Mommy Issues Series Installment

Mommy Issues Series Installment

Adventures with college student, Jeon Jungkook, and his growing obsession with his professor - you.

Warning: professor/student, cheating au, age difference, smut, yandere tendencies,

Total Word Count: 15.349

Hi, I was bored and never really did anything like this, so I thought why not start now 🤪🫶🏽

Installment 1 - mommy issues (1.363)

Your student is a little more convincing than he should be.

Installment 2 - homewrecker (1.961)

If Jungkook couldn't be happy with you, why should your husband be?

Installment 3 - cruel world (1.845)

It's sad your brother wasted all this time getting into college just to be expelled.

Installment 4 - sad girl (2.126)

Jungkook may be going away, but he'll forever be with you.

Installment 5 - freak (1.260)

Jungkook finds a way back into your world - and you let him.

Installment 6 - whore (1.535)

When you're lonely, Jungkook is always there.

Installment 7 - burning desire (2.071)

You allow Jungkook back into your life - fully.

Installment 8 - pity party (3.188)

When all things fail, and everyone leaves you - you're left with no one but Jungkook.

seven tattoos later | jjk

🐰pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x tattooartist!reader

🐰genre: fluff, smut

🐰summary: if the hottest fuck boy in town made it a point to visit your little tattoo studio every week, how many tattoos would it take to make you fall in love with him?

🐰word count: 3.3k

🐰warnings: unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, sex on the couch, doggy, hes big and rough, lip tattoos, hickeys, lil bit of drinking, hes so annoying in this im so sorry

As you close up for the night, you look out the window and count at least four couples out for a dog walk. It’s past eight, but still warm and bright out. It’s like the sun never stops shining. Summer sucks like that.

Maybe you’d appreciate the sun a little more if you had a puppy to walk or at least a handsome guy friend to drag you outside so you aren’t just rotting away in your empty tattoo studio on a Friday night. Everyone’s apparently on vacation or getting married in Hawaii or something, so work’s been exceptionally slow this week. Fuck summer.

It’s lonely.

You might even miss Jeon Jungkook, the last person you ever expected to get along with. The first time he walked into your studio, he didn’t waste any time in hitting on you and making it painfully obvious. You were convinced he only walked in and got a tattoo that day because he thought you’d be an easy lay. 

That was around two months ago.

“What do you think would look good on me?” he’d asked while scrolling through your portfolio. You knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to take in his good looks, imagine the carved out physique beneath that leather jacket. That’s what guys like him do. And he was far from the first male client to ask you that. He wasn't special.

“I don’t know, maybe like a bunny or a duckling?” You just said the first things that came to mind—your two favorite animals. You didn’t give a flying fuck about what design would actually look good on someone you’d just met. Your icy heart definitely doesn’t warm up to people that quickly no matter how hot they are.

“Bunnies are cute,” he said without hesitation. You swear he was staring right at the dainty bunny tattoo on your collarbone. Then he tapped the top of his left hand, the one without all the other tattoos. “I’ll take one right here.” 

At the time, you didn’t think he was serious. (He was serious.)

“So, for touch-ups and stuff, it’d probably be good if I had your number, yeah?” he asked, leaning against the counter and admiring the final product on his hand. Him and his cocky ass smile. It’s annoying how hot he is. Unfair, too.

After inputting your number into his phone, you needed to make one thing very clear: “Send me a dick pic and I’ll tattoo all of your exes’ names on your forehead.”

“I promise no dick pics,” he chuckled. He must’ve taken your threat as a cute little joke. “But I would like to take you out sometime.”

For a moment, you just stared at his handsome face. Everything about him was bright and shiny. His pretty eyes, the art wrapped around his arm, that confident smile. The sun had nothing on him.

But the thing is, you knew better than to trust guys like him. They’re always saying shit they don’t mean. And you were tired of being let down by those empty words.

What would make Jeon Jungkook any different from the fuck boys who’ve burned you in the past?

You didn’t know enough about him to answer that question, but you also weren’t willing to get to know him.

It was for the best.

So after you politely declined the invitation, the boy nodded, waved farewell, and jogged out the door. At least he was decent enough to accept his fate and move right along. (He wasn’t.)

Just when you thought you’d gotten rid of him, he spun around. “See you next week for the touch-up, Y/N.”

He was still smiling like an idiot. You didn’t understand why.

“You’re not gonna need a touch-up in a week,” you shouted back as he dashed off. Fast little fucker. You doubt he heard you, but it didn’t really matter. With all those other tattoos, he already knew how touch-ups worked.

Besides, what were the odds of him showing his pretty face again after rejection? Every other client you turned down never came back. Not even for a touch-up.

You didn’t believe for a second Jeon Jungkook would be back.

A week later, he proved you wrong and waltzed right back in like you never rejected his ass. Of course he did. The week after that, he had three of your designs etched into his hand. And he just kept coming back for more, week after week.

Somewhere along the way, you learned he’s a wedding photographer, an artist like you. He’s shown you his photos a few times even after you specifically said you hate weddings. The photos were gorgeous, though. As much as weddings make you want to gag, the sweet moments he captured had the reverse effect. Somehow, you were envious of what those couples had.

You’ve also overcome the impossible task of learning to tolerate his dumb humor. It’s probably because his laugh and smile are so contagious. He won’t stop running his mouth until he sees you smile either, especially when you’re having a bad day. Your cheeks hurt whenever he’s with you.

Fast forward two months and he now has a total of seven of your tattoos. It feels weird not seeing him this week, not breathing in his woodsy cologne, not leaving your mark on his perfect skin. But you suppose that’s just what happens when the guy who’s been annoying the shit out of you suddenly goes to Hawaii. The withdrawal symptoms are kicking in. 

Your world is a whole lot quieter. It’s peaceful for once. And yet, you miss that chaotic idiot. 

Fuck summer. Fuck people who get married in Hawaii.

Your phone buzzes just as you finish cleaning up. Hopefully it’s someone who wants to book an appointment. (It’s not.)

When you read “jungcock,” you roll your eyes with the faintest smile—the perfect example of your clashing feelings for the boy.

jungcock🥴 [8:24PM] “Got time for me tonight?🫦”

Y/N🐰 [8:24PM] “arent you supposed to be in hawaii rn?”

Y/N🐰 [8:24PM] “and dont use that emoji ever again”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “I’d never choose Hawaii over you😌”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “(They called off the wedding)”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “🫦”

[8:25PM] [jungcock🥴 is now blocked]

[8:31PM] [You’ve unblocked jungcock🥴]

jungcock🥴 [8:31PM] “Is that a yes?”

Y/N🐰 [8:31PM] “i hate you a lot”

jungcock🥴 [8:32PM] “Hear me out”

jungcock🥴 [8:32PM] “What if😳👉👈 I brought snacks?”

Y/N🐰 [8:34PM] “fine”

You groan and shove your phone back into your pocket. Sometimes you wonder how you let this dork finesse his way into your life. Where did you go wrong?

Jungkook arrives at your studio ten minutes later with your favorite peace offerings—soju and pancakes. Ah yes, this is how he finessed his way to the top.

“Ooh snacks,” you hum as if you didn’t believe in his ability to pick something up on the way over. “What kind of pancakes did you get?”

“Your favorite, obviously,” he nods, handing you the warm box and a fork. There’s something about the way he crosses his arms, as though he’s just waiting to catch your reaction when you open it. Why does he look so fucking proud of himself?

“I never told you my favorite pancakes.” You raise a brow. The only thing you told him was your favorite pancake place. But they have like a million different options, ranging from classic (blueberry and chocolate chip) to fancy (tiramisu and that edible gold stuff). There’s no way he can magically guess your favorite pancake.

“Just open it.” He gives you his idea of a “playful shove” on the shoulders, which would’ve knocked you over with the pancakes if he hadn’t grabbed a hold of your wrist. He was definitely that annoying kid on the playground who chased around all the girls he had a crush on.

You mumble on about him being too rough as you open the box. To your surprise, it’s strawberries and whipped cream drenched in red syrup on top of a fat stack of pancakes—aka your favorite pancakes.

You look up from the mountain of strawberries and tilt your head at the boy like a confused puppy.

“I asked the waitress with the purple hair what you normally order,” he explains.

“Okay, but she doesn’t know me by name. How’d you describe me to her?”

He takes a few steps closer until you get a whiff of that woodsy cologne you missed so much. You feel the tips of his fingers trace along your collarbone. He’s not so rough anymore. In fact, the warm caress just barely grazes your skin, as if to tease your body. You’ve always lowkey looked forward to that tiny bit of warmth while working on his tattoos. Maybe he’s always been aware.

“I called you a cutie with a bunny tattoo.” His nose scrunches when he smiles this time, giving your skin one last poke. “She knew it was you when I showed her the one on my hand.”

Of course Jeon Jungkook walked into your favorite pancake place pretending to be your boyfriend. Of course he did something as embarrassing as showing off what appears to be matching tattoos. All for the sake of bringing you your favorite pancakes on an otherwise shitty summer night.

“Now she’ll think we have matching tattoos,” you say softly, shoving his chest. “How am I supposed to show my face in there ever again?”

“Hey, I don’t have a problem with the whole matching tattoos thing.” He puts his hands up to protect his chest from your wrath in case you’re feeling feisty. “I’ll just pick it up for you again.”

You’re not feeling feisty, so you give the boy a thumbs-up and bring him over to the couch in the back corner of the studio where you usually eat or take naps.

At long last, you stab a piece of pancake and strawberry and coat it in whipped cream before shoving it into your mouth. It’s delicious. “Is it mean if I say I’m glad the Hawaii wedding was canceled?”

“Because you’d be lonely without me here?” he teases.

“No, it’s because you bought me free pancakes, you simp,” you grin, handing off the fork to the simp so he too can get a taste of heaven. He passes you the soju in return even though you’re already feeling a little giggly.

“It’s not free,” he denies. “I’m supposed to be here for another tattoo, remember?”

After a tiny sip, you set the green bottle aside and grab Jungkook’s hand with both of yours. It looks so silly with all your tattoos surrounding the cute little bunny in the middle. He’s silly for letting you do that to him.

“I don’t think there’s any more room on your hand for another one,” you giggle. “Where am I gonna tattoo you next?”

You wonder how many tattoos he has under his clothes. Maybe he’s already got them all over the place. Then, eventually, his body will run out of space and you won’t be able to tattoo him anymore. That would suck. You kinda like his company.

“What about a lip tattoo?” you chirp, tapping on his lower lip with your index finger. When he doesn’t swat you away, you tug down on his lip ring to check for a hidden tattoo there. Nothing. “I have one.”

“You do?” His eyes immediately fall on your red strawberry lips. You pull down your lower one for him to see tiny black letters that read “bad girl.”

“My ex did it. I was supposed to tattoo ‘bad boy’ on his lip, but he chickened out,” you shrug. “Isn’t that crazy?”

“Wait, I thought you can’t stand matching tattoos?” He’s such a good listener. Boyfriend material.

“I didn’t have anything against them up until that point,” you hum as you play with his wavy hair. The perm is cute on him. “But that’s basically when my perspective changed.”

That’s when you lost faith in men. When you grew to hate the idea of marriage. When you started rejecting every guy who approached you, even if he was half as hot as Jeon Jungkook.

“Well fuck your ex,” he frowns. Yeah, fuck him. No, wait. Your ex isn’t the one you want to fuck right now. “You’ve convinced me. The next tattoo I’m getting is a lip tattoo.”

“Got any design ideas for what you want there?” You climb into his lap, cup his chin with one hand, and play with his lip piercings some more. You’ve never been this up close and personal with Jungkook, but you like it. You can already feel his cock hardening beneath you through your leggings.

“Your lips,” he says without hesitation. Cheesy, but you’ll take any excuse right now to close the gap between you and him.

Just like that, something clicks in your body, and your lips just find their way to his. You’re not sure how much of it is alcohol and how much is your actual feelings for the boy, but it doesn’t really matter. Not when the kiss tastes like strawberry pancakes. It’s perfect.

You throw your arms over his shoulders as he kisses back. He’s already got his hands slipped up the back of your little tank top. 

Your hips start to roll against him.

“Should we close the blinds?” he asks against your lips. “Unless you like an audience.”

You glance at the window. The sun is finally going down, but of course people are still walking their dogs. Maybe they didn’t get the memo that it’s officially fucking hours, not dog walking hours.

Normally, you’d be all for closing the blinds and turning out the lights, but your ass is nice and comfy in his lap and you’d rather not change that. Plus the back of the couch should hide 90% of what’s going on.

You shed your tank top off and toss it onto the coffee table next to the unfinished pancakes. His big eyes flick to your lacy black bralette. 

“Let them watch.” You press your lips into his neck and suck away like a vampire. The hickeys you’re about to leave him with will have to make do as temporary tattoos for now. You’re not gonna have time to tattoo him tonight.

“You sure you want people to see you so desperate and needy like this?” he asks as you wiggle out of your leggings. His hands immediately find your ass and give it a good squeeze.

“I’m not needy,” you whine, your naughty hand feeling how large his cock is through his joggers.

“I think you’re pretty needy, Y/N.” Two fingers slip past your thong and spread the wet lust between your legs. He has the biggest smirk on his face as your body squirms to his touch. You do everything in your power to hold back a gasp. “Do you want me to fuck you that badly?”

Yes, but you’re not going to admit it. Ever.

“No way,” you answer with confidence. He helps you out of his lap and you let him prop you up on your hands and knees so he can get a good look at your ass. “This is just my way of thanking you for the pancakes since we both know you aren’t getting that lip tattoo tonight.”

“The lip tattoo can wait.” You feel your thong drop to the couch where it belongs. Two very strong hands hold you at the waist. “You’re my number one priority tonight.”

As he fills you with his cock, you’re already melting to the heat between your legs. Your weak little arms lose all their strength. You reach for your fluffy white cloud pillow to muffle your moans and let him do all the work from behind.

The tight hold he has on you is a mix of possessiveness and all the sexual tension built up over the past two months. You wonder how many times he thought about bending you over and fucking you silly in the midst of getting a cute little frog tattoo. You’ve seen the way his lustful eyes look at you during his appointments. You’re not that oblivious.

“Nice ass tattoo, by the way.” He pinches the bit of skin with two pink butterflies. You’d always regretted that one because not everyone shares the same appreciation for it, but that tiny love pinch made it all worth it. “You and your cute little tattoos.”

He slides in and out, pounding your deepest spot, and drawing a pathetic whimper from your throat every few seconds. Doesn’t help that he has a finger or two rubbing away at your swollen little clit. That’s when you realize you’ve been missing out on amazing sex for far too long. Seven whole tattoos. That’s how long it took before you gave in.

He’s already rougher now than the playful shove that nearly knocked you over earlier. Good.

This is exactly what you need after such a boring work week.

“What would you be doing now if I were taking wedding pictures in Hawaii?” His voice is getting breathier. He’s working hard out there.

“Gagging at all the romantic shit you’d be sending me.” Even if he weren’t physically there with you, you know he’d still find a way to be annoying. He’d let you know he’s still thinking of you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you gag tonight.” You don’t have to turn around to know he’s got that dumb smirk on his face. “Maybe another time. If you’re into that.”

Your response is a soft moan into the pillow. The thought of his cock shoved down your throat isn’t as repulsive as you would’ve thought two months ago. Giving head isn’t usually your thing, but you’re open to trying it with him. You’re glad he can’t see you lick your lips.

He doesn’t slow down either, instead picking up the pace and going harder. Your fingers dig into the pillow, your whole body dripping in pleasure. It feels too good.

“Mm, Jungkook,” you pant like a poor puppy with your ass up in the air. Your little clit can’t take much more of his fingers. You’re so close.

“Thought you couldn’t stand me,” he teases as you tighten around him. He’s so annoying! During sex, too. “And now you’re about to cum for me?”

“Fuck you,” you gasp as the wave of pleasure passes through you. His fingers and cock help you ride out the high. He’s lucky he’s a sweet guy with a strong sex game. Otherwise you wouldn’t have fallen for his annoying ass.

As soon as he pulls out, he flips you onto your back, staring down at you with his cock in hand. A few extra pumps along his length is all he needs to get his release and drizzle your belly with his creamy glaze.

He climbs over you to give you a soft peck on the lips. You’ve been with a lot of fuck boys before, but you can’t remember any of them kissing you once the sex was done and over with.

This boy is different.

He lets you lie there, basking in the afterglow as he searches the studio for a clean towel. When he finally gets ahold of one, he offers a hand to help you sit up and gets you cleaned up.

“All jokes aside, I’m happy you were here tonight,” you say in a tiny voice. “Fuck Hawaii weddings.”

He chuckles in his usual adorkable way. “You should come to a wedding with me sometime—when I’m not working, of course. Maybe you won’t hate them as much as you think.”

You lean in for another kiss. There’s still a hint of pancake on his tongue, but it's even sweeter. “Sure.”

The corners of his lips curve upward in satisfaction. The annoying little shit is about to jump out. You can feel it. (The annoying little shit does not jump out.)

“Now finish your pancakes,” he smiles. For once, it’s not him looking all smug and shit. And it’s really endearing.

Somehow, he just keeps proving you wrong. In a good way.

You look at your favorite pancakes on the table and wave them off. “Nah, I’m good.” Once more, you scoot your ass onto him and press a finger to his lip. “I think I like the taste of you better.”

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Losing motivation when you have time

Getting motivation at ungodly hours of the day or when busy

Going back to your story trying to remember what the fuck you said

“Am I writing this character good or nah?”

“does the plot make sense?”

feeling guilty sometimes for absolutely no reason

waiting for comments on your fic from specific readers

writing something and thinking “oh yeah, thats definitely going to hurt them”

procrastinating on writing by writing other fics

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debating whether to add the fucking dumbass joke in that scene or not

wondering if you should or shouldn’t add that angsty scene purely to fuck with the readers bc its not like its gonna kill them or anything

Hoping no one finds it while simultaneously hoping ppl read it

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planning fics and never writing them

thinking its shit but ppl like it and suddenly ur imposter syndrome acts up LIKE A FUCKING BITCH

loving ur readers so so much

Strip Lawyer (m)

“Rules are for children.” - Joe Abercrombie

➺ Banner: The supremely talented @dnrequests 💛

➺ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

➺ Trope: Tutor!AU, Lawyer!AU

➺ Genre: Smut

➺ Rating: +18

➺ Word Count: 8.4k

➺ Summary: Years ago, as Jungkook’s tutor, you played a game – but not to completion. Today, he does the teaching. And he’s intent on reaching the finale.

➺ Warnings: dom!reader x sub!jk then dom!jk x sub!reader, strip poker but education, implied consent, little power imbalance, seggsual tension, restraints, oral sex (m&f receiving), grinding, jungkook is a tease as always, dirty talk, kissing, alcohol, boob play ehehe, fingering (f receiving), pussy slap, spitting, tearing clothes, biting, degradation, unprotected sex, jk cums on her ass, cum eating (kind of)

➺ Cross Posted: AO3

➺ Author’s Note: This was supposed to be @taegularities‘s birthday gift because she asked for Lawyer!AU - but in true Siya fashion, it went out of control. So… here you go LOL happy buttday to youuu, hope you enjoy ittt 💛💛 The biggest thanks to @jimilter because she is the reason I did not delete the draft, thank you so much for all your help in fixing this mess, love you so muuucchh 💛 Also huge huge huge thanks to @alpacaseoks​ for helping me with the flow and giving me pointers in a big chunk of the fic, I appreciate it so much! 💛 Disclaimer: I am not a law student in any way so please don’t expect any accuracy. Just enjoy the sex, I’m begging. Let me know what y’all think, and as always, thank you for being here! 

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ  

“You’re not serious.”

If only he knew. 

“So. Serious.” You emphasise your words with a slap on his shoulder, “I won’t have it on my honour that a student under my tutelage has been failing the same subject for two years.” You raise an eyebrow at the hunched figure ahead, and knock on the table to bring his attention up to you. 

“So you’ll just… Strip? Everytime I answer correctly?”

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two sentence horror story

Years ago, your best friend, Jimin, and you made a pact that if one of you were single by the age of 26 that the two of you would just marry the other.

masterlist | @darkuni63 @momnomnom @sweetempathprunetree

writer: lyse

word count: 2.095

warning: naive reader, manipulative jimin, dark themes, yandere tendencies, dacryphilia, masochism, unprotected sex, creampie, smut, oral (m receiving), blood, jealous reader, murder,

Years ago, your best friend, Jimin, and you made a pact that if you were single by the age of 26 that the two of you would just marry the other.

Jimin watches as his friend - you -  reads the words on the small card - the wedding invitation he has given her. He awaits your reaction - maybe a hurt one? A look of sadness and betrayal? Or would you be upset and scream at him?

“Please join us for the wedding of Park Jimin & Kim Ji-yeon.” your words are low and lack emotions - monotone like. 

Your mind is swirling with the new information. You push yourself away from the kitchen island you were leaning on.

Jimin had not told you that he was thinking of marrying Ji-yeon anytime soon. He had admitted that he was thinking of it - but it was hard to ever believe Jimin when he was balls deep inside of you.

You met Jimin back in your childhood. Your mother and his being close friends and it was bound that you and he would be just as close. Jimin was your first kiss - you weren’t his - and he was the first man who taught you about sex - even if you weren’t his.

In High school, you and he had made a pact. “If we’re both single by the time I’m 26 then I’m going to marry you.” Jimin laughed, and you had, as well. Jimin always had a partner by his side so you took it with a grain of salt.

At first.

But slowly, you realized that you wouldn’t allow yourself to be in a relationship. Your earlier relationships ended for a few reasons. Jimin knew no boundaries. If he wanted your attention, he demanded it. You called off many dates because Jimin decided that he wanted you to be in his presence and boyfriends didn’t appreciate it. 

JImin also didn’t like when you would think about giving yourself to another man - he told you countless times that all they wanted was to ruin you; take your body and use it for their pleasure before dropping you like you were nothing to them. 

You stopped yourself from dating a few years back when one boyfriend suggested that you choose between him and Jimin - and how could you ever not choose your best friend?

Sex with Jimin happened countless times - starting back your first time and you asked him about sex. You had a boyfriend who you were semi-curious about sex with and Jimin had told you that he would show you the in’s and out’s of sex. It was painful at first, but you were grateful that Jimin showed you - even if you never had the chance to experience it with any other boyfriends.

Jimin never halted his sexual adventures with you even when he himself was in a relationship. Time after time, he’d come to your home and you knew just what he wanted. It’s what you wanted, as well. He’d fuck you so deeply - passionately. He’d suck on a nipple as you rode him or slapped your ass while he fucked into you.

“When did you propose?” you asked Jimin who then flashes you a dazzling smile.

“Last Tuesday.” Jimin responds, and your eyebrow is raised. That was the same day he had canceled a date with Ji-yeon to have dinner with family and yours. His old bedroom brought back familiar memories - especially when he had you bent over his bed while he fucked inside of you, hand over your lips to prevent you from moaning too loudly. He wasted no time in proposing and making invitations.

You lower the invitation in your hands until it drops onto the floor. 

Jimin knits his brows, but he isn’t oblivious to your reaction. He understands that you’re hurt by his sudden actions - he hasn’t even expressed he wanted to marry Ji-yeon.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Your heart is pounding outside your chest. You’re unsure if you’re being dramatic or if your lungs are indeed collapsing. You cannot breathe, and you feel yourself grow stiff.

“Y/N?” Jimin’s voice appears to be far away - so far that it’s growing difficult to hear him. You’re trembling now. 

Are you cold?

Are you frightened?

No.

You were pissed.

Jimin places a hand upon your forearm. You’re brought back into reality. Jimin’s eyes are shining with concern.

Jimin groans when your hand connects with his cheek. He does not expect to feel it again - and again until your palms turn to closed fists.

You’re punching him uncontrollably. Your tears are hiding your vision and with each punch you’re grunting and hissing. 

“Y/N.” Jimin begins to block your punches, but he’s only human. He’s never seen you this upset before and now he’s unsure how to calm you. 

You resort to kicking when Jimin has both of your wrists in his hold. 

There wasn’t a reason for Jimin to marry someone else - not when you gave your body to him time and time again. You remained single for him and he wants to marry Ji-yeon - a woman that couldn’t pleasure him the way you could.

It didn’t make any sense.

Jimin didn’t want it to make sense to you - he enjoyed your reaction. In all honesty, he reveled in it. Was it sinister of him? Your tears are streaming down your face at such a rapid pace that it excites him - his cock especially. He understands that it’s wrong of him for wanting to hurt you (emotionally) but he cannot help it. You were such a naive woman now that allowed him to do any and everything to you - far too naive that he cannot imagine another man doing this to you.

You were lucky that it was him - someone who truly cared for you. Loved you.

“Y/N!” Jimin screams and now you’re limp with wide eyes. 

You blink a few times to unblur your vision.

You fall to your knees, hands tugging at Jimin’s jeans. His cock springs out when his underwear goes with it. He’s now holding the kitchen island for support when he feels your hands wrap around his cock.

You open your mouth to suck onto the tip of his cock. Your tongue twirls around it hungrily, hands pumping the length of his cock.

Jimin bites his lip and groans, eyes fluttering close while you slurp against his cock. You do so vigorously - determined to show Jimin that you were who he truly wanted and not Ji-yeon. You’ve learned to know how he wanted you to pleasure him - and not even when it came to sex. You enjoyed massaging Jimin after a long day of work while he talked about his day. You would have dinner ready for him - cooked an hour exactly before he was off so it’d be warm by the time he came home. 

“You’re always so good for me, Y/N.” Jimin flinches when the tip of his cock reaches the back of your throat. He hands his head back and releases a low chuckle before biting his lips. 

“Stand up.” Jimin hisses. “I want to cum in you.”

You did as you were told, kicking off your own jeans so that Jimin could enter you. You lean against the island while Jimin positions himself behind you. He shudders upon feeling how wet and sticky you were - you loved pleasuring him.

Jimin enters you hastily, your walls are tight and inviting. He’s thankful that you never allowed another man to take advantage of you. He grunts out a long moan, thrusting into you slowly, enjoying the sensation that it gave him. 

Your hands grip the sides of the island just when Jimin’s thrusts become faster and deeper. The entirety of both of his palms grip your ass - he loved to do this when he was fucking you from behind. He loved your ass in general and whenever he had the chance to have it in his hands, he would.

Your pussy clenches around his cock, your ass slapping aggressively against his abdomen. You loved Jimin and the way he pleasured you - always fucking into you so deeply that it always had you creaming around him. This is how it should be - you and him and just you and him. No other woman; no Ji-yeon.

Jimin leans down to your neck and sends a kiss on the nape of your neck. His thrusts are sloppy and he’s grunting and breathing heavy in your ear. His warm breath hits your neck and it sends goosebumps throughout your skin.

“I love you, Jimin.” you nearly shout. He’s thrusting into you so lovingly that you’re already coming undone. “I love you so much.”

You confessing your love to him wasn’t new - especially when it came to sex. But Jimin never got tired of hearing it. It made him feel bigger than what he truly was; more powerful. You gave him this power with your undying love and lack of judgment. You would always love him and he was selfish and reveled in this fact.

Jimin cums inside of you deeply, twitching as he falls on top of you. He doesn’t remove himself from inside of you until he’s fully soft.

You’re trembling, not bothering to move. You hear Jimin behind you getting dressed. You don’t bother to face him.

“I love you, too.” Jimin murmurs to you, and your heart feels whole.

“Y/N. Hello!”

Ji-yeon is a sweet woman. She’s petite with a blunt cut, dyed blond. Her eyes are small and brown and you recall Jimin gushing how her eyes resemble the galaxy - a revelation that hurts you upon hearing it. 

Ji-yeon invites you inside her home and even makes tea for the two of you. She speaks about Jimin and the proposal - flashing you her ring. It hurts your heart to see the large ring on her finger and just how happy Ji-yeon was.

You wanted to be happy for her - be happy with her.

But your heart wouldn’t allow you to. The ring Ji-yeon is wearing is the ring that belongs to you. You waited for Jimin for years, denied countless men who wanted you. 

Ji-yeon didn’t give her life away for Jimin. She didn’t deserve this life.

Ji-yeon lifts the cup of tea to her lips and she blows gently. The ring sparkles underneath the light in the small kitchen. 

Your hand squeezes your own teacup in your hands as you sip.

“I want you to be a part of the wedding, Y/N.” Ji-yeon says suddenly, and your eyes widen. “You and Jimin are like siblings.”

Siblings?

Ji-yeons words replay in your mind a thousand times over.

“At first I thought you and him were a couple.” Ji-yeon giggles lightly. “When we first met, I was so convinced!”

Your breathing hitched.

“Wherever you were, Jimin was and vice versa. How wrong I was.”

Ji-yeon stands, turning away to go towards the sink. She turns on the water and begins washing her tea cup.

“When Jimin asked me out, I was shocked to learn that he was single.” Ji-yeon continues. She rubs against the tea cup rigorously. “But he assured me that you were like a sister to him.”

Ji-yeon turns off the water once the cup is clean. “I’m glad he has someone like you in-” She turns around and yelps when something clashes along her face. She falls onto the ground, her hands barely able to catch her.

Years ago, your best friend, Jimin, and you made a pact that if one of you were single by the age of 26 that the two of you would just marry the other.

Jimin stares in horror as you stand over his fiance’s bloodied body, holding the largest knife he’s ever seen.

You don't notice Jimin behind you, but Jimin's eyes watches closely as you drop the knife onto the ground besides Ji-yeon. It rattles off of the ground and you kneel besides her, snatching the ring off of Ji-yeons fingers.

"Y/N."

You jump at the sound of your name. Your eyes are wide when you turn to see Jimin, and now you're crying. Tears are flowing down your cheeks rapidly and you're on your knees begging for his forgiveness - but Jimin was not upset.

As sad as it sound - his wife dead and bloodied on the ground a few feet away - he could never be upset for how far your love had gone. He had pushed you to this point; the point of no return. His heart flutters with the thought of you killing for his love - and Jimin could never love you any less now.

JK | The Wolf Within You

word count: 2.2k

Summary: Arranged marriages always seemed to be so boring on the outside. A treaty pairing the two wolf clans together was the only reason you and Jungkook got married in the first place. But once you saw the little omega shy away from you, holding onto his sleeves for dear life, you knew your marriage was going to be anything but boring.

Paring: Omega!Jungkook x Alpha!Reader

Genre: supernatural!au, arranged marriage!au, smut, some fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: dom!reader, sub!jk, pwp, vaginal sex, oral sex (m), oversensitivity, orgasm denial, reader is a little minx, repeated orgasms, bondage, jealousy, use of the word “slut” once, pain!kink, humiliation!kink, marking!kink, biting, hickeys, blood, praises, begging

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Standing above your dear husband sends a thrill through you. Him clawing at his retrains, cock hard and free but with no way to relieve himself. It’a a beautiful sight. And he is beautiful with all your past markings upon his skin, the ones you carved out with your teeth and claws to remind him who he belongs too.

If anyone were to tell you a year ago you would enjoy being married, you would have laughed in their faces. You only got married because it was your duty as the head alphas daughter to marry an omega from another clan. You remember screaming, pleading with your father not to marry you off to some random omega. Men always - even omegas - found a way to use you.

Vanilla sex wasn’t your thing, and you often found yourself in the bed of omegas that felt the same. But you knew not every person, especially other wolves, were like that. They saw a young female like you and wanted to claim you, defile you, ruin you and make you their submissive.

You wanted none of that, and thinking that would be your life if you were forced to marry made your blood boil with hate. It wasn’t until you actually met the omega, that your whole outlook on the idea changed.

Jeon Jungkook, your husbands name is. A virgin at the time, and one that was shyer then a bunny being cornered by a bigger animal. Seeing him, you happily gave your vows, and on the night of your wedding you taught him just how wonderful your life together was going to be. Exactly how it is now.

Him underneath you, looking like the bunny you referenced earlier, and you the big bad wolf stalking to eat him up. You lick your lips, excitement coursing through you as you think of all the ways you’ll be mating your husband tonight.

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