’t a request. Rather a command.

“I… Yes, alpha.” I said hesitantly. “ Can I just examine him now, make sure nothing’s broken, before we shift him?”

“Yes of course my dear.” The alpha bowed before stepping aside. I quickly glanced at everyone else.

“Please leave.” I said quickly and they flushed, bowing before moving out of the room.

“Should I stay , Aerin?” Jinyoung asked nervously and I shook my head. “ Just wait outside and close the door for me, Jin.”

Once the door shut, I quickly glanced down at Sera who had curled into my chest and fallen asleep. I brought a bit of the fabric by chest over her head, so she wouldn’t get too much of the alpha’s scent. Kneeling down, I went about peeling the blanket off him.

He was a beautiful man, I thought absently, long limbs and thick muscles all over and it was no doubt his strong, well kept body that had saved him.

Other than a few more surface wounds on his legs and a gash on his thigh, he seemed relatively unharmed. I did run my fingers over his joints and arms, carefully looking for any swelling or discoloration that would signify broken bones. I carefully gripped his shoulders, turning him over gently to examine his back. I made a mental note of all the cuts that looked like they would have to be sewn together, so I could prepare enough string for it. I leaned over to press my ears against his chest, noting the rise and fall of his lungs.

A hand brushed over the back of my head, gentle and soft.

I jumped, wrapping both hands around sera and scooting back in panic, eyes wide as I stared at the man on the floor, now blinking tiredly at me.

“I… I..” I couldn’t get my words out and he groaned .

“Am I dead? Are you an angel?” He whispered.

I blinked, blood rushing to my face as I tried to calm my breathing.

“Jinyoung!!!” I yelled sharply and the door opened, Jinyoung stepping in and staring wide eyed at the alpha on the pallet. He was struggling to sit up and I quickly pulled myself together.

“Alpha Jeon! Please… You must stay still. ” I said quickly, pushing my palms against his chest, helping him lay back down, trying to ignore how his eyes danced all over my face, nostrils flared .” I’m Aerin, the healer from the Kim pack. You remember what happened today?”

He groaned again, lifting a shaky hand to press against his head. I moved closer, gently reaching out to grab his wrist, pulling his fingers away from the still wet wound on his brow, and his eyes clashed against mine, wide and steady. He stared pointedly at where my fingers curled around his wrists and I let go quickly.

“Yes….. one of the pups almost went over the waterfall. I… I tried to get him out.” He said softly. He glanced at Jinyoung. The latter looked away, clearly nervous.

“Pup?” I asked, heart dropping and he gave me a small smile. I tried not to let my gaze linger on his lips as he chuckled lightly.

“Can you help me up, kid?” He asked softly and Jinyoung startled, glancing at me.

I shook my head. I turned to Jungkook, heart racing. He sighed, resting back against the bed.

“Don’t worry, angel. I managed to toss her back to her father just before I went over the edge. I’m certain that she’s perfectly alright.”

“well, that’s a relief.” I hesitated, feeling awkward. Sera stirred and Jungkook’s gaze went to her again.

“she’s yours?” He asked gently and I blinked, glancing at Jinyoung nervously. It seemed too personal but I couldn’t imagine not answering without seeming rude.

“Yes, sire.” I bowed politely, moving back a bit more as Jungkook inhaled and reached out again, this time gripping my wrist. He scented the air and I flinched , yanking my hand away and quickly standing up, uncomfortable. He was still staring at me, gaze steady.

“You… You can tell the others that he’s conscious. We can move-” I stopped when the alpha cut me off.

“You don’t smell mated. You haven’t been with a man in years.” He said quietly and now Jiyoung looked uncomfortable too.

“Alpha Jeon, I-”

“Jungkook. Call me Jungkook.”

My heart jumped at the thought of addressing him so intimately. I shook my head.

“I’m looking for a mate. Can I court you, angel?” He said suddenly and my jaw dropped.

“There’s… There’s a dozen unmated omegas outside.” I choked out. Was I dreaming ? This couldn’t be happening.

“That’s not what I asked. Whom must I speak with? To court you? Your Head alpha.” He turned to Jinyoung. “ Please send word to Alpha Kim that I require an audience with him. And that its very important that he come here as soon as possible.”

“Please don’t.” I said quietly, feeling my body tremble and he froze.

“What’s wrong?” He said quietly.

I shook my head.

“I have a son. I’m not… I have a son. He’s almost nine winters old. He still… He loves his father. The man who raised him… I can’t…. it would break him. Please, Alpha Jeon. You have power here and I have none. Your word is law and I’m bound to honor it but please, please consider. My son…”

Jungkook’s gaze softened incredibly at that.

“I have a ten year old brother.” He said gently. “ What you’re saying is that it isn’t the head alpha’s approval that I need. It is your son’s.”

I blinked, thrown.

“I…”

“Then you must promise me this. If your son…” He paused, “ What’s his name?”

“I… Joowon.”

“If Joowon tells you that he wouldn’t mind having me in his life….will you consider letting me court you.”

I could only stare. Jinyoung cleared his throat looking completely enthralled by the drama unfolding in front of him. I saw a glint of mischief in his gaze and felt my hackles rise.

“Alpha, there’s a festival in our clan. It lasts three weeks and is filled with festivities and joyous celebrations. I do believe the Kim pack would be honored to have you stay with us, enjoying our hospitality and the bountiful gifts of nature we here in the lowlands enjoy.”

I gaped at him in disbelief.

“I… “

“That’s settled then. I will send for my pack members as well. They would love to share this time with you.” He turned to me.

I exhaled, certain that he had hit his head on the way down the falls.

“You’re insane.” I said softly, shaking my head. “ You’re free to enjoy all that my clan has to offer…. But, I’m not on the menu, Alpha Jeon.”

I quickly stood up.

“Tell Alpha Kim that he can fend for himself in one of the huts we have for heats and ruts. I’ll send one of my apprentices to sew up his wounds and apply salve on him.”

“I’m afraid not, Aerin. You know what the chief said. It has to be you.” Jin grinned and I glared at him.

Jungkook was smiling too.

“Come now, angel. Just because you don’t like me ….yet… don’t shun your duties.”

Good Lord.

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“Fucking hell, what the actual fuck…” Jungkook swore and I glared at him, grabbing a strip of white linen and balling it up before pressing it into his mouth, gagging him.

He stared at me, eyes wide in surprise and mouth open around the fabric.

“Stop swearing in front of my son.” I snapped. Joowon laughed, carefully threading the twine through the eye of the cleaned needle. He dipped the twine and the needle into the warm water and the spirit again.

“Come now mother, you know I can say worse things.” He stuck his tongue out and I glared at him.

“Not in this house, you can’t. Also keep it down… I’ve just put Sera to bed.” I carefully pinched the skin over his chest together before reaching out and slipping the needle into his skin. I worked carefully and diligently, focused on the task and when I was finally done, I glanced up, only for my gaze to clash with Jungkook’s.

“I.. were you staring the whole time?” I asked, blushing. Jungkook spat the gag out and grinned, boyish and naughty.

“Can’t help it. The view is truly breathtaking.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said that there are omegas here who would love to be courted by you. You haven’t met any of them yet and that is why you seem to be … so… “ I shook my head.

“Joowon ah… Who’s the most beautiful woman in this clan?” Jungkook asked firmly and my son hummed from next to me.

“Mother, of course.”

I gaped at the pair of them.

“See? I trust Joowon’s judgement implicitly. “ Jungkook shrugged.

Joowon laughed again and I didn’t miss the looks he kept tossing at the alpha. Curious but also laced with a lot of admiration. I wasn’t surprised. Joowon had never been suspicious or hesitant in offering his friendship to people. And Jungkook had regaled him with tales about hunts and fishing trips and kayak rides in rapids….. and the younger was now clearly intrigued and almost halfway to smitten with the man.

My own heart raced , pulse pounding in a way it hadn’t in years. And yet, I knew it was futile. Men like Jungkook…. They didn’t really fall in love with women like me. All these flowery words, all this flirting….it was for one thing only. And once he got it, he would leave. Of course he would.

But that was the problem. For the first time in two years, I considered it. Considered letting him have it….have me. But with it , came a nagging wish that he wasn’t joking. That perhaps, I wasn’t as….undesirable as my late husband had made me feel.

I shook my head to clear the haze of dreams, impossible girlish dreams that came with his scent and his proximity. I didn’t want to go down that road. I wasn’t… I may be younger than Jungkook but I was still too old to be courted and to start a new life with someone. Least of all someone like Jungkook.

I glanced back up at him as I carefully applied salve on the stitches, fingers light on dusky smooth skin. He was still staring at me, and as I bent in closer, his hair brushed my forehead. My eyes fell on his nipple and my mouth went dry. I breathed out and looked up at him, shaking my head and pulling away.

“You’re all done alpha.” I whispered.

His hand crept up to my knee, squeezing gently.

“I’m just getting started.” He whispered and I bit my lips, looking away.

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“Father… you shouldn’t have come .” Jungkook was groaning and I could only stare in horror , trying to process the fact that both Alpha Jeon and his wife were now standing in my hut, fussing over their son and ruffling his hair like he was five years old.

“Nonsense !” Alpha Jeon thundered, making me jump. “ You went over the waterfall and you expect me to not be worried. I brought our healer but I see the Kim clan has an exceptionally talented young healer themselves. My son looks as good as new , dear girl.” He grinned at me and I smiled shakily.

“I’m going to court her, father.” Jungkook said without any preamble and my heart dropped to my knees. Lady Jeon’s gaze snapped to me and I retreated further, clutching Sera to my chest in panic.

“No.. I.. no he’s not. I’m sorry, Alpha, I… I should go…” I dived for Joowon’s wrist, yanking my son along and moving to the door.

“Wait, child.” Lady Jeon’s voice made me still and I bit my lips, squeezing my eyes shut in horror. Surely whatever was coming…it couldn’t be good… t would be the same thing I’d heard over the years, the same threats, the same insults…

“Let me look at you.” Lady Jeon said and I trembled a bit, turning to her nervously, prepared for rejection and annoyance.

I found none.

All I could see was genuine interest that morphed into pleasure as she took in my features.

“What a beautiful girl you are.” She whispered , “ You can do so much better than my savage son, who apparently doesn’t know his way up or down a waterfall.”

Jungkook growled from the bed.

“Mother.”

Lady Jeon gave him a look.

“I’m serious. The Kim clan , I’m sure must have several fine young men, all of them willing to court her. What makes you think they would hand her over to you, Jungkook.” He said regally and I hesitated.

“I… I’ve been mated before. These are my kids.” I said hesitantly.

Lady Jeon blinked.

“Does that make a difference?”

I couldn’t respond, mind in shambles.

“Unless …what we’ve heard about the Kim clan isn’t true? And they are archaic and small minded when it comes to their women?” She said sharply, turning around to glare at my Head Alpha who looked horrified as he bowed.

“of course not , my lady..we… We all treat Aerin with the utmost respect.. She is as our daughter.”

“That is not what I asked. Has she not been courted?” Alpha Jeon asked gruffly and Jungkook made a noise of impatience.

“I’m saying I’ll court her, why is everyone-“

“Quiet Jungkook. “ Lady Jeon said sharply before turning to me.

“Have you not been courted after your husband’s death. Its unheard of for a young wolf to remain without a mate. Did none of the men in your clan step up?”

I hesitated before deciding on the truth.

“Joowon-ah? Could you go play outside for a while?” I said softly and he hesitated before glancing at Jungkook and running off. Once I was sure he was out of earshot I turned to Lady Jeon.

“They only offered to take me on as a mistress.” I said honestly, staring at my feet. “ And … I have a son. Old enough to understand these things. He… He heard his friends talk about how I was … He asked me if what they said was true…. If I was just anyone’s to use or take, now that his father was dead. I…. I had to reassure him that it wasn’t the case…. That I wouldn’t… That I didn’t need to warm anyone’s bed to survive.”

“She’s coming with us tomorrow.” Jungkook growled from the bed and I glared at him.

“Please let me finish.” I snapped. “ And yes, there are men here who feel that way but Alpha Kim is right. They have for the most part, treated me with great respect and I … I enjoy my life here. I’m not lacking for anything..” Except someone to love, someone to hold through cold winter nights, someone to share bright spring sunshine with…someone to kiss in the rain… someone who would go to war for me…

“So? You don’t accept my son’s offer of courting? Is that what you’re saying?” Lady Jeon asked gently.

“Don’t answer that.” Jungkook’s voice came from my right and I stared at him.

“Alpha Jeon…”

“Could all of you give me a moment alone with her?” Jungkook said quietly and Alpha Kim bowed.

“Please let me show you to your resting quarters.” He said gently and Jungkook’s parents shot him one last look before leaving the cabin. I stayed still as everyone filed out, one after the other.

Once it was just him and I, Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Just three weeks.” He said softly, “ Give me three weeks. Three weeks and if at the end of it you tell me that you don’t want to leave your clan…I’ll accept it without argument. You’ll never see me again.”

I sighed in exhaustion.

“You’re going to be here for the three weeks of the festival anyway. My answer isn’t going to change. I’m not going to fall in love with you, alpha Jeon. ” I said quietly.

He grinned.

“I’m going to remind you of what you just said….six months from now…when you’re my wife.”

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Jungkook was out and about three days later and to my utter horror, jealousy reared its head when I saw the extent to which he was popular with the other omegas. I stayed in the sidelines, holding sera and keeping an eye on Joowon, watching Jungkook get accosted at every turn.

But Jungkook it seemed, had no interest in wooing me.

He was wooing my son.

“These are delicious, Jungkook.” Joowon said excitedly, hands full of candied fruits and honey dipped grapes.

“Stop calling him that…” I hissed , but Joowon merely stuck his tongue out at me, stuck firmly to Jungkook’s side. Jungkook sat on the hard ground of the hut, surrounded by wooden strip and workmen tools, building a miniature windmill for Joowon who had never seen one before. The wind didn’t hit the lowlands much but Jungkook’s clan lived up hill and the windmills helped bring water to the canals.

He gave me a grin, his eyes trained on my lips as I sung gently to Sera, rocking her back and forth on my arms.

“You must give some of that honeyed fruit to your mother too, won-ah… perhaps she will have something sweet to say to me.” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

“I believe you’ve heard enough honey dipped words from the many omegas who can’t get enough of you.” I said impishly.

Jungkook laughed.

“ All I need is one word from you my lady….” He whispered and I flushed.

“ One word? No matter the question…? What word is that. ” I shook my head.

“Yes.” Jungkook smiled. “ Because it is that way with me. No matter the question , if you were the one asking, my answer would be yes.”

I stared at him, thrown by the magnitude of sincerity in his tone.

“Mother, ask him if he hates you…” Joowon giggled snapping me out of my thoughts.

I laughed and Jungkook glared.

“You’re supposed to be helping me brat.” He said with faux anger, eyes still excessively fond as he pulled my son into a playful headlock.

I watched them wrestle around Joowon smiling in a way that I had never seen him do in a long long time and my heart ached. Was it wrong… I wondered, to be this greedy? To want a lifetime of this….

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“ They say you never mourned him.” Jungkook sat on the rocking chair, shirt unbuttoned and Sera lying on his chest, the warmth of his body and the staccato of his heart lulling her to sleep . I sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall, Joowon was already asleep nect to me, head resting on my lap.

I watched him, watched the large, rugged hand, so gentle on my daughter’s back, stroking her gently, as he hummed sweetly.

“there was nothing to mourn.” I whispered bitterly, threading my fingers through my son’s hair, the silky strands falling through like water.

“He wasn’t a good man then.”

I shook my head.

“He married me when I was sixteen. And when I was old enough to see him for what he was, he didn’t want me anymore. And he died because he tried to rape the Head Alpha’s daughter.” I felt that familiar sickening feeling of disgust.

Jungkook didn’t say anything merely staring off into the fire blazing in the hearth.

“Is that why you think…you’re too old?” He asked gently and I flushed.

“It didn’t help with my self esteem.” I admitted.

“And is that why you..hesitate? To tell me how you truly feel.”

“It’s complicated. I … It s not easy baring my heart to you…” I looked away.

“You’re beautiful. I want you. Everyday I feel like I’m falling deeper.” Jungkook said quietly.

I stared at him, stunned.

He turned around and smiled at me.

“It’s not complicated for me. Its hard to watch you keep me at arm’s length. It’s hard to go to sleep on the floor, knowing your warm body is at touching distance. Its hard watching these omegas mistreat you because they’re jealous of the attention you get from me. And its hard….telling myself I can’t just pull you into my arms and kiss you in front of them all so they know . ” He smiled, “But telling you how I feel? It’s not hard at all.”

I felt my mouth go dry and stared at my knees.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Marry me.” Jaebum had cornered me by the apothecary and I stared at him in shock.

“What?” I snapped, “ What nonsense is this? Move out of my way.”

“Alpha Kim wants Jisoo to marry Jungkook. He has asked one of us to get you out of the picture. And no one else wants another man’s sloppy seconds. I’m the only one who agreed so you should be honored. Just say yes and come with me.”

He made to grab me and I stumbled back in terror only to crahs into a broiad back, right behind me. A familiar scent and strong arms coming around to hug me.

“Perhaps, Alpha Kim should reconsider his plans. Because I’m sure he doesn’t want the entire Jeon clan to come to war with him.”

Jaebum stepped back.

“you would start a war over some omega?” He scoffed.

Jungkook grinned shaking his head.

“No. But I would start a war over my woman.”

Jaebum scoffed again before spitting at his feet and walking away. Jungkook glared at him till he disappeared from view. My limbs started trembling the moment I realized what had just happened. After years of working for these people…healing them and mending their wounds….Was this how they saw me?

I went limp in his arms and he hugged me close.

“Angel….are you alright?” Jungkook whispered and I swallowed, turning around and staring at him.

“I… They… Why would he do that?” I whispered and Jungkook reached out cupping my face gently.

“I don’t know. But he’s an idiot. As if I would let another man lay a finger on you…” He said softly and I laughed, shaking my head.

I looked back up at him, letting my gaze fall to his lips. As if on cue the heavens opened and it began to rain… Jungkook swore, moving to find shelter but I grabbed his arm, pulling him closer.

“Alpha Jeon…” I said quietly, water dripping down my face as the rain intensified . “ Will you kiss me?”

Jungkook’s eyes went comically wide. He was already dripping wet, hair falling in soaked strands into his eyes.

“Wh-What?”

“I’ve waited for many years for this kiss. A kiss in the rain. With a man who would go to war for me.”

Jungkook laughed at that and I stared as he leaned down, gently pressing his lips to my forehead. Tears sprung at the tender gesture and I gripped the fabric of his tunic hard. Laughing I buried my face into his chest, as he pressed a multitude of kisses on top of my head.

“Angel. When I kiss you for the first time…it’s not going to stop with a kiss.” He winked.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leaving my clan was easier, when I reminded myself of what they had done. But I did my duty, offering my greetings and farewell to all the elders, before moving to link my fingers with Jungkook , who held Sera in his arms.

“ I owe you my gratitude. Because you’ve kept her safe all these years. But from now she holds no ties to your clan.” Jungkook said firmly, and I stepped closer to him.

I watched as Jungkook’s father shared a ceremonial glass of wine with the head alpha.

And just like that, I was no longer a Kim.

I was a Jeon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mother…” I whispered , mortified , watching Lady Jeon, wrap my daughter in her baby clothes, Packing her clothes and Joowon’s clothes as well. “ Please it isn’t necessary.”

“Nonsense. Jungkook and you need to spend time together. Alone. And I need to spend time with my grandchildren. I’ve already missed out on nine years of Joowon’s life , I refuse to miss out on another second. Besides, he has never seen a windmill he says? My husband has made arrangements for us to pitch our tents right next to one.”

I could only smile and watch as my excitable son practically bounced off the wall, eager to go on a trip with halmeoni and harabeoji.

Jungkook stood next to me, wrapping both arms around me.

“Say the word and We’ll leave in a hour right behind them.” He said gently and I smiled, shaking my head.

“No… your parents want this. I can tell. Let them enjoy some time with their grandkids.”

“Excellent.” Jungkook gripped my shoulders and turned me around.

“I’m in the mood for some honeyed words.” I said quietly.

“Jeon Aerin. My angel. Mine and Mine forever.” He said softly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Six months later :

Jungkook pressed kisses down my back and I grinned into the sheets, watching the springtime sun spill into our room, soaking the sheets in warmth . I stretched as he gently turned me over, feather light kisses on my belly, now slightly curved . He pressed his ears to the taut skin, listening.

“What is that, pup? Oh…yes.. yes yes… You’re right . Absolutely right.” He pulled away and climbed top of me, gently parting my thighs before slotiing himself in between. I sighed as he pressed against me, gently pushing in till he was buried to the hilt inside me.

“God, that feels good…” I whispered and Jungkook hummed, pressing a kiss to my ear before biting the lobe between his teeth.

“Know what our pup just told me , wife? “ He whispered and I looked at him, curious.

“What?”

“Well, he told me that I should remind you that you were so sure you would never fall in love with me.”

I shrugged.

“I’m sure you were once, pretty sure that you would never get washed over the waterfall.”

Jungkook laughed.

“Touché. So we both admit we’re wrong ?”

“The perfect marriage.”

Jungkook kissed me nose before beginning to move gently inside me again and I closed my eyes in bliss.

Someone to hold during cold winter nights.

Someone to kiss in the rain.

Someone to love in the springtime sun…

Someone like Jeon Jungkook, the perfect alpha.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : I LOVE ALL OF YOU. THANK YOU FOR 8K.

so sec c oof the temptation no one can resist🤌🏻 highly recommended ✨🦋

et sic incipit | kth

et sic incipit (latin) ↳ translation: and so it begins

“Ah there you are, little lamb. // Oh, I can't wait to ruin you.”

pairing: incubus!taehyung x virgin!reader

word count: 12,581

genre/rating/au: 18+ | demon au | smut

warnings: corruption kink • pwp • religious bastardization • semi-public sex • oral (m. & f. receiving) • unprotected sex • exhibitionism • fingering • coercion (just to be safe i’m tagging it!) • multiple smut scenes • multiple orgasms • public sex • name calling (kitten; slut) • dirty talk • edging • creampie • first time sex • clothed sex •  standing up sex • swearing

author's note: EDIT I HAD TO REUPLOAD BECAUSE THE TAGS WEREN'T WORKING T_T for @ressjeon who can't stop ruining me; thanks for the idea yannie, love u lots. and to isabella, @monvante​ thank you for listening to me cry about this fic and for being the best beta reader a pal could ever ask for!! huge thank you to @kithtaehyung for agreeing to do the banner!! ryen, i'm so grateful you agreed to the request and came up with this amazing look!! finally, this is for the au challenge as part of the bccsg event! let me know what you think and thank you always for reading!

playlist: pied piper x daddy issues (slowed) // airplane pt. 2 (slowed)

m.list | ao3

Temptation is not meant to be loud.

Because it isn’t scantily-clad women roaming the streets at night that turn the heads of loyal men. It isn’t the loud bass, bright lights, or fingers beckoning weary travellers to come inside and have a drink. No. Temptation is the forbidden desire to covet the tantalizing fruit that’s so close within reach; of knowing that if you stretch your arms just a little bit higher, you’ll be able to have a taste to satiate your hunger.

Little do you know that it only makes you crave more.

And for Taehyung, born of old and before the dawn of man, to tempt is to whisper quietly; reminding mortals of their earthly desires like a mother’s caress upon their head. His ability to see the heart’s of people through visions help with his mission, though after a millennia has come and gone, there’s rarely any excitement left in the world.

Even with so many pews filled with supposed Catholics, he scans the room with unseeing eyes, head lolling to the side and fingers tracing the air as the sheep bleat to the Apostle’s Creed. Not one single soul is good enough for him to corrupt anymore because everyone's already strayed from the path of righteousness; whether it's a white lie here or embezzlement there. Pouting at the mass that is his newest assignment, he kicks his feet while lying languidly, arms under his head, between the open arms of a Mother Mary's statue. Taehyung scowls when the organ picks up, hymns falling to his ears like the buzzing of incessant bugs. A nuisance at best, but it's still annoying.

After the long walks on Earth, he no longer feels the burning pain upon stepping on consecrated ground; no more gasping for air or marks riddling his skin when presented in front of a cross. He's grown too powerful to a point where holy water scalds his flesh like a warm shower would, rejuvenating, but drying on the skin. Taehyung supposed he should be grateful. With no holy power to keep him in check, he's able to wander through homes and tempt even the most religious of saints… but where's the fun in that? Making old men suffer with dreams of a church burning to the ground is not his cup of tea, no matter how fun it is to watch their old, wrinkly face twist in agony as they toss in their sheets. No, his sights have always been on the innocent twenty-something youths, especially those that have never known the touch of a lover, because it allows him to reveal himself and actually talk to another being for G- ah, yes, the forbidden ‘g’ word – sake.

Though he doesn't believe in fate, it's like his prayers have been answered (the irony isn't lost on him). Just as the priest takes his place in front of the podium, bowing repeatedly at the cross before launching into his sermon, Taehyung catches a whiff of something in the air and he sniffs once - twice - body twisting around to locate the sweet trail of innocence. He jumps down from his place in Mother Mary's arms and strolls through every pew, closely monitoring the faces that stare at the priest. His eyes scan the crowd, yet he still can't find the source until you come into view, head bowed as you whisper quietly with the deacon.

Ah, there you are, little lamb, he smirks, eyes flashing dangerously upon encountering his prey.

Taehyung glides towards you with ease, tucking his large black wings into his back to sniff the air around you. He doesn't dare come closer, afraid that you’ll notice his presence somehow. Humans, despite being the last of His creations, have been gifted with an annoying sixth sense – goosebumps on the skin and hairs on the back of their necks that alert them when they sense danger. And though his hands shake with the anticipation of absolutely ruining you, his mind already churning out simulations of what your moans might sound like, he trails a few good feet behind you as the deacon shows you around. Taehyung groans, squeezing his eyes shut when the yellow sundress flutters like wings, showing just the barest hint of your thighs that makes his cock twitch as he imagines what lies underneath all the layers of prim and proper.

The deacon sits you down next to him, close to the aisle where Taehyung stops in his tracks, leaning so close to inhale the perfume you're wearing. Fuck, he can't wait to have you. He opens his mouth, mustering up his power to whisper temptations in your ear; simple ones, like making you zone out while the priest is talking, but he stops himself when he sees you pulling out a notebook.

He guffaws, hand flying to his face as he stares at just how… innocent you are. Taehyung makes a silent bet to himself to see how long it'll take before you break, gauging your resilience without delving into your mind as an added challenge. He typically would swoop in and claim pretty things like you, but something about the way you're taking notes with your pink pen as you gnaw on your bottom lip makes him want to play the long game and my, what a long game it shall be.

---

After weeks of analyzing your movements and listening in to conversations, Taehyung finds that you've recently moved to the community on your own and has soon found a comfortable rhythm between work and your church duties. The priest had taken a liking to you immediately when you stopped by his office to ask him questions about his sermon and it wasn’t long before he asked if you're willing to join the choir. After a few more weeks came and went, it became helping out the church with its endless chores until eventually, you’re given the privilege to teach Sunday school. You're so blessed with talent and kindness that the priest actually handed you a copy of the keys to the church, so that you may practice your singing or plan your lessons ahead without needing someone else to be there.

Blessed.

Taehyung doesn't know the meaning of the word, but if it’s akin to the serendipitous encounter between the two of you, he could consider himself blessed. Another long week crawls by before you're finally alone, without the nuns or deacon fretting around you and asking for help. It’s a quiet sort of night where you just finished preparing your lessons for Sunday school this week and the click of your short heels rouse a sense of glee in Taehyung’s stomach. As he follows you outside, he takes a quick glance at the ornate mirror, observing the changes in his features. A sharp jaw and almond eyes, dark pupils and darker hair complimenting his tanned skin stares back. When he smiles, his teeth are straight and pearly white. He has to hand it to you, you've made him devilishly handsome – pun intended.

Taking another gander at the empty church grounds to make sure that you're definitely alone, Taehyung strides past you to lean over the lamp post of the dim parking lot, waiting for you to finish locking up the large oak door. Your eyes widen like saucers when you turn around around to face him, a gasp tumbling past your lips. He walks to you lazily; feet slapping on pavement and hands in his pockets as he looks at you up and down, wetting his lips at the sight. You take a small step back towards the steps of the church as he nears, until your back is pressed up against the wood.

"W-Who are you?" you glare though your body trembles in fear.

Taehyung tilts his head, observing the blown out pupils of your eyes as he ponders his next move. He dips his face lower, closer, to yours, letting his breath fan across your cheeks. The way you turn your face as you squeeze your eyes shut makes him chuckle before fitting his bottom lip between his teeth. Taehyung has the power to delve into your thoughts – to rid himself of the mind games, but that would only make the challenge easier and he wants to savour this moment as you slowly peel yourself away from the good girl persona you’ve crafted so carefully before you’re on your knees and begging for his cock.

"Do not be afraid."

Taehyung blinks, surprised at the sultry bass that comes out from his vocal chords. He's used to his face morphing to suit his victim's preference, but you have the power to change his voice and that's never happened in his lifetime yet. Smirk returning to his features, he shrugs, "To answer your question, you can call me Taehyung."

"You're… not human, are you?" Though your voice wavers, Taehyung is impressed by your courageous question and at the way your eyes return to his face, searching for answers that you'll never quite find.

He spies movement in your throat and his smirk morphs into a wicked grin as you gulp, waiting for his answer. Taehyung hums, eyes roaming your figure before answering your question and he chuckles quietly at the way your fists clenched tightly around the hem of your skirt (too long for his liking), knuckles losing its colour at the amount of force in your grip.

Satisfied, he leans ever closer, carefully, until his lips graze the shell of your ear. Taehyung delights in the small sharp gasp that's pulled unwillingly from your chest; the pitter pattering of your heart giving away your excitement as you squeeze your eyes shut. And based on your nervousness, especially at the way you're worrying your bottom lip as if the action can hold back your moans, it becomes clear to him just how lucky he is to have found such a wonderful new victim. Your mind is as pure as the first snowfall, unblemished by the dirt and grime of the earth.

That is to say, you're a virgin.

Taehyung's not surprised, but he can hardly contain his glee, pants tightening at the thought of you panting his name. He wonders how he missed that in the beginning. Was he so enraptured by your beauty that he missed such a basic fact? Surely, the years of abstinence hasn't made him that rusty. Regardless, he chuckles quietly, shaking his head when he notes your confused expression. "You are correct. I am not a human. Can you guess what I am, hm?"

"Judging from the fact that you're smiling while you have me pressed up against the door, you're either a delusional pervert or a demon. And if you're the latter, how can you step foot on consecrated ground without, I don't know, screaming in pain?" you demand with a brevity he didn’t know you had.

Taehyung wonders if it's all right for him to reveal the true depths of his power, but decides against it at the last second, choosing to shrug it off instead, tilting his chin to the side to show the column of his sun-kissed neck. It's a non-committal answer and he hopes it will ignite your curiosity. The silence stretches as he deprives you of a response. After some shuffling from your end, you step to the side hesitantly, your back scraping against the wood.

"I… have to get home. Someone's waiting for me there," you mumble, ducking away from his gaze and the closeness of his body. Taehyung purses his lips, perhaps you're not as innocent as he initially thought because he knows you live alone, based on the conversations he's heard between you and the older ladies that have tried to set you up with their grandchildren.

"Pray tell, who's waiting for you?" he muses, arching his eyebrow and taking a step backwards to let you breathe. "I do recall you told the deacon that you recently moved here all those weeks ago. Surely, you haven't found anyone else to warm your bed so shortly upon settling in?"

The way you shift your weight from one foot to another is enough confirmation for him. You're lying. Another hum of approval as he flashes you a pearly-white smile. Could it be that easy to bring you to his side? Taehyung clears his throat, making you jump, and he wets his lips, ensuring that you spy the movement intently as he drags his thumb over the plush muscles. The way you gasp makes his heart pound, the sound loud in his ears in the silence of the night – like a distant call to beckon him home.

"Run along, now," Taehyung sighs, placing his hands in his pockets to stop them from reaching for you. "I simply wanted to introduce myself tonight. I can't wait to see you again tomorrow, Ms. ____."

You don't say anything else to him as you dart around his figure, making sure not to touch him in the slightest before hastily unlocking your car. Yet, just before you drive away, Taehyung can feel the weight of your stare and the two of you lock eyes in your rearview mirror, which only speaks volumes to your interest. Laughter spills into the night when he’s left alone, his body alight with a flame of desire that makes him shiver. The night will be painful as he waits for your return, but he doesn’t want to seem too eager, so Taehyung walks back inside the church, unlocking the door with a flick of his wrist, and flies up to return and lay between the hands of Mother Mary’s embrace.

---

Taehyung's stretched out on the pews on the second floor when he hears the door open. He doesn't need to sleep and thus, the entire night was spent thinking of ways to bend you to his will. When his eyes land on your figure, navy floral dress with a beige cardigan this time around, he smiles, watching quietly as you step gingerly into the cathedral with shifty eyes, jumping at every small noise that the old church makes. He saunters down the wooden stairs loudly with a hum, acutely aware of the gasp and the widening of your eyes when you see him approach.

"Why so scared, kitten?" Taehyung smirks, still standing a few feet away from your figure. "It's just me."

You're about to retort, but the sound of the large door opening steals your attention and soon, the old ladies start to filter in, greeting your name loudly as their arms stretch out to give you the biggest hugs. The phenomenon is interesting – the ladies part into two separate streams like a river flowing past a large rock around Taehyung, despite not knowing that he's standing right there. You tilt your head to the side, a silent question, which Taehyung answers with a shrug. If he had to take a guess, it probably has something to do with the damned sixth sense, but there isn’t a reason for you to know that. The conductor calls your name to beckon you to the stage and your curiosity wanes, turning your back to Taehyung as you clutch the music sheet to your chest.

He makes himself scarce for the first hour of practice, entranced by the sound of your angelic voice that echoes through the grand nave, the light filtering from the stained-glass windows casting rainbows by your feet. Every so often, Taehyung finds your eyes wandering from the sheet music, head craning from side to side as you look for something – or someone. He takes his chances, appearing just next to the conductor to mimic the movements of his wand. It grants him a saccharine smile on your lips, voice trembling slightly as you reign in your giggles, and though Taehyung has met the most elegant and beautiful creatures in his lifetime, there's something about your smile that makes him want to repent and beg for forgiveness. He falters in his movements, hands still raised in the air before he pulls them back down, lips pressed into a thin line at the epiphany.

Strange.

He doesn't do anything else for the remainder of practice, opting to sit quietly in the pew by the director, his foot tapping rhythmically to the music as he stares at your face. However, by the time practice is over, Taehyung can't find a way to get you alone. Despite multiple attempts at cornering you into a secluded area of the church, the big ‘Someone Upstairs’ seems to have an eye out for you because you're always called away as he steps closer to your vicinity; either by the deacon, who came to check up on practice, or the ladies, or the conductor. Taehyung grits his teeth in frustration, hands balling into fists as you're ushered out of the church in a hurry. The door shuts tight in front of him, but he manages to catch a glimpse of you looking back curiously, wide eyes finding his instantly and it tempers his rage slightly.

Taehyung sighs irritably as he casts his eyes up to the painted ceiling of the beautiful cathedral. He promptly smiles, shaking his head slowly as a flame of challenge flicker in his eyes. Don't think you've won yet, bastard, he curses at the artist's rendition of the Almighty, surrounded by His cherub angels.

Looks like he'll have to follow you home today.

---

The click of the door unlocking signifies your arrival, yet he keeps his back turned to the front door as he watches the scenery outside. Taehyung stills when he hears you gasp, a quiet snort of laughter escaping from his chest when you drop your keys in surprise. When he eventually faces you, he can't help the mischievous smirk that plants itself on his lips. Oh, you look radiant, doe-like eyes wide with surprise and lips parted open slightly as you gape at him standing in the middle of your living room.

When the surprise subsides, there's a deep scowl upon your mouth as it thins into a straight line. Gone is the fearful girl from the previous night, replaced with a naive yet brave woman that doesn't know yet what she's getting herself into. Giddiness hums in his veins as he steps closer, footsteps thumping lazily on your carpet until Taehyung towers over you, tilting his chin downwards to meet your eyes.

"Kitten," he greets, using a fraction of his power to make his voice sound extra sweet. Taehyung's heart jumps when he sees you blink furiously, the scowl leaving your lips, replaced promptly with a soft 'oh’ at the mention of the pet name. "Surprised to see me?"

He admires the way you try to restrain yourself, breathing in deep so your voice doesn't waver. "What are you doing in my living room?"

"I go wherever I please… And tonight, I can’t help but find myself here, especially since I can’t seem to talk to you in church. Plus, I aim to please you tonight." Taehyung isn't surprised in the slightest to know that the cheesy line didn't work, your eyes turning immediately into slits as you regard him.

You part your lips to say something, but he immediately cuts you off by leaning closer, nose barely grazing against each other. "Don’t worry, I won't touch you or anything. When you do ask for my help, it'll be from your own volition. Until then, I'll just be watching your pretty self from over here." He draws himself away as he utters the last sentence, turning his back and padding quietly to the comfort of your sofa.

For the remainder of the night, you were resolute in ignoring him and he doesn't say much either since he finds your resistance amusing. Time isn't of the essence for a creature like him; why would it when he has all of eternity to break you? You'll succumb eventually to your desire and Taehyung can't wait to hear the noises you'll make in the bedroom. He can practically hear you moaning his name as you lay willingly on your stomach, begging for more as you succumb to pleasure.

That night, when the lights flicker off in your house, Taehyung remains planted on the living room couch, humming tunelessly as he casts his spell. He made a vow to himself that he wouldn't delve into your thoughts, despite how easy it would be to crumble your resolve, but that doesn't mean that he won't toy with them. So, with his eyes turning from the colour of earth to glowing red and a few muttered phrases, all in a language that sounds like whispers in a gloomy forest, he sends you the sweetest dreams he can conjure up. Of sunshine and grass underneath you, of whispers of your name falling from his lips as he rolls his hips gently against your body. In the dream, he doesn't let you orgasm, no, that's left for the real thing. When he picks up the sounds of gasping from your room, he stops the dream abruptly, grinning when you shuffle awake, a groan dying on your lips at the lack of friction between your legs.

Ever since that night, he continues the decadent torture, nothing too obscene of course, especially since you're so innocent, so pure.

So, he makes you dream of lovers – limbs tangled with each other as they moan and gasp, caressing touches that burn your skin with want as they make love underneath the stars or on the flowering meadow, no one else existing in the world besides the two.

He makes you dream of pleasure – lying on your back as he rests between your legs, fingers stretching you open in anticipation of filling you up, hearing him moan at your taste.

Finally, he makes you dream of love -- of being cared for and attended to, your every desire fulfilled; of quiet whispers of praise as you almost find your release, your body begging you to just let go. Taehyung admits that the last one is the cruelest one of all. He relishes at your flushed cheeks and the scent of your arousal clinging to your underwear every time you come down from your bedroom - though you have yet to acknowledge him in any way besides a curt 'good morning' and an even colder 'good night.'

---

Never needing sleep is a curse Taehyung wouldn't wish upon anyone. He sits awake, time passing too slowly for his liking. He's grabbed a decorative book that you've placed on your coffee table and is now reading under the dim light of the moon, perched on the sofa that probably houses the indents of his butt after sitting for so long. Just as he finishes the first chapter, he hears a groan of frustration and the shuffling of blankets haphazardly thrown off the bed. After several rhythmic thumps of feet running loudly down the stairs, your figure emerges on the banister, wild hair flowing around you as you seethe in anger.

"It's you, isn't it?" you demand, standing on the opposite end of the couch with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

Taehyung hears the anger in your voice and he closes his book with a snap, a cheshire-cat like grin appearing on his face as he tilts his chin in mock confusion. He snickers when your eyes turn into slits the instant your eyes meet his, your resolve evident in the stare.

"The dreams," you repeat again, hands scratching at your forearm. "You're the reason I keep having them, right?"

"And if that's the case" – Taehyung yawns, throwing the book aside on the cushions and standing for the first time since his sedentary position on the couch before crawling towards you like a cat – "what are you going to do about it, hm?" His hands are itching to touch you, to feel the goosebumps on your skin, but he clasps it behind him instead. Because, he has to wait for you to make the first move, because it’s the law and because it’s so fucking fun.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, the words dying in your throat. He waits for you to say something, but after yet another heartbeat of silence without any sound, he takes it upon himself to ask instead, "Do you want me to stop, kitten?" He allows concern to drip into his voice, dropping it half an octave lower as he scans your face.

You remain impassive, though your breathing quickens after a sharp intake of breath. "No," you reply meekly, pouting as though you've been reprimanded. You don't say anything more, fleeing the scene with a final scathing glance at Taehyung as you race towards your bedroom, leaving the demon amused as he returns to his space on the couch.

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He turns your dreams into something darker after your confession. Gone are the lovers sprawled under the stars, gone is the gentle touch of love, replaced instead with animalistic grunts invading your thoughts as you sleep. That night, you dream of whips and chains and belts, of hard and rough thrusts that shake the headboard, of insatiable desire as you’re brought closer to the edge repeatedly without being able to fall. These are the dreams that leave you panting awake and soiling the sheets with your arousal. Taehyung ignores the pointed looks you throw his way when you come down the stairs that morning, pretending that he's too focused on the book about shapes and wallpapers.

But as you drift past him towards the kitchen, his body jolts himself awake, a current of electricity running down his spine as he smells the lingering scent clinging to your clothes. A scent that’s much thicker than usual. Taehyung’s breathing hard when he dashes into the kitchen, feet slapping loudly against the linoleum. He stares at the look of helplessness in your face: at the bags under your eyes from one too many sleepless nights and your disheveled hair thrown haphazardly into a ponytail. Without hesitation and before you can react, Taehyung grabs your wrist and brings it close to his face, inhaling deeply at the scent of arousal that clings under your fingernails, despite your attempts to mask it with soap. You snatch your hand away quickly, backing up until your spine is flushed with the wall to leave as much space between your bodies as possible.

Taehyung clicks his tongue, amused at your reaction. "Well, well, well, did someone have fun this morning?" he smirks, though he's aware of the answer already; could hear from the couch the faint gasps that escape your lips as you bring yourself close to the edge of pleasure that morning, nightgown hiked up past your waist and sheets wrinkled from thrashing about. He'd been able to ignore the needy moans that causes a tent to form in his pants all morning, but he can't ignore it when the evidence is right in front of him.

Oh, that look is what he craves for: your eyes widen and the colour seems to drain from your face as though you've been caught doing something illegal. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know, many people touch themselves." Taehyung drops your hand to your side, leaning against your countertop instead. "Did it feel good, kitten? What were you thinking of when you're on the edge of pleasure, hm?"

Taehyung takes a step towards you, yet you don't move.

"Did you" – step – "think of" – step – "me?"

His voice drops to a whisper at the last syllable and Taehyung is so close to you that he can hear your thunderous heartbeat. His breath fans across your face and the urge to kiss you grows stronger. He wants to know the sounds that come out of that pretty mouth of yours; wants to swallow every moan and gasp as he makes you feel good.

But he resists.

Reminding himself of the long game he's playing.

"Yes," you reply quietly, voice hardly audible over the singing kettle. The sound makes you jump and you quickly move towards the stove to turn the hob off, cinching your robe tightly around your frame.

Taehyung hears your answer, but refuses to comply so soon, a sadistic desire rising to the surface to bathe you further with humiliation. He strides up to stand behind you, pressing his chest on your back as he drops his head by your shoulder, tilting his face so you can see him from your periphery. "Hm? What did you say?"

You don’t answer immediately, huffing and stamping your feet as you glare at him. Taehyung cocks an eyebrow upwards at your behaviour and after an intense moment of staring, your shoulders sag in defeat.

"Yes," you say louder, screwing your eyes shut as you take a shuddering breath as you turn around so your chests touch. "I was thinking of you when I… umm-"

"Orgasmed?" Taehyung finishes for you when you flounder, leaning away as he smirks triumphantly at your embarrassed expression. "Ah, look at you, getting all shy. Where'd your courage go, kitten? Hm? Cat got your tongue?"

He doesn't miss the way your eyes flicker to his lips; at the shallow breathing and slight part of your mouth. "I can make you feel even better, you know," Taehyung whispers, voice dripping with sin. "If you just. say. 'yes'." Every word is punctuated by the disappearing distance between your faces, leaving only a millimetre of space between your lips.

Taehyung chuckles quietly when you moan, but as he starts to pull away, you're already reaching for him, hands circling around his neck as you crash your mouths together clumsily. Despite the smirk on his lips, and his brain screaming at him to continue, you haven't actually given him permission so he reluctantly pushes you back with your shoulders, leaving you gasping for air with pupils so dilated, it turns your irises black.

"Kitten," he growls, though he smiles to soothe the sting in his warning. "I can't do anything unless you say 'yes'. That includes kissing your pretty mouth." Taehyung reaches to drag his thumb over your bottom lip and he's not sure if it's instinct, but you part your lips to suck on the digit lightly, wide doe-like eyes burning with desire as you stare up at him.

"That's not a 'yes', so I'm going to leave."

Grinning at your whines of protests, he leaves your mouth with a soft pop. "You know where to find me when you're ready," he waves without turning around, settling himself back on your couch without looking back.

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"And may your sins be forgiven by the hands of the merciful God. Please feel free to stay here for as long as you need," the priest mutters, shuffling out of the confessional booth after sending a prayer your way. But you can't digest the words, not when you're sitting on the lap with your back pressed against the chest of a literal demon.

Over the past month, Taehyung has teased you endlessly. It started out with dreams that leave you wanting more, barely catching any sleep, and evolved into a searing, but swift, kiss in the middle of your kitchen. You still haven't forgotten the way his lips set your body aflame, at the dizzying desire that accompany it. When he walked away from you that day, your resolve started to crumble bit by bit and you were tempted to pull him back by the collar of his shirt to say 'yes', if it weren’t for the nagging voice in your head telling you ‘no’. You haven't uttered the word yet, too afraid of what will happen when you do. If you do, you correct yourself.

In spite of the push and pull of limbo where you constantly debate on what to do, Taehyung has now become a source of comfort and you find yourself looking forward to seeing him at home after a long stressful day at work. The conversations were pleasant, humourous even. Though you don’t dare admit it out loud, the main reason you look forward to seeing him now is because of the dreams. They started out as a plague; a thorn at your side that you try to resist, but when you finally succumbed to its incessant call that day, you feel sated, albeit only a little bit because your hand movements are pathetic and you could barely get yourself off.

The demon behind you is humming the hymn you've been practicing for the choir performance this Sunday and his deep voice sends shivers down your spine whenever he harmonises with you. Moving past the temptation and the teasing, Taehyung's a fairly decent conversation partner and he has many stories to tell about the past, leaving you entranced as you sit cross-legged on the opposite end of the couch, pillows in place of a barrier as he launches into a story about kings and queens whose names have long since disappeared from history books.

You don't realise it, but you're slowly mending the distance between the two of you and now you find yourself sitting comfortably on his lap just as you finish confessing your sins to the priest. True to his word, Taehyung has not tried to touch you, but he does respond to your whims. You’re not sure if it’s intentional, but a whisper of his name is all it takes for him to materialize in front of you. The confession booth had been an accident, his name slipping past your lips as you're praying and he's been stuck in this small box with you in it, groaning when his tall figure hits his head on the wooden ceiling. The growing hardness poking at your butt doesn't help with your concentration and you spend the entire confession grinding slowly to provide friction to your cunt, hoping Taehyung won't notice (he does).

"Do you want me to touch you?" His voice is so deep and loud inside of the box, startling you momentarily when you regain your surroundings.

Before you say anything, you peel open the purple floor-length curtain to take a glimpse outside, a mixture of desire and nervousness flowing in your bloodstream when you find the cathedral empty.

This is your decision now. Taehyung will back off if you say 'no', but there's a growing need coiling in the pit of your stomach and if you could just scratch that itch, it will surely go away… right?

So, with a scrap of courage left, and your heart beating rapidly in your chest, you open your mouth. "Yes, Taehyung. Please touch me."

Taehyung growls behind you, words sounding like ‘fucking finally’ uttered from his mouth as he flips your skirt over to reveal what’s been hidden for so long. He peels your underwear from your sopping cunt and revels at the scent that hits his nostrils. "Look at you, kitten, already so wet for me. Are you finally going to let me fuck you? Should we commit such atrocious sins in this booth?"

You whine as you bend your body forward, shivering when you feel the cold air kissing your dampness. "No, please. Just… touch me," you manage to say coherently, squeezing your eyes shut when you feel his fingers trail the skin of your ass.

"Lift yourself up just slightly. That's good, now bend lower," Taehyung instructs. He shuffles behind you, spreading your legs by opening his.

You gasp when he finally touches you, two fingers finding your clit easily and rubbing circles around the swollen nub. You were apt in your description; your clumsy fingers can't compare to his experienced ones and within seconds, your body sings of pleasure, finally feeling like you can cum hard, drowning in ecstasy as he continues to draw moans of his name from your lips. The grip on his knees tighten, fingernails digging into the fabric as you experimentally grind your hips along with his movement.

Taehyung groans in approval, the sounds of your wet cunt bouncing inside the wooden box spurring your movements, quiet moans of his name cascading like water as your body shivers with every touch. With his spare hand, he pushes a finger inside you and you moan at the strange intrusion. He keeps it there, curling it slightly as he lets you adjust before removing it completely and inserting an extra digit, thrusting in slowly until your thighs begin to shake. His hand on your clit picks up its pace and you groan as he continues to push deeper, your pussy greedily taking it all in.

The curtain shuffles open and your body locks into place as you spy the priest returning to settle in his chair behind the lattice screen. "My child, do you still seek guidance?"

"N-No, father," you gasp just as Taehyung curls his fingers and brushes against a spot that shoots electric currents down your spine. You look up and see stars, choking out a sob instead of the moan that's about to fall from your lips. The priest, thankfully, thinks that you're crying and offers support through prayer. A prayer that will have no effect seeing as how you're currently sinning, pussy stuffed and spasming around the digits belonging to a demon.

As he drones on about God's love, Taehyung continues, thrusting in tandem with every swipe at your clit and you bite your lip so hard to keep the groans in place. His pace is slow, both hands covered with your slick as he continues to bring you closer to the edge. You feel the tightening coil of desire in your stomach; the burning prick of tears in your eyes as you're teetering on the edge of pleasure, ready to fall off at any moment. So, you sob quietly to yourself as Taehyung draws out your orgasm, fingers working expertly inside of you, until the priest finishes his prayer, exiting once more from the confessional booth, reminding you to take your time.

When the purple curtain falls into place, Taehyung removes his hands gently away from your cunt and places your panties back in place. A small whimper leaves your lips, frustration clawing up your tummy as you grit your teeth, wondering why he stopped when you were so close; when you were right there.

You chance a look behind your shoulder, breathing unevenly and eyes glassy with unshed tears. "Wh-Why did you stop?" you stutter, pushing your hips back to grind on his hard length. It provided you with much needed friction, but Taehyung lifts you up with a grunt, turning you around so that you're straddling him instead.

"Kitten," he whispers, voice full of mock concern. "Were you going to cum?" Taehyung asks, brushing the hair that's currently stuck on your sweaty face. The faint smell of your arousal from his fingers causes your heart to lurch, picking up its pace as embarrassment hits you in droves.

You're so close to cumming, not only in public, but in front of your priest. There's an ache in your chest and a strange voice nagging you to get away from the being in front of you, but you're so intoxicated with desire that your limbs are now lead, unable to move as you're rooted in place. You whimper pathetically as you nod.

"I was so close, Taehyung," you admit shamefully, head bowing as your cheeks heat up. "Why did you stop?" Your fists clenched tightly on the black button down he's wearing.

"You know why, ___." It's the first time he's called you by your name since the parking lot and it makes you snap your gaze towards his slate eyes. Taehyung grips your chin, thumbing your bottom lip like he often does as he waits for you to make the next move. “Give me all of you, and then I’ll let you cum.”

Guilt and shame washes over your body, yet it's overpowered by a great desire; to throw caution to the wind and submit yourself wholly to Taehyung – to finally let him take care of you in the ways that only he knows how.

Gingerly, you move forward to close the gap between your bodies, lips slotting perfectly together. Looping your arms around his neck, you tug at his dark hair, pulling him ever so closer in the limited space. You grind your hips on his hardened length, searching again for friction to alleviate the desperation from not being able to cum earlier. Taehyung groans into the kiss, which only spurs you on, nibbling and tugging on his bottom lip. When he lets you enter his mouth, you sigh sweetly as you finally get a taste of the apple you couldn't reach before in your kitchen, spit dribbling the side of your face as your tongues lash at one another.

Taehyung growls your name, removing himself from your lips as his hands cup your face firmly. "No more. Not until you say 'yes'."

Your hesitation is evident as you retract yourself slowly from his embrace, face turning away so he doesn't see the stray tears that fall onto your cheeks. Quickly wiping the streaks away, you fix him with a determined look and though the little voice in your head is screaming at you to stop; to reconsider what you're about to tell him, you’re only human.

And you cannot deny the pull any longer.

As you're about to admit defeat, the word teasing on the tip of your tongue, a panicked voice calls your name from outside of the confession booth. Snapping your head to the thick purple curtain, you slowly extract yourself away from Taehyung, responding to the sound of the deacon searching for you with a wavering voice.

And just like how he didn't look back when he left you standing in the middle of your kitchen all those weeks ago, you leave him in the confessional booth the same way, nary a word or sound as you slip away.

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Taehyung watches the purple curtains fall silently, closing him in the confined space as you leave him alone. Jaw setting in irritation, he curses, punching the lattice barrier before his head falls back on the wooden frame. From the steely determination and the sharp intake of breath before your attention is rudely stolen away by the hands of the Almighty, he knows you're close to agreeing. If he had just a few more moments with you, even if it meant being cramped tightly in the wooden box, he truly believes that you'd yield, finally admitting the need for release.

Well, no matter, he thinks to himself, calming the quiet fury that's rolling in his veins. She'll come to me soon enough.

Exiting the confession booth, Taehyung stretches, groaning loudly when his joints crack after having been cooped up in an uncomfortable position. His butt is sore from the press of the wooden chair, but he'll take that pain any day if it means accomplishing his mission. He brings his hands in front of his face and it lifts his mood instantly when he remembers the shudders wracking your body as you try to keep the facade of sadness in front of the priest. Slowly, he dips the digits in his mouth, lapping hungrily at your taste. His pants are uncomfortably tight and he tips his head upwards, making a mess on his fingers as saliva streaks down the length of his throat.

When your taste disappears from his fingers, he moans, teetering on the edge of destruction because he's so close to his goal and he's ready to throw everything away and break your mind the way he usually does with his other victims. NO! He chastises himself yet again. He's been doing that more often lately. Patience, Taehyung, the victory will come soon enough.

The mantra works for now and he calms his breathing, the burn of anger no longer coiling in his belly.

"Oh, I can't wait to ruin you," Taehyung whispers into the empty church, footsteps fading away as he whistles the hymn you’ve been practicing to himself.

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You're drained when you walk into the house, past the living room where you see Taehyung in your periphery standing up upon witnessing your arrival. You don't have time to think about him, mind already muddled with the events from today that seeing his beautiful features leaves you flushed and embarrassed as you march to your room in haste. Slamming the door behind you, a frustrated noise leaves your lips as you sink to the floor, placing your head in your hands as your brain wages a war with your heart.

He's a demon, your brain seethes. Sure, a very hot one, but this is what demons do! They corrupt and then they leave you.

There's a beat of silence before a small voice in your heart pipes up: What if he doesn't? He's been nice; pleasant to talk to. Who knows? Maybe you can change him and bring him to the good side.

You laugh at your own foolishness. Bringing a demon into the light? Help him seek out forgiveness? You must be out of your mind, but the possibility is there… Perhaps God will give you some grace if you successfully help a lost soul and surely surrendering to your pleasure is a good way to help him. Truth be told, you aren't sure how long you can withstand the constant torture that he puts in your head: restless nights spent in dreams as you drench your sheets with your arousal, struggling to avoid touching yourself with thoughts of Taehyung running rampant in your mind. Even when you do fall into that temptation, your fingers don't do it justice and now? After what you've experienced in the fleeting moments with your legs wide open with his fingers between them in the confessional booth? You can no longer satiate your hunger.

The burning of your cheeks spread like fire through your body as you tip your head back on the door, recalling the way Taehyung touches you like he knows exactly what your body needs. You can still hear the sloppy sounds of your cunt reverberating in the wooden box as his fingers work their magic, turning your body pliant and willing just before the deacon called you outside. If it weren't for him… what would you and Taehyung have done? You asked him to touch you, but had denied him of other requests. Would he have let you cum?

A knock on your door breaks you from your thoughts and you scramble backwards in surprise before you stand to rip the door from its hinges. Taehyung appears with a small smile on his lips and you wonder if he has the power to read your mind, at the anguish you’re facing; surely it isn't difficult for a being that's able to walk on the grounds of church without wincing. You stare for a long time, mouth dry and unable to form any words as he brushes past you to take a step into the room.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind," he purrs, hands in his pockets as he spins around to observe your room in the dark. "Won't you share your thoughts with me?"

For the briefest of moments, when his eyes return to yours, they're glowing red: the shade of passion; of danger; and of a strong magnetic force pulling you in. Your breath hitches as Taehyung continues to meander about, inspecting knick knacks momentarily before returning them to their exact spot, with the intent of moving slowly until he stands several feet away from you. It leaves you with ample room in case you need to dart away, but you freeze, like a wounded animal caught in the jaws of a trap. He doesn't come closer, though he tilts his chin and raises an eyebrow and it breaks you from your stupor when it dawns on you that you haven't answered his question.

"I…" Should you lie? A demon as powerful as he would know the difference, so why were you even considering it? Gulping, you chose to reveal the truth. "I was thinking of your fingers and how good it felt." Your voice trails quieter with every word in your confession, your gaze departing from his face to look at the opposing wall instead.

Taehyung says nothing except for a sharp inhale, nodding in understanding. Though he still maintains his distance, a quick glance in his direction confirms your suspicions: he's delighted, the shit-eating grin on his face says it all.

"Is that so?" he muses. "So, what are you going to do now that you've got a taste, hm? Are you going to keep living in your perfect little world or will you take my hand and I'll show you what real pleasure is all about?" Taehyung stretches his arm out, fingers splaying on his open palm to beckon you closer.

Hesitation makes your heart pound louder and you find yourself struggling to breathe while your mind continues to wage its war against your growing need. You stare at his hand and its promises of fulfilling your every desire. In the quiet of your room, with no possibility of interruptions, you gulp and take a step forward, finally placing your trembling hand into his awaiting palm.

Your breath leaves you when Taehyung crushes your body in an embrace, whispers of thanks and mindless praise filtering in your ears. Your mind tries to parse through the words, but his voice sounds so far away as you close your eyes and breathe deeply, arms wrapping around his midsection while you quiet the loud voice screaming 'NO!' in your head. Everything is moving too slow – like you're stuck in a dream you can't wake up from – but time thankfully resumes when Taehyung tips your face to trail your bottom lip with his thumb.

"What do you want, kitten?" he murmurs, breathing hot on your face. "Tell me clearly so I know."

"I want you."

It's you that pulls him into a rough kiss as you moan wantonly against his lips and push your tongue into his mouth. It's you that tangles your fingers in his dark hair, tugging the strands which makes him gasp. It's you that pulls him to your bed, hastily unbuttoning his shirt with trembling hands. And it's you that he calls when you drag your palm across his length.

Gone is the girl that trembled before him in fear; replaced with the flaming urge of having Taehyung all to yourself. You kiss him hungrily, despite your innocence. The drag of his tongue on yours makes stars appear when you close your eyes and it's all messy; a mix of saliva and moans because you just want him closer to your body. There's no more space between you as you continue to kiss and you're so lightheaded that you need to break apart, though you still pepper his pouty, red lips in pecks as you continue to chase them. Taehyung snickers at your eagerness, tugging at the hem of your shirt and cocking his head to the side.

"May I?"

You can only nod, not trusting your voice to make any coherent words as you shrug your cardigan away from your body and let Taehyung discard your blouse. He marvels at your semi-naked state for a moment before slowly kissing the length of your neck, whispering how beautiful you look bathed in moonlight. You arch your back and moan with every caress of his fingertips on your naked skin as his touches continue to make its way south. Taehyung rucks up your skirt to reveal your panties and he wets his lips as he discards the thin cloth behind him.

"Perfect," he mumbles, fixing his gaze on the trail of juices that leak from your pussy.

Your thighs begin to close in embarrassment but Taehyung's quick to notice, hands pushing them apart once more. He brings your body to the edge of the bed where he kneels between your legs, kissing the skin until his mouth latches on your dripping cunt. The first lick has you tipping your head back and moaning loudly into the room, fingers tangling in his hair instantly as your body trembles at the unfamiliar sensation. Taehyung's tongue is aided by his fingers prodding your entrance, gathering up slick before two of them push inside you. The denial from earlier has you careening over the edge quicker and with every curl of his fingers upwards in a ‘come hither’ motion, the less coherent thoughts you have, until you’re babbling half syllables, barely able to form words.

"Taehy- mmh – please! Ah - right there!"

He listens closely to the way your body sings, changing his rhythm to prolong the pleasure until your cunt seizes his fingers in a tight grip, his name turning into one syllable chants. "Are you going to cum, kitten?" he asks while marking your thighs with arrays of colour that bloom like flowers on your skin.

"Yes!"

Taehyung returns to suck on your clit, tongue lapping hungrily until you're shaking, vision darkening, and body thrashing on the sheets. You don't recall what words you scream when your orgasm finally pulls you under – a mixture of his name and a garbled noise. Your breathing stutters, chest rising and falling to let in more air as Taehyung slows his pace, though you don’t relax the grip in his hair. You've fallen back on the bed though you're unsure of when it happened, and when you look down, there's a look of triumph on his features as the bottom part of his face is covered with your slick. His eyes shine darkly, the moonlight enhancing his mysterious features and your cunt clenches when he gathers up your slick in his fingers and licks them clean. You whimper pathetically, clawing gently at his forearms to direct him closer.

He chuckles as he lies next to you, propping up his head with one of his arms while the other trails circles on your hip. "Satisfied?" he quizzes, the signature quirk of his eyebrow returning. It isn't fair how calm he was after sending you to the most mind blowing orgasm you've ever experienced and you jut your bottom lip in a pout. You spy the bulge in his pants and your hand skirts across it, eliciting a low growl from Taehyung.

"No," you answer quietly to his question. "Not satisfied at all."

"Do you want more?"

You nod, refusing to look away from his dark eyes. "I want more of you."

"You should be careful what you wish for." Taehyung flashes you a wicked grin followed by a wink. The hand on your hip tightens its grip as he drags you closer to his body. You expect him to move on top of you and continue, but he places a tender kiss on your lips instead. "Not tonight though."

"Why?" You sit up abruptly, eyebrows furrowing in the centre of your forehead. "Why not tonight?"

Taehyung threads his finger on a strand of your hair, humming tunelessly in his baritone voice. "You're tired and it'll be too much on your body. Come rest and we'll resume tomorrow."

His words barely register in your brain when your eyelids are suddenly heavy with sleep, and you're sure it's his doing. Breathless and half naked, you let Taehyung help you into your pyjama top and under the covers. He strokes your hair as you fall deeper into sleep, whispering sweet nothings about how good you were and that he can’t believe you’re his.

That night, you dream sweetly of lovers tangled in an embrace, sprawled across the meadows as they etch their names on each other's skin.

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"Taehyung, not here," you keen, chest pressed up against the bookshelf of the church library. Your nails are scratching the wood, sending a few books toppling softly on the floor. Despite the hesitation in your words, you tilt your hips backwards to give him more access as he spreads your folds to reveal your wet cunt.

"What was that, kitten?" he groans from underneath you, tongue laving at your folds. "Oh, of course. My apologies, let me make sure your clit gets enough attention, hm?" Taehyung swirls his fingertips on your sensitive nub and you have to clamp your lips shut to withhold the loud moans that's threatening to spill, not wanting to alert any random passerby to your illicit affairs. You crane your neck to see the wisps of his dark hair between your legs and the image only makes you shudder as you grind harder on his face.

Ever since you agreed that night in your bedroom, Taehyung hasn't left your side, freely touching you whenever he pleases, unbeknownst to the people around you. Being invisible has its perks, especially when his hand sneaks its way to cup your ass over your dress as you talk to the older ladies or when his fingers trail soft touches on your skin while you sing on stage. His presence has marred your focus, enough that a few acquaintances have asked if you were feeling okay, yet true to his word, he always leaves you feeling satisfied and thoroughly pleasured, whether it's later at home in the comfort of your bed or up against various walls like what's currently happening now.

"Taehyung… I'm gonna - ah - I'm close," you gasp, knuckles white as you hold on to the bookshelf for dear life.

He moans along with you, sending shivers as the vibrations course through your spine. After a few more thrusts, the tell-tale sign of dizziness makes your vision spotty and your body spasms, arousal spraying to the front of his shirt and down your leg as you cum. Whining, you move away from his long fingers while he slows down, already feeling the effects of oversensitivity on your throbbing cunt.

Fixing your dress by smoothing out the wrinkles as best as you could, you eye the demon carefully. Despite the orgasms he's given you, never once has he let you touch him. There were a range of excuses that fall from his lips; between "you're not ready" to "you must be tired, let me just take care of you". Today, that's all going to change. There's a swirl of anticipation in your stomach as you regard Taehyung from the corner of your eye. He's licking his lips clean and placing each finger into his mouth while his tongue darts between the spaces, closing his eyes and savouring your taste.

You step closer to his vicinity and with a pounding heart, you remove his hand from his mouth to crash your lips to his instead. You're not sure if you're a good kisser, but the feeling of his kisses burns so hot inside you that you don't have time to think about your insecurities. Taehyung groans at your spontaneity, pulling you close to him as his thumb runs along your cheek. Nipping at his bottom lip earns you a groan, the sound shooting straight to your core.

"What's wrong, kitten?"

"Want you. Now," you confess breathlessly, half lidded eyes gazing into his passionate ones.

"I don't know if you're ready to handle it."

You stomp your feet and tug at his sleeves, whimpering loudly as you pout. "Taehyung, please."

He doesn't answer you immediately, eyes flickering at the way you’re gnawing your bottom lip. His thumb caresses it gently, making it leave the confines of your teeth as he grins in amusement. "Are you sure you're ready?" There's a dangerous glint in his eyes as he whispers the words, his baritone voice raising goosebumps all over your body. You nod hurriedly, gasping when his other hand reaches under your skirt, pushing your panties to the side as he plays with your clit again.

"Use your words," he warns. "Are you sure you're ready to have this pretty cunt filled with my seed? Hm? Do you think your tight hole can even take me?"

You're playing with fire, but could something that produces such warmth be dangerous? Gulping down the saliva that fills your mouth, you whimper as his fingertips prods your entrance, the squelching noises mixed with your loud breathing filling the quiet of the library. You grip his forearms, steadying yourself as he pushes inside – two fingers at once – and explores your walls like he did countless times before.

"Taehyung - fuck - yes, I'm ready," you gasp. His fingers have found that spot, teasing it relentlessly until you feel your arousal dribbling down your legs again.

He delights when he hears you curse, it's so rare to make you utter such words. "Show me."

And so it begins; the long awaited game is over.

You run your hands along his hardened length, still trembling after your earlier orgasm as you clumsily unbuckle his pants. When the garment pools by his feet on the floor, you suck in a breath. It's huge, you think inwardly, gnawing the inside of your cheek as you watch the tip form a drop of precum. Your eyes search his face, trying to determine your next course of action.

"Touch me," he commands softly, enveloping your hand in his large, veiny ones to guide it to his shaft.

Slowly, you wrap your hand around his length, tugging it experimentally as you hear Taehyung hiss. His cock is warm and thick, your fingers unable to fully reach around it as you move your hand up and down, occasionally losing your grip and making it bounce lightly in the air. You're so transfixed at the sight, you had forgotten that his fingers are currently inside your pussy and when he touches your g-spot again, you whine, snatching your hand away to place it on his biceps for balance.

"Such a clumsy kitten," he mumbles lazily, fingers leaving your heat as he licks them clean. "Get on your knees. Let me show you how it's done."

You obey him quickly, shuffling in the confined space between the two bookshelves until you're mere inches away from his hard length. You watch him in earnest; grunts falling from his perfect lips as he glides his hand over his length, tugging at the tip slightly to release more precum before spreading it all the way to the base of his cock. He repeats the action slowly, bringing it so close to your lips that it has you salivating. And – oh, you're not sure if it's by accident, but Taehyung bucks his hip when squeezes the head of his cock, causing the tip to prod against your mouth and smearing his precum all over. You lick the slick from your face, relishing at the bitter saltiness as you inch closer.

His hand stills as he observes you from above and without breaking eye contact, your tongue darts out to lick his slit timidly. Taehyung moans, head falling backwards as it knocks gently on the shelf. Emboldened by his reaction, you lick a broader stripe from the tip to the base, your hand coming up to play with his balls before squeezing the base gently like he showed you. He doesn't ask you for anything more, but you choose to open your mouth and wrap your lips gently around the head, your tongue darting out to lick the skin under his cock. His loud moans only make you braver as you push himself deeper in your mouth, eyes never leaving his face as you watch for his reactions.

"Fuck, your mouth feels good around me. Where - mmh - did you learn how to do that? Looks like my kitten is dirtier than I give her credit for," he groans breathily.

Taehyung threads his fingers in your scalp to tug gently at the strands, and you moan in response, eyes fluttering shut as you continue to inch forward. The vibrations cause him to snap his hips and your throat burns, not used to taking something like his length and though the tears are starting to prick in your eyes, you push through your gag reflex, breathing in through your nose shallowly. There's pride in his eyes when you return your gaze to his face and he strokes your cheek gently.

"You're doing so good, mmh, do you still want more?"

You mumble a 'yes' with your full mouth as he begins to thrust shallowly into your parted lips. Jaw aching and saliva dripping on the carpeted flooring, you whimper with careless abandon, loving the way Taehyung seems to shudder with every noise you make. Your hand continues to stroke the base of his shaft your mouth can't quite reach while the other steadies your balance by gripping his thighs. Warmth blooms in your chest when Taehyung grunts louder, your name slipping past his lips as he pushes even deeper inside, using your head as leverage for his movements.

"You’re so fucking good at this. It’s like you’re made to worship my cock. Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you" – his hips stutter as you moan loudly; his words taking effect on you – "touch yourself for me. Use those pretty hands of yours."

Reminding yourself to breathe while he ravishes your mouth, you unhook your bra to pinch your nipples over your shirt, whimpering as it only fuels your arousal. You wished it was Taehyung rolling the sensitive buds between his forefinger and thumb, and so you close your eyes, letting your imagination run wild as you dream of him cumming all over your tits. You open your mouth wider, gagging louder as the wet sounds of his dick hitting your throat raise the temperature in the room by several degrees. He continues his pace before eventually stopping with his cock pushed all the way to the back of your throat.

"Swallow."

Eyes tearing open, you take in several deep breaths through your nose to prepare yourself before you obey his command… and instantly sputtering into a cough. Tears stream down your face while your throat burns in an attempt to keep his dick in your mouth, moaning low as he fixes his gaze at you. There's a glint of amusement in his eyes and he pushes your head away gently, his cock leaving your lips with a soft pop.

You cough a few more times and Taehyung picks you up, cradling your body in his embrace to keep you steady as he kisses your jaw up to your ear. "You did so good," he praises quietly, nipping at the lobe. "I'm going to train you to take all of my cock, but that's for another time."

You smile proudly, but before you could reply, you hear the distant chiming of church bells, signifying that mass is about to start. You turn towards Taehyung and he shrugs, tilting his chin.

"Are you going to leave?" Taehyung asks, eyes dropping as he pouts.

Your eyes travel between his face and the entrance to the library behind you, teeth worrying your bottom lip. There's that war again, but the drums are quieter, the shouting less incessant because you know: it's too late to turn back. You're not willing to part a moment sooner from Taehyung, demon or not. So, you shake your head resolutely and return to his embrace, clutching at the front of his shirt as you slot your lips perfectly in his.

“No. I’m staying right here.”

"Good answer," he murmurs when you part, a satisfied smile forming on his plush lips.

As the choir begins to sing, you're thrown harshly against the bookshelf, more books littering the ground as Taehyung lifts your skirt to grind his cock on your centre. He tears through your panties like they're made of paper, the scrap of fabric discarded on the floor as you wind your thigh around his waist. It's not the most elegant position, especially not for your first time, but you're needy and he's right here and there's no way in hell you're waiting any longer. Taehyung plunges his fingers in your cunt and you sob at the intrusion, feeling so full as he prepares you for what's to come. He alternates between scissoring motions and curling his fingers against your walls, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge as he increases his speed.

"Taehyung - please!" you pant, clawing at his clothed chest as you shiver. He doesn't grace you with an eloquent response; too busy rutting against your thigh and leaving streaks of precum on your skin.

Just as you're about to cum, he pulls his fingers away and your juice squirts on his shirt, a dark patch forming into the cloth. You thrash against the bookshelf with a pathetic moan, fighting the urge to insult him. Except for the first time in the confessional booth, Taehyung's always one to let you have your pleasure, so this entire experience is new and it's frustrating. You find the strength to glare despite your ragged breaths and Taehyung only laughs, grabbing your chin with his fingers.

"Sluts don't get to cum just yet," he explains, adjusting his grip on your waist. Taehyung presses the head of his cock on your entrance, dragging his length over your pussy to cover himself in your slick. "Last chance to run."

"Never."

Taehyung grins and pushes himself into your cunt. Keeping your eyes on his, your mouth falls open into a silent moan and you shift your hips, leaning back on the bookshelf as your hand steadies yourself on his shoulder as you adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of his cock filling you whole. There's no pain, just a strange sense of numbness that slowly morphs to pleasure as you hear Taehyung swear under his breath, eyes burning into your gaze.

He's big, that much you're already aware of, and you no longer control the moans when he drags his cock away from you, leaving only the tip before sheathing himself back inside slowly. Your legs start to shake at the effort of keeping yourself upright, body shuddering as it struggles to take him in. Taehyung shushes your cries with his lips, moaning into your open mouth while he hooks your leg with his arm, wrapping the other one around your waist to alleviate the cramp in your leg. He presses his forehead on yours when you’re out of breath, holding you close to help you relax. The two of you stay like that for a moment – your walls warming his cock and his arms around your body, fully supporting your weight against the bookshelf.

"Too much?" His hand moves away from your waist momentarily to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You whimper but shake your head furiously. The numbness has long since disappeared and you cherish the warmth of his cock inside; gratitude welling in your chest that he’s patient despite your inexperience. You grind your hips along his length, the wet noises only masked by your moans as you begin to rock harder, eyes looking up desperately.

“Feels – ngh – good.”

Taehyung groans at your actions, mimicking the cant of your hips with his own. "What did I tell you? You're made to worship my cock. Let me fuck you properly, yeah?"

Taehyung's cock slips out of you and he spins you around, pressing your chest back against the bookshelf before promptly pushing himself back inside you. He grunts in tandem with your whimpers as he starts to move, thrusting gently as his cock stretches your tight pussy. The pleasure only doubles when he presses circles on your clit and the sensation has you gushing again, moans of his name filling the empty room. In the distance, you hear the congregation recite the psalm of the week and you clench your pussy tighter around his length, causing Taehyung to groan as he drives his cock deeper into your walls.

"The LORD is my shepherd," the congregation drones on.

"Taehyung - ah, fuck - harder, please!" you chant alongside them.

"I shall not want…"

"I’m close – wanna cum… so bad." You arch your back, fucking yourself to his rhythm.

“Already?” he asks in delight, hands fisting in your hair, yanking the strands occasionally to make you moan louder. Taehyung grunts your name as he heeds your request, moving his hips in earnest as he drills his cock into your cunt.

The sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears, drowning out the rest of the words to the familiar psalm as your body spasms, legs shaking violently as you struggle to keep yourself upright. Taehyung's large hands leave their place to squeeze your tits, his fingers pinching at your sensitive nipples harshly as you sob. And despite the sinful moans he's pulling from your lips, for the first time, you feel alive, thoroughly enjoying yourself as pleasure brands its name on your skin.

When his hand leaves your chest to return to your clit, you've come undone, his name is the last thing you utter as the congregation yells "amen". Waves upon waves of electric currents travel down your spine, your legs threatening to buckle as he continues to fuck you, slow and deep to prolong your orgasm.

"Aww, kitten, did you cum? Did you make a mess of yourself for me? Such a good slut, just for me," Taehyung growls as he picks up speed, chasing his own high. "I'm gonna fill this pussy with my seed, hm? Oh, fuck - you're so tight for me, mmh, you like that, don't you?"

You mewl pathetically, on the verge of oversensitivity. "Taehyung--!"

With a final grunt and a stuttering of his hips, your eyes widen as he cums deep inside your pussy, his seed mixing with your arousal drips on the floor and down your legs. You rest your head on the bookshelf, taking deep breaths as Taehyung thrusts languidly inside before his softening dick slips out of you.

"Are you satisfied?" he purrs, kissing your shoulder as he winds his arms around your waist for balance.

You manage a whimper, spine still tingling from the effects of your orgasm. Shame makes a knot in your insides, heating your cheeks as you hide behind your hands. You've fallen to temptation; had given yourself to a creature that isn't even human. But even worse than that, you had committed sin in the house of God. And yet… it felt so good and you know despite all the complaints in your brain, you're ready to go again if Taehyung asks for more. Dragging your palm across your face, you turn around, pushing Taehyung away and flattening your back against the bookshelf while you cast him a suspicious glance. What was he going to do? Was he going to leave now that the fun is over?

Mischief dances in his eyes as he circles your wrists with one hand, pinning you between the shelf and his chest. He presses his lips quickly on the corners of your mouth before grabbing your chin firmly between his fingers. His dark eyes burn holes into your soul and when he speaks, voice hoarse and gravely from overuse, it's a promise for the future.

"Kitten, don't be afraid. I’m not done with you just yet."

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物の哀れ ( ‘the sadness of things’.)

Characters : Alpha! Jungkook x Omega ! OC. 

ABO Dynamics. 

Genre : Arranged Marriage / Temporary contractual Marriage. 

Warnings : Non- Con/ Extremely Dubious Consent . High functioning alcoholism. Genre related consent issues. 

Summary : A recently widowed Jungkook agrees to a contract marriage to keep his company afloat. His grief overwhelms him and it is hard to look at his new wife as anything other than an intruder . 

[  Author’s Note :  物の哀れ ~ Mono no aware can be translated as ‘the sadness of things’. It comes from the words 物 (mono – thing) and 哀れ (aware – poignancy or pathos). The ‘sadness’ in question comes from an awareness of the transience of things, as taught by Zen Buddhism. When we view something exceptionally beautiful, we might feel sad because we know it won’t stay so beautiful forever – but appreciation only heightens the pleasure we take in the beautiful thing in that moment. ]

Chapter 1

“There’s a dinner this weekend with the MD of Sankim Corp., He wants to discuss investing and his wife’s going to be there too. So maybe Heejin should come along as well, Jungkook. “ Namjoon’s voice was low and soothing, hands gentle as he lightly shook the man hunched over the dining table, fingers trembling as he carefully ate his cereal. 

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