Waiting For, M | Jjk, Myg

waiting for, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, ft. jungkook

summary: Jeon Jungkook is paying for erotic photos and he is going to jack off to them. Nothing wrong with that, right? Ah, yeah, except, well... he paid for them because he knew the one featured was none other than Min Yoongi's very own girlfriend, who he wanted to fuck very... very much. Probably too much. Shit.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (yg/you); if it isn't obvious already, sex work involving erotic photography; wild OT7 karaoke scene lol; a whole lotta guilt; smut (fem reader, descriptions of erotic photos with BDSM themes, m-masturbation, phone sex, f-receiving oral); non-idol!AU - (secret) sex worker!reader x music producer!Yoongi ft video editor and photographer!Jungkook and far too friendly?Park Jimin (he always sneaks he way in here, idk how, oop); Jungkook's POV

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now playing – waiting for by taemin

He was finally alone.

Only now could he breathe.

Jeon Jungkook was on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He knew what he was going to do, but it still felt wrong. It felt wrong being naked on his bed, sheets soft against his skin, illuminated by nothing but his phone screen. The harsh light reflected off his toned chest and his inked right arm as Jungkook held his phone up with his left. He was clutching his phone too hard; he could see that his knuckles were white even in the low light.

He exhaled, pushing the air out of his lungs as he relaxed his grip.

His eyes flickered to the time. Almost. Two minutes.

Part of him felt guilty, even if it wasn’t that guilty of an act. Because it wasn’t, really. It was a service being provided; he wasn’t stealing. He paid for it, just like the others. But still. Part of him felt guilty.

The other part was horny as fuck.

He saw the notification pop up. Hand delivered to his account inbox. It made Jungkook feel special, even if he wasn’t. Every other customer who paid for this tier got the same rewards. It disturbed him a little how his finger didn’t shake anymore when he pressed the ‘open me’ button.

From: _thehornedsin.

In an instant, he was breathless.

The first thing he noticed was her lips. Painted a glossy dark red, perfectly shaped. Slightly parted, with her little pink tongue sticking out. The second thing he noticed was the curve of her chin, nestled above the leather collar with a huge metal padlock. The third thing was the blindfold, black lace layered over lush maroon velvet. And the fourth thing was the horns.

That’s right, the curved, black ram’s horns draped with black lace.

It was a close up shot of her shoulders and face, with the focus on her damn lips. Her absolutely plush, perfectly fuckable lips that demanded to have a cock shoved into them.

Jungkook hated that he thought that, but he did.

She had a few different variations of ram’s horns, but he admired the black the most because they looked almost real, like they were part of her head. It was part of her signature, a striking feature in every picture, along with the blindfold.

She always wore a blindfold.

He flipped through the pictures, slowly, admiring every detail. She was laid across an extravagant red velvet couch, draped in long black lace robes. A single leg stuck out, covered in a sheer black thigh-high stocking and an elegant black pump. With each picture, the layers of lace robe lowered, down her shoulders, her arms. Shots of her bare back, no bra. The top of the garter belt, the curve of her ass.

A whole goddamn story, packed in those pictures he now had on his phone.

His right hand slid down his side, creeping down his abs. He gasped as his fingertips brushed his cock, already hard, staring at a perfect photo of her back view, knees on the couch, hands on her ass and spreading her cheeks. Still wearing the heels and the fucking sheer thigh-highs. His hand grasped his cock. Jungkook swiped again.

Holy fuck.

Front view now, tongue between her teeth, legs crossed, her perfect fingers elegantly poised, framing those flawless tits. Nails painted red with black crystals, matching the entire vibe of the photoshoot. Pointing straight to her nipples, large and hard. Jungkook let himself pump now, slow, breathing already shallow. Swipe. Legs open, nails sinking into her juicy thighs, pussy glistening with her chest jutting out. He fucking zoomed in. He zoomed in and moaned softly, seeing that beautiful wet opening. His right hand went faster, harder. Swipe. She was holding fucking wooden clothespins, back arched against the couch, one leg leaning against the back and the other lazily trailing the floor.

Swipe.

His hand was moving of his own accord now. Jungkook was getting to the end of the pictures and of himself. The clothespins were on her nipples. He whined, seeing her poor nipples pinched, her mouth open, tongue licking her lips. Fuck, it was like he was there. Fuck, it was like he had been waiting just for this. Swipe. The next, one hand between her legs, the other pushing her tits together, nipples red from being constrained. His hand was moving so fast, cock throbbing, nearing release, breathing so hard that he was winding himself.

Swipe.

Head thrown back, leather collar with the heavy padlock right between her collarbones, tits sticking straight up, clothespins in the damn air, three fingers shoved into her tight pussy, already dripping and soaked. Jungkook could even see splatters of her juices on her inner thighs, shiny and slick thanks to the lighting.

He came.

Jungkook fucking exploded, moaning and gasping, his cock jerking in his hand as white spurts of semen shot out, all over his hand, his thighs, his bedsheets. He hadn’t expected to cum that fast or that hard, but he hadn’t expected the damn picture either. He gritted his teeth, squeezing his cock tight, as if it wasn’t his hand, as if he was inside that pussy he was staring at right now. Swipe. The last one. Her smug smirk, hand up, shiny fingers spread and covered in her orgasm. Pink tongue sticking out, licking her middle fingertip.

His eyelids fluttered, rolling back into his head as he opened his hand and spread his orgasm all over the head of his cock, aggravating the sensitivity and heightening the pleasure, torturing himself.

Once again, for another month, he came to the erotic photos of _thehornedsin. The photos he paid for, along with a few hundred other patrons. The photos of someone he knew, someone he would see tomorrow in person, someone who he shouldn’t be in love with, but was. And he was guilty, guilty because he was in love with her and was too ridiculously happy when he was told that she was low-key a sex worker.

Min Yoongi’s girlfriend.

-

“Did you know Yoongi-hyung’s girl has a sexy Twitter?”

At the time, he had no idea this question would change his life.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, already three pieces deep in barbequed beef bulgogi. His mouth was completely filled and he chewed noisily, giving his friend Park Jimin a strange look. Jimin was on his phone, swiping with the hand that was holding his chopsticks.

“Let me bring it up,” Jimin was saying.

Jungkook swallowed, throat stretching too far. He coughed, taking a long sip of his beer. “There’s no way she has a sexy Twitter,” he chuckled. “Hyung would never let that happen. You know how possessive he is.”

Jimin waved his chopsticks dismissively. “Here.” And he turned his phone around.

Twitter profile for _thehornedsin. Pictures of woman wearing fake ram’s horns and a blindfold, strangely eerie and elegant, in beautiful lingerie. All hot. All sexy as fuck. Jungkook was already getting hard and these were only racy photos.

“Pfft, how is that hyung’s girlfriend?” he snorted, mentally noting the username because if that woman was single, he was definitely going to send a DM her way.

“Because,” Jimin continued, turning the phone back to himself to scroll upwards. “There are Yoongi-hyung’s hands.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. Large male hands pressed against the woman’s soft breasts, their heads out of frame, a silver necklace draped right in her cleavage. He recognized the rings Yoongi usually wore, the silver bracelets. There was even that black beaded bracelet Jung Hoseok had made for Yoongi a while back.

“They… they can’t be…” Jungkook sputtered.

Jimin grinned. “It is. I asked already.”

“You what?” Jungkook felt his ears burn. “You pervert!”

Jimin laughed, tucking his phone away and cheerfully grabbing some meat off the grill. “It’s a public Twitter. I only confirmed my suspicions.”

Jungkook began to stuff his face distractedly, trying to not think about how hard he was getting now that he knew this information. “How did you even find it?”

“I follow a lot of sexy Twitters. And pay for their email subscriptions if they have them.”

Jungkook choked. “You do what?”

“I pay for erotic photos,” Jimin stated calmly. “You know, support the artist.”

“Artist,” Jungkook echoed hauntingly.

Jimin narrowed his eyes. “Yes, artist. Because they are real people and they work hard to take good pictures to help good human beings like me get off.”

Jungkook mouthed the words good human beings and Jimin scowled at him, popping a piece of grilled beef in his plump lips.

“How many times have you just looked up pics or videos and jacked off?” Jimin accused. “You don’t need to answer, because I already know the answer is, a lot. Tons of people don’t want to pay for porn. That’s fine. But I do, because there are people who work hard and do cool shit and I want to support that.”

“Weren’t you seeing someone?” Jungkook interrupted.

Jimin shrugged. “I was. We looked at them together when we were dating.”

“You… looked at Yoongi-hyung’s girlfriend’s sexy pics… with another woman?” Jungkook blinked, disbelieving.

“Yeah, I did. She liked them too.”

His mind was blown.

“She thought the horns were cool. Me too.”

They were kind of weird, but the more Jungkook thought about it, the more he kind of liked it too. A fun play on words with them being ram’s horns and all. They gave her a dark vibe.

“What’s with the blindfold?”

“Well, obviously so her identity isn’t that easy to figure out. And it’s hot.”

It was. Jungkook’s dick was throbbing thinking about it.

“She had a paid subscription, with nude photos.”

Jungkook’s eyes bulged. “She has what?”

Jimin gave him a pitiful look. “Nude photos. Because she is a sex worker. Jungkook, are you an adult or what?”

His jaw flapped trying to form a sentence. “W-Well, I’m not trying to look up erotic photos on Twitter usually! I follow gaming stuff.”

Jimin shook his head. “Poor Jungkookie. So innocent to the world.”

There was a short silence of Jimin chewing and sipping beer.

“Do you… pay for her subscription?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Of course.”

Jungkook gave him a very pointed, eager look.

Jimin smirked. “Pay for it yourself. Support your friends.”

-

The subscription wasn’t very expensive. Jungkook paid for it the second when he got home, gaining immediate access to a few of the most popular sets.

He never jacked off so many times in one night.

For a bit more money, he could gain access to all of her photo sets.

So, he paid for that too and, over the course of a week, nearly lost his dick with how many times he masturbated. He should have made it last longer. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t because for the two years Yoongi and his girlfriend had been dating, Jungkook had thirsted over that ass and those thighs. For two years, he had been staring at her tits, wondering what they looked like. For two years, he had been admiring the way her lips pressed into Yoongi’s, wondering what that kiss felt like.

And to find out he could get her sexy as fuck nudes for a fee?

Fuck yeah, he paid for them.

She posted a new set once a month. The lowest tier got the non-nude erotic photos, the middle tier got those and the nude ones, and the highest tier got all the photos, including teasers and a few nudes during the month. Casual, in bed ones. Some with Yoongi’s hands doing various things to her. Things Jungkook wanted to do, like playing with her nipples, fingering her, and shoving toys in her holes.

He wanted more.

But then again, he always had.

-

Seeing her snuggled up to Min Yoongi’s side at the karaoke room was torture.

Torture because he wanted to be Yoongi and torture because he wanted to be the fucking chair under her ass. She was wearing a red plaid dress with Yoongi’s hoodie over it and black thigh-high socks. They were laughing at Kim Seokjin’s drunken high notes, taking shots together. Her cheeks were pink and pressed against Yoongi’s flushed face. His hyung was always more lovey-dovey when he was tipsy. Surprisingly, she was always quite calm, as if she wasn’t drunk at all.

Yoongi nuzzled her neck and kissed it.

Jungkook fumed, eyes fixated on the dirty floor because he couldn’t bear to look.

Park Jimin planted himself next to him, holding the karaoke iPad.

“Whatchu wanna sing?” he said, grinning, pink cheeks glowing.

Jungkook struggled to sound neutral. “Er… I dunno. I don’t like singing.”

Jimin nudged him. “Yes, you do. You love singing. And she loves your voice.”

“Jimin…”

Jimin loved poking the bear. The bear being Jungkook’s infatuation with Yoongi’s girlfriend.

“They’re looking for a photographer,” he said suddenly.

Jungkook swallowed air far too fast, coughing. “What do you mean?”

Jimin tipped his chin to Yoongi and his girlfriend, who were now egging on Seokjin, adding backing vocals to all his words. It actually made Jungkook smile, because the two of them looked cute as shit. Would be a lot easier if he just straight up despised seeing them together, but, alas, life fucked him up good.

“Taehyung can’t do it anymore. He’s moving to the city in a couple weeks ‘cause of his job.”

“Taehyung is their photographer?” Jungkook whispered shrilly, making Jimin jump.

“Yeah… didn’t I tell you?” Jimin said, squinting. “No?”

Jungkook’s giant eyeballs told Jimin, no, he did not tell him. He snapped his head to Kim Taehyung, who was beside Seokjin, waving Jung Hoseok’s arms around in attempt to add backup dancing to this nonsense. Kim Namjoon was beside them, just straight up yelling, because… well there really wasn’t a reason other than being tipsy. Namjoon cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted particularly loudly, only to jerk back and look at his hands, as if he was confused why he did that.

Okay, maybe Namjoon was actually drunk.

“Taehyung has seen her naked?” Jungkook hissed.

“I mean… you have too.”

“Yeah, but not naked in real life!”

“The pictures are real life?” Jimin said, confused.

Jungkook smacked him in the arm. “You know what I mean!”

Now he was actually furious. Furious that Jimin hadn’t told him, furious that Taehyung hadn’t said anything (not that he would, because that wouldn’t make sense, but Jungkook didn’t care), furious that Yoongi and her looked so fucking cute so he didn’t even want to try and break them up because, fuck, look at them jumping up and down and hugging each other as Seokjin scored a ninety-five.

Fuck!

Jimin got up and suggested another song, tapping the iPad as Namjoon and Hoseok grabbed the mics. Oh, dear. It was going to get loud.

Normally, Jungkook would be singing like crazy too, but he was feeling too many emotions and it was taking everything in him to smile and pretend like he was fine. He exhaled and looked up, trying to enjoy Namjoon shrieking on the top of his lungs as Hoseok attempted the high notes – it was chaotic to say the least.

When he was finally feeling some sense of calm, he sensed a presence next to him.

Oh.

No.

“You aren’t going to sing?”

He turned his head mechanically to see Yoongi’s girlfriend tilting her head at him. Staring at her red lips, the lips he had seen yesterday licking her own cum off her hands. Yoongi’s arm snaked around her waist, hand splayed over her stomach. He didn’t look at Jungkook, cheering on Hoseok instead, hyping him up.

He coughed. “Ah, I don’t know. I have a sore throat.”

She smiled apologetically. “Me too.” Then she smirked. “But probably for a different reason than you.”

Jungkook’s cock woke up suddenly, fighting his jeans.

“Ahaha…”

“Oh, sorry,” she said quickly. “I forgot you don’t like dirty jokes.”

No, that’s not quite it. “Ah… It’s okay.”

He spied Yoongi’s fingers digging into the hoodie. He was listening, all right.

“Jungkook,” she continued, unaware that her saying his name so innocently was making his dick leak an embarrassing amount of pre-cum into his pants. “You still work at that music company, right? Directing and editing videos?”

Jungkook blinked slowly, trying to be calm. She wasn’t even that close. But he could still see how her thighs spread out on the chair when she was sitting down, lightly constricted by her thigh-highs.

“Yeah. I do more editing than directing though. I was only assistant director a couple times.”

“Hmm,” she hummed thoughtfully. “You’re pretty good with a camera, huh?”

His heartbeat accelerated rapidly. “A-Ah… I wouldn’t say that.”

Yoongi’s hand was sliding up. Up. Up to her breasts, cupping one in his hand over the thick fabric. She turned her head, kissing Yoongi on the cheek.

“Going to the bathroom, my love,” she murmured to his skin before standing up and walking out of the loud room. Now Jimin and Taehyung were doing a soulful duet, swaying together as Namjoon pretended to wail. Hoseok and Seokjin where adding background vocals (read: heckling on the top of their lungs) in between chugs of beer.

This left Jungkook and Yoongi sitting in the corner.

Yoongi seemed to be tired from shouting. He was leaning against the chair, wrapped in his black parka and dark blue jeans. Cool and calm, round cheeks flushed.

Jungkook swallowed. He felt the tension. He didn’t know why, because Yoongi obviously knew people got off to his girlfriend’s suggestive pictures. He was part of them, after all. And his hyung must know that Jimin purchased nudes, but their friendship dynamic never changed. In fact, Jimin was quite close to Yoongi (in height too, but Jimin was still shorter), and Jungkook had never seen them act strangely around each other.

He chewed on his lip. He knew it was him. He knew he was the one making it weird. Yoongi was just sitting there, nearly asleep. Harmless.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Special mini photoset for highest tier members, arriving at 00:00. love, Sin from _thehornedsin

Jungkook made sure he was home by midnight.

And was greeted by the biggest surprise of his life.

-

“Park Jimin!”

It was the next day, and Jungkook was shouting at his phone, in a video call.

The older male rolled over in his bed and rubbed his eyes, black hair rumpled and messy. “Why are you yelling?” he mumbled sleepily, voice hoarse from singing his lungs out last night. “And why the video call?” He was definitely a little hung over. Maybe more than a little.

“So I can see your face as you try to explain to me why you were in Sin’s special mini photoset that was released last night,” Jungkook growled viciously.

The phone dropped suddenly, showing only video feed of Jimin’s white sheets.

“Erm… that couldn’t be me, haha…” Jimin muttered, hastily picking up the phone.

“I recognize your tiny pinkies anywhere.”

Jimin glared at him, turning his eyes into lines. “That’s insulting.”

Jungkook made a noise like a snarling bear.

Jimin winced. “Er, okay, yeah. It was me.” He got up from the bed, stretching. “They just wanted another pair of hands to add to the spooky factor. Yoongi can’t grow another set of hands.”

Jungkook wanted to throw his phone across the room, march to Jimin’s apartment, and strangle him.

Another pair of hands? The whole set had been those four hands all over her body, crawling over her front-tie blue silk teddy, undoing the strings, taking off her matching bra and panties, touching everything. Everything. Her neck, her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her legs, her fucking pussy, all edited perfectly so it was only arms and hands all over her horned, blindfolded, sinful body.

And Jungkook jacked off to it, because yes, it was sexy as fuck, but he wasn’t happy about it.

“And why,” he growled, “Would you not tell me?”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, yawning. “Why should I? It was strictly professional. I got paid and everything.”

He got paid to touch Yoongi’s woman?

Jimin seemed to realize that was the wrong answer and that Jungkook was slowly frothing at the mouth.

“I didn’t say anything,” he added quickly. “Because I knew you would be jealous and overact like you’re overreacting right now.”

“I’m not…” Jungkook snapped his toothbrush in half as he attempted to brush his teeth. “Overreacting.”

Jimin shook his head. “You need help. You should not be this angry. She is not your girlfriend. You do not own her. Yoongi doesn’t even own her. She is her own person and you need to understand that.”

Suddenly all the rage seemed to be sucked out of him. Jimin was right. He should not be this angry or angry at all. Jungkook suddenly felt very, very guilty and ashamed.

He ended the call without saying goodbye.

-

For two whole weeks, Jungkook didn't look at her pictures.

Every time he wanted to, he told himself he couldn't. Every time he ever so much thought about it, he scolded himself. He used to look at them at least once a day, jack off to them at least two to three times a week. But now he told himself he couldn't.

Now, the only time Jungkook allowed himself visit her was in his dreams. If she appeared, he rejoiced, and if she didn’t, he would have a restless night chasing a shadow. He was aware of how messed up this was, but at this point he was a slave to his dreams.

Jimin didn't take his outburst personally. He even called back later, asking if he was okay. Asking if he wanted to go out to eat or something. But Jungkook refused, telling him in a monotone voice that he was fine.

At the end of a week, Kim Seokjin asked to stop by. He was in the area and wanted to chat for a bit. At first, Jungkook wanted to say no, but he relented. Seokjin was the oldest, after all. Also, he never took no for an answer.

Seokjin popped up with bags of gummies and banana milk. Asked to use the bathroom. They talked about game updates and new releases. The new sci-fi RPG that was coming out in a couple days.

"What happened to your toothbrush?" Seokjin came out of the bathroom, laughing as he held up half of a toothbrush. The half with the brush head.

Jungkook's eyes shifted. "I broke it. Still works though, so I was just going to keep using it."

Seokjin's laugh became squeakier as Jungkook tried to hide his conflicted expression. "Hyung will buy you a new one."

Truth was, Jungkook kept it so he could remind himself every day that he was an asshole.

-

Not masturbating made Jungkook crabby.

He found himself with little patience and constantly annoyed, although he tried to not let it show. Every day, he felt his resolve dying a little. Every night, he dreamed, waking up with a fucking telephone pole in his pants and not letting himself finish, as if he dealing some weird self-punishment for his jealous actions.

In short, Jungkook had put himself in horny jail.

He was sitting in his gaming chair, shirtless, playing Valorant. Even if he wasn't as invested in it as Overwatch, he was still very competitive. He wanted to be good at everything. Or he wanted to distract himself from his actual problems. Probably both.

Ah, his team lost.

He ran a hand through his long hair, fluffy and curled from being unbrushed and slept on. Annoyed, he scooted his chair away from the computer, ignoring his queue requests. Picked up his phone and then remembered he couldn't. Maybe he would go work out or something. Tire himself out.

His phone rang.

Jungkook's phone was almost always on silent. He had memorized the times the important notifications came. His friends, well. They could wait on him and his lack of response. He eyed his phone, knowing it was ringing because the screen was flashing at him. The only reason he picked it up and pressed the green call button was because of the name.

Min Yoongi.

Yoongi was almost as mute as Jungkook was when it came to communication, either in the group chat or phone calls. The only reason Yoongi was active was when it was necessary to collect the other six brain cells of the group. They had a tendency to lose focus of what the point was, such as getting lost on road trips and arguing about where to eat.

Jungkook had a feeling Yoongi did not want to talk about something that involved their friend group.

His stomach churned nervously as he brought his phone to his ear.

"... Hyung?"

"Jungkook!"

Breathless, beautiful, and not Yoongi's voice at all. His heart went to his throat. Guilt made him break out in sweat. He breathed her name into the mic, forgetting the honorific, biting his lip.

In his dreams, he didn’t use the honorific, because she was already his.

"Why... are you in hyung’s phone?"

"Ah, I don't have your number," she replied. "Yoongi said to use his, since you'll answer him."

Well, yeah. Because Yoongi never called unless someone was dying or something equal to that.

"What's wrong?" He moved his phone to his left hand, wiping his sweaty palm on his sweatpants.

"Nothing." A wispy chuckle, almost like Yoongi's. "Nothing's wrong, Jungkook."

The inflection on his name made him gulp. Almost teasing. His right hand slid to his inner thigh.

"How's work?" she asked, making small talk calmly and without a lick of nervousness.

His fingers bunched in the thick gray fabric of his pants, trying to stop his palms sweating. "It's okay. Stressful sometimes. Deadlines and stuff," he mumbled.

"I'm sorry about that." Her tone became apologetic, soft. "I called to ask you a question."

"What is it?"

"Do you..." Barely the hint of a gasp at her words. "Know anything about professional photography?"

Jungkook's eyes widened. Was she asking...? His hand slid under the waistband of his sweatpants. He inhaled sharply as his fingertips touched his stiff cock, ignored for far too long, brushing against his hot, taut skin.

"I..."

"I'm asking," she interrupted, voice as smooth as thick honey. Or butter, even. "Because you've been a longtime follower, busanboy97."

His breathing hitched at his username.

Jungkook did not, however, stop touching himself

"I... I'm sorry..."

She exhaled like a push of smoke straight into his ears. Jungkook moaned. He couldn't help it. He grasped his cock and shoved his pants down, panting into his phone, praying Yoongi couldn't hear him.

"Why are you sorry?" she murmured soothingly. "I send those pictures to you, so you can see them, Jungkook."

And then he heard it. Wet skin being teased, played with. His hand was already moving up and down, lower lip caught in his teeth, moaning low in his throat, desire and want and guilt.

"Are you touching yourself?" she asked, sweet and alluring.

He whimpered an affirmation. "I'm sorry, I can't help it," he rambled, pushing his head back in his gaming chair, rocking his hips into his hand. "I'm so sorry, noona, I know you're Yoongi-hyung's, I don't want to break you guys up, I'm sorry, but I want you, I want you, I want you.” His voice thinned into a whine as his hand massaged his rock-hard cock. It felt so good. It felt so sinfully good, touching himself with her voice in his ear. “I'm so sorry..."

"Shhh..."

She shushed him. Her shallow breathing became needy. The wet sounds in his ear became louder, noisier. Something being slid in and out. Jungkook closed his eyes, imagining her body he had seen so many times before, legs spread open, fingers buried deep into her soaking core, mouth open. Wishing it could be his hands on her curves, wishing he could replace her hand with his cock, wishing he could be the reason she was moaning. He knew it was wrong, but how could it be wrong if she was right here, right here in his ear, whispering his name, nudging him to keep going. There was a sucking sound and a shuddering moan left her lips.

And then he heard a low, familiar hum.

A hum that wasn’t hers.

Jungkook swallowed tightly.

“Hyung…?”

And then he realized that the sounds he was hearing was a mouth on her clit, sucking and licking as she hissed in pleasure. For some reason, his hand wasn’t stopping. It kept going, gripping tighter, pre-cum leaking down his fingers. A loud sucking noise and she cried out in his ear. He heard wood snapping against the floor, the sharp sound of a chair scraping.

“Lower the phone,” Jungkook whispered. His voice surprised him, deep and commanding. “Put the phone next to his mouth.”

He was in no place to give orders, but he just had to, hearing the desperation in her moans as she chased her orgasm.

“Heh.”

She chuckled at him.

And then the sounds became louder, more intense. He could hear it all, Yoongi’s tongue in her folds, drinking her juices, her clit being assaulted by the deft work of an expert mouth, paired with her whimpers of lust as she climbed to her peak.

“Fuck.” He was nearing his end too, cock throbbing in his hand, the head a dark red, stroking himself even faster. “That’s so fucking hot.”

The phone was lifted back to her heavy breaths, chucking softly. “Promise you’ll come over and take pictures of me, Jungkook?”

“I promise, fuck yes.”

“Then cum with me, hm?” Her words were a spell, enchanting him closer and closer to his orgasm. “Cum all over those sexy hands of yours, onto those beautiful thighs. Drip onto the floor, be messy for noona.”

He whined, squeezing his eyes shut, seeing her pretty face above him, ram’s horns framing her head and hair, eyes on him, watching him. Her name floating off his tongue, no honorifics, dreaming she was his, growling into the mic.

“A-Ah, I wish you were here, watching…” he murmured. “Gonna cum for you.”

Her moans hiked. Sounds more uninhibited now, dirtier, yearning.

“J-Jungkook, come on… So close, so, close…”

He imagined her hand tangled in Yoongi’s hair, her hips humping his face.

“Cum for me, right now.”

“Mmm, Jungkook!”

His name punctuated by his own groan as he came with so much force that it actually shot out and hit the floor in long white streaks, soaking into his sweatpants and dribbling onto his hand. He heard her whimper, chair creaking as her hips squirmed, her orgasm being sucked out of her pussy. He heard a satisfied sigh, the soft kisses up her chest, the possessive whisper of her name.

“Yoongi…” she panted.

Jungkook’s chest was heaving, entire body racked with the aftershocks of his pent-up orgasm and shivering with fear as he heard his hyung’s rasp assault his ear.

“Don’t break your promise,” Yoongi snarled.

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Down the Rabbit Hole | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (Harper)

Wordcount: 9.1k

Genre: smut, bdsm!au, coworkers!au

Rating: 18+ Minors, please do not read or interact.

Synopsis: Harper is proud of being an esteemed professional and recruiter in the field she works, however her roles comes with many responsibilities she would be happy to set aside just once. When her friend Daisy accompanies her to a risqué soirée at The Rabbit Hole, she’s willing to stop teaching and start learning. But she didn’t expect for her trainer to be someone she know so well.

Warnings: coworkers getting a bit too spicy with each other, discussion of bdsm themes (suspension play, hardcore pet play, latex fetish, knife play and caging genitalia are mentioned as hard limits), negotiation of a bdsm scene, soft(ish) dom!Yoongi (Sir), sub!reader, praise kink, restraint (sub must keep her hands on the headboard), disobedience and punishment (overstimulation), making out, blindfolding, breast worship, breast slapping, safe wording from overstimulation, unprotected oral sex (female receiving), protected vaginal sex, cock ring, sensory overload, cock warming.

Thanking @joheunsaram and @nervous-moon for all the feedback, the beta reading and the making my life a better, easier experience. I love you 💖

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Enjoy ✨💜 (Lemme know in the comments who you’re dying to read 😉✨)

Life can be stressful. Being the manager of an entire department was stressful.

What was even more stressful was how often you had to train new personnel, people rushing in and out of your office all the time, and working extra hours to fit in all the work you couldn’t do while tutoring and consulting had ran you down.

You needed a distraction. Something fun. Something unusual.

You needed to stop caring and start having fun.

That’s where Daisy came into play.

She was bright, lively. She knew what having fun means, unlike you. All work and no play, blah blah…

You had earned a night of reckless, unconventional, unreasonable debauchery and The Rabbit Hole was precisely that. A place of altered morals, a suspension of normality.

“We’re almost there,” Daisy chirped, looking around. Her Toyota was small, and you could barely fit your legs in the tiny car. “It’s over… There!” She pressed down her foot on the gas, barely perceivable, but quite confirmed by the excitement in her voice. “You’re gonna love it.”

You tensed your lips in a thin line, hoping that you weren’t getting yourself into something too big for your likings. “This place looks scary.”

The manor looked like an historical palace on the outside, artistically lit, a few people walking down the path leading from the parking spot to the entry door. Lanterns floated on the pond under the path, and some more hung from the trees. The atmosphere was inviting, seducing. If the goal was setting a sultry, classy mood, it had definitely worked.

“It’s just the vibe. You’ll love it.” Daisy parked her mouse of a car in an exceedingly large spot, both of you getting out comfortably. “You’re not used to pretty things. You’re too pragmatic for those. But you can enjoy them every now and then, you know?” She fixed her pixie cut and her dress. You felt awkward in your silk blouse and trousers, but at least you were wearing heels. Daisy instead – quite matching her nickname – was dressed in flowers, the skirt hitting just above her knee. And the green flats seemed to look extremely comfortable – other than complimenting her charms.

You didn’t know how she had ended up in a club like this, you were simply grateful of her knowing about it and being your sponsor for the night. You wouldn’t be able to access unless someone vouched for you. “Are you nervous?” she asked, her voice fairy-like.

“Just a bit,” you conceded.

She led the way as she chuckled. “We all are, at the beginning. It gets better once the mood settles in. My first time I ran out of the front door covering my eyes.”

You almost laughed. Almost being the key word.

The security guard at the entrance checked your and Daisy’s identity card. “You know it’s just procedure, miss,” he said, looking at your friend.

“Don’t worry, Minho. I know the drill. Wish you a smooth shift.” Daisy moved ahead and you followed her, bowing your head to the bulky man.

Inside there were several types of people already. Men. Women. Actually, more women than men, you could notice. “I’m vouching for you. It means that if you break the rules, we both get kicked out. Permanently.” Daisy’s stare was particularly poignant. “Don’t get me kicked out.”

You nodded. “I promise.”

“Once you hand in your papers, you will get a blue stamp on your hand. It means you’re a first-timer. The person you’ll be matched with will be prone to teaching you the Rabbit’s etiquette, don’t worry. Teachers are specifically trained and selected. They’re few, so you might have to wait a little until things get sorted out. Most of the times, teachers outnumber newbies, but not always. Let’s get to the papers.”

The idea of being trained instead of training someone yourself seemed to be an interesting switch. You could really use that. At a large table, you were given a pen and a set of sheets.

“This is your comprehensive paper. You will find questions about yourself and the ideal partner you would like to match with.” Daisy started writing quickly. “Everyone needs to fill it in, no matter how many times they’ve come. Boundaries and kinks evolve, so they prefer staying updated.”

The first sheet was easy. It mostly requested personal information and general health questions. Next, of course, a non-disclosure agreement. The third sheet, however, started getting trickier. “What does suspension play entail, exactly?”

“Tied up and lifted off the ground,” Daisy replied with quick efficiency.

You ticked the ‘no’ box and moved on. As you did with the question about cages and slurping food from a bowl. And the one about latex wear. And the one about knife play. And the one about the idea of caging someone’s genitalia.

Five sheets later, you were done, Daisy patiently waiting for you. You handed in the papers together and received a blue stamp on your right hand, – just as Daisy had anticipated – a Chinese character spelling ‘beginner’. Meanwhile, on Daisy’s hand, a bright green spelled ‘teacher’.

“Oh.” You blinked rapidly. “Does that mean that we could get paired up?”

“No. I specified in my paper that I prefer male partners.” She shrugged. “And only people I’ve already worked with. The fact that I’m a teacher doesn’t mean that I teach only first timers. Sometimes I take intermediate members into stuff they’re not skilled at.”

That seemed interesting. Through the night, you made small talk, meeting new people, listening, mostly. You used your words in few circumstances, sharing work experiences and nuisances from everyday life.

And then the jazz music playing in the courtyard stopped, a silver bell echoing through the silence.

It was some sort of signal.

Teachers were called out of the central courtyard, venturing into the rooms. Another category – unnamed – came next. It was like they already knew, group after group leaving towards the main corridor. Only you and a couple more people were left. A member of staff – you assumed – came to you. “The newbies last. You’ll be given room numbers, and inside you’ll find your match. You have the right to refuse to continue if you find your partner unsuitable, however I suggest you don’t base yourself on looks and negotiate in terms of limits and kinks. If we matched you, there’s a reason. Quite surely more than one.”

You signalled you understood, as did the tall, muscular man at your side. As did a lithe, fashionable man across the small crescent you had formed around the staff member. Two women beside you were the first to receive their notes, heading towards the corridor and taking opposite directions. Next was you.

“Number seven, miss.” You didn’t know what it meant except you were headed there. You reached the corridor and noticed a sign, ‘rooms 1-10’.

Room Seven was a few metres ahead.

You lingered at the doorstep, staring at the dark wood before taking a deep breath and knocking.

“Come in.”

You felt tense, almost too weak to lower the handle. And once you did and took a step in.

Oh Lord.

“Welcome to The Rabbit Hole–” The man comfortably seated on the bed lifted his eyes. “Miss Harper?”

Why the hell not even once you could get rid of your fucking job!?

“Hi…” you responded shyly. “That’s me, yes. And you’re Min Yoongi.” My trainee, Min Yoongi.

He looked at you, vaguely shocked before shaking himself off his stupor. “I surely didn’t expect to meet you here.”

“The feeling is mutual.” You chuckled embarrassedly, ready to duck and dive for the door. “I’m sorry–”

Yoongi stood, almost ready to reach for your wrist before regaining his composure. “Wait, Harper.”

You were conflicted but you straightened your spine and forced yourself to face the situation. “Yes?”

“I know you want to run, but don’t do it. Unless you think this is deeply unprofessional and we should not discuss what we like and dislike sexually.” Yoongi realised just how wrong that sentence sounded. Of course, it was wrong to talk kinks out with your boss, especially if you had been attracted to her since day one. “I mean… Does our job policy prohibit this?”

You knew it by heart. “It doesn’t.” And the fact that you had thought about it repeatedly since the day you first saw Yoongi spoke volumes about how you felt about him.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing in your opinion, Harper?”

Was he asking if you were attracted to him or not? “I…” You hesitated.

“Don't go quiet on me. It's not a hard question, is it?” Yoongi looked into your eyes and you quite didn't know how the diligent assistant turned into a demanding interviewer.

“I think it's— It's convenient. Sometimes.” Don't let him win.

“Did you happen to take this chance in the past?” Yoongi was ice cold. It was amusing and terrifying.

“No. I'm… I'm not interested. I mean, I never found— I always focused on my job.” You were stuttering. It was absurd.

He hummed and nodded. “That's very curious. And why is that? I'm sure you must have attracted many people with the energy you emanate. You're incredibly magnetic when you teach.”

You felt your face burn with embarrassment. “Uhm… I… thank you, I guess.”

He smiled. For goodness sake, how could someone like you, so professional and composed turn into a puddle just like that. “Do my compliments unsettle you?” He grabbed the papers from the small table by the bed. He stood up and chose neutral ground, sitting on an elegant chair in a corner. You noticed the papers on the opposite side and took them with you before sitting on the matching chair in front of him. A round coffee table was in the middle.

As he consulted what you knew had to be your survey, he stretched a hand toward you, moving his fingers in a back and forth motion. “Hand it over, Harper. You don't need that.”

You offered it, slightly reluctant; still, he didn't look like the type who would take no for an answer.

“I see you like being praised. Is that why you're so prodigal with compliments and rewards with your trainees? You liked receiving praise when you were a student?” He stared deep into your eyes and waited for your reply.

“I—” There was no way to answer that. You shook your head and stayed quiet, staring at your feet.

Yoongi studied your face for a minute before speaking again. “You're an incredibly restrained person, Harper. Why is that?” He licked his lips. “Am I intimidating you?”

“Yes.” That was easy to say.

He chuckled and you looked at him, noticing a faint flush on his cheeks. That made him look slightly less alarming. “I'm sorry. I've been told that endless times, but I keep making the same mistake.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Okay, let's start over. You take the lead.”

“Good. Ehm… I'm— I really don't know what I'm doing here. I was just looking for some fun since, well, I'm very invested in my job and it's been a while since I last relaxed and lived in the moment.” You fixed your hair and toyed with your bracelet.

Yoongi noticed your silence prolonging and decided to take over briefly. “You need someone to have fun with?”

You nodded. “So to say. My friend Daisy brought me here after I complained about my life being boring and all of that.”

His eyebrows arched and he smirked. “Interesting friend you have. Quite your opposite.”

You blinked. “The… Opposite? Did you sleep with her?”

He shook his head. “She's not my cup of tea. I just watched. We trained together.”

You nodded. As 'opposite' did he mean… “Wait, she isn't… a sub?”.

Yoongi laughed at that. “A sub?! Oh no, darling. But let's keep the focus on you. You said you want something fun, what is that?”

You pouted as you thought. “Well, not having to think about anything. Everything's already planned out for me, I don't need to worry, plan, decide. I just follow the rules.”

Yoongi smiled softly. “That's what I'm here for. But that means I need to be sure I'm making the right decisions for you and that I'm doing things that you like.” He grabbed a pen and sat down again. “Praise kink? Yes?”

You nodded. “Good.”

He placed a tick by it. “There are some more risqué topics, but I say we should keep them for when you're more experienced. No bondage yet, maybe when you're trained into full obedience. Maybe we could use soft restraints. Would you be interested in me blocking your hands?”

You nodded. “You would tie my wrists?”

He blinked, thinking about it before deciding. “No, not yet. Just hold them above your head with my hands. Or pin them behind your back. Nothing that can't be undone as soon as you dissent. It would just ensure soft obedience. Maybe have you grip the headboard or restrain you from touching me.”

You agreed. “That's okay with me. I mean, I think I'm obedient enough to handle restraints. I would stay still and—”

“Harper, darling. I can tell you're obedient. That doesn't mean you're trained, unfortunately.” He pinned you with his gaze. “I don't know how you're going to respond to me and I much prefer taking things gradually.”

You bit your lip, betraying slight disappointment.

“We'll do that next time. If you decide you want a next time, that is,” Yoongi reassured you.

You looked at him, mouth agape, causing him to chuckle. “It's okay. I see you're doubtful about impact play. Let's skip all of that. Oh, this… This, I want.” He circled it enthusiastically.

“What is that?” You stretched to read it, but he covered it quickly.

“I know it. It's nothing you need to worry about.” He stretched a hand towards you looking into your eyes. You hesitated before letting your fingers tiptoe closer to his palm. “May I?”

“Uhm… yes. Yes, Sir, I mean.” You looked away, your cheeks on fire.

He looked at you with curiosity. “You don't need to call me Sir unless you want to, Harper.” His fingers moved slowly, sensually on your hand. “It's alright, sweetheart.”

Your whole body tensed as his touch seemed to echo through your entire body. “Will this have any repercussions on our dynamics at work?”

He shook his head. “I can separate who I am in public and who I am here. Nothing will change on my behalf, but only you can tell whether you will feel awkward or embarrassed when we meet again in the office.”

You hummed, your brain working ten thousand miles a second as you tried to process the idea.

“Okay, here's what I would like to happen now. If you are uncomfortable, you can stop me at any time.” Yoongi cleared his voice and licked his lip. When he spoke again, his tone was deeper and more relaxing. Hypnotic, even.

“I would like to dim the lights, loosen up your blouse a little, since it looks very uncomfortable. Next, I would like to slow dance with you, earn your trust. See how our bodies work together on a more platonic level. And then we'll reassess things from there. Would you like that, Harper?”

“Yes, I would, Sir— Sorry, Yoongi.” You giggled, still confused, covering your face with your hands.

That was endearing, and Yoongi couldn't help but look at you with fondness. “Just settle with one, Harper,” he offered his hand again, and you grasped it, watching him grab his phone from his jacket and select a song. Once the first notes started, he stood up.

He had incredibly nice hands. You had noticed them so many times during his traineeship, how elegant and strong they looked. They could do so much damage, but still they always managed to look so gentle. There was something erotic and strangely reassuring about them.

Your arms bent at your side, hands joined together, he accompanied your other arm around his neck by drawing its underside with the very tip of his middle finger, the electric feeling leading you through the motion. The hand not holding yours settled around your waist, then on the small of your back.

You propped your chin on his shoulder.

“Does this feel good, Harper?” he asked, his mouth at your ear in a way that made your insides quiver.

You didn't realise your eyes were closed. You kept them like that. You could almost forget that the man currently awakening your libido was the sweet angel who was a little grumpy before finishing his coffee in the morning and that always handed in his assignments two days in advance so you wouldn't find all your papers handed in at the last minute and spend the weekend correcting them.

“It feels great.” You felt your shoulders relax.

“Let's scooch over to the light so we can lower them. Would you like that?”

You hummed. Could he keep talking just that way? Close to your ear… With that slightly raspy purr…

His hand left your spine for half a second, your eyes opening only to observe his thumb and forefinger pinch the dimmer and roll it.

It was unreal. Your entire body responded to the gesture — and you felt ridiculous about it, from the way you could physically perceive wetness dripping out of you and glazing your folds, your breathing interrupting only to come back quicker, shallower.

“Feedback, Harper,” he requested, his hand reaching your tailbone only to start sliding up your spine. It felt too good. It felt too fast — not in a way that made you want to slow down, but in one that made you feel like a needy, deprived, horny mess.

“I'm feeling very affected,” you replied pragmatically, making him hum.

“Good-affected or bad-affected?”

“Conflicted affected.” You replied, incapable of withholding a moan as his fingers started teasing your nape.

“Why are you conflicted?” He hoped you wouldn't hold back. After all, his only goal was taking care of you. Showing the kind of paradise he knew he could lead you to, and eventually get to see you again. Your paper was so interesting and he could see so much potential in unravelling you and initiating you to all the dark cravings you had confessed with pen and paper.

“You're a coworker. You're my trainee. I shouldn't— It's not right that you make me feel like this.”

“Like what, Harper?”

You hid your face. “Aroused.” You nuzzled into him. “Wet.”

He oh-ed in understanding. “There's nothing wrong with that. It's just your body responding to stimuli. You're just conflicted about associating them with the person making you feel that way.” He swayed some more on his feet, the song changing to something even slower. He slipped into the rhythm seamlessly. “It's okay to feel conflicted. You feel an ethical hurdle.”

Why did he have to be so understanding? “Exactly.”

“Do you feel like it's a hurdle that is keeping you safe or keeping you out?” He arched his head away, trying to look you in the eye.

“I'm not sure.” You had to look away. He was too much for you to handle. “I only know I'm tired of feeling so left out.”

He touched your face. “I have something that could help you, but it's a bit daring. Before we discuss that, I want to cover the safeword discourse.”

“Sure.” What was he about to ask you? “In the past I've used the traffic light system. I think it's the most convenient, right?”

Yoongi agreed. “Yes. It's the standard. For future reference, all teachers here are trained with the traffic light system, so that's the safest option to achieve the shortest time between you calling a safeword and your partner reacting.”

“That's very considerate,” you mused nodding to yourself.

“The experience can be pleasurable only if truly safe. That's the bare minimum. Which reminds me; what do you say if you're not feeling okay?”

You blinked. “Uhm… 'I'm not feeling okay, can we slow down or stop?' I guess?”

Yoongi frowned. “That's fine too, but I meant I need to hear your safewords.”

“Oh. Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to go?”

He nodded. “Yeah, more like that.”

You chuckled and hid your face against his neck. “I'm so dumb.”

Yoongi helped your head back on his shoulder. “You're just learning. I'm here to talk things through and help you understand. Now, going back to our earlier talk, I could suggest a solution to the dichotomy between our institutional and private roles, but it could be very intense, physically and emotionally.”

You hummed, inviting him to go on.

“I don't usually do this on a first encounter since I tend to cover mostly chill stuff. Do mild things without really testing any limits, but this is really tiptoeing around the line.”

“Just tell me what it is already!” you complained, stepping back and looking at him.

“Okay. I would like to suggest a blindfold.” He gave a small tug at your wrist, inviting you back against him.

You followed his lead. His chest was beating like crazy against you, but it was very hard to believe. Yoongi didn't look like a person whose body could betray nerves or excitement.

“It's okay. I've done that before.” You stared at him. “I can handle that.”

He stared at you. He knew that different people meant different experiences, and that he would probably make you feel sensations that would overwhelm you and test your limits; still, he trusted your judgements and your ability to use the safewords.

He would just remind himself to check in more than usual.

“So you agree to being blindfolded?”

“Yes, Yoongi.” Your reply was followed by him making you take a step away.

“No “Sir” this time?” He cocked an eyebrow, amused. After he opened a drawer, he extracted a black silk blindfold, showing it to you. “Come here, Harper.”

You moved closer and lowered your eyes. “Good girl,” he murmured distractedly, slipping the fabric over your eyes.

Your knees were weak, your ears alert. You heard him move with stealth, a sudden burst of cold air rushing down your spine. “I'm here, darling.”

You clenched your core. More wetness oozed out.

“Now I'm here,” he spoke at your other ear, voice otherworldly. “Does this get you wet, Harper?”

You nodded wordlessly. Your eyes were useless. The blindfold was thick and the lights were too low.

And then his hands appeared at your waist, guiding you. “A few steps forward, sweets.” You did as you were told. “Undress.” He whispered.

You felt him leave.

Your hands went to the buttons of your blouse, undoing them slowly, tentatively. Yoongi took it all in. “You look magnificent, darling. Look at all that skin.”

You smiled and continued, wiggling off your shirt. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that, sugar. You must be so sweet, mh? Calling your partner 'sir', lowering your eyes, speaking when talked to. That's a good girl.”

Your smile grew brighter, Yoongi's ego inflating as he found the way to crack you. You weren't all that elegant when you took off your trousers, but he was too busy taking in the sight of your chest.

“Did I say anything you didn't like?” He checked in, shaking himself out of his stupor. Stop staring at her chest. Stop thinking she wants it fucked and marked.

“No, it's okay. I'm doing fine.” You felt awkward standing in the middle of the room in your best matching set.

You already knew it had to look boring to him, your breasts too large for underwear brands to match comfort and sensuality. The mere thought of it got you even more tense.

“Perfect. Would you like to keep your bra on?” He hoped you would remove it, but this wasn't about what he wanted, no matter how much he wanted to tie you up and cover your boobs in his cum until he was dry.

Comfortably, you reached behind you, huffing out in relief as soon as your bra unclasped. You did realise the sight of you had to be profoundly unsexy.

“For fuck's sake.” He needed to touch himself. He needed to find some release before making a mess of himself. His demure, practical teacher. His shy and composed coworker. Here. Naked. In front of him. With her breasts out offered to his eyes alone, waiting to be fucked and pleased. Controlled. Cherished. “Can I touch them?”

“Please.”

He stood up, crossing the distance quickly. The idea of not knowing where exactly he was made you a little nervous, but Yoongi seemed very thoughtful about it. “I'm right in front of you, Harper. Remember your safewords.”

You nodded, but still reached out before you, stopping midway. “Can I touch you?”

He startled a little. “Of course.” He took a step forward, letting your palms connect with his chest, still clad in a black button down. “Do what you want, darling.”

You traced his frame till your hands met his wrists, next you brought his hands on your chest, gasping just barely once his palms started shifting, lifting the heavy weight of your flesh, his fingers tweaking your nipples.

“How is your relationship with your body?” he asked, massaging your breasts, feeling the skin react with goosebumps.

“I like it. It's a bit plain but not too bad.” Your shiver was visible. It made him chuckle.

“It's not even remotely plain, darling.” He let his hands roam further down before bringing you closer to him. “Are you cold?”

“A bit,” you confessed, trying to feel him with your hands.

“Can I guide you to the bed?” He asked with a purr that made you question whether you would ever stop feeling so aroused by his voice.

You nodded, taking a step back only for him to grip your waist. His fingers sank in your flesh, feeling the tenderness of your figure. It was something you thought no man would find attractive.

“So soft,” he breathed out, his voice betraying some excitement. “You were going to step on your clothes,” he explained before guiding you. The back of your thighs met the mattress and you climbed comfortably, a bit confused when you didn't feel his body follow yours.

“Yoongi,” you whined, panicking.

“I'm here.” You heard the ruffling of fabric. “I'm just taking off my shirt. Would you like me to switch off the music?”

It was a bit too romantic anyway. “Yes, please.” You would also hear him better like that.

Silence came shortly after. And then his command. “Sit up, beautiful.”

You pushed yourself onto your elbows.

“Give me your left arm,” he said, kindly.

You blinked under the blindfold. “What's going on? What's—”

“I'm just putting a warm robe on you. You said you were cold and your blouse was too flimsy.” He kissed your brow. “Normally we use this for aftercare, but I'll just wrap you up in a blanket.”

He watched your lips stretch into a smile as you thanked him. You could see his kind expression with your eyes closed.

“It's all good. You can lay back down,” he explained with a calm tone. This time you did feel his body following yours, his hand on your cheek. “Would you like to kiss me, Harper?”

You hesitated only for a millisecond. “Yes.”

It was tentative, slow, seductive. His lips were rougher than you had imagined, dryer. Smaller. You parted your lips, trying to chase the sensation. Then you felt a hard edge.

Yoongi smirked. “That's my fingertip, darling.” Your lips closed in a pout.

“Oh, don't be grumpy.” This time it felt hotter. Your entire face felt the pressure of something closer. And then something skimmed your lips. “There you go.”

And there you went, his mouth hot and demanding against your own, your lips chasing him, your tongue searching for him until he finally complied, letting his slippery flesh slide against your own, conquering every inch you had to offer.

His hand appeared on your stomach, teasing you between moving higher or lower.

“My chest, please,” you gasped in between kisses.

“Your chest what?” he taunted back.

“T— Oh… Touch it, please.”

He did as you told him.

“Harder.”

He gripped it.

“Harder.”

He squeezed it.

You moaned and arched off the bed. That was truly hard. Almost painful. Just the way you like it. And then it stopped.

“Did I give you the impression that you can call the shots?” His voice was minacious.

And then the slap came.

It stole your breath. If he kept up like that, you would cum untouched.

And then another. “Answer me.”

“No, Yoongi.” You felt sorry. You really did. But horny felt more powerful than sorry.

“Just because I ask for feedback, doesn't mean you choose what goes on here.” Yoongi pressed his mouth to your ear. “I choose what you feel. How you feel it. You only need to take it and stop me when you can't take it anymore. Understood?”

You squeezed your legs together. “Understood.”

“Did you like your tits getting spanked?” he said, his voice thunderous.

“Yes,” you mewled out, intimidated.

“Great. Cause I loved doing that too.” He did it again before soothing the skin with his palms pressed to the curve of your breast. “I'm not happy to admit you're making it difficult to stay chill.” He kissed around your neck, going from side to side before tracing the path again with the tip of his tongue. “Hands on the headboard.”

You obeyed.

And next all hell broke loose. You felt his teeth sink on your left breast, pinching the skin in a way you knew would bruise. His hip was placed between your legs and you were trying, really trying, not to move in ways that would make him stop and punish you.

He placed his mouth around your nipple, sucking it intensely. You moaned.

He chuckled and nodded, moving his hips suggestively.

He watched you struggle, chest arching off the sheets to push into his mouth, but at the same time sobbing about the loss of pressure between your legs. Your body was on fire, your robe laying open and forgotten around you.

“Come on, rub yourself on me, I know you want it, Harper.” The way he called your name was a crime. Too sexy for you to handle it. You were just an instrument of pleasure in his hands. Or rather a victim of it.

He watched you grind on him, finally, moving to the other nipple to make sure both received equal attention. “If you manage to cum like this, I promise I'm gonna suck your clit too, sweets. Come on. Let me see you cum.”

You were aroused, agitated, restless underneath him, the pins of pleasure torturing you until all you could feel was the hot coil in your core tightening and tightening.

Your hands left the headboard, locking him into place, making him suck harder. He smirked and took more of your skin, using not only his mouth, but his head too to tug at the skin he was suctioning.

A scream tore through you. You don't remember the following minute or so, you can only recall the scorching heat of your orgasm, the way your glutes burned as you threw yourself at him with the most selfish need.

Yoongi appreciated your sounds. He reckoned the memory of them would be useful on nights he was left alone with his hand. The little gasps, the moans, the sobs and whimpers.

He was done for.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, please Yoongi, fuck me.”

You were there, blindfolded, chest glistening with his saliva, still trying to recover, and you had the audacity to ask to be fucked?

“What did I tell you about your hands?” He tutted. You could hear disappointment in his voice. You brought them back to the headboard. “What did I tell you about your hands, Harper?” he remarked.

“To keep them on the headboard,” you replied, obedient and apologetic.

“Correct. And what did you do?”

You felt like a child being scolded. “I moved them off the headboard.”

“That is a large mistake on your behalf, Harper. If I give you an order, I do it for your own good.” He slapped your sensitive breast, once. “There will be times when disobedience could compromise your well-being.”

You were too busy processing everything to figure out the implications of that. 'There will be times…'

He slapped your other breast, once, twice before pinching your nipple. “We can't have that.” The other one. “I can't have that.” He paused for a second and then he stopped all stimulation. “Gimmie a colour, Harper.”

You inhaled at the small moment of reprieve. “Green. Very green.”

He nodded — not that you could see that. And then a new thrill of glorious pain slashed through you. “Are you gonna keep your hands on the headboard?”

You nodded madly. He grinned at your eagerness. “Are you going to obey me?”

“Yes, Yoongi,” you replied right before you felt his body slide down against yours, a hot burst of air meeting your navel.

“You're so wet it's a crime.” He patted your legs further, settling in right between them, taking in the salty, coppery scent of you. To think some men don't even appreciate it…

He shook his head and reminded himself he wasn't like that. He grinned and pressed his lips to the drenched spot on your panties. He nuzzled closer, until he got you to gasp and grind against him. “All this goodness wasted on your panties.” He hummed in complaint. “I should have eaten you out first.”

You knew that not watching him do that would be a crime. The sight of Yoongi's head in between your legs was something that would torment you and arouse you for the rest of your life, though.

“I'm gonna take them off, Harper.” He exhaled against your inner thigh before hooking his fingers through the sides of your underwear. “I want you creaming all over my tongue, sweets.” His voice was nothing like the diligent intern you trained everyday. He was almost as if possessed by a demon. You felt the fabric slide down your skin, unhook from your ankles. And then his hands. So smooth and hot. Slightly sweaty. He ran them up the sides of your legs, truly feeling your skin. “Focus on me.”

As if there were anything else you could do. The moment his hair tickled your navel, it was like electricity. Like static. And what followed was the rest of the storm.

He was hungry, ravenous. If he could have swallowed you, he would have. He was sloppy in the most delicious of ways. You could hear him lapping, licking, slurping. It would be almost embarrassing, if it weren’t from your mind being entirely disconnected from your body. You wished you could be in his shoes just to understand what truly licking someone’s cunt felt like.

However, you weren’t ready to leave the receiving end yet. Your legs were trembling, you were pretty sure of that — not entirely though. Yoongi was making a quite serious job at holding them still.

“You still with me, Harper?” he asked lazily, lewdly. He wasn’t checking — he was teasing you, and gloating too. You hadn’t noticed it, but you were being so vocal he had to slow down to see if he could coax lazier, needier purrs out of you.

The moment you confirmed you were okay, he went all out, until he could no longer control your legs and he let himself enjoy the conquest, your thighs squeezing his head, his arm almost cramping as he tried to slip two fingers inside you and find your cervix, tracing around it, where the puffy ring of flesh met your pelvic muscles.

The way you clenched around him, another squeal leaving your throat announced your third orgasm, Yoongi more than happy that he was doing his job correctly. “Grab my head. You can tug on my hair, sweets.”

Your hands left the headboard immediately as Yoongi allowed a reward for your obedience. He enjoyed his stay as long as he could before you pushed him away. “Too much, Yoongi! Stop! Stop, stop, stop!”

At your insistence he realised you had forgotten about the safeword rule. “Harper.” He touched the outside of your leg, sitting beside you and removing your blindfold. “Hey?”

You turned to your side and clinged to him while your body spasmed in the aftershock. “I’m sorry.” He cupped the back of your head and held you to him, letting you nest into his chest.

“I’ve got you. You know you should have said the safeword, right?” He grabbed your chin and made you look into his eyes.

You nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m sorry.”

He simply rubbed your back with his clean hand, the other one hooked underneath your thigh, propping it up onto his hip. “Tell me what would have happened if I didn’t stop.”

You stared at him, trying to understand whether it was an actual request or not. As his gaze stayed insistent, you replied. “I would have cried and thrashed. I could have hurt you.”

He acquiesced. “A safeword is a suspension of consent, in case of a yellow. A revoking of consent in case of a red. If someone keeps going after your safeword, that is abuse.” He caressed your head. “If you ever come to play here again, and someone doesn’t respect your safeword, you need to report them immediately. Clear?”

You nodded, your eyes still veiled in panic.

He secured the robe around you, tutting and petting you. “‘s all good, sweets. You’ve got it.”

Your fingers were laced at his nape, your legs twitching uncomfortably as you squeezed your thighs together, still vibrating with sensations.

You hid your face against his chest before his hand reached for your hair and he kissed the crown of your head. “I’m here, sweets. You can ask me anything. A bath, candies, chocolate, a massage. You can ask me to leave, too.”

In response, you wrapped your arms around him tighter and pulled him closer, shaking your head. “Stay here, please.”

He nodded and soothed you with little touches against your thigh and your spine, tutting and rubbing his nose against your hair. It smelled way too good. He was getting lost in it when you tipped your head back, your eyes meeting his.

You stretched, your body adhering to his deliriously as your lips landed on his chin. He restrained himself for maybe half a second before he gripped the side of your face and held you still, pressing his lips square on yours. “We’re okay, Harper.”

You shook your head yes.

“We’re alright, darling.” He combed your hair back with a contemplative look in his eyes. “Are you ready for aftercare?” His voice was a midnight purr, a secret.

You shook your head no.

He arched his eyebrows. “More cuddles?”

With your leg hooked around his hip, you pressed him closer to you and blinked a few times before closing your eyes and pushing your pelvis against his.

“Harper, I need you to use your words,” he murmured. He just wanted to hear you say it. He just wanted to make sure he understood correctly — that you wanted him against you or maybe, even better, inside you.

“Fuck me. It feels so empty, I just— I want to squeeze around you as I cum. You must be so hot, so thick, so… So smooth.”

“You want to feel me inside you, darling?” He caressed your face and you nodded.

“Anything you’re willing to give, please.” You found the courage to lay on your back and spread your legs, letting the robe come undone around you. You gripped your breasts and started toying with them. “I want it so bad.”

Yoongi was still alert from his previous wrongdoing and felt like he deserved punishment, but he saved that negative feeling for his own wrap up of the night, when he analysed how he’d felt with you and with himself.

“We’re gonna use a condom, Harper.”

“Please, without.” Your eyes were wide and imploring.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly. “I’d rather we use one, darling, if you don’t mind.” His smile was gentle. “There’s nothing wrong with you, I swear. It’s just my rule to always use one, no matter how many health checks we go through.”

Your mouth formed an o-shape. “Dammit, I’m so sorry. It’s— Of course. We’re gonna use it.”

He smiled as he turned around and undid his belt, taking off his trousers and his underwear in one go. “Don’t worry about it, Harper.” He turned around and your gaze went to his dick caught in his fist. You noticed all its details: the colour, the shape, the fact that it leaned a little, the way his knuckles turned white as he squeezed it, precum oozing from the tip. “Maybe I’ll go bare inside you next time.” He smirked. “A picture will last longer, darling.”

You moved your eyes up, to his face. If you’d seen a picture of his dick you would have never matched it to him. “Your penis is extremely interesting to look at.”

“Even more interesting the moment you put it in your mouth — or so I’ve been told.”

You made to sit up and test that statement, but he blocked you. “Lay there.”

Once he made sure he had worn the condom correctly, he crawled in between your legs and grinned as he showed you something pinched between his fingers.

“What's that?” you asked, not actually recognising the swirls of colours and the purpose of something shaped like… Oh.

He stretched the thick rubber band. “Gonna make it last for you, Harper.” He kept it stretched wide as he slipped it on his dick, all the way to the base before he eased his fingers away, trying not to snap the rubber.

You were still hazy for the arousal as he laid down on top of you. “Hi there,” he purred. “Would you like your blindfold on again?”

You blushed to your ears as you confessed. “No. I want to remember your face when you cum and scream my name.”

He snickered in mischief. “If that’s the case, then.” He aligned his tip with your entrance. “I’ll make sure you call mine at least twice before I scream out yours.” And then he was in.

It was… There aren’t any perfectly fitting adjectives: all you could say is that you had to close your eyes to focus on him, on taking him, on squeezing him, on making his tip rub against your inner walls.

He grunted and went deeper, moving an inch back before impaling you. “Colour, Harper.”

“Very fucking green,” you managed to hiss through your teeth before throwing your head back, exposing the throat he was so eager to take advantage of.

He dove for it, biting, sucking, moving down your chest as you wrapped your legs around his hips and made more room for him.

“Can I touch myself?” You managed to ask, your voice so needy and high pitched.

He looked hazy when he looked up in your eyes, but still he connected enough thoughts to say, “Of course.”

And then your fingers between your legs made everything escalate too quickly, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his grunts and pants getting harsher, more breathless as sweat started beading his forehead.

For a second you thought about closing your eyes before Yoongi grabbed your chin and shook his head at you.

“Keep looking at me. This is my reward.” He slowed down until he stopped. “I worked hard to watch you cum like this, you'd better look in my eyes and show me how grateful you are, darling.”

Your brain was too fuzzy to reply, but from the way he steadied himself before starting to go harder you understood he wasn't expecting a reply.

The only thing he did expect was for you to obey and hold his unapologetic stare.

He broke eye contact only for a quick look down, to where your fingers were working your overheated core, squeezing him, hugging him, so tight right before your body held its maximum tension and snapped.

Yoongi gritted his teeth and smirked. “Like that, darling.” He looked at the way your breasts bounced while you rode your high, eager to get every ounce of pleasure while your eyes crossed, finally disrupting that shameless stare that you'd been sharing with Yoongi.

“You didn't scream my name, darling,” he made you notice once you were taking a brief vacation from existence. You were pretty much boneless at that moment.

You opened your eyes and felt him shift inside you. “You didn't cum,” you commented, disappointed.

He smiled. “Trust me, it was difficult not to. And that's why I wore the ring, sweetheart.” He paused and stared at you for some outstretched seconds. And then as he was still sheathed inside you, he pulled himself up to his knees. “But now it's my turn and I can go wild while you're still limp and exhausted, mh? I bet there's nothing better than feeling like you don't need to do anything.”

He grinned and pulled back before pushing in with all his might. Your legs were spread, thighs resting on top of his, your body abandoned on the mattress while his hands gripped your hips and pulled your naked, wet, open core against his pelvis, onto his awaiting erection.

He was wet, slippery and scorching hot, and you could only wish for the universe to one day reward you with his bare dick, no layers of latex in between.

“Finger yourself, Harper. You wanna make me cum? Then squeeze me with your inner muscles as you cum. I'm not doing it without you.” He made his hips twirl, his spongy tip rubbing against all the right places.

“Yoongi.”

“Yes, darling,” he said before exhaling with a moan.

“This is the best dick I've ever had,” you confessed in a rush of intimacy.

He hummed and changed his movement to a little upward curl that made your feet crunch. “Thank you for the compliment.” He chuckled and grabbed one of your breasts while with the other hand he kept pushing and pulling you on him. “I'll make sure next time is even better.” He smiled at you with mischief and something sweet before he slapped your breast playfully, not hard enough for it to be erotic, but enough to make you giggle at him as you purred.

“Those tits are huge showstoppers,” he murmured, picking up his pace and watching them bounce to his tempo. “Next time I'll fuck them first.” He slapped them again, one first, then the other.

Secretly you were already imagining it happening at your workplace, maybe in an empty storage room during lunch, you bent over a shelf and him fucking you from behind, your blouse open, the cups of your bra pulled down, his fingers tweaking your nipples until they bruised.

“Are you close?” was all that made it past your lips, your body wired too tight to voice anything but monosyllables.

“Almost. Come on, you first,” he gritted.

You held your breath and tried to form a pattern with your kegels, trying to work in tandem with Yoongi until you were overthrown by sensations. “I can't hold it anymore, please cum with me, Yoongi. Please.”

“Just take it, Harper. Take it like a good girl,” he ordered sternly. And you did.

You did so well he got caught in your tide and it overthrew him too as he abandoned his restraint and let his back flop onto the mattress while he pulled you up, your body so taut you found yourself in a position to ride him.

And so you did it, bouncing on him, swirling your hips before he caught hold of your sides and started shoving you up and down.

His name came out of your lips hysterically, with little hiccups due to the impact of your ass against his thighs while he bottomed out and pulled you up again, almost pulling out completely before he slammed you down again.

It was animalistic and frantic, your name leaving his lips over and over again together with the filthiest of praises.

“I want this pussy bruised and used, Harper. Such a good pussy you have,” he gasped and rambled on. “I'm not gonna let anybody use it. I'm gonna fucking serve it. Nobody can taste it, nobody can fuck it. No fingers but mine.”

You nodded and kept going. “Please,” you begged, your orgasm subduing only for another one to rise fast.

“No dick but mine.” He was getting overstimulated, but there was no way he would stop. He'd rather cry. “This is the perfect pump, darling. Fucking perfect.” He stilled and let you ruin him as he brought his fingers to your clit. “Come on, we're not done.”

“Yoongi,” you whined, but he was stronger.

“Be my good girl, Harper. Fuck my cock again. You want someone to give you orders, right? Someone who can fuck your brains out and not make you think, right? Come on then. I tell you to fuck, you fuck. Harper. I tell you to come, you come. Can you do that for me? You're such a diligent, lovely girl after all, aren't you?”

At that, a grunt left your throat and you collapsed on his torso, your inner muscles torturing him as his name tore through your lips and you came once more, finally, a earthquake making your entire spine quiver.

He welcomed you with his arms around you and shut his eyes tight, giving a couple strokes with his hips as he weathered your high. “There you are, darling. That's my good girl,” he praised you, already wondering if this would really ever happen again, if he could ever be your trainee again after this or if he would spend the rest of his month under you thinking of how sweet and mind-blowing it was to be literally under you.

He pushed messy, sweaty locks of hair off your face, kissing your forehead once he felt you relax. “You were so good to me, Harper.” With a fingertip skating down your spine he added, “So, so good to me.” And that same fingertip skated up, his digits burrowing deep into the hair at your nape. “How are you feeling, sweets?”

“I think I'm dead.”

He chuckled and pressed your head to the crook of his neck.

You kissed it absentmindedly.

“Tell me, is death as terrible as everybody thinks?” He fumbled to pull the robe from below the two of you and dragged it over your spent body.

“I'd be happy to die a bunch of times over.” You shifted your arm to pull the robe closer and cover Yoongi too.

“I'll keep that in mind next time,” he mused. “Sensory overload. Multiple orgasms.”

“And cockwarming,” you murmured.

Yoongi blinked, slightly surprised before he smiled softly. “And cockwarming.” He let silence take over for a minute. “Any feedback you'd like to offer?” He asked.

“Uhm… Only that maybe you should fuck my mouth and my tits before you fuck my pussy… Next time, I mean. If you'd like there to be a next time, I mean.” You felt suddenly a bit too naked, a bit too exposed, a bit too forward. “Oh god…” You felt your face heat and you tried to distance yourself.

However, Yoongi tightened his grip on you, his hand on the curve of your spine, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I want a next time, Harper. And a couple more times after that. But I need you to tell me how you want it to be between us at work.”

You shifted to look him in the eye. “Are you sure you want to do this again?”

“Yes, sweets. But I'll start from your tits next time.” He nuzzled his lips close to your ear. “And then I'll go down on you. Again.”

“Don't forget about fucking my mouth. You promised.” You didn't know where this came from, but your shyness faded once confronted with your wants.

“I don't remember promising, but I guess I'll keep it in mind,” he admitted. “The important part is that I get to get milked by your magic cunt.”

Heat coursed down your spine, making you roll your eyes in pleasure. “You can get my cunt whenever you like, however you like.” You caressed his chest with your hand.

“Interesting.” His voice was so reconciling and peaceful. “But you still haven’t told me how we’re gonna deal with this at work.” He let a second pass by before he added, “But we don’t need to discuss it if you don’t know it yet.”

You bit your lip and started tracing the features of his visage with your fingertips. “We’ll have to be strictly professional.” You said plainly.

He nodded.

“But I guess there’s nothing wrong as long as I get to have you here, once a week. After all, I’ll be training you for three more weeks. After that I’ll have you assigned to another department so there won’t be any risk of misconduct.” You shrugged. “Not that there’s any actual misconduct happening, but just in case. I don’t want us to be jeopardised by this.”

“I don’t either.” Yoongi traced the edge of your shoulder-blade, reflecting on the situation while feeling your skin under his fingertips. It was strangely soothing. “So we’re gonna meet here next week, and do it all over again?”

You chuckled. “Hopefully.” You paused. “Here or anywhere else. I mean, here isn’t cheap, so if you wanna meet anywhere else, I wouldn’t be against it, but totally up to you.”

Yoongi hummed. “We’ll see. We can exchange phone numbers and eventually arrange something.”

“Absolutely.”

“Perfect,” he commented. It was time. “Harper, I need to go clean up, sweets.”

You inhaled. “Does that mean you have to go?”

“Only that I need the restroom — you should go too, by the way — and that I can come back and cuddle some more after I’m rid of the condom and the ring.” He tried to speak with a voice that could dull the panicky edge in your words.

“Oh, that. Okay, I guess.” You felt indeed calmer at his explanation. You didn’t know if you could actually sleep next to Yoongi, but the idea of cuddles… Well.

He kept his mouth pressed to your forehead as he slipped out. “Okay, I can do this,” he whispered, motivating himself.

On instinct, you tipped your head back before pressing your lips on his. “Yes, now you can,” you murmured after kissing him.

He stared at you. “What if I don’t want to, though?”

You shook your head and giggled. “I’ll be here when you’re back.”

He eyed you suspiciously. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Divine Intervention | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Goddess!Reader

Genre: smut, hurt/comfort if you squint, Goddess!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: kissing, lots of taking holy names in vain, heavy petting, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), hand job, grinding, riding, unprotected sex (gods don't really do contraception), literal sex on the beach, there's a lot of mutual adoration going on here, needy Jungkook, praise kink Jungkook, reader is the Goddess Astraea, mentions of animal sacrifice

Word Count: 6.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: “Tell me, Jungkook. Will you worship me tonight with all of you?”

Jungkook summons his beloved goddess, and she seeks to reward his devotion.

A/N: So I hadn't intended on writing a birthday fic for Jungkook while I work on the latest Paradise chapter, but then this idea hit me on Thursday and the next thing I knew I had 2,000 words for the start of a new story. 😵‍💫 Perhaps I had some divine inspiration of my own? Anyway, I grew up obsessed with Greek mythology, so this was probably inevitable. Some of the names invoked might be a little unfamiliar, so I've explained them below. Thanks to @reliablemitten for the title!

Glossary of Names: Astraea is the star-maiden goddess of innocence, purity, and precision. Selene is the goddess of the moon. The Moirai are the Fates. Polyhymnia is the Muse of sacred poetry, sacred hymn, dance and eloquence. Mnemosyne is the goddess of memory. Eos is the goddess of the dawn. Morpheus is the god of dreams. Chronos is the Titan personification of Time.

Unbeta'd as usual. As always, I'd love to hear what you think! My inbox is open 💕

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It has been a very long time since you last walked upon the earth. The sand beneath your feet is softer than you remember. Tiny grains stick to your soles as you wander along the surf. The ocean stirs in the rising light of the moon, waves dancing as Selene begins her evening journey across the sky.

After all this time, there is a believer. You heard their prayer from your perch in the heavens. So many years have passed since someone invoked your name. Not merely years. Ages. Centuries have come and gone without so much as a whisper.  

A pyre burns several yards down the shore. The scent of burning flesh mixes with the salty sea air, tantalizing and crisp. A water deer. This follower has brought you an offering. 

You must know more. The wind stirs and a little bird crouches where you once stood. It hops forward, towards the tall figure bent over the flickering flames. 

Jungkook sighs, warming his fingers over the fire. He mutters the words again, a low chant under his breath. “Beloved Astraea, Goddess of innocence and purity. Oh, sweet star-maiden, hear my prayer!” He tosses another branch on the pile, watching as the orange flames envelop it, lost in his recitation. “I pray to you now for justice. End our suffering and bring the golden age we were promised! Please, I beg of you, hear my prayer!” 

A slight rustling draws his attention. He glances down. A bird sits at his feet, a little thing with a white body and a black crown and back. A night heron. It glances up at him with a red eye, head cocked as if in curiosity. 

Jungkook smiles a toothy grin, nose scrunching in delight. “Have you come to answer my prayer, little bird?” 

“Quok,” says the heron, head tilting the other way. 

Reaching into his knapsack, Jungkook pulls out the remnants of the meal that he’d eaten during his hike across the countryside. He scatters some nuts and seeds on the sand. The heron doesn’t peck at the grains but continues to watch him for another minute or two. 

“It’s all right, you can have the rest. I don’t need it.” He isn’t sure why he’s talking to the bird. But he has the strange sense that it can understand him, as the heron begins to snap up the seeds with its long beak a moment later.

As his new friend enjoys the rest of his meal, Jungkook tends to the fire. A dark curl springs free from his ponytail and he tucks it behind his ear, smearing soot across his cheek. The white tunic and pants he wears are similarly stained from his dirty hands.

He is so tired. Building a pyre was exhausting work. As was hunting the water deer earlier today. But the ache he feels goes deeper than muscle and bone. Sighing, he rubs a shaking hand over his brow, careful not to get ash in his eyes.

“Quok?” 

He laughs as the heron hops closer. Those red eyes would be alarming if the animal weren’t so cute. “I’m okay, little bird. Just tired.”

“Quok.” 

Jungkook settles himself on his knees, bowing his head. The carcass is ablaze now, the stench filling his nostrils unpleasantly. Jungkook does not eat meat, but his Goddess does. He inhales through his mouth before repeating his prayer again. 

Once Jungkook has finished his invocation, he gazes at the night sky, searching for any signs. The dark inky blue of space stares back at him impassively. But the stars dotting the expansiveness wink merrily, as if to encourage him on. 

The heron is still next to him, plumage ruffling as it hunkers on the sand. Jungkook smiles sadly at it. “Doesn’t look like it’s working, does it? I should probably just give up. But I can’t. This world is sick, little bird. It needs to be saved. And I don’t think anyone else is going to try. How can I give up?”

The thick smoke wafting from the pyre begins to swirl into the sky as a sudden breeze kicks up. Jungkook yelps as a blinding light fills his vision, searing white. Jumping away from the fire, he throws his arm over his face, confused and frightened. 

“Do not be afraid, precious one,” a mellifluous voice murmurs soothingly. As the glow begins to dim, he opens his eyes to find a woman standing next to him, wrapped in a golden tunic that seems to shimmer in the moonlight. Curvy and comely, her lustrous beauty renders him speechless. But beyond her physical appearance, a powerful aura radiates from her that is unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

“Who - who are you?” he eventually stammers, dark brown eyes wide with surprise. Where did you come from? He hasn’t seen another soul in hours, intentionally chose a remote beach far from the nearest town for his sacrifice.

“You know who I am,” you reply with a husky laugh. His heart flutters in his chest at the happy sound, like a bird yearning to follow the sweet song of its mate. “Were you not just chanting my name?” 

“Astraea!” He falls to the ground, head touching the sand as he prostrates himself before you. “Beloved Goddess! It is you?!” 

“It is. And I thank you for your offering.” You wave your hand to gesture at the pyre. The smoldering beast is gone. Jungkook blinks in shock. “It has been a very long time since I have feasted on such delicious meat.”

He lowers his head, hiding a shy grin. He has pleased you. His heart swells with pride. “I am glad that you enjoyed it.” 

You smile beatifically, and Jungkook swears the stars shine a little brighter. “Rise, precious one, and tell me why you have summoned me here.” 

He does so hesitantly, not quite believing this is real. It is only the sting of the cold night air and the grit of the sand poking into his toes that lets him know that this is not a dream. 

“Beloved Astraea, I have called you to… to beg you to save this world. Humans have brought nothing but ruin and destruction with their greed.” He pauses to take another slow, fortifying breath, hoping to steady the quivering of his voice. “I have been studying the old gods for years now, trying to find someone to help us. I read that you had promised to return to the earth one day to usher in a golden age of peace. That is why I have summoned you here tonight. Please, dear Goddess, have mercy on us.”

“You wish for me to save this world? That is a lot to ask of your Goddess.” Your voice is firm - not unkind, but with a force behind it that makes Jungkook itch to kneel again. To supplicate himself completely. But he stands as you have asked, head bowed, eyes fixed on the ground in front of you. 

So he does not see the sparkle in your own eyes as you ask, “Do you think that a single water deer is a sufficient sacrifice for such a request? Why should I grant you this?”

His eyes widen, but he doesn’t lift his head. “I am sorry, my Goddess. I know that you love the animal, but there are so few these days… it was all I could manage to hunt.” Fingers twisting in the hem of his tunic, he wishes that he had done more. Wishes that he was more. “I have spent years studying you. Traveled the world over to learn everything I could. Gave up my home, all my possessions, my - my relationships.” He finally tips his head up to glance at your face. It’s too much, your resplendence wraps his tongue in knots, and he quickly averts his gaze so he can speak. “I have sacrificed everything for you. Please. Am I… enough?” 

The swell of the ocean behind him fills his ears as he waits for your response, heart nearly beating out of his chest. Hoping that you will deem him worthy, but assuming you won’t. Then he gasps as you gently grasp his chin, turning his head until your eyes lock onto his. Your irises are a dazzling golden shade, quite unearthly, gleaming with a playful curiosity.

All the blood in his head rushes away from his face and directly to his groin.

“You have given up everything? Devoted yourself entirely to me, and no one else?” 

The longer you hold his jaw, the more he hardens. He wants you to stop. He wants you to never stop. He wants you to hold him elsewhere. He needs to rid himself of these debasing thoughts and focus on your glory. But his flesh is weak, and his erection grows stronger.

“Yes,” he whispers finally. “Only you. I am yours.” 

Searching his gaze for lies, you find only the truth. He hides nothing. If you asked him to jump on the pyre right now, to give the last bit of life he has left to you, Hercules himself could not stop him. 

How can you not reward such devotion? 

“Very well.” Releasing his chin, you step back, raising your arms to the heavens. 

As Jungkook drops to his knees in awe, you rise into the air, enveloped in a brilliant white light. Again, he has to guard his eyes so they do not burn out of his skull. His heart beats faster than ever before. It worked? He’s really saved everyone??

“I call upon every star in the night sky - brothers and sisters, lend me your strength, your power!” you thunder, and Jungkook quakes where he lays. “I will strike this world down in a cleansing fire and start anew! Let it BURN!” Your sonorous voice whips around the two of you and the pyre is extinguished by its might alone. 

“What?!” Jungkook shouts into the roar. He still cannot see you, unable to open his eyes for more than a second lest he be struck blind. “No! Please, Goddess, no!” 

Instantly, the din dies away. The light fades enough that he peeks at you with narrowed eyes. 

“No? You do not wish for me to cleanse this world?” 

Jungkook thinks his heart might explode. This isn’t what he’d wanted at all. Has he made a mistake? “I thought… the ancient myths said that you would return one day and bring a Golden Age to the earth. And the world would know peace.” 

“Yes, precious one.” Returning to your mortal form, you approach the protective little ball that Jungkook has curled into. “And this is what that means. A Golden Age, without mortals. A planet in balance with itself again. A new beginning.” You tilt your head sympathetically. “One born of humanity’s end.” 

“I.. I do not want that.” His voice is quiet, as if he is afraid that he might stir your anger. “I only wanted to help them, not hurt them. There must be some way to help. But not like this.” He gazes at you, dark eyes full of sorrow, and your ancient heart stirs with a pang of sudden tenderness, for this tortured soul. “Please, Goddess.” 

More of Jungkook’s hair has shaken loose from his hair tie thanks to the fury earlier, and strands float around his face, catching in the cool night air as you sigh softly. “Rise again, precious one. Do not fear. I will not burn the world tonight. Or any other night.”

“You won’t?” 

You shake your head. “No. I could not, even if I wanted to.”

The bewilderment on his face makes you giggle, a delicate chiming like the ringing of bells. It’s a delightful sound. Even in his confusion, it sends Jungkook's heart racing.

“I am bound by the work of the Moirai just as you are. The fate of this world was decided long ago. As was mine. And it is not for me to destroy this world.” You pause, letting the words sink in. “Nor is it for me to save it.” 

“Then if you could not…” he trails off, trying to understand.

“I was merely enjoying myself. I am sorry, precious one. I do not mean to cause you pain or distress. I simply could not help myself. It has been a long time since I’ve had the chance to demonstrate my might.” You grin, and he is startled at how human the action is. 

“Then, there won’t be a Golden Age for us after all.” He’s still measuring your words in his mind. Comprehending their weight.

“No. I am afraid that it is not written in the stars.” 

Jungkook blinks slowly. “Is that - is that a joke?” 

The joy he felt at the dainty peals of your giggles pales in comparison to the pure euphoria he experiences as you burst into full-bodied laughter. It’s like every cell in his body reverberates with the wondrous sound. Soon he too joins in. 

There is something about this disciple of yours that pleases you far beyond any before. Such a lovely soul he has, to say nothing of that enchanting smile. Perhaps it's just the effect of having someone believe in you for the first time since you fled this world ages ago, to hide away amongst the stars. Whatever it is, you feel invigorated. Alive again after so long. 

But as his laughter fades, Jungkook's wide eyes fill with sadness, and you furrow your brow. “I am sorry, precious one. I know that this is not what you had hoped to hear. It is very kind of you to wish for such a thing, but I cannot grant it. But you have summoned me, and I am here now. Is there anything else that I could give you instead? Another way to reward your faithfulness?” 

He is lost for words. You wish to reward him? 

When he does not answer, you take another step towards him, until you are close enough that he can feel your breath on his face. His catches.

“Perhaps I can comfort you, at least?” 

As you move to embrace him, he suddenly draws away, turning his back to you. 

“Precious one?”

Staring out over the ocean, he hunches over himself slightly, trying to cover his bulge. He’s still so hard. Even in his complete fear earlier, it never went away. Why can’t he control himself? “Why do you keep calling me that?” 

“Because you are. Your mortal life is short, and therefore precious. Would you prefer that I call you by your name, Jungkook?” 

He glances back at you in surprise. “When did you - I never said - “

Only Selene shines brighter than your smile. “Of course I know your name. But why do you turn away?” 

“I - I can’t… I do not want to sully you, my Goddess.” 

“Sully?” Frowning, you reach out, touching his shoulder. Your fingers are so warm, the heat bleeding through the loose folds of his shirt. He moans at the sensation, and shrinks further into himself, ashamed. 

Oh. Of course. Another silly myth. These mortals have always told such ridiculous tales. 

“Do not hide yourself from me. There is nothing shameful about your body. When you worship me, you should do so with all of you.” Your hand on Jungkook’s shoulder tugs at him, urging him to turn. He obeys, but shame clings to him, etched into the sharp angles of his face. “Not just with this,” your fingers brush his forehead, “or this,” now they press over his heart, “but with everything.” Warmth lingers where your fingers have been, as if a fire is being lit inside him, ember by ember.

But you haven’t pulled away. As your hand trails down his chest and over his stomach, he sucks in a quick breath. Surely, you’re not going to - 

Gently, you palm his erection. Stroke its length lovingly, fingertips curling around, making Jungkook’s eyes roll back in his head. 

“Goddess!” 

“Yes, precious one, I am here.” 

You’re teasing him. He can hear it in your tone. And feel it in the way you drag your fingers excruciatingly slowly along his cock. Again, he struggles to accept that any of this is happening. 

“But you - you are…” The words stick in his throat, choking him as your hand continues to fondle. You flash him an encouraging smile and he tries again. “The myths describe you as the virgin maiden of innocence and p-purity. I don’t wish to…” His sentence dissolves into a wordless cry as you lightly squeeze him through his pants.

“To what? To defile me?” His wanton groan makes you laugh. 

You aren’t impervious to his good looks. Truly, he is one of the most beautiful mortals you’ve ever seen, with a face that would send Aphrodite into one of her legendary furies. And his body - so broad and strong, toned muscles flexing as he strains to hold himself still and not rut into your hand like he so desperately wants. 

No, you’re not immune at all, and the more he resists, the more you want to make him fall apart. 

“Once again, I fear that you have given too much credence to the stories you have read, precious one. Yes, I protect the innocent and the pure, but the virgin epithet was never my doing.” You finally release your grip on him, and he relaxes, but only very slightly. “The withered old men who spun those tales made assumptions. As if purity is only possible for those who remain unbedded.” Scoffing, you give him a wry smile. “As if any of them were ever pure themselves, even before they participated in such delights. How did they become the authority?" 

His mouth opens and closes a few times as he absorbs everything you’ve said, unsure of how to respond. There is only one thing that he wants right now if you wish to reward him yet. But even after your reassuring explanation, he still cannot bring himself to utter the words.

You don’t wait for him to say anything, gliding forward to cup his face in your hands. Your thumbs brush over his high cheekbones and he sighs as a wave of contentment washes over him, seeping deep into his bones. The sparks in your eyes glow as you speak.

“This world may be wicked, but I can see that your heart is pure. As long as there are such as you in the world, there is hope yet. So do not worry yourself for tonight. I cannot save this world, but perhaps you will. One day.”

His buoyant heart feels as though it might take flight. He takes great comfort in what you tell him. And yet…

As he stands there, basking in your affection, it’s not quite enough. He yearns for more. Not just more of your praise, but more of your touch. But who is he to ask? Instead, he gazes at you with such open longing that you giggle in amusement.

“Tell me, Jungkook. Will you worship me tonight with all of you?” Cheeks still in your hands, he bites his lip, then nods. “Then I will do the same. If that is what you want.” 

Yes. Goddess yes, this is exactly what he wants. He nods again.

The corner of your mouth lifts. “I need to hear you say it, precious one. Tell me what you want.” 

Somehow, despite the wild hammering of his heart, his voice does not tremble. “I want you, Goddess.” 

The wind stirs, kicking up sand, and he shields his eyes with a shaking hand. When he looks again, the smoking ruins of his pyre are gone. In its place is a gentle fire, lighting a stretch of sand where a velvet cloth has been spread, the same shade of gold as your tunic, which has also vanished.

Jungkook knows that he shouldn’t stare, but he doesn’t have the power to look away, drinking in your naked form like a man taking his first sip of water after wandering the desert for years. 

Looking alone doesn’t quench his thirst. He aches to touch. 

But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just waits for your command. 

“Undress yourself for me.”

His fingers grip at the hem of his shirt, yanking the worn material over his head. You admire the way his biceps ripple in the flickering light of the fire as he tosses his clothing onto the edge of the blanket. And his Adonis belt, carved almost as finely as the statues of the gods that they sculpted in ancient days. He lets his hair down, shaking it loose from the hair tie. You can feel arousal starting to flow out of you as you wait, impatience suddenly rising. What is this feeling?

Ah. Need. You need him. 

So, you hold out your hands, beckoning. “Come, Jungkook. Come adore your Goddess.” 

He moves with the speed of Hermes, swiftly taking you in his arms. There is something reverent in the way he kisses you, imparting his devotion by holding back a little, chastely pressing his lips to yours. But soon he feels your tongue flicking against him, and before long he's thrusting his own into your mouth, eyes widening when you start to suck, caught off guard by the filthy action. For a heavenly creature, you kiss so wickedly. 

His chest tickles from your merry laughter as you pull him down to the silky fabric on the ground, covering your body with his. You try to recall the last time you had a mortal pressed between your legs like this and cannot. Even so, you’re sure none have ever felt this good before. His skin is cool where yours is hot, rough where yours is smooth, sharp where yours is soft. The contrasting sensations spur you to hold him tighter, seeking more of him. A thought occurs to you, and you giggle into his kiss, prompting him to break away.

“What is it?” he pants, face flushed as he peers at you with inquisitive eyes. Are you laughing at his eagerness?

“Nothing,” you reassure him, tucking a strand of long hair behind his ear. “I was just thinking that you’re absolutely divine.” You fondly tap a finger on the tip of his nose, and he ducks his head, flush deepening to a bold crimson. 

“Goddess,” he murmurs bashfully, mouth brushing against your neck. 

“Jungkook,” you reply playfully, fingers carding through his hair, nails raking over his scalp. He shivers uncontrollably and whispers your name into your burning skin. Offering a hushed prayer. Wrapping his dark roots around your fingers, you tug a little, and the whisper becomes a dulcet note. “Sing for me, my precious one. Let Polyhymnia lend you her voice so you can sing my name!” 

“Astraea,” he whimpers melodiously, rolling his hips into yours. “Beloved Astraea!” The pressure of his hard cock rubbing against your cunt leaves you keening, and emboldened by the sweet sound, he decides that you should be the one to sing. So he eases himself down your body, painting your neck and throat in hungry kisses, until he reaches your breasts.

Despite the chill in the air, a faint sheen of sweat covers your skin. Jungkook tongues at the drops, noting the salty tang. It tastes so human, he could almost believe that you’re another mortal lying here underneath him. If his eyes were closed, at least. Looking at you, there’s no way he could believe that you were anything less than the magnificent celestial being you are.

You sigh happily as his tongue swirls around one of your nipples, drenching the bud with saliva before he takes it into his mouth. “Yes, Jungkook,” you gasp, encouraging him to repeat the action with the other breast. He alternates between them for a few delicious moments, bathing you with his hot breath and luscious tongue, hands groping and kneading, enjoying your sighs until your hips start to buck under his chest, begging for his attention. 

“Please, precious one,” you whisper, and his gaze finds yours. “Your Goddess needs you.” 

The naked lust in your expression flames the fire inside him into a wild conflagration. He knows now that there’s no reason to hold back. You asked him to give all of himself, and he will. 

“Yes, Goddess,” he nods, mouth falling open as his tongue traces down your navel. The wet muscle dips into your belly button, making your stomach twinge, and you gasp as you feel his fingers sliding through the wetness between your legs. His breath hitches at the arousal that coats his hand. “Is this where you need me?” 

With a breathless nod from you, he shifts, settling himself further down on the cloth, legs hanging over the edge as he nudges yours apart. He props himself on his elbows and peers at you for a moment, savoring the view. It’s surreal, so unbelievable, that he could be here right now, gazing down at a literal Goddess, spread before him like a sumptuous feast.

He resolves not to waste a single moment and leans forward to press his zealous tongue to your soaking slit. 

He starts with small motions. Kisses your lips before opening you up, revealing your pretty pussy to his waiting mouth. The wind carries your angelic cries directly to his ear as he licks away, dragging the flat of his tongue through and around your entrance. He trails higher, seeking the tiny pearl throbbing above it, mouth latching on as you groan. 

When he feels you growing restless with the way he circles around but doesn’t quite reach where you need him most, deep inside, he gives in, and one of his long fingers parts your nether lips. 

“Ah, Jungkook!” 

He watches you with hooded eyes as you react to his ministrations. He was right. Of the two of you, you are the singer, turning the two syllables of his name into a glorious song, a repeating melody that you trill over and over. Not that he is quiet as he plunges another finger inside you, mouth finding your clit again. He whines into you, grinding his dick against the blanket beneath him, nearly delirious with desire. Every little noise, every little movement you make drives him closer to frenzy, and he has to pull away for a second to breathe deeply, calm himself enough to stay in the moment.

"Jungkook, m-my precious one, you devour your Goddess like a beast. Are you sure, ahh! Are you sure you are mortal?" you stutter, lifting your head to catch his eye, only to drop back with a gasp when he gives a particularly sharp suck to your clit.

“I live to serve you,” he husks, smirking, a brief flash of bravado before he buries his face again. 

Though it’s been literal ages since you were last brought to the precipice like this, you recognize that you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm. Your disciple’s talented tongue and hands have found the perfect rhythm, and the tension inside you builds. You clutch at your breasts, running one hand over your dewy skin while the other grabs at Jungkook, fingers wrapping around his bicep, squeezing hard. He merely grunts, chin nearly dripping with your slickness, too focused to mind.

Gods, but you've forgotten what wonders mortals are capable of! No wonder Zeus was constantly slipping away to cavort with the earthbound. Jungkook's mouth is relentless, licking and nipping at your tender flesh while his fingers curl and stroke that marvelous soft spot inside you, the one that turns you from an awe-inspiring deity into a mewling, soaking mess.

Jungkook can sense that you’re close when your hand tightens on his arm, vocalizations becoming faster and higher. The realization that you're about to climax because of him makes his cock twitch. Pausing just long enough to throw your legs over his shoulders, bringing your cunt closer to his gluttonous mouth, he returns to his work, eyebrows knitting together in concentration as he praises you with that blessed tongue of his.

His head swims, heavy, like he’s drunk on ambrosia. He’s never tasted the sweet nectar of the Gods himself, but he knows as he suckles at your clit that he doesn’t need to. The burst of honey that alights on his tongue as you cum for him is far more delicious than anything else could be. He groans nearly as loudly as you wail, lapping up every drop while you shudder beneath him.

Soon your cries die away, and you hold your arms open to him. "Jungkook. Come here." 

You kiss him lazily, reveling in the sensation of his soft lips, his skillful tongue. He is heavy on top of you, chest pressing you into the ground, pelvis flush against yours. He grinds into you, and you slide a hand down his side and inward, reaching for his swollen cock, knowing he must need some relief. 

He is so thick and hard in your hand, skin as silky as the velvet that you lie on. You skim your thumb along the vein that runs down the underside of his shaft, smiling as he groans helplessly. When your fingers wrap around his darkened tip and begin to slide, he drops his head to watch. 

“Goddess,” he hisses, “please.” 

“What is it, precious one?” Your strokes grow longer, reaching to the base of his cock and back. 

“I - I won’t last if you keep doing that.” He might explode at any second. Yet he can’t stop his hips as they start to tip forward, trying to thrust into your hand. 

“And that would be bad?” 

He grits his teeth as you twist your hand, thumb tracing over the slit in his head. You can feel his thighs tense as he tries to stave off his end. He succeeds, but just barely. 

You admire his restraint. And want to make him break it. 

“Please, Goddess,” he begs brokenly, propping himself up to meet your eyes. “I don’t want to finish this way.” 

“No? Tell me then, what you want.” 

“Inside you, please.” He finally takes your hand off his throbbing dick  and pins it to the ground, lacing his fingers through yours. He crushes his mouth to your shoulder, brushing hot kisses all over as he mumbles into your neck. “Please, let me fuck you, need to worship you with my cock, please!” 

Instantly, you roll, pushing him onto his back. Caught by surprise, he yields easily, willingly, staring up at you in total adoration. The moonlight bathes you in an ethereal glow as you gaze down at him, eyes glimmering roguishly, lips quirking in a soft smile.

No matter how long he lives, he knows he’ll never see anything as beautiful as his beloved Goddess. 

Your hand finds his hardness again, grips him gently. “Are you ready, precious one?” 

He nods.

Taking a deep breath, you rub his thick head along your folds, gathering the slickness there, before you line him up and start to sink down. 

The guttural groan that escapes you as you take him in shocks you. Your godhood seems to have fled your body, leaving behind nothing but a creature of pure primal desire. You moan once you’re fully seated on Jungkook’s cock, indulging in the incredible fullness that you feel. He twitches inside you, reminding you that you are not the only one in need here. 

Finally, you prepare to reward him. Leaning forward, you place your hands on Jungkook’s chest, ghosting your lips over his as you whisper, “Come, precious Jungkook. Give me everything.” 

His hands suddenly grab your hips tightly. Before you can start to move, he snaps his pelvis up into you. You shout his name, startled, but very pleased, breasts bouncing wildly as he begins to piston away. 

The sight beneath you is transcendent. Jungkook growls, an expression of fierce concentration on his handsome face as he plants his feet on the blanket and thrusts away frantically. You marvel at him with wide eyes, barely blinking, hoping that Mnemosyne will bless you by emblazoning this moment into your memory. Because this is something you never want to forget. The taste of his hungry mouth on yours as he pulls you down for a kiss. The smell of sex in the air, his musk and yours mixing to create something sensual and earthy and raw. The feel of him around you, under you, inside you. 

Oh, Gods, how good he feels inside you. His thick cock hits that glorious spot with every pump. You grip at your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingertips as he pounds into you. 

“Ah, yes, right there! Oh, Jungkook, you worship your Goddess so well!” 

He whines as you extol him loudly. Sweat drips down his face, but he doesn’t pause to wipe it away. All he wants is to please you. To feel you cum around his cock. His own orgasm is rising and bites his tongue, trying to distract from the unbelievable pleasure coursing through him. He’ll be damned if he finishes before you do. 

He releases one of your hips, bringing his hand to his mouth. As you watch curiously, he sucks two fingers into his mouth lewdly, moaning around the digits. You whimper at the debauched noise, then again as he finds your clit, fondling the sensitive nub feverishly.

“Yes, oh, yes, Jungkook! Ah, my precious Jungkook!” It’s happening again. There’s that pleasure building. A divine spark, about to blossom into something extraordinary. 

“Be-beloved Astraea,” Jungkook gasps, feeling you start to clench around him, “my Goddess!” 

“Come now, Jungkook, come, and give me everything, all of you, all of you, all -” Your babbling ceases as your climax crests. 

The spark ignites. 

Your head tosses back as you cum for Jungkook. Your quivering walls grip his cock like a vise, and he loses his rhythm, thrusts becoming jerky and erratic. 

“Astraea!” He sobs your name into the heavens, mouth gaping open as he finishes deep inside you, hot and white. 

The intensity of your climax leaves your legs shaking, clit pulsating under Jungkook’s still-moving fingers. You slump forward onto his chest, and his arms wind around your back, holding you close while he pumps away a few more times, until he’s utterly and completely spent. 

Neither of you speak for a few minutes, too busy panting to say anything. With you melted against him like this, he can feel your heart beating as riotously as his own. 

His fingers trace symbols on your back, composing invisible psalms. Inscribing your skin with the words he can’t say out loud. “Have I pleased you, my Goddess?” 

“Mmmm,” is your muffled response. You lift your face from his shoulder and smile. “Yes, precious one. I am most pleased.” You slip off of him, curling into his side with a blissful sigh. “And you? Was that a sufficient reward?” 

His eyes widen. “I - of course I - that was more than I deserve! I’m not worthy to even have imagined -”

Laughing, you press your lips to his, cutting off his incredulous sputtering. “Breathe, Jungkook. You are worthy of anything I choose to give you. Remember that.” 

He nods, cheeks turning red. After a moment, you turn onto your side, and pull his arm over you, so that your back is pressed against his chest. “Lie here with me for a little while?” 

“Anything for you, my Goddess.” 

He nuzzles his nose into the back of your head, breathing in deeply. Your hair smells like smoke and salt, the fire and ocean air imbuing the strands. But beneath that, there is a note of something ineffable. A scent that is uniquely you. He inhales again, trying to ingrain it into his mind like a brand. 

His arms tighten around your waist as he snuggles closer. After a few minutes, you realize his deep, even breathing means he is asleep. A pleased smile graces your lips as your heavy eyelids begin to close. You give in to the exhaustion that overwhelms your mortal form. Selene has not yet finished her nightly travels. Might as well rest for a little while.

Some time later, you awaken. A soft pink and orange glow over the ocean tells you that Eos stirs, preparing to drive away the night with her golden chariot. Jungkook still slumbers, innocent countenance completely relaxed. Tenderly, you stroke his cheek, and his eyes peek open. 

“Goddess,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. “You’re here. I thought it was a dream.” 

“No, there were no visits from Morpheus tonight,” you laugh, making him smile. He rolls onto his side to face you. “It was very real. And wonderful. But dawn is rising. I must go.” 

His eyebrows gather, and you gently press a finger to the space between them, smoothing away the wrinkle. 

“What is it, precious one?”

He sighs at the concern in your voice. He doesn’t mean to trouble you. “Nothing, my Goddess. I know you cannot stay.” He traces your lips with his thumb, flushing when you press a tiny kiss to his fingertip. “But if I… if I were to summon you again…”

“What would you ask of your Goddess now?” 

A thousand requests flit through his mind, each one greedier than the last. It would be selfish of him to want more. 

If only he were a selfish person.

After a moment of silent reflection, he just smiles. “Maybe the Moirai will bring us together again one day.” 

Beaming, you cup his face. “Anything is possible, precious one. Never lose your hope.”

He presses his mouth to yours. In the sun’s early rays, he kisses you slowly, languidly, trying to stretch these final moments into an eternity. But he is not Chronos, and time will not bend to his will. Before you pull away, you lightly rub your thumbs over his closed eyes, and he shivers as a strange tingle runs down his spine. A spark of warmth.

“Goodbye, my precious Jungkook.” 

“Goodbye, my beloved Astraea.” 

The wind rushes past him, leaving behind an empty silence. He opens his eyes. The blanket remains, as does the simmering ash of the fire. But you are gone. 

The beach is quiet now, save for the sound of waves crashing on the shore. As Jungkook shakes off the last vestiges of sleep, Eos crests the horizon. Jungkook rests his arms on his knees and tips his head back to gaze at the heavens. In the light blue expanse of the morning sky, the stars fade away one by one until only a single gleaming light remains. He smiles, the newfound sparkle in his eye matching the shimmering above.

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dick on the go (m)

❖ Pairing:  Taehyung x Reader 

❖ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Crack 

❖ Summary:  It was all shits and giggles when you and Taehyung were desperate seniors in High School, having no idea what to do with your lives, wondering if you’d ever find a decent job or even graduate in the first place. It is not so funny anymore when you come home from the big city to enjoy your vacation time and you find his sex-shop right in front of the house you grew up in when you were a kid. “If nothing works out I’m just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like ‘Dick on the Go’ or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.” He had said one time. Shit, you had no idea he actually meant it. ❖ Word Count: 20.752 words

❖ WARNINGS: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, cuss words, masturbation, oral (giving/receiving), rough sex, daddy kink, use of several toys, hair pulling, a drop of orgasm denial, unprotected sex, very subtle degradation.

You take a deep breath, your gaze fixed on the familiar scenery outside the train’s window, and it almost feels like your insides are unclenching and relishing in the feeling of being free after so many months lived squished together.

You have made this journey back and forth hundred times in the past five years or so and you know every inch of the road by memory but it doesn’t hinder its healing effects on both your body and mind.

The ride is a couple of hours long but you do enjoy every last bit of it, at least when it’s bringing you back home.

Your home is more than just a place with four walls and a roof on top, no, home is your roots an, ultimately, that inner part of you, the true self you are forced to hide under fake masks to survive in the city.

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Appetence

☼ Pairing: Seokjin x reader

☼ Genre: A/B/O dynamics, omega!reader, Alpha!CEO!Seokjin, fluff, smut, PWP

☼ Count: 7.8K

☼ Warnings: mating cycles (rut), feral Seokjin, big dick Seokjin, manhandling, dirty talk, teasing, spitting, hard dom Seokjin, (light) degradation, oral (f + m receiving), face fucking, deepthroating, cum swallowing, facial, cum play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bruising, squirting, unprotected, biting, knotting, creampie, minor breeding kink, fingering, cum eating, rough sex, aftercare 

☼ Summary: appetence (n.) - an eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or a natural bond

It’s time for Seokjin’s rut. Are either of you prepared for this step?

☼ Sequel to Kairos (not necessary to read first; this can be read alone and you won’t be confused)

☼ a/n: Surprise! Our favorite soft alpha is back! And decidedly less soft this time. I wanted to explore Seokjin in rut this time and have there be a difference to how he behaves when reader is in heat. I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

☼ Second a/n: This wasn’t intended to be such, but it actually kind of worked out. Lovely @ladyartemesia​‘s birthday just passed and she’s been such a big fan of Kairos that it’s honestly so fitting that the sequel releases near her birthday. I hope you had a wonderful day, a wonderful person like you deserves nothing less, Vi! 💙💙

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