So Sec C Oof The Temptation No One Can Resist Highly Recommended

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.

---

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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danger | ksj x reader chapter one: good girl

summary: kim seokjin is a rich asshole. you are an ambitious attorney. smut ensues when he just won’t leave you alone.

pairing: seokjin/reader word count: 8.6K (Part 1 of 2)

rating: 18+

genre: smut | pwp | okay fine, porn with a thin plot | but it’s really thin

warnings:  hate sex, language, terrible ethical decisions, blatant misuse of office furniture

Chapter 01 | 02

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Are you fucking kidding me? What am I to you? Am I easy to you? Are you playing with me? You are in danger now Why are you testing me? Why are you testing me? Don’t get me twisted

– BTS, “Danger”

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“Excuse me, Miss?”

You look up from your phone to the bartender who’s just walked up to you. He’s holding a bottle of champagne. 

“Yes?”

“The gentleman sitting just over there sent this for you.”

Your gaze follows the direction of his nod and immediately your blood warms to a boil.

The man who’s just finished wiping the floor with your ass in court has just sent you a bottle of champagne. Champagne is for celebrating, not for self-medicating after a brutal trial with a shitty outcome. But of course, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? 

You’d spotted the hint of a smile on Kim Seokjin’s lips in the quick moment you’d looked his way.  He was seated at a table – surrounded by his adoring lackeys – who were no doubt high-fiving themselves into a frenzy after this afternoon’s verdict. You’d been so busy drowning your sorrows in wine and furiously texting with Nari that you hadn’t even noticed his entire group’s arrival.

The absolute nerve of this man.

“I don’t want it,” you say. “Please send it back.”

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Desire.

CEO ! Jung Hoseok x  Married ! OC 

Summary : Tall Handsome CEO Hobi meets dainty delicate country girl, Elena and falls head over heels. Too bad she’s already taken. 

Genre : Infidelity, Morally ambiguous characters. 

Chapter 1

On Fridays, Jung Hoseok liked to unwind. 

After a whole entire week of heading Gwihan Inc., going over proposals, signing off on acquisitions and baby sitting his two younger siblings who were just entering the company business, Jung Hoseok liked to relax on Friday evenings, usually with a glass of wine, maybe some good food from the Chinese restaurant down the street and occasionally with some company of the feminine variety. 

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This was amazing!! Thankyouu so much for sharing your wonderful work with us🦋✨💜

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?

— masterlist

➳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 ♥

author’s notes 💌:

thank you so much for reading bubs! hopefully you enjoyed this very ambitious project of mine 🥰! reblogs are highly appreciated 🥺💕! also leave your feedback if you want to 🥺❣️uwu! this is the longest fic i’ve ever written lol ✨ i truly hope that i was able to execute my ideas properly T^T

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𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕟 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖

Wolf Hybrid Yoongi x Reader Insert

Rated Explicit (No Minors):

- for content that is sexual in nature along with dark themes such as predator hunting prey.

-Consent is given.

-Word Count: 1,518

-Genre: fiction/dark fantasy

- @mochilatae @bonvoyagenoona

The sea kindles its own symphony--a cacophony of sound mixed with the saltiness of brisk air. The icy, black water tickles your toes as you stand at the shoreline, hands tucked deep in torn jeans. He would never find you here. Not near this abandoned cliff-side castle where warriors once roamed. You can almost hear the echoes of battle cries from ages past as your eyes close to the sinking sun that reflects off the water's edge. The earth sinks at your feet as a wave pulls inland, covering the edges of your jeans with clumps of dark sand and minerals.

Your scent should be masked here--even the perfume you are wearing can barely be registered over wet Gaia's natural scent. That is your hope at least, and for a moment, you let anxiety wash away with the receding waves. The wind picks up as your heart flutters--a soul-scratching beat that bruises your rib cage as your eyes dart down the coastline of this abandoned island. Violet-colored eyes peer through the cover of impending darkness. He is close, you can definitely feel it. That didn't take him long at all.

You race up cobblestone paths, in the direction of the abandoned castle. All in hopes of finding a more secure hiding spot from your hunter. A game of wolf and fawn was afoot and you refuse to be a loser this round. Not with all that he had promised if you were successful in keeping the wolf at bay. You duck under a crumbling archway and into the main hall of the castle. Your eyes deceived you from the shoreline. You didn't realize that the castle is in such poor condition. Torn red velvet curtains barely covered two-story windows. The stone wall behind what would have been the throne is practically destroyed. Wooden tables that withstood the sands of time are flipped on their sides. On top of the dier need to find a hiding place, it begins to rain and there are holes in the ceiling.

Just my luck, you think as you crawl on all fours into a cabinet that you find in the servants' quarters just of the main hall. It's a tight fit and you are certain that mildew is eating away at the fragile wood based on the smell alone. You don't have time to dwell when you hear the piercing scratch of claws along stone walls around the entrance of the castle. You cup a hand over your mouth and try desperately to slow your breathing and your heart rate down. Your bottom lip is drawn between teeth as you begin to worry that maybe hiding is a pointless venture with how good Yoongi is at seeking out his prey.

"Come out, come out. Wherever you are..." His voice rumbles in the muted silence. You can hear a storm pick up outside this cage of stone walls. Hollow tapping draws closer and you almost faint from holding your breath for too long. You remove your hand and suck in a deep breath. That's all it takes for your hunter to find you.

"Little kitten...you are the worst at finding spots to hide." A growl shakes the cabinet door and you try to make yourself as small as possible--tucking your legs closer to your body. You can feel the caked-on, wet sand crunch against the bottom of your jeans.

"Are you going to let me in, or do I have to drag you out. The game is over and you have lost. Come receive your punishment, sweet little lamb." Yoongi practically barks as a sharpened nail sinks into the soggy wood. Your fight or flight responses begin to kick in as you try to think of a number of ways to slip past Yoongi and attempt to find another hiding spot.

The only plausible thing you can think of is to throw open the door and force all your weight against him until he falls over. You can make a mad dash for the staircase after that. Putting your plan into action, you shove your weight against the door--only it doesn't budge. Not even an inch. Yoongi digs his nail further into the wood, fracturing the integrity of the door. You try once more to shove all of your weight against the door and it actually bursts free of the hinges that barely held it together. You fall forward onto your side--the door having splintered once it came off the hinges. Your skin flushes with warmth as heavy breath fans against your face.

"There's my pretty girl. All this running has worked up an appetite..." Yoongi laps at the canine protruding over his bottom lip. "Won't you let me have a taste, little lamb?"

A wave crashes against the shoreline where you once stood. Your eyes lock in the growing darkness of this hallway just off the main hall. His eyes glow a pretty lavender in the rising moonlight through a broken window. A sharp nail traces down the column of your throat and down your button-up blouse to unhook each button. He cocks his head to the side, awaiting your response. He knows the rules. You've told him a thousand times before.

"No." You snap, rolling onto your stomach and pushing off the floor to sit up. You both are knee to knee as his hand slides around to grip the back of your neck.

"Tell me what you want then, my sweet." His husky vibrato has a way of pulling you in--not unlike a siren's call out to sea. "Just say the word and you can have it."

Your mother always told you to never play with wolves. They're tricksters by nature and lone creatures. Yoongi is a rare gem among many gems that look the same. His quiet, calculating demeanor is what drew you in. Your body is like jelly in his grasp and you try not to shiver when the sharp end of his nail tickles the base of your skull. It has a spiral effect that sends waves of pleasure all the way to your toes. You try to brace a hand on his shoulder, to keep yourself grounded, but he catches your wrist mid-flight.

"Use your words, little lamb." He toys with the underside of your wrist, thumb pressing into your pulse point. Beads of arousal pool through your skin's pores and his nostrils flare. His very presence has always been a source of excitement. Especially when he gets too close.

"Give me your knot this time, Yoongi." It came out as more of a demand than you intended. The desired effect was a wolf whistle of a laugh and Yoongi yanking you forward off of your knees. This is all the confirmation he needed to follow through with the ending of your mating ritual.

The harsh tearing of fabric reverberated off the walls as he held you up and pressed your back against the damp stone. The rain rushed harder, threatening to cave in the ceiling at any given moment. You were lost to the thought when nimble fingers cupped your sex so swiftly, you barely had time to catch your breath. He snarled against your earlobe, catching the delicate flesh between his teeth as fingers dive between your folds to collect his reward. Your scent is intoxicating--a fragrant mixture of lilies and red wine--he couldn't get enough of it. You'd never seen Yoongi work so fast to get his pants undone with one hand still buried in your sex.

When his cock sprung free against your groin, it was all you could do not to cry out from the need bubbling over the vat of other emotions held within you. So thick and long, you nearly lost it the first time you ever saw his cock--purely accidental. He nuzzles against your throat as his cock head is aimed for your entrance. Inch by painful inch, he eases into you, knowing full well that humans are not quite accommodating for his kind. He too flushes a glorious crimson when you sob his name against his ear.

"Will you take my bite as well then?" Yoongi asks, tongue flicking out against the life-line throbbing just under the surface of your skin.

"Y-Yes." You stammer as he pumps his cock slowly, deeply against your walls. You can hardly clench from how stretched you feel.

In an instant, Yoongi forces his cock further in, brushing against the entrance to your womb. His teeth graze the skin along your neck until he finds a spot safe enough to claim you. When his teeth pierce through, your vision whites out and his knot expands. He can't thrust harder even if he tried, allowing the pleasure to roll off him like the waves outside against the cliffs. For a moment, you feel an inner connection--a link that almost grants you visual access to his mind.

"Yoongi!" You swear you shout as your head falls limp against the stone wall. You've waited a long time for this hunter to stake its claim.

Maybe the other wolves will keep their distance...this time...

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BUNNY

An anonymous streamer puts on a show every couple of days. When you become one of his biggest fans, your social life takes a hit—you'd rather stay glued to your laptop and stare at him than go out and meet men in real life. But, what if?

⤑ word count: 17.5k ⤑ genre: smut [oral (m and f receiving), intercourse, dirty talk, unprotected sex], friends to lovers, camboy!jk, aka jk is too shy to date but not to put on a show 😏 ⤑ rating: 18+!!!! ⤑ pairing: reader x jungkook

It was weird, for sure. Still, you felt that it was even weirder that you always needed another person to experience an orgasm. You had a feeling it shouldn’t be like that.

Of course, you didn’t mind it that much when you were in a relationship—you’d have a mouth on you and fingers in you and getting there would be really easy. Plus, you got to do it whenever you felt like it.

The problem was, you couldn’t make it happen on your own. Now that you were single, it was a huge problem.

You’ve tried God knows how many times, but it just wasn’t happening.

You’ve tried watching porn, but that didn’t work either. You’d get turned on, but nothing would happen other than your private parts getting too sensitive. It would always end up with you quitting in frustration.

The thing with the shower head didn’t work, either.

You got yourself a dildo, but that didn’t help at all.

Then, you ordered a vibrator—and of course your roommate was the one who the delivery guy handed it to—but it didn’t do much good. Taehyung still wasn’t letting you live that down. You loved living with him, but at times, he was the biggest man-child out there. How anyone could have sex with him was beyond you, considering he was still teasing people about masturbation.

You were slowly becoming desperate and then you decided to read more about female orgasms, see what could potentially help you, and that’s when you first saw someone mentioning moaning solo videos. You weren’t sure what that meant, but you were willing to try—at that point, you were down to try anything.

Of course, it was guys jerking off and being very vocal. While that got you excited, it didn’t help you orgasm. It just got you even more turned on.

By that time, you were more than frustrated. At one point, you considered just asking Taehyung to eat you out. He’d be down, you were sure, not because he had any special interest in you, but because it was a sexual activity and he never turned those down. Still, it’d be a new low for you and you were willing to try anything else before you sunk to new depths.

That’s how you found yourself on Reddit, going through subreddits about moaning videos, female masturbation, and advice on how to make yourself come. You were sick and tired of all the it’s-all-in-the-head or you-just-need-to-relax bullshit—you just wanted someone to give you some good piece of advice so you could finally come and get it over with.

And then, some girl said she had the same problem until she started watching camboys. Now, that sparked your interest so you went down the rabbit hole and found a recommendation for a user named Bunny. He was a guy who never showed his face, but had a great body and cock, and was very vocal when jerking off.

He’d stream on a website and watchers could tip him. The women said it helped them get off a lot quicker than anything else—they felt like they were in the room with him.

So, you found yourself making an account and deciding to watch Bunny the next time he streamed, on a Friday night and you did not regret it.

It felt awkward at first. What if someone saw you?

Watching porn was one thing—watching a man jerk off in real time was completely different. Not even the piece of tape you placed over your camera helped you feel any better. At least the FBI guy tracking you wouldn’t see you jerk off to this. It was indeed a new low.

But then, the show started and you forgot all about your worries when a naked muscly guy walked into frame and sat down on the chair. The camera was positioned to get everything below his chin so you couldn’t see any of his facial features or hair, but you could see his toned, firm chest and thick thighs. The center of it all was his cock, big even when soft.

As soon as you saw the small bunny tattoo next to his right hip, you understood the nickname.

It started slow—he sat down, squirted some lube onto his cock and started to jerk it slowly, getting it hard. You weren’t sure if he was watching porn or doing something else, but it didn’t take him long to get completely erect.

As soon as he started the show, you understood where all the women who recommended him were coming from—he was fucking hot even before he began moaning, and then he did, and you found yourself wanting to get off.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to close your eyes and enjoy his moaning or whether you wanted to stay glued to the screen and enjoy the image as much as the sound. You opted for the latter and you couldn’t get enough of his veiny hand stroking his cock, the other playing with his balls, while hisses and sharp inhales left his mouth.

And then, he started speaking in a very low tone which made your insides turn with excitement. It felt like he was right there.

“You like this, huh?” He grunted, and it felt like he was talking to you.

Then, he moaned as he picked up his pace. His hips started to thrust and it looked like he was fucking his fist, so it was easy to imagine yourself there being fucked instead of his fist. He looked smooth and firm all over and it became hard to look away from his body.

“You—ahhh, fuck, you make me so hard,” he grunted and sighed deeply. “Make me come all over myself,” he mumbled again in between loud moans and grunts.

Fuck, this man was amazing.

You touched your clit, your vibrator inside of you, and had a hard time focusing on only one aspect of his body—everything was perfect: his chest, especially now that his nipples have hardened and you imagined yourself grazing them; his stomach, lean and strong; his thighs, now spread, allowing you a great view of his cock, balls, and the lower part of his buttocks, all of which was so inviting you couldn’t stop thinking about licking him all over.

His long fingers stroked his balls gently, rubbed them around in his palm, tugged at them, squeezed them, while he moved his fingers up and down his cock. It went on for around ten minutes, this little show he put on, and by the eight minute, you were sweaty, dripping wet, your cunt squeezing the toy, pulsating around it, wanting to feel the real thing.

The hand that was rubbing your clit was starting to hurt, but you didn’t want to stop—you were so close you could feel it.

It did, however, feel like you had to pee, but you ignored the feeling and kept rubbing your clit harshly, feeling it harden under your fingertips, in need of a tongue to play with it. Sadly, your hand was the best you could do.

“Take me in your mouth,” Bunny said, wrapping his slender fingers around his base and pointing his cock at the camera. Then, he slapped his wet cock against his open palm and the sound of it made you grunt loudly.

“Make me fucking come,” he grunted and started to move his hand faster.

Each stroke enticed more curses and hisses from his lips, and the moaning got louder. He was now saying profanities. The tipping point for you when he started moaning the words faster, baby, faster all over again. His voice sounded low and deep, his cock seemed so red, veiny, and inviting, and the vibrator inside of you felt like a real cock for a second, so you let go and felt your walls pulsating harder against the toy as you came.

You removed the toy quickly because of the insane amount of pressure that had built up inside of you and as soon as you did that, a streak of liquid shot out of you all over the bed. Since your other hand was still touching your clit, the liquid dripped out of your quickly for a couple of seconds longer and your chest heaved up and down, your mind going blank as you let your head rest against the pillow, Bunny’s sweet low moans in the background.

Just then, his moans got a lot higher in tone and you looked at the screen just fast enough to catch him blowing his load all over himself—his chest, his thighs, his fingers, his balls. Bunny jerked himself off until he got every last drop out and then he said a quick bye and turned off the livestream.

You felt relief over him coming but then you remembered that you’d peed your bed.

Was it pee? It couldn’t be squirt.

Is this what squirting felt like? If so, it was heavenly.

The liquid seemed to have no color to it so you didn’t think it was pee. You smelled it and it didn’t smell like it. Ok, maybe a bit.

Feeling ashamed that you knew so little about something so normal, you googled it and after half an hour of research, you concluded that it was indeed squirt and that Bunny was the best moaning soloist out there. If you had any perverted girl friends, you would have definitely recommended his work.

The next Friday, you tuned in just to tip him some money because you didn’t do it the last week and if anyone deserved your money, it was him for making you come so hard after such a long time. You told yourself you’d just tip him and leave, but this time he brought some kind of oil and massaged himself all over, guttural moans leaving his mouth a lot more often than the last time, and you came again, this time around the 7 minute mark.

So, that was a weird part of your life you rarely spoke to people about. How in the hell were you going to bring it up in a casual conversation? You couldn’t talk to Taehyung about chores and slip in the fact that you’ve not only managed to make yourself come but squirt all thanks to a stranger online who broadcasted his jerk-off sessions. So you didn’t mention it, but Taehyung noticed a change in your behavior.

When he realized you finally came—he knew the struggle was real—Taehyung decided to try to get you to go out with his friends more.

“You’ll never meet a guy and have some fun if you work and stay in your room all day,” he nudged you and you decided to go because he was right.

You spent an additional four months getting off to Bunny, not even dating.

Men didn’t interest you in the slightest for a while, mostly because of the bad breakup, and it was so hard to meet someone normal.

Since Taehyung was offering you to join him and two of his closest friends, you figured you had nothing left to lose.

What else were you going to do, stay home and get yourself off to Bunny?

He wasn’t even streaming that Saturday, so you really had nothing to lose.

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Taehyung was always an anomaly in your eyes. He was cute, funny, handsome, yet he became completely undatable the second you realized he’d fuck whoever offers. Well, almost, but that was the point—he was down to try whatever and he enjoyed living life like that.

The anomaly part came into play when you met his friends.

He, the biggest player out there, was hanging out with Jimin, a guy who’s been with the same partner for what seemed like decades, and Jungkook, an awkward gamer kid who got laid less than you, which really said a lot about him.

It’s not that you didn’t like Jungkook and Jimin—quite the contrary—but you just never imagined that the three of them could be friends.

Jimin was in a stable relationship, wasn’t a womanizer, didn’t go out as much as Taehyung, and didn’t really care for partying anymore. Still, he was very fun to be around and you always engaged in banter with him.

Jungkook has probably never cared for partying, which is why it was so surprising that Taehyung and him hung out at all. He was a couple of years younger than your roommate, and you figured that Taehyung took Jungkook under his wing and tried to teach him his ways, but failed miserably.

If you’ve ever met a man completely uninterested in contact with women, it was that guy.

As luck would have it, the two of them were the only ones going out with you and Taehyung, so you had to get over your prejudice and be nice to everyone.

The pre-drinks happened at your place and Jimin brought some pizzas while Jungkook was in charge of the beverage. He rarely said much to you, so you weren’t surprised when he grunted a hello at you and started talking to Tae like you weren’t there.

Jimin, on the other hand, hugged you and complimented you on your looks and outfit. Of course, none of that meant he was interested—it was just his way of being nice. You appreciated it nonetheless since you got so little action that even a compliment from a taken man was enough to help your struggling ego.

What didn’t help it was Taehyung blasting you in front of his friends a couple of drinks in, after you joked about him bringing yet another random girl home. It was funny because she stole your sliced bread when she left, and you couldn’t stop laughing about it from the second you two figured out that was where the bread left. Of all the things she could have taken, why the sliced bread!?

“Funny coming from someone who hasn’t gotten laid in weeks,” Taehyung pretended to glare at you, but you could tell he didn’t care about your teasing.

If he thought his comment was offensive, you could do him one better. “Try months,” you chuckled, which made Taehyung gasp.

“Pa-the-tic,” he dragged each syllable and ended with a laugh. “Guys, we really need to find her a date tonight.”

“You will do no such thing,” you tried to keep a straight face, but failed. “You three couldn’t find a decent guy even if you tried.”

“Hey, hey,” Jimin lifted both his hands up and sneered at you. “I know some very cool guys you’d be really into.”

“Where are they!?” You pretended to look around to find these friends of his, which earned you a playful smack from Taehyung and a small smile from Jungkook, who wasn’t saying much the whole night, as per usual. “If they’re anything like Taehyung, I’ll pass, thanks.”

“Yeah, she’d much rather fuck toys than real human beings,” Taehyung chuckled and you noticed how Jungkook’s head snapped in your direction, but he looked at you for a split second before looking at his drink again.

You knew that Jungkook wanted to participate in these conversations and you were sure he’d have interesting things to say since everyone said he was so much fun, but he never did, at least not when you were around.

“Do you know what privacy means or is that a foreign concept to you?” You mumbled, shaking your head and pouring yourself another gin-tonic to prepare yourself for where the conversation was about to go. Taehyung and privacy just didn’t go together.

“I’m just explaining the situation so the guys know what we’re dealing with here,” Taehyung nudged you, as what he was saying was completely normal and acceptable. “We’re just trying to help you find a decent person, get out of your room, and experience something great. After your breakup, I really thought you’d never go out with someone again, so I’m really happy you’ve decided to join us on this lovely night.”

“That’s really sweet of you guys, but I’m not even sure I’m interested in dating,” you leaned back into the sofa and took a sip of the drink, feeling the bitterness of it against your tongue and hoping it would hit you soon.

“Fine, sex it is!” Taehyung patted your thigh excitedly. “This means that the number of eligible single men has gone up significantly, which is actually great news. Jimin, what about Yoongi?”

“Engaged,” Jimin shrugged and looked at you like he was breaking your heart when in fact, you didn’t even know who the guy in question was.

“Okay, then Jungkook… What about… Seokjin?” Taehyung asked and looked at the youngest person in the room, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. When he realized it was a question for him, Jungkook snapped out of it and shot a glance your way.

“Uh, nope,” he simply said and when Taehyung kept staring at him, he realized he’d have to explain his response. “With all due respect,” he looked at you and smiled faintly, as if he was just going to insult you. “Seokjin is actually trying to settle down and since you’re not really interested in dating, it’s not a good match.”

“That’s true,” you agreed with a nod, clearly surprising him. “There’s no point in wasting someone’s time.”

“How’s sex a waste of anyone’s time!?” Taehyung scoffed, shaking his head at you. “You’re both dumb. I think Jin knows his way around women and it’s exactly what you,” he looked at you now, “need.”

“Jungkook just said the guy’s not interested in sex only,” you waved your hand and downed the rest of your drink. “I don’t even know these guys so I don’t think any of it would work.”

“Namjoon?” Jimin said, making everyone’s head snap in his direction.

Taehyung jumped up excitedly, spilling a bit of his drink over his pants. “Fuck! That’s a great idea!” Then, he turned to you, still rushing with excitement. “Namjoon is really interesting and you’d find him hot. He’s smart. Has a bit of a problem getting comfortable around ladies, but so do most guys before they get confident. He’s Jungkook’s friend.”

You guessed that much yourself when you heard his description—you couldn’t imagine Jungkook in the company of a guy who knew how to talk to women, unless it was Jimin or Taeyhung.

“And,” Jimin lifted his finger, trying to make a point. “He’s no stranger to a one-night stand, so if you’re not looking for anything serious and you don’t want to get to know him and all that, I’m sure he’d be down.”

“What man is a stranger to one-night stands!?” You scoffed, thinking it was a ridiculous statement. In your experience, all men ever wanted was to fuck without any commitments.

“Jungkook!” Jimin and Taehyung said in unison before bursting into laughter, and it made you feel sorry for him.

“Sorry, dude, it was just the perfect setup,” Taehyung reached out to pat his head and Jungkook shrugged, getting frustrated. You could tell that by the way he tongued his cheek.

“You two should both get out more and talk to more people,” Jimin looked at you and Jungkook. “You because you really need to get laid and Jungkook because he needs to talk to more women, period.”

“Right!? It’s time, man,” Taehyung added his two cents. “Namjoon gets away with his awkwardness because he has the balls to ask someone to come home with him. If you did the same, someone would say yes, and you’d get laid.”

“It’s as easy as that,” Jimin decided to delve into it a bit more. “Sooner or later, you’ll hit it off with someone even if you don’t know what to say. I know you overthink it, but trust me, sometimes women don’t want you to talk to them or be all romantic or have great pick up lines. Sometimes, they just don’t expect to be swept off their feet and that’s where you come in.”

As someone who wasn’t that close to Jungkook, mostly because he always seemed to be embarrassed in your or any kind of female company, you felt bad for him. The guys were implying that there was no way he’d attract a woman into wanting to date him, so the best he could do was find someone who just wanted to get laid and who’d overlook his “flaw” of being shy.

Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the fact that the two guys had just picked on you for the lack of a sex life, but you decided to step in for Jungkook.

“Some girls find shyness attractive,” you said, surprising all three of them, but mostly Jungkook, whose mouth formed an O for a second. “You’re both being pricks to him. Not everyone wants the guy to be all slick and confident, it’s a turn off for some girls.”

“Oh, really?” Taehyung expressed his disapproval by scoffing loudly. “Name one.”

“Me,” you looked at him like he was an idiot, because he was. “When have I ever gone home with a guy who walked up to me with the attitude you two are trying to make seem presentable? Never.”

“When have you ever gone home with a random guy ever?” Taehyung asked confidently, knowing he had you there.

“Okay, fair enough,” you shrugged, realizing Taehyung was right. Still, that didn’t make your statement any less true. “But what I said still stands. I know a lot of women and I am certain they’d be put off by a sleazy guy trying to get them to go to bed.”

“Of course, that’s true,” Jimin chirped. “But you have to remember this—a guy who walks up to everyone in the club is more likely to get laid than the one who doesn’t talk to anyone at the club,” he looked at Jungkook, who seemed to be regretting going out with you all in the first place. “We just want Jungkook to come out of his shell and talk to a girl.”

“That’s it!” Taehyung clapped in excitement. “You two should talk to each other more. Like, you can help Jungkook get over his shyness with women and he could introduce you to some of his single friends. They’re a bit younger, but most of them are single.”

The plan was great, you had to admit, but you knew it wouldn’t work. Jungkook, as always, tried his best to ignore you. You spoke a couple of times during the night and you both went home alone, like losers, which Taehyung called you when you said you were tired and wanted to leave.

Funnily enough, once you got home, showered, dried your hair, and got under your sheets, you noticed that Bunny was streaming, so you joined the stream and got off to the sweet sound of his moans once again, falling asleep peacefully.

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You’d practically given up on your social life after that lame attempt, but Taehyung wasn’t having it.

He barged into your room on a Friday night and thank fuck you weren’t watching the Bunny stream which was on at that moment because he would have caught you red-handed and would have never ever let you forget about it. You’d probably have to move out because of sheer embarrassment.

Luckily, you tried to be a strong person that night and resist your urges to watch Bunny. You didn’t want to watch him or anyone else. If you were going to come, you were going to do it with a man or on your own.

The decision came after Bunny streamed three days in a row and you cancelled two separate plans with your friends so you could be home to catch the live-streams.

It was an act of an obsessed person and you didn’t want to become that, so you were trying to spend that Friday night watching a movie instead of being a horny loser and watching him yet another time and not being a step closer to meeting someone in real life.

Instead, Taehyung managed to drag you out of bed.

He was dying to go out and wanted to find company. Jungkook said they would drink at his place at 9pm but wasn’t responding to Taehyung’s texts and Jimin couldn’t make it. The other guys were also busy, so you were his last hope for a good night out. Taehyung’s life was really sad if you were his only hope, and you made that very clear, but your bitter comment just made him laugh.

In an hour, you got out of your room, ready to party just to find him packing the alcohol into a bag.

“Where are we going?”

“Jungkook’s not responding, but he’s home. It’s Friday. Where else would he be?” Taehyung laughed at his own joke, as if it was impossible Jungkook had other plans. “No, seriously, he’s probably working out. We’ll remind him of our plan and drink while he gets ready.”

You decided to tag along because anything beat staying at home, tempted to turn on the live-stream. No, hanging out with friends and meeting real people was much better. Besides, you’d given up on Bunny.

Taehyung knocked on the front door of Jungkook’s apartment loudly, so loud it would have woken up dead people. After what seemed like minutes, a red in the face, sweaty, wet-haired Jungkook opened the door. He was wearing a sweatshirt and shorts and seemed exhausted.

At first, he seemed surprised to see you two there but then it dawned on him that he’d forgotten the agreement with Taehyung, so he slapped his forehead. “Fuck! I’m sorry, come in,” he said, opening the door.

Taehyung grunted at him and went straight for the kitchen while you opted for the living room. You’d been there before, but you didn’t really feel comfortable walking through his apartment like that. Taehyung always made himself at home. Jungkook stood there awkwardly until Taehyung got back, and you two shot glances at each other. “Sorry, I’ll go have a shower and I’ll join you.”

“No, don’t worry! Take your time, jerk off while you’re at it,” Taehyung laughed at his own joke again and handed you the glass while Jungkook ran off to the bathroom.

“You’re mean,” you told him, pouring the juice into the glasses Taehyung had already filled with vodka. “It happens, people forget.”

“It’s Friday night and this dude is working out all alone in his room,” he seemed dissatisfied with Jungkook’s choice. “It’s like he doesn’t even want our help!”

“Dude, you’re going out with a friend. Stop acting like you’re the Red Cross and you’re doing him a huge favor,” you spat the words at him, hoping he’d understand he was treating Jungkook a bit unfairly. “Going out should be a fun experience, and not whatever you’re trying to make this into. No wonder he pretended to forget about this.”

“Okay, I get what you mean, but listen,” he leaned in and sighed, as if he was just going to explain why he was right about this as he was about everything. “He needs help. I mean it!”

“You’re a jerk,” you rolled your eyes. Yeah, Jungkook had a problem talking to women, but you were sure he wasn’t as desperate as Taehyung made him sound.

“A month ago, he promised me and Jimin he would make more of an effort to talk to you,” Taehyung leaned back into the sofa and laughed. “Look how great that’s going for him!”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the only woman he has access to,” Taehyung looked at you like you were stupid while frowning. “We didn’t tell him to hit on you or anything like that. Just to talk to you because you’re a woman. The more he talks to you, the less relaxed he’ll be talking with other girls, right?”

“Okay, I see your point. That’s not such a bad idea,” you had to agree even though you didn’t want to agree with any of Taehyung’s tactics. “But he never speaks to me.”

“That’s my exact fucking point! That’s why I’m so frustrated with him. You’re right here! Jimin asks questions about your sex life that even I wouldn’t dare ask and Jungkook can’t even ask you how you’re doing. I mean, he does do that from time to time, let’s give him that. But he leaves it at small talk and he does that with everyone. He’s bad at small talk, so it never leads anywhere.”

“Maybe he’d do better with some deeper topics, you never know,” you suggested. “He does seem to have a lot more interests than you, if I’m honest.”

“Because he plays games?”

“And works out,” you pointed out, which made your roommate laugh. “And cleans, from the look of it.”

“Cleaning is not an interest. It’s a way for fucked up people to get out of their thoughts,” Taehyung looked happy with his conclusion. “Know how I know? I live with you. Ha!”

You had no choice but to laugh at his pettiness. Even though Taehyung sometimes seemed cruel, he was actually just straightforward and honest with people, whether they liked it or not. You, for one, enjoyed having that kind of honesty. You hated when people tiptoed around, so he was the perfect choice for a roommate.

Right then, Jungkook came out of the bathroom, mumbling apologies because he forgot to take clean clothes with him to the bathroom. Now, you didn’t want to be a perv and stare at him wrapped only in a towel, but you were interested in seeing his body. Everyone always kept talking about how he worked out hard to build up his confidence, so you were just curious about it. Besides, it’s been a long time since you’d seen anyone naked from the waist up.

The sneak peek was enough to take you aback. A guy with a body like that was that flustered around women? Him? It didn’t make sense. Jungkook seemed to be chiseled from head to toe.

Your gaze unwillingly flew down to his crotch, making you feel like a total creep, and that’s when you saw it.

It was right there, staring at you.

You choked on your drink, sat up straight, and cleared your throat repeatedly, feeling like someone has hit the air out of your chest. Taehyung was watching Jungkook make his way from the bathroom to the room, but when he noticed your reaction to Jungkook’s half naked body, he turned his attention to you, extremely curious about everything.

Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks to look at you and he saw you ogling his bunny tattoo.

Then, you lifted your gaze and it met his. and you knew he knew. In that moment, you were 100% sure he knew you’d recognized him from the tattoo. This meant that he also knew you watched his videos, which was a total defeat and embarrassment you’d never get over.

He knew!

He disappeared into his bedroom and Taehyung screamed loudly. “Oh my God! You just eye-fucked Jungkook so hard!” He patted your thigh and screamed out again. “This is fucking marvelous!”

Luckily, Taehyung wasn’t in the streaming world so he had no idea what had just happened there. You, on the other hand, felt mortified, but you clinged on to the hope that you were making it up and that a) Jungkook wasn’t Bunny and b) if he were, he didn’t know you watched him. One of the options had to be true.

He couldn’t be Bunny, right? Jungkook?

The can’t-talk-to-a-woman-to-save-his-life dude? He’s Bunny?

You were making it up. God knows how many men out there had this tacky tattoo.

“Shut up,” you said as you poured yourself a shot of vodka and downed it, feeling yourself sweating. This couldn’t be happening!

“Oh come on, you were ogling the dude,” Taehyung spread his arms out in confusion, blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil. “Besides, you’re looking to get laid, so is he. How didn’t I think of it before? You two should fuck. If you do want it, just tell him. He’d be more than happy to, trust me!”

“And how would you know?” You glared at him, annoyed at his words, but mostly at yourself for giving yourself away like that. Even if Jungkook was Bunny, you shouldn’t have reacted that way. He never would have known! “Oh, I forgot, you know everything!”

“No, Jungkook’s my friend and I remember him telling me he’d like to fuck you many, many times,” he glared right back, sticking his tongue out at you like a little kid who was fighting another kid. “So, please. I’m telling you, if you want to fuck him, I won’t judge. I mean, he looks hot without his shirt on, I have to admit it.”

“That’s not the point,” you shook your head, not even thinking about the proposed idea. All you could think about was Bunny, Bunny, Bunny. There was the slightest chance that it was Jungkook. “He’s your friend. I don’t want you to know anything about my naked body, for starters.”

“Ouch,” Taehyung placed a hand over his heart and poured you another drink. “I’m not that sleazy, and neither is Jungkook, so chill out.”

You changed the topic to a girl Taehyung was seeing this week and hoped he wouldn’t mention anything when Jungkook joined you.

A drink later, he did exactly that as soon as Jungkook walked out of his bedroom, completely dressed in a black button up and dark jeans, and sat down next to Taehyung. You sneaked a glance his way and tried to figure out whether Bunny’s body was hiding underneath those clothes. Was he Bunny?

“I’ve just had a great idea,” Taehyung informed him while handing him the drink he prepared—two thirds vodka, one third juice. “I’ll go out and leave you two to fuck.”

The suggestion made Jungkook stare at Taehyung in awe before turning his attention to you. Now, he seemed a lot more confident than earlier—he managed to look straight into your eyes as if he was waiting for you to say something. When he realized you weren’t going to indulge him, he spoke up. “What?”

“She drooled after seeing you naked. You’re trying to fuck, she’s in desperate need of a real dick, so why the hell not?” Taehyung looked at Jungkook and then at you, but you were too busy staring at each other.

Did he know?

Earlier, you hoped not, but seeing him stare at you like that told you he did. He’d never looked at you like this before, not shying away from your gaze.

He knew.

Jungkook knew you got off while watching him do the same and he suddenly gained a lot more confidence than you were used to seeing from him.

Would he mention it, though? That was the real question here.

If he did, would Taehyung ever let you live it down?

God, what would happen when Jimin found out!? The two of them would never let it go.

Would you ever be able to be in the same room as Jungkook? The worst part about it, your nights with Bunny were over, period. All chances of going back were ruined.

“I actually think it’s a great idea,” Jungkook said in a straight tone, surprising everyone in the room.

“Fuck!” Taehyung jumped up, downed his drink, and grabbed his jacket, clearly deciding to leave you two to it. “See you fuckers!”

“Tae!” You spoke up, but too late. He was already by the front door, dimming the lights. “Since you’re both awkward fucks, it’s better that the lights aren’t that bright. See you tomorrow, fuck each other’s brains out, bye!”

He slammed the door and a really long and uncomfortable silence ensued. You weren’t sure why Jungkook said what he’d said, or why you didn’t react sooner, or why Taehyung left like this was a great idea. Most of all, you were worried about your little secret and whether Jungkook would say it out loud and make it real.

Jungkook downed the drink Taehyung had given him a couple of minutes prior and then poured himself another one. He decided to pour some more vodka in your drink too, like he knew you needed it badly. Then, he sighed loudly and downed that drink too before shooting a glance at you.

“So, I think we should… Uh… Discuss this?” Jungkook said, clearing his throat before sighing again and finally looking at you for more than a second. Sadly, he did it when you least wanted it.

“W-what exactly?” Your voice gave out on you, cracking when you spoke up, so you had a bit of the drink to wash down the awkwardness. What the fuck was wrong with you? He probably didn’t even know you knew. He wasn’t Bunny, there was no fucking way. It was just Jungkook.

“Bunny,” he said the word confidently. Oh, so he was Bunny. And now he knew you knew.

The man in front of you helped you have the best orgasms you’ve ever had and now he knew it. He was Taehyung’s friend. Everyone would find out. Your reputation would be ruined, as if it hasn’t already suffered enough.

“Oh,” you said, words not coming to you. What were you supposed to say? Yeah, I jerk off to you almost every night? Embarrassing. “I’d rather not.”

“Do me a favor and do it?” He looked at you questioningly and you weren’t sure what he was referring to—did he want you to talk about it or do what Taehyung suggested?

You sighed, realizing that you couldn’t just get up and run away without talking about this with him, no matter how terrifying it sounded. It was Jungkook and you had to run into him eventually. Besides, Taehyung would try to force it out of you. “What exactly do you want to talk about?”

If he’d asked you what you thought about his dick or something as Taehyung-like as that, you would have run straight for the door and cried your way home. Thankfully, Jungkook had more tact than that. In fact, that wasn’t his biggest concern.

“I know it’s awkward,” he said, rubbing his hands against his pants. “But it’s the same for me, so we’re even.”

“Uh, I think it’s weirder on my side,” you told him, not making yourself feel any better. To do that, you drank some more of your drink, thankful for the extra vodka Jungkook had added earlier. You needed something stronger if you were about to discuss this whole thing with Jungkook.

“I don’t know how to go about this, but… It’s kind of weird knowing you know what I do,” he said, looking straight ahead. “And I’d prefer it if you didn’t talk about it. To Taehyung or Jimin or, actually, anyone.”

“I won’t if you won’t,” you offered the deal without thinking—you would have done anything for this to stay between the two of you.

“Deal,” he reached out to shake your hand and you took it without hesitation. When he touched you, you realized those were the same hands you watched wrapped around his cock, the same hands that would eventually end up sprayed with coats of cum, that would caress his balls. The same hands you wished were on you so many fucking time. Fuck. “Glad we could, uh, work this out.”

“I’ll drink to that,” you said and downed the rest of your drink, getting up. “I’ll get going now.”

“You-you don’t want to stay and talk?” He asked, seemingly confused. Clearly, Jungkook didn’t think this was as embarrassing for you as it was for him. Why in the hell would you want to discuss this with him of all people? You wanted to forget it ever happened.

“About what?” You stopped dead in your tracks, unsure of what you should do.

“I mean,” he scoffed, looking down at his hands as he rested his elbows on his thighs. “If we don’t talk now, things will be extremely awkward the next time Taehyung sees us.”

Oh fuck, Taehyung. You forgot all about the fact that he thought you stayed here to fuck. He would want to hear all the details, for sure. He had probably already texted absolutely all of your mutual friends to tell them the great news of how he hit two birds with one stone tonight with you two.

“Ah, fuck,” you grunted, sitting back down, realizing that ou had to do this. “Did you have to tell him we’d fuck!?”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook really did look apologetic, you had to give him that. “I just didn’t know how else to get you to talk to me alone. I sure as fuck didn’t want to discuss this at the club.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” you nodded, imagining the horror of having a drunken public conversation about Jungkook being the livestream god that you got off to more often than not. “I mean, we could have avoided it altogether.”

You watched Jungkook as the corners of his mouth formed a smile. “And what after?” Then, he turned to look straight at you and you didn’t have an answer for him. “Things would get even weirder.”

“Face it, things will be weird,” you said with a shrug. “Please, pour some vodka.”

Jungkook did as you asked, topping up his drink as well before you both downed them, gulping like you hadn’t had a sip to drink in years. Embarrassment was a real bitch. You never usually had a problem with talking to people—whether you were sexually interested in them or not. Now it seemed that you’ve morphed into Jungkook and that both of you were equally uncomfortable around each other.

“Can we make it not weird somehow?” He suggested and you could tell he was really going through it. After all, this was the longest and most serious conversation you two have ever had.

“Okay, we’re adults,” you said, nodding before sighing deeply. Fuck, this was awkward. You’ve gotten off to Jungkook. “You have to understand that it’s really kind of embarrassing to sit here when you know I watch you.”

“Watch?” He cocked an eyebrow up, seeming more interested in the conversation all of a sudden. “Like, regularly?”

You shot him a glare, sensing that he was enjoying this piece of information a lot more than he was supposed to. “Don’t even fucking start,” you waved your hand at him. “It’s weird.”

“Well, it’s worse on this end, trust me.”

You frowned in confusion. “How the fuck is it worse?”

“You’ve seen me naked. You know what I do. You could blackmail me for life. All I know about you is that you watch online porn, wow!” He shook his head and looked down again, seeming defeated. “It’s a hell of a lot worse.”

“Okay, you have a point,” you chuckled, finally understanding his side of things. “But still, like you’ve said, I’ve seen you naked and I’ve—fuck, why does it have to be this weird—I’ve gotten off on that. That’s infinitely more weird than what you do.”

“Everyone watches porn, not everyone makes it,” he made a good point. “Besides, that’s just like a really good fucking compliment.”

You wanted to tell him that it was a compliment because he had the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen and you’ve never even thought of dicks as something nice—they were a means to a very happy end. However, you couldn’t say that. It was Jungkook, the guy who had trouble talking to you about anything serious! And you jerked off when watching him do the same and wishing he was filling you up instead of your vibrator. It was gross and weird and uncomfortable.

“Sure, but you’re just putting content out there. I really didn’t know it was you, I swear,” you said before sipping your drink again, hoping it would make this less embarrassing. It felt like you’d invaded his privacy. He had this whole secret life no one knew about and he liked it, and then you came and fucked it all up. “Had I known, I really wouldn’t have watched!”

“That’s the whole point,” he chuckled, a smile playing on his lips even after the chuckle died out. He rubbed his bottom lip with his index finger while holding his glass and staring right ahead.

“What is?” If there was a point, you completely missed it but it was no wonder, considering that you were thinking about all the times you practically drooled over Taehyung’s best friend.

“I don’t… Women don’t really like me, right?” He shrugged and it made you feel bad for him for a second. Did he really think he was that unappealing? “Not in real life anyway. But, when I go online, so many of them do.”

That was true, so fucking many women wanted a piece of him. You saw women giving him hundreds of dollars so he’d say a certain phrase or a name and if that didn’t qualify as popular with women, you didn’t know what else did. The fact that Bunny was Jungkook was shocking mostly because of the difference in self-confidence between the two. Bunny was proud to flaunt his body, Jungkook couldn’t even look at a woman for more than two seconds.

“So you don’t do it for the money?” You asked, which made him look at you and frown for a second before shaking his head.

“Not really,” he admitted without taking a second to think about your question. “Does it come in handy? Sure, I have a bigger savings account than I ever thought I would, but it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s a confidence thing, I guess,” Jungkook said after downing the rest of his drink. He looked at the bottle but then decided not to pour again. “As you know because my friends won’t stop fucking me because of it, I’m not that great at talingk to women. I say something, don’t know what else to say, can’t think of anything funny or interesting, and just, uh, fuck up in general,” he was getting flustered so he took a deep breath. “Like right now. But okay. So I started working out to feel better. I have some online friends and someone jokingly said I had a good voice and should record moaning videos. We all laughed it off but then I did it. I didn’t tell them, clearly, but I wanted to see if it would get anyone going. It did, so I created more, and then eventually it led to videos. When I posted the first one, it was the first time I got a compliment on my looks from a woman. And not the you’re-so-cute, you’re-such-a-nice-guy-, I-like-you-as-a-friend type of comment. You know what kind of comments are left on the stream. The fact that people tip is just a bonus, that option wasn’t even there in the beginning.”

“I can’t even look you in the eye when saying this, but trust me, the content is ten out of ten,” you nodded knowingly. “If you’re doing it to get more confident, you should be at least twice as confident as Tae judging by how many women enjoy you.”

Jungkook smirked at you and for a second you saw the guy he could be if he just relaxed for a fucking second when he was talking to anyone who had a pussy.

“Thanks,” he said, still looking at you. This time, you were the first one to look away, ashamed of having his eyes on you. “I do it to know that I can get women off. So that’s what I get out of it.”

“That’s totally understandable,” you said, suddenly feeling intrigued. “Has it helped you?”

Jungkook looked at you like he didn't understand, so you explained yourself. “With confidence, I mean.”

“What do you think?” He looked at you with a deadpan expression, which made you chuckle.

“Well, you’re talking to me just fine. In fact, I’m the more awkward one here right now.”

“I mean, once the worst happens, what’s there to be afraid of?” Jungkook shrugged. “You know what I do, you watched it, but it doesn’t change anything. I’m me, you’re you, we’ll just move on.”

“Maybe you should go into every conversation with women like that, thinking that they’ve watched you at one point or another, if that makes it easier,” you suggested, but he brushed it off.

“You’re not exactly all women,” he added with a scoff, but you weren’t sure what he meant by that. “You know most of my friends. I see you all the time. If some random woman at the club knew, so what? I could pretend it wasn’t me or something. But the second you saw the tattoo, I knew. Fucking Taehyung and his showing up unannounced.”

“Well, he did announce himself, you just forgot.”

“I wouldn’t have started the stream if I hadn’t forgotten, trust me,” he told you with a knowing look.

“Oh, right, you had the stream,” you said, outing yourself even more.

What Jungkook knew was that you’ve seen his live-stream before. For all he knew, it happened once, maybe twice. However, someone who’d seen him once wouldn’t have known about his uploads. Only people who were subscribed got those updates about when he’d post next.

“So you follow the streams?” He asked so matter-of-factly, as if it wasn’t such a damning fact, as if it didn’t mean you were so insanely attracted to his voice, moaning, and naked body that you followed his schedule to know when you’d be getting off next.

“Maybe,” you gulped, feeling extremely embarrassed since you were caught red-handed.

“Interesting,” Jungkook noted with a grin. “Can I ask you something?”

“After this conversation? You can ask me anything,” you laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Will you continue to watch?” He asked, turning to face you again with an expression you couldn’t read. “Now that you know it’s me?”

“I don’t think so,” you told him right away because you’d make the decision before you even knew it was him. Now that you did know Bunny’s identity, it served as another deterrent from this little secret hobby of yours.

“Oh,” Jungkook said, looking at the glass again before deciding to fill it up and down the shot.

“It’s not because of you,” you tried to explain, noticing that your decision made him feel bad. After all, it did sound very rude—you wanted to watch when he was an anonymous guy, but now that you knew it was him, you’d lost interest.

“Don’t worry, I get it,” he gave you a faint smile, but you could tell it really wasn’t okay. “I mean, the whole thing is cursed.”

“What do you mean?”

“It gives me the illusion that people are into me,” Jungkook admitted with a sigh. “But here you are, following the stream so, clearly, liking the content, but now you know it’s me, you’re put off by it completely.”

“That’s not exactly true—” you tried to explain, but Jungkook cut you off.

“Like I’ve said, don’t worry. It’s not your fault. I get it, I really do. You only saw my… dick and you liked that. If it comes in a package with my face and personality, it’s not exactly a good thing,” he said, chuckling, even though he was clearly not entertained. His expression and tone would have given him off even if he hadn’t said all of that out loud.

“Stop with the whole self-demeaning thing,” you told him, which instantly made him look at you, and it felt like you were scolding a scared kid. Still, you had to say it. “Why don’t you just talk to people? How can I know anything about your personality if you don’t talk to me? This is not easy to say, okay?, but you have a great dick and a very cute face. You don’t seem like a bad guy and this shyness of yours, like I’ve said, can be a huge plus for you if you only talk to women a bit more. Have a drink if you need to and talk.”

Jungkook leaned back into the sofa and took a while to think about your words. “I know you’re right about that, but it’s not that easy. I’m clumsy with words. I don’t know how to ask for what I want, so I talk in circles. What’s the fucking point of having hundreds of women watching you when you can’t talk to a single one?”

“That sounds tough,” you agreed. It must have been really strange to have all these women lining up for him and then feeling unable to speak to a single one. He brought a lot of pleasure to a lot of women yet he got none out of it. “But you can work on it. Try to have one conversation a day or something.”

“How would you get a woman to sleep with you, if you were me?”

His question wasn’t a rhetorical one so you thought about the answer for a while. All bets were off at this point and he was clearly trying to make the most he could out of the absolute clusterfuck of a situation. “If it was a one time thing, then I’d just go straight to the point and tell the girl that I’m just looking for some fun and that she’s gorgeous. If it’s someone I like, I’d tell them that they make me flustered so it’s hard to get the words out but that I’d like a chance to prove I can be a real bunny in the bedroom.”

Jungkook scoffed and then shook his head at you, clearly disappointed with you. “Fuck you.”

“I’m joking. I’d say beast instead of bunny, makes it a lot more fierce,” you joked, downing the rest of your drinking and thinking about the next one when Jungkook took you about. “What I mean is, even if you can’t talk about it in detail, you can say something meaningful. One intimate thing is worth a lot more than three hours of nonsense. I’d just be honest if I were you.”

“So, here goes nothing,” Jungkook said before taking a deep breath. “I really, really like you and I’m a fuck-up when it comes to talking, but I’d like you to forget the fact that I’m me and give me a chance to be Bunny. For you. Without the filming. And tipping, clearly.”

The last part made you chuckle, and your nerves were to blame as well. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Why were you even thinking about it? Your pussy throbbed at the idea of him acting like Bunny in front of you, of getting naked and jerking off for you.

If you were being honest, it throbbed because this was the first time in a long time a good-looking guy made a sexual proposition and you were dying to finally feel something real. If Jungkook really wanted this, you wanted him to speak about it more, to help him get out of his shell. How would you two do anything if he couldn’t talk to you about sexual topics? It wouldn’t work.

“You want me to watch you jerk off?” You cocked your head to the side and played dumb while thoughts about him naked roamed your mind.

Jungkook chewed on the inside of his cheek before taking a deep breath. “No, I want to fuck you.”

“Okay, we’re making progress here,” you joked, but noticed he wasn’t laughing. Besides, you shouldn’t have been joking about anything—you got shivers when he said the word “fuck” like a horny obsessed creep. “I’m not taking this as a joke, I just want us to talk about it if we’re thinking about doing it.”

“You’re thinking about it?” Jungkook’s eyes widened when he realized that and it took him a while to look away this time. The fact that he found this surprising was insane. Did he not know how hot he was?

“Maybe,” you grinned, realizing that you’d already made your mind up.

Was it stupid? Yes.

Would you regret it? Maybe.

Did you want to try Bunny in person? Fuck yes.

Did you think Jungkook deserved a chance? He was a good guy, so why not?

You were ready to meet some okay dude and go home with him, so why not Jungkook? The whole reason why you never thought about fucking him was that you never even talked. Now that’s changed. Another reason you had against it was that he was close to Tae and you really didn’t want your roommate to know details about your sex life. Since Jungkook wanted to keep his Bunny thing a secret, you were sure he would never share any kind of sexual information about you with his friend.

“What do you want to talk about?” He asked eagerly and chewed on his bottom lip. You had to admit flusteredness looked hot on him.

“You,” you smiled at him, hoping he’d calm down. “Do you want another drink?”

“Nope, I’m good,” he said shortly, but then explained, as if he remembered that you wanted him to talk more. “I mean, if we do this, I want to be sober.”

“Good thinking,” you nodded at him. “I’ll have another one.”

Before your hand touched the bottle, Jungkook’s was on yours, and it felt so big and warm, so you instantly remembered what it looked like wrapped around his veiny cock. “Uhm, if… If we’re fucking, I’d like you to be present. Meaning, not wasted.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded and moved your hand away from his. “Fair enough.”

For a minute or so, both of you were quiet, looking around.

You weren’t sure what Jungkook was thinking about—probably what he was going to talk to you about—but you were focusing on how you wanted to approach this. Did you want to wait until he made the first move, initiated everything, and took control or did you want to help him out?

One side of you wanted to make him step up, but the other side was telling you to be fair and help him out. He was already having some confidence issues, so it would probably help him more if you initiated at least the conversation.

However, Jungkook beat you to it. “How did you find the stream?”

“I…” you stopped, unsure of the best way to go about it. “Long story short, I haven’t had sex in a long time and I never really came on my own,” you admitted, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish around him, mostly because he played such a key part in the story he knew nothing about. Still, if you were going to make this more comfortable, you had to give some too. “So I decided to change it, got toys, watched porn, but I guess nothing worked. Then I got into the moaning video world and it happened.”

“Oh, cool,” he said, as if this wasn’t extremely awkward and personal for you. “So you watch other streamers as well?”

He made watching men jerk off sound like the most normal thing out there. “No, I don’t.”

Your confession made his head snap in your direction. “You only watch me?”

“Yes,” you admitted, smiling at him. “You’re that good.”

You knew that would soothe his ego, but you also knew he deserved it. It was funny how a lot less attractive men had so much more confidence than Jungkook, who had nothing wrong with him.

“Thanks,” he said, looking down with a grin he so desperately tried to hide. “And did you manage to do it?”

“Do what, sorry?”

“Come,” he said the word in a much lower tone, the one he used on stream, and it instantly made your pussy clench. You were conditioned to start soaking the second you heard his low voice talking or, even worse, moaning.

“I-I did,” you admitted, hating yourself for letting your voice falter like that. He already knew you watched him. Did he have to know he managed to get you come every single time?

“Are you ashamed of this?” Jungkook seemed concerned for a second and you appreciated the sentiment.

“Of course,” you said with a shrug. “But what can I do? I saw you naked and thought about you while getting myself off. It’s kind of embarrassing, to say the least.”

Jugkook cleared his throat before responding. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never seen you naked and I’ve jerked off to you numerous times.”

“You have?” Curiosity got the better of you and you just had to know. Besides, if you were going to fuck him, it was good to know things like this.

“Have you seen yourself?” Jungkook asked with a scoff. “Yeah, I’m that much of a loser. Can’t say a single word to you but jerk off to you when I get home.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Does that gross you out?”

“Jungkook, I’ve seen you get yourself off. Nothing about it grosses me out,” you were never that shameless before, but then again, this situation was one of a kind. “And honestly, you’d get so much more pussy if you said things like this to women.”

“You think women like someone telling them they’d jerk off on them?” Jungkook asked, genuinely wondering, completely looking over or ignoring your compliment. You figured he was too ashamed to address it.

“Not everyone, sure, but some would,” you shrugged. “I mean, if I like a guy and he tells me that, I’d enjoy it. Like you said, it’s a confidence thing.”

“Good to know,” he nodded with a smile. “I mean, you’re right. If someone knows you personally and jerks off to you, it’s a really good compliment.”

“It’s a compliment even if they don’t know it’s you,” you added, knowing it would get him flustered because he’d know you were talking about him. Jungkook nodded in response, clearly thinking of what he was going to say to that.

The more you thought about it, the better the idea seemed. You know what he was hiding under those clothes and you wanted to have some fun, and so did he. Why not?

“Jungkook, do you want to fuck me?” You asked, hoping he’d be calm enough to respond.

“Yes,” he did so right away, ready for the question. “I really fucking do.”

“Now?”

“Whenever you let me,” Jungkook sighed.

“Do you think you’ll be good at it?” You asked, feeling like it was the right time to tease him.

“Uh, I,” he fumbled a bit but then calmed himself down with a deep breath. “If you can come just by watching me jerk off, I think I’ll be fine.”

“But that’s not all you do,” you pouted and stood up just to walk over to him and stand right between his legs, leaving him with no option other than to look up at you. “You make the sweetest sounds.”

“If you want that, you can have it,” he agreed in an instant.

“Are you sure you’re not embarrassed? Too ashamed to do this? You know we’ll have to get naked and touch each oth—” you were cut off by his sudden movement.

You were being mean, you knew it. You were teasing, but only because you were still trying to figure out whether this was something you two needed to do.

What if Jungkook wasn’t ready? He barely talked to you before that night, so you weren’t sure he’d have the guts to do much, and if the whole experience sucked, it would be really weird to see each other after.

But, then again, he was Bunny, the confident, hot guy who could now make you come just by speaking.

Jungkook cut you off mid-teasing by standing up and leaning in, as if he was just about to kiss you. “You treat me like a baby far too often for someone who gets off on me every couple of days.”

“Those two aren’t correlated,” you tried to joke your way out of it, but Jungkook was towering over you, letting you inhale the sweet scent of his cologne, and you felt so small next to him all of a sudden.

“You’re absolutely right,” he agreed with a chuckle. “The fact that watching me turns you on has nothing to do with you acting like a brat right now and trying to make me nervous.”

“Oh, and you aren’t nervous?” You cocked your head to the side and placed both hands on his chest. “I feel like you are. You’re finally getting words out, so that’s something.”

“I’ll get a lot more words out of you, trust me,” he said with an air of confidence you weren’t used to seeing from him.

Jungkook sat back down on the sofa and spread his legs, as if he was waiting for you to straddle him, so you did exactly that. You couldn’t help it—his spread thighs looked so inviting, even when they were covered by jeans. Two could play this game and you were determined to win. You could swear he shuddered when you sat on him and placed your hands on his shoulders, but you didn’t think much of it—it was normal to be nervous in this situation.

“Are you sure about that?” You asked cockily when you realized he was speechless.

In response, Jungkook started to unbutton his shirt until all you could see in front of yourself was his naked chest. Then, he leaned back against the sofa, letting himself fall into the cushions. “Are you sure?”

“Hm,” you hummed in agreement and let your hands wander over his chest. When you touched him, you felt his body stiffen under you, but Jungkook relaxed and let your cold hands touch him all over his warm chest and you enjoyed every second of it. It was all a lot firmer, smoother, and more real than you’d imagined. “I wonder how a handsome guy like you has so much trouble with girls.”

The compliment made Jungkook flush, but he steered the conversation elsewhere. “Are you going to keep that on?”

You looked down at your shirt and quickly got it over your head, which left you only in your bra. Jungkook seemed to enjoy the sight a lot more than you thought he would and for a while, his eyes were glued to your lace covered breasts. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“That was a question?” He cocked an eyebrow up and grinned. “I thought you were just being a bitch.”

His remark made you laugh and he seemed to enjoy you doing that. “While I’m known to be a bitch from time to time, that wasn’t my intention,” you said while slowly moving your hands up to his face until you had it in your hands, your palms holding the backs of his jawbone, directing his head the way you wanted it to face. “I was actually trying to give you a compliment.”

“It came out kind of backhanded,” Jungkook grinned while looking straight into your eyes, your hands on his head. “You could have just said something about how much you liked my dick if you were really trying to compliment me.”

You appreciated the cockiness of his tone and liked the fact that he was starting to open up. “See? If you acted this way around women, you’d have no trouble getting them to fuck you.”

Jungkook placed his hand over yours and looked you straight in the eye. “Can we stop talking about these hypothetical women? I couldn’t care less about other women right now. You’re sitting on my dick. Fuck other women.”

You laughed again and slowly moved away from him. “How about we take this to your bedroom? I’d like to see you in action.”

“This is the least romantic proposition I’ve ever received,” Jungkook joked, but still got up swiftly and took you to the bedroom while getting rid of his belt and shirt in the process. For someone who was complaining so much, he seemed to be very eager to get naked.

“That’s rich coming from you, Bunny,” you joked too, knowing you’d hit a nerve, but Jungkook just laughed heartily.

“I sort of had that one coming,” he shrugged and closed the door behind you. “But I mean, this is the exact opposite of romantic. I-I, we haven’t even kissed. And we still have our clothes on.”

“Then let’s take it off,” you said and got rid of your pants, bra, and then panties, all the while Jungkook stood there leaning against the bedroom door, watching you in what seemed like awe, but you guessed it was just horniness. “What about you?”

“Oh, right,” he snapped out of it quickly and got out of his pants and boxers, showing you the dick you felt like you knew personally by then. Fuck, it looked even better and smoother in person. Seeing a naked man after such a long time already felt amazing on its own, but coupled with the fact that he was that good-looking, the experience turned into something you wouldn’t be able to forget. “Like what you see?”

You nodded, not even wanting to pretend you had something funny to say about it. You were sure he could already tell by the way your mouth gaped at the sight of his erect dick. “You’re even better in person, if that means anything for your ego.”

“It sure fucking does,” he smiled softly, which seemed such a contrast from his naked body that was calling you to touch it. “You said you wanted to see me?”

“If you don’t mind,” you looked at him questioningly and when he nodded, you moved to the bed and sat down on it, unsure of what to do. Jungkook was right about one thing and it was the lack of romance or anything similar. The whole thing was weird from start to finish, but you were sure you’d make it work.

“One thing, though,” he said after he walked over to his computer desk—that computer desk—and got the lube. “I’d like to watch you too.”

“Oh,” you mouthed and decided that it was only fair. Why would he put on a show for you and get nothing in return? What’s fair is fair. “At the same time?”

“Just do it like you always do it,” he teased, making you roll your eyes at him. He was right though, that’s exactly how it went. You’d watch Bunny and get yourself off.

“Well, I usually have a vibrator,” you told him, knowing this would get him all worked up. The fact that he started to stroke himself dry served as proof of your prediction being true.

“Fuck, that sounds nice,” Jungkook said, biting his lip. “Can you manage without it?”

“I won’t come,” you said, stacking the two pillows on top of each other so you could rest against them and stare right at Jungkook, who was standing at the edge of the bed, his erection in hand. Your confession made him sad.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asked, seeming worried about this, which got him even more points in your book. The amount of guys you knew that just didn’t really care if their partner came was astounding, sadly. “How do you usually do it with a guy?”

“Oral,” you said, not knowing whether that was even his thing, but his smile he gave you reassured you.

“Want me to eat you out?” Jungkook suggested and you had a hard time thinking about anything else other than his lips and tongue on you and those fucking gorgeous fingers inside of you.

“No,” you said, making him frown instantly. “Give me the lube,” you said and he threw it on the bed next to you, so you took it, squirted some in your hand, and threw it back at him. “Let me watch for a while and then you can eat me out.”

“Deal,” Jungkook nodded and squirted a generous amount of lube on his cock. “Want me to lie down, stand, sit?”

“Whatever feels good for you,” you told him honestly. Did it matter? If you got to see his cock in action, you’d be happy.

“Standing then,” he shrugged and lifted one leg on the bed, allowing you an even better view of his firm thighs, balls, and cock.

Jungkook slowly started to stroke himself, but since you were so used to it and knew what was coming, you reached down and started rubbing your clit. When he saw you do that, Jungkook immediately sped up his pace. “Do you usually do it like that?”

You hummed in agreement, unable to take your eyes off his big cock.

“You like watching me?” He asked the question he used so much in his streams, making you clench around nothing. “I knew you would.”

You nodded, without even thinking about it.

Jungkook wasn’t the dominant one here, not at all. If anything, it should have been you—you were the older one, the one with more sexual experience, the one who was able to have conversations with those of the opposite sex. You had more confidence in general and weren’t afraid to ask for what you wanted when you wanted it. Yet, he was the one talking and having you melt like it was your first time seeing a man.

“Does it seem big enough for you?”

“Fuck yes,” you decided to respond to this one, wanting to make him as weak as you seemed. “It will fit so nicely.”

“Right?” Jungkook asked, his voice suddenly shaky, and you just knew he was imagining being right inside of you. “Right in your pretty little cunt.”

“Yes,” you agreed, feeling yourself getting soaked. The tone of voice he used now was different from the Bunny one, it wasn’t that deep or fake, so you enjoyed it even more, even though you thought that wasn’t humanly possible. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

“I know, baby,” he responded, using the nickname he so often used in the live-streams. You didn’t like it when guys called you that—it was overused and felt cheap since they used that nickname for every single girl they dated. None of it mattered now and you wanted to hear him call you baby all night. “You’ve been wanting this for a long time, huh?”

“Very long,” you hissed the words as your clit finally started to respond to your quick movements. “Too long.”

“I think so too,” he said, moving his leg down from the bed and walking over so he was standing on the side of the bed, a lot closer to you. He was still tugging at his hard cock. “We should have done this sooner.”

“Speak up sooner next time,” you teased, thinking it was a good idea.

Jungkook reached for your face, gently grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. “I’ll just put it in you if you keep this up.”

You’d never thought a threat could sound as attractive as that, but Jungkook made it possible. The fact that the shy guy who couldn’t even look at you before was now saying this was surprising in itself, let alone your reaction to it.

“You say that like it’s a threat,” you said, having a hard time focusing on his eyes when his dick was right there, so fucking close you could touch it.

Jungkook groaned in frustration. “I’m really trying to be nice and do whatever you ask of me. You said you wanted to watch, so I’m giving you a show. But now you’re just teasing me.”

“You’re right, sorry,” you licked your lips. “I just like teasing you.”

The response seemed to please him, so he continued touching himself. “You know what’s funny? It takes me so long to come during the stream, but if you were right in front of me, I’d come so fast.”

“Already coming?” You said, jokingly, but he didn’t seem to appreciate the joke. “I’m kidding. I’d really like to see you come all over yourself.”

“Since you’re here, I’d much rather come all over you,” Jungkook responded, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Sounds good,” you agreed and started rubbing yourself faster, to which he groaned, and that in turn made you hiss and buck your hips into your hand.

“What is it? Like it when I make sounds for you?” He said, knowing the answer very well. “You sure fucking do. You love watching me touch my dick, you like watching me come, you love hearing me. You get off to me so fucking often, right?”

You nodded, feeling too weak to respond. Your fucking vagina was playing tricks on you again and you felt like you wouldn’t come even though you were having the time of your life. Everything was right—the mood, the guy next to you, the way you were touching your clit, but it just wasn’t happening.

“Say it,” Jungkook said in a harsher tone, which immediately made you want to respond.

“I watch you almost every day, Jungkook,” you said with a grunt, losing any bit of decency you had left. If he’d use this information against you, so be it. “Whenever you’re on, almost. I love watching you so much.”

“Why?” He asked, enjoying every single word that came out of your mouth.

“You always seem so clean and smooth. Your skin looks perfect, your fingers are so long and your dick is big, so I always imagine them in me,” you stopped and moaned when the pressure you were applying to your clit became too much.

“You think about me fucking you?”

“A lot,” you admitted, enjoying the way your words affected him. “You make me come so fast. Two, three minutes, and I’m out.”

This made Jungkook smile widely. “Can I come over you? Shower your tits with cum?”

You nodded without thinking. If it meant he wouldn’t fuck you, so be it. You wanted to see him come. It felt like the perfect payback for all the time he’s made you come.

“Good girl,” he grinned and moved closer, offering you his dick to suck. “Take just the tip, huh? Just a little bit.”

Instead of responding, you leaned in and wrapped your lips around his warm, wet tip and got the most guttural moan you’ve ever heard from him. Instinctively, Jungkook thrust into your mouth, but thankfully, he didn’t get too far in because you were still sitting away from him. “Fucking hell, you feel so good,” he mumbled and reached down to take a fistful of your hair. Instead of pulling your hair, he started grazing your scalp with his fingers, being a lot more gentle than you’d imagined. “Your tongue will finish me, fuck.”

You hummed against his cock and brought a hand up to grope his thigh a couple of times before moving on to grab his balls. When you did that, Jungkook kicked his head back and moaned your name. You were no longer touching yourself —you wanted to focus solely on him, so you did exactly that, but you wanted to feel something as soon as you heard him moan like that, enjoying himself so much.

“Right there, hmhm,” Jungkook moaned, continuing to play with your hair while looking down at you with his cock in your mouth and balls in your hand. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. You’re insanely hot, you have no idea… Fuck, right there.”

You continued to moan and hum against his cock, knowing that the vibrations made him feel even better. Soon enough, Jungkook pulled out of your mouth and continued to touch himself. “I can come over you? Quick?”

You nodded and then heard him grunt your name before streaks of white sticky liquid shot out of his cock and landed across your breasts and stomach. You were sure some ended up on Jungkook’s sheets, but you couldn’t have cared less in that moment.

There was something so mouth-watering about seeing such a handsome guy with such a nice dick use it to get himself all over you, and knowing you helped make that happen. Jungkook held onto the wall with one hand as he milked himself out over you, enjoying the sight.

“You’re so amazing,” he mumbled at you, trying to calm his breathing down. “My turn?”

You nodded and before you knew it, he was between your legs, his full lips latching onto your clit while his two fingers circled your entrance. He touched you and moaned the second he realized your hole was hot, soaking, and ready for him, so he shoved both fingers in and sucked on your clit while using the other hand to grope your buttcheek.

Fucking Jungkook and his fucking long fingers and nimble tongue! It was embarrassing that it took him less than a minute of oral to get you to come with a scream of his name and a hard grip of his curly hair, but it happened and you couldn’t feel bad about it, not when he’d just jerked off in front of you and brought your wildest fantasies to life.

Since he kept sucking on your clit even though you just came, you pushed him away to stop him and saw how messy he was with your slick all over his face, a string of it connecting his chin to your pussy.

“Ugh,” you shook your head, feeling embarrassed. “Wipe your mouth, I’m all over you.”

“That’s my favorite part,” Jungkook grunted, but got up to get the towel, like you asked.

When he came back, he found you in the same position, lying on your back, your legs spread, trying to catch your breath. You just couldn’t come to terms with the fact that a) Jungkook was Bunny, b) you were attracted to Jungkook, and c) you two had just made each other come.

“You okay?” He said, sitting down next to you, handing you the towel.

“This was the first time I came with a guy in like, what?, a year?” You sighed, feeling completely satisfied, for a change. “So I’m enjoying it.”

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Somehow, you didn’t really know how, you agreed to sleep over. It was late and you didn’t want to face Taehyung, so what was the point of going home and having Taehyung verbally attack you until you told him what had happened? It wouldn’t have been a good idea.

Besides, you didn’t want to ruin such a satisfactory night by stressing over your roommate. You’d deal with it tomorrow.

Jungkook offered you an extra toothbrush, warm cloth, coconut oil to get rid of your makeup, and a moisturizer, which was so funny considering you thought he knew next to nothing about women. Then, he gave you one of his big t-shirts and asked you to sleep next to him which you did.

Well, you tried.

It was hard to fall asleep because your heart was racing. You thought it was due to all the drinks earlier, but you knew it was because of the man sleeping next to you. He was so fucking good at oral, he was great at turning you on, he was funny and charming when he wasn’t dying from embarassment, and you couldn’t believe that was the Jungkook you knew.

Or well, didn’t know.

He couldn’t sleep either, so both of you kept tossing and turning around until Jungkook spoke.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you responded, hoping you didn’t sound weird. “Trying to calm down so I can sleep.”

“Oh,” he sighed. “Me too. Eventful night.”

“Truly,” you wholeheartedly agreed and tried to be funny. “You’re really good at this, Bunny.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied, not sounding convinced. You could tell something was on his mind, his tone was different. “Can I ask you something?”

“After this, you can ask me anything,” you repeated yourself after going a step further than the last time you’d said it.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Why didn’t you kiss me? Do you even like kissing?”

“I love it,” you admitted, feeling like it was a lot easier to be honest now that you were in the dark.

“So?” His breath seemed shaky and you weren’t sure if this was really bothering him.

“I guess there was just no opportunity.”

“I guess,” he agreed, even though it didn’t sound like he meant it.

He was right, though, it was weird. You could have kissed when you were straddling him, but you didn’t. Still, you weren’t the only player in this game.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” You asked him back, throwing the ball in his court.

“I don’t know. I’m a pussy,” he said nonchalantly, so much so that it made you laugh out loud.

“Want us to kiss now?” You were the one to offer, unable to find a downside to it. You’d already touched each other, so a kiss wouldn’t make or break anything.

Jungkook hummed in agreement so you turned to face him and he did the same. You were the first one to lean in, but he was the first one to kiss and it was sweet, short, and gentle, and his lips gently rubbed against yours. It was so simple, but it made you want more.

Still, you didn’t want to do the most and try to initiate something again. Instead, you simply enjoyed the kisses. First, they were pecks, then they got a bit deeper with your wet lips gliding against the other’s, making you feel warm all over. Then, you felt Jungkook’s tongue probing your lips and you let it enter and play with yours, which instantly got you in the mood. However, Jungkook didn’t overdo it. He went back to slow kissing until the both of you were out of breath, so he pulled away first and took a deep one.

“You’re a great kisser,” he told you.

“You too,” you said it back, meaning it wholeheartedly. Anyone who could get you to lose your breath when just kissing you was amazing at it.

Somehow, you both managed to fall asleep. It wasn’t a good night’s sleep—you tossed and turned, woke up and then went back to sleep, and in the end felt like you didn’t get a wink of sleep.

The clock on Jungkook’s nightstand said it was 4AM when you woke up next, so you exhaled loudly and threw your hands down on the covers, angry at yourself for not being able to fall asleep. You were wondering whether you should just give up on sleeping and go home. Jungkook turned on his side and spoke, which scared you—you weren’t expecting him to be awake too.

“Everything okay?” He sounded a lot more sleepy than you. In fact, it sounded like he was still half-asleep.

“Can’t sleep,” you whispered to him. “You go back to sleep, okay?”

Instead of responding, Jungkook reached out, wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his frame, so the side of your body was pressed against the front of his. “Better?”

“We’ll see,” you said and closed your eyes, enjoying his warmth against your body, feeling a lot calmer than you did before. It seemed like Jungkook had so much experience with women, he knew exactly how to pull you in closer, how to hug you so he wasn’t squeezing you too hard.

Jungkook rested his head next to yours, so you could hear his now quiet breathing and allow it to lull you to sleep. You stretched out your neck and groaned while doing so, feeling stiff and tired.

You didn’t expect Jungkook to react to this, but his body did—you could suddenly feel him hardening against your side. Being as mean as you were, you slowly pushed your side into him, trying to feel out if he was really sporting an erection.

“Sorry,” he mumbled into your ear. “The sounds got me.”

“You really need to stop apologizing for everything,” you told him with a low chuckle.

“I thought that was a part of my charm,” he teased back, suddenly sounding a lot more awake.

“Well, your dick is also a part of it, so you don’t have to apologize,” you responded, which made him move his hand up from your waist to the side of your face and cup it gently.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked. “Just a kiss.”

You nodded and he leaned in. The kiss seemed to last forever and you wouldn’t change a single thing about it—it was the perfect kiss. It was slow, lazy, wet, warm, sensual, and you never wanted him to stop. The more Jungkook kissed you, the more you wanted him, evident by the way your insides were starting to grow warmer and your pussy was starting to dampen.

You were the one to stop the kiss just to mutter a question at him. “Are you tired?”

“What do you have in mind?” He asked, pecking your lips and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. The whole situation felt a whole lot more intimate than it should, but you blamed it on fatigue, exhaustion, and chemistry between the two of you. You two weren’t romantically interested in each other—you were just two people who really needed to get off.

You reached down under the sheets and cupped his cock. “I’d really like to feel you inside.”

Jungkook hummed gently and pecked your lips as his hand made its way to your crotch, which he promptly cupped in return. “I’m never too tired for that.”

It all happened fairly quickly, but it was because you were both clearly so fucking eager to get laid, even after you both came hours earlier. Nothing beat sex, though.

Jungkook’s fingers quickly find their way under your underwear, where he grazed your crotch gently. Before you knew it, you were grabbing him tighter and pulling him in closer, which he took as a sign to ease two fingers inside of you. That was enough for you to moan gently, trying to keep it together. It just felt so fucking good to have someone finally touch you.

“Good?” Jungkook asked once he started to finger you and you nodded before kissing him again, trying to focus on the feeling of his fingers inside of you.

When Jungkook felt how wet and ready you were for him, it was his turn to grunt. You could tell he was trying to keep it down, but the grunt made him sound like Bunny and the memories came flooding in, making you even more eager for him.

Then, Jungkook decided to get rid of your underwear, following your lead. It didn’t take him long to get on top of you and prop himself up on one elbow while holding his dick in his other hand. “Condom?” Jungkook asked, and you could see he was hoping it was a no.

By this point, your eyes were used to the darkness, the only source of light being the clock on his nightstand. That’s why you could see how his eyes grew wider as he waited for your response.

“I’m on the pill for hormones,” you informed him, which made his face light up. “Are you clean?”

He eagerly nodded in agreement. “I got tested last year. Didn’t have sex since then.”

You chuckled at the admission. “We’re in the same fucking boat.”

“And I’m really fucking happy about that,” he mumbled in response as he positioned his tip at your entrance. Then, he looked up at your eyes, smiled, and gently inserted his cock into you, allowing your pussy to engulf it hungrily and get accustomed to his girth.

It was a lot to take in, but thankfully, you had a vibrator for practice and you were so fucking wet you though it would glide right in. Besides, his fingers did a good job of getting you ready for this.

A minute of shallow thrusting later, his cock finally made its way in and out easily, and it made you groan and kick your head back. Jungkook was keeping his distance from you, propped up on his palms as he started to thrust into you gently, groaning with each thrust.

For a while, you tried to focus on him and take it all in—his facial expressions, the way his hair fell over his face, how his arms and chest muscles flexed as he held himself up, how easily he moved his hips. The thing you couldn’t stop staring at was the point where your bodies connected, his body between your legs, his cock entering you, disappearing inside of your wetness and then reappearing, red and hard, slick with your juices.

“Come,” you said, wrapping your hands around Jungkook’s shoulders and pulling him in closer. “I like to be close.”

That was a lie, though.

You usually didn’t like to be close to guys when fucking them—you didn’t appreciate the stickiness, the sweat, feeling someone’s heavy body on you. All of these things distracted you from enjoying what was happening between your legs.

With Jungkook, however, none of it mattered. You wanted to feel close to him, mostly because it was so late and you were both tired and worn out and he kissed you and touched your cheek so gently earlier and you wanted more comfort from him, so you pulled him into your chest.

“You do?” He asked, kissing your neck, his mouth leaving a wet trail behind. You tangled your fingers in his curls and grazed his scalps, presuming he liked it since he’s done it to you. “Never thought you were that type.”

For someone who talked to women so rarely, Jungkook sure read them well. “I’m not usually, but I am tonight.”

“I see,” he seemed to be happy with your response, you could tell by the way he started thrusting harder and kissing your neck.

Now that he was on top of you, he could sneak one hand beneath you and pull you in closer by the waist while continuing to kiss your neck. You played with his hair, tugging at it, getting him to moan and groan even more.

The sex was slow and steady, soft, without any awkwardness that was visible earlier. You figured a lot of it had to do with the fact that you were practically in the dark and so, so tired. Despite asking for kisses earlier, Jungkook still didn’t seem so comfortable giving them.

“Ah, fuck!” Jungkook grunted and quickly pulled out, following the action with a loud hiss. “Fuck!”

You immediately winced at the loss of his hard, warm cock inside of you. “What’s wrong?”

“I almost came,” he shook his head, once again on his elbows. “Sorry.”

“Jungkook, relax,” you said, pulling him in closer once again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and head so you could kiss his cheek and whisper to him. “It’s just me, relax… Put it back in. You can come whenever you’d like.”

“You first,” he shook his head.

“If you touch my clit, I’ll scream,” you said, explaining to him that you felt too sensitive for that. The fact that you’d touched it yourself and then he tongued it made the bud hard and sensitive to touch, and you didn’t want to overdo it. “So, fuck me some more.”

Jungkook eased himself into you with a loud grunt, “Fuck, you’re tight...”

“Why don’t you kiss me?” You suggested, hoping he would, and Jungkook did as asked, his mouth quickly finding yours as he kept thrusting into you slow and steady, making you feel all sorts of warm inside.

You weren’t sure which one of you was enjoying the kiss more because you were both moaning into the kiss and groping each other. You were squeezing and smacking his firm ass, wanting him to go harder, while Jungkook touched every part of you he could reach, his mouth never leaving yours.

“I never want to come,” he mumbled into the kiss, which made you both chuckle. “You’re so warm… Don’t want to pull out…”

“Fuck me,” you told him, even though he was already doing that—and he was amazing at it.

As if those words did something to him, Jungkook rested his forehead on the pillow right next to your head and reached down to grab both your buttocks, lifting them up a bit so he could continue to thrust into you, this time a lot more quicker and harder seeing as he was holding your hips and that gave him more support.

As soon as he started doing that, he hit your g-spot—you could tell by the way a moan escaped your lips unintentionally and how your pussy clenched around him. His dick was big enough to reach it and you couldn’t remember the last time that happened.

“Like that, huh?” Jungkook mumbled, leaning his head to the side so he could whisper into your ear and peck your cheek. Then, he thrust into you even harder and chuckled when you let out an even louder moan and dug your fingers into his ass, enjoying every second of it. “You love it when someone rams you hard… Fuck, you’re tight! Ugh!”

It sounded like his words turned you both on equally—he loved hearing them as much as you did. Whenever he said something dirty, your mind instantly flew to all the fun you had with Bunny in the background. And now here you were, with him, in his fucking bed, fucking him.

“Go harder, Jungkook,” you whispered back, turning your face to the side to kiss him, fingers now grazing his back all the way down to his ass. “I want more.”

“More?” He asked with a chuckle. “Sure.”

With that, he started moving so fast your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you lost breath for a second. Each thrust helped him hit your g-spot hard, so hard that you were wrapping your legs around his waist and clenching, never wanting him to stop.

Jungkook seemed to get how good the position felt so he kept going, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he held it above the bed and pounded you hard, so hard you couldn’t help but groan and swear at him.

What was so great about the position was that your chest was pressed against his and you felt like he was in complete control of it, holding you, ramming his cock into you, and all you could do was wrap your legs around his waist tighter and grip his hair to show him how good he was making you feel.

“Fuck, keep going,” you grunted, feeling something strange, but good, inside of you. Jungkook’s cock kept hitting your g-spot every time he shoved his dick inside of you, and it made you clench around him each time, feeling wetter with each second. If this was the build-up of an orgasm, it was different from the ones you’ve experienced so far, but you knew it would be just as good. “Right there, Jungkook, fuck!”

Jungkook grunted at your words and tried to keep the same pace, but you could tell he was getting tired. After all, it was the middle of the night and he was holding you up by the hips while slamming his cock into you hard and quick. You could feel he was getting sweatier quickly, his curly hair sticking to the sides of his face, which was resting against yours, allowing you to feel him so close to you.

The moans that were coming out of his mouth were suppressed and a lot softer and quieter than the ones you were used to hearing from him—on stream, at least. Still, they managed to turn you on just the same.

Instead of overthinking the fact that you were fucking Jungkook and that you’d have to deal with this somehow, you closed your eyes and focused solely on him—the thrusts of his hips, his cock inside of you, touching you right where you needed him, his soft moaning right next to your ear, his hands holding you tight.

The more you relaxed, the better the feeling inside of you got. The build-up was slow and then it started to bring you so much pleasure you couldn’t help but groan his name and hold onto him tighter.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Jungkook seemed to be reacting to the sounds you were making. “I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

The idea of having Jungkook come was appealing but so was the idea of him fucking you for a bit longer. Still, you didn’t want to ruin his fun.

“Come, Jungkook,” you gripped his hair and kissed the side of his face, both of you sweaty and panting. “It’s okay…”

“You’re so fucking tight, it’s hard to control it,” he grunted, finally relaxing enough say more than a couple of words. Jungkook squeezed your ass tight and continued to ram himself into you and it seemed so desperate—he was going so fast now, trying to get off, and the whole thing turned you on even more. “So tight and wet… Perfect for my cock…”

“Yeah, yeah,” you moaned, feeling like you were about to burst. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” he mumbled with a chuckle and then he started to go really hard, which made you kick your head back, scream his name, and let him do whatever he wanted.

As if that was what he was waiting for, Jungkook now let your hips fall to the bed and then he started to go as fast as possible, the sounds of skin hitting skin filling the room, accompanied by his loud grunts. When he realized you were enjoying the sound she was making, he smirked, looking straight into your eyes.

“I forgot you liked that,” he said cockily, continuing to thrust.

“Shut up,” you grunted, but didn’t have the energy to argue when you did in fact like it, a lot more than he realized.

“Hold onto me,” he suggested, and you wrapped your hands around him, holding onto his shoulders.

The stamina on him was clearly amazing, but the force he used was even more astonishing. Jungkook started to thrust so hard that he pushed you into the bed and the bed into the wall. This had obviously happened to him before, which is why he asked you to hold onto him, and you had no problem with it. You liked it rough.

Each thrust made your whole body vibrate as you gripped onto his shoulder, not wanting to move away too far and lose the feeling of his girthy dick filling you up. What the force of his thrust also taught you was that he was big enough to touch your g-spot even from missionary—and you fucking loved it.

Because it was so quick and rough, it felt like he was pressing against it more than not. Surprising the both of you, you came very suddenly, screaming his name, digging your fingers into his shoulders, surely leaving crescent-shaped marks behind, but neither one of you seemed to care.

“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck!” You grunted over and over again, completely relaxing and falling on the bed, feeling warmth fill your stomach, crotch, and thighs, your chest still heaving.

“You have no idea how fucking good it feels, ungh, when you clench me like that,” he said into your ear, grunting lowly after every couple of words, unable to control it. “Can I come?”

“Mhm,” you said, sneaking your hand to the back of his head and tugging at his hair, starting to kiss his neck. “Come for me, Jungkook.”

It didn’t take him long to do exactly that—his body shook the second the first stream of cum shot out of his cock and covered your walls. You couldn’t feel that inside of you, but you could feel him tense and relax, and his grunts told you he enjoyed it a lot. You were happy to notice that it lasted a lot longer than it usually did for the guys you've slept with, so you took that as a good sign.

Clearly, you weren’t going to tell Jungkook he was the first guy who made you squirt (you didn’t know it was him at the time, though) or the first guy who made you come during sex, without using his hands and mouth. You didn’t want it to get to his head.

You felt too weak to get up, but you had to—you couldn’t fall asleep full of cum. By the time you cleaned yourself up and came back to bed, Jungkook dozed off, so you got under the covers and hoped to God your friendship—or whatever it was—wouldn’t be even more awkward when you woke up.

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