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you guys miss me? should i write some more? i probably should.

Do you have a masterlist🥹? Love your stories btw❤️❤️!!!

thank you so much. i do, but it’s so old. i need to update it.

hi. I'm sorry, but I just need to clarify this. I remember seeing that all the fics on your blog were originally by @blkjmn. but I can't seem to find their Tumblr anymore so I hope this is not plagiarism. and if it isn't, can I assume that this is blkjmn's new account?

hey, yeah. i’m still blkjmn, i just changed my user to hskrealm. it’s still me, don’t worry! thank you for your concern, though.

thank you guys for all of the support on sugar.

sugar? (m.)

𓆩♱𓆪 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

𓆩♱𓆪 genre: horror, smut, just a bit of crack

𓆩♱𓆪 word count: 5k

𓆩♱𓆪 warnings: extremely heavy trigger warnings, cnc themes (reader does not consent to events that happen within the sexual scenes), aggressive behavior, 0 to 100 really fucking fast, murder / murder themes, language, etc.

𓆩♱𓆪 summary: it’s time to meet your neighbor.

———> a/n: i’m serious, this is some heavy stuff. do not read if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable. if you decide to read on, i hope you enjoy.

"Shit." This was the last box in your car, and you nearly tripped over yourself trying to push it into the corner. You slump over onto the floor, careful not to bust your ass on your way down. You'd been moving all day, you were starving, and your feet were on fucking fire.

You take a moment to catch your breath, pulling your knees up to your chest as you stare out into the hallway of your new room.

Yeah, you were moving. It had been forever since your last move, but this time, you had a roommate. You'd met her during your first year of college, and the two of you collectively decided to move off campus and rent an apartment together. Crazy decision, it appeared, but the two of you made it work.

You'd been extremely close to her since you met during orientation, and moving in together seemed like a step in the right direction.

"It looks a little bare." You snap your head up a bit, your roommate propped up against the doorframe with her hands on her hips. Not having the energy to carry a decent conversation, you nod once.

"Of course, we'll have to add decorations, give it the whole nine, and it'll look great." She continues on as she approaches you, and offers you her hand. You grab it, and she pulls most of your weight off of the ground on her own.

"It's so quiet here." You finally speak. It was the middle of the day, (on a Friday) when you two started moving your things in, and you hadn't seen a single person your age around the complex anywhere. You were beginning to think you'd moved into an area that might've been well known for housing old people.

"We just got here. We'll have to find out where the hot spots are later, after we've gotten comfortable with the place." You give a quick look around the room where all of your belongings sat, and you tsk.

"It might take a while for that." You respond. She nudges your side, and you shrug.

"You did get the bigger bedroom though. That's a start." She begins, examining the space where you two stood.

"It's also the room closest to the front door. If someone were to come in here, they'd kill me first, I'm certain." She laughs at your response, and walks in a small circle around you, motioning her head toward the window in the room.

"Maybe, or you could be luring someone into murder you by giving them the exact layout of your room." You follow her eyes, and notice that the blinds of the window were open.

"You know I didn't open them myself." You speak, walking over to the window to twist the rod and shut the blinds. You hated having the sunlight wake you up, and you were never the type to open them without reason. Especially considering that you were just moving in, opening the blinds was definitely not going to happen.

"I'm just fucking with you." She pauses, and you turn to face her again.

"Maybe." You shove at her shoulder, and walk past her to leave the room. She follows behind you, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments. It was as if you were both reminiscing on what your futures could hold here, together. You were still quite young, so anything could be subject to change, and you were okay with that.

One life, live it.

"We got everything moved in, that was the goal, I can't do anything else." Your friend hums in agreement from behind you, and you watch her glance toward the front door; probably to ensure that one of you had locked it beforehand. It was a habit she'd picked up from you. Of course, when you live in such close confinement with someone, you're bound to pick up some things from them. From her, you received the inability to flirt.

You always had that, though.

"I'm headed to bed. Wake up early tomorrow so we can be ready to head out and get some breakfast." Considering you just moved in, you had no food. Plus, you could hear a freshly cooked waffle calling your name. God, you were starving.

"Alright, see you in the morning. Love you." You return her sentiment, and the two of you part for the night. You could practically hear your mattress screaming for you to settle into it, and you were prepared to do just that.

----

Much to your dismay, you were still woken up by the sun peering at you through the blinds. Even though you'd closed them, the glare still managed to wake you from your sleep.

With an annoyed groan, you roll over onto your side, and grab your phone to check the time. It was 8:03 am.

Even though you'd wanted to wake up early, you forgot to set an alarm last night due to your tiredness. Maybe the sun wasn't such a bad thing, in that case.

No, it definitely was.

You roll out of your bed, and head into the bathroom to take care of your business. You take a shower, brush your teeth, wash your face, and doll yourself up for the day. You should have checked up on your roommate to make sure she was awake so you two could leave on time, but the thought slipped your mind. By the time you finished, it was 9:27 am.

You stand in front of your mirror to make sure you didn't have a hair out of place. Once you were sure you were content, you decide to peek into your best friend's room to make sure she was awake. When you heard the sink running, you nodded to yourself, and returned back to your bedroom.

Upon reentering your room, you hear faint talking outside of your window. It was loud enough for you to be certain that someone was there, but not distinct enough for you to understand what was being said.

You get closer to the window, and try to peer through the blinds without opening them. Upon realizing that you could not see a single thing, you open the blinds slightly, and quickly close them afterward.

You take a few seconds to rearrange your thoughts, before peeking through the blinds again.

Fuck.

There was someone there, absolutely.

At this stage of your life, you were still trying to decipher if you were really into men, but you were certainly into this one.

You couldn't see his face very well, but you did see a small, bushy tailed animal running around outside with him. After a few moments of long, hard staring, you were able to make it out as a cat.

God, you really hoped no one could see you looking through the blinds at this man like a weirdo.

He was attractive. He was wearing a black, loose shirt with a pair of black cargo pants, even though it had to have been at least 90 degrees. He had on thick, heavy black boots which probably added about three or so inches to his height. Even then, he was likely taller than you.

When he angled himself to face you, you could see what appeared to be a full sleeve of tattoos, or at least a half sleeve. You changed your position a bit, aiming to get a better view of his face. He had soft, full lips. When he opened his mouth wider, you saw a quick glimpse of metal before he closed it again.

God, did he have a tongue piercing?

He stopped moving for a moment, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. He stood completely still, and so did you. It wasn’t until you realized that he was walking closer to your window that you widened your eyes comically, and sank onto the floor with a quiet curse.

Silence.

It was so quiet.

You move to peek again, wondering if you scared the boy away, until you hear three light knocks against the window.

He knows, fuck. He definitely does.

Owning up to your decision to spy on him in the first place, you decide to pull the blinds up completely, lifting the window up as well, so there was no barrier between the two of you any longer.

Well, there was still the screen behind the window, but now, the two of you were face to face, and man.

He was so fucking cute.

He had an eyebrow piercing, long black hair that was a tousled mess (but he still managed to wear it well), and his features were probably sculpted by an angel that had too much time on their hands.

You wondered what you looked like at this moment; on your knees in front of your window, getting caught gawking at some random boy who just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

He picks up the cat with one hand, and the kitty meows softly, beginning to take gentle bites at his finger. He maintains firm eye contact with you, however, and you're wondering if he's about to question your choice of hobbies, when a large smile spreads across his face.

"You like cats, huh?" He says, and you resist the urge to widen your eyes again. He had such a distinct, boyish voice, which seemed to be a major contrast from his appearance. You appreciated the difference, though.

Seeing as he was the first person around your age you'd seen so far, you were trying your best to keep your cool, and avoid any further awkwardness.

"Uh, yeah. I do, I just didn't know there was someone else out there. Figured it may have been a stray." He hums as you speak and nods his head. He examines you for a moment, before silence falls over the two of you once more.

"I don't think I've seen you around before, and I'd remember if I had." You raise an eyebrow at this. Would he remember you because he found you attractive, or because there weren't many young adults around?

"Yeah, my friend and I just moved in yesterday, actually. Trying to settle into the place." You run your hands down your thighs. You desperately wanted to stand, but you'd be standing, talking to a headless body on the other side.

The stranger could sense this, it seemed, because he also raised an eyebrow at the way you were sat on the ground.

"It's pretty unfortunate that we had to meet through a window, isn't it? Stand up, you don't need to be on the ground. I'll bend down." He says, opening his arms to let the cat run free.

"Your cat won't run away?" You ask, causing him to laugh heartily.

"Nah, she loves me." You pull yourself up onto your feet slowly, and by the time you've adjusted your clothing, the boy is, in fact, bent over, tattooed arms pressed against the window, and his face as close to yours as it could get due to the barrier between the two of you.

"Are you from around here?" You shake your head.

"I went to a nearby college, but decided to transfer to an area that seemed more my style. I go to the local university here now." He nods as you speak, still keeping firm eye contact with you as you explain your move to him.

It might have seemed very odd that you were explaining the last few months of your life to some random boy, but that's essentially what it was like on campus, anyway. What's the difference?

"I just graduated from there last year. I'm down here for work now. I've moved constantly, and I'm looking to settle."

"What did you study?" You ask.

"Criminology." You nod slowly. In college, you learned quickly that a person's appearance does not equate to what they choose to study. Some of the most adorable people you knew studied some intense things.

"Congratulations on graduating then, uh..." You trail off.

"Jungkook."

"Right. Congratulations, Jungkook." He lets out a little laugh.

"What are you studyi--"

"Alright, I'm done. My makeup looks pretty good today, right? I tried that new lipstick I bought when we went to the store." Your best friend rummages into your room. You glance over your shoulder at her, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook has his eyebrow raised.

While you are distracted, he uses this time to glance around your room.

She joins you at your side, and nods her head over to the boy in front of the window. He waves at her, smile as pure as ever.

"Who's the dude?"

"Jungkook, I'm your neighbor down in C3." Your friend nods, giving you a look of suspicion before glancing toward him again.

"It's been a pleasure, Jungkook, but we've got to get going." You speak. Your friend nods, and he stands to his feet slowly, patting his thighs as the cat goes running up to his legs.

"I didn't catch your name." He states firmly.

"It's ________. That's Ivory, my roommate." He smiles softly. Ivory waves her hand at him.

"Pleasure to meet you ladies as well. Come and give me a knock if you ever need some sugar." You chuckle, and he does the same. With one final nod, he dismisses himself.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in, and turn around to face your roommate. She has an expectant look on her face, and one of her eyebrows is still raised.

"What? Meeting the neighbors was on our list of things to do." You state, as you push the latches on the window shut to lock it. Considering you weren't the type of person to be so forward, you surprised yourself at the interaction you just had.

She playfully rolls her eyes, and grabs your wrist. You reach for your purse and wallet on your bed quickly, before she has the chance to drag you out of the room.

----

You two spend the rest of the day out, buying little things to decorate the apartment (including curtains, so the sun wasn't glaring in your face in the mornings), little groceries, and whatever else you could remember. The sun was beginning to set by the time you returned home, and just like yesterday, you were beat, and so was your best friend.

You assumed that you would be all caught up on sleep by the time you woke up the next day, and your assumption proved to be correct.

Buying those curtains was a great decision, because you woke up on your own accord, and you were feeling great. Still, you were going to make yourself a cup of coffee, but you felt well rested enough to continue about your day and set some things up around your new place.

You head into the kitchen to grab a mug and your coffee grounds. While your machine works itself up, you look around the kitchen. Things were bare, so it didn't feel very 'homey' quite yet, but you were sure to fix that within the next few days.

As your roommate was still sleeping, you're careful not to make too much noise as you're preparing your coffee. Your stomach grumbles as it brews, and the smell slowly begins to fill the kitchen. Even though there was no sugar or creamer, it still smelled great. Either that, or you were hungry as hell.

Probably the latter.

After you've prepared your cup, you take a few quick sips, careful not to burn your tongue. You nod at the taste. This was exactly what you needed to get a head start on your day.

You'd just cleaned the kitchen of the little mess you made, when there's three knocks at your front door. They weren't loud, but they were firm. You're quiet for a second before the knocks pick up again, with the same intensity as before.

"Just a second!" You call out, wondering if your voice held as much confusion as your face did.

"Take your time." You knew that voice. It had only been a day, but you could register well enough.

You look through the peephole just to be sure, and sure enough, Jungkook is stood on your doormat with his hands tucked into his pockets, his head down as if he were looking at his shoes.

You unlock the front door, coffee still in hand, and you're met with a warm smile. You return it, though not as bright as his. It was early morning, or at least you thought. How he could have so much energy was beyond you.

"What's up?" You question, an eyebrow raised as you take another sip.

"Got any sugar?" You couldn't help but to laugh. Never in your life would you have imagined someone presenting you with that line.

As you continue to laugh, Jungkook smiles.

"What? I'm serious. I wanted to make myself a cup of coffee, but I'm all out of sugar. I see you've had the same idea." He says, nodding his head in your direction. You hum.

"Didn't you tell me to knock on your door if I ever needed sugar? Already failing to keep promises, are we?" You joke, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Besides, I just put it away. You're short by just a minute or two. Sorry about that." You joke, and he raises an eyebrow.

"If you aren't going to offer me the sugar, you could at least invite me in. Your coffee smells fresh." He taunts in return. Now, you raise an eyebrow.

You weren't opposed to the idea, but your roommate was sleeping. You would never knowingly invite someone over without telling her first, out of pure decency. He would have plenty of other chances to get sugar from you some other time.

"Fine, you got me. I'll give you the sugar, but I better see it back before the sun goes down." You turn away from the door as you finish your sentence, and walk back into the kitchen to grab the sugar for Jungkook.

When you return, he has a boyish smile on his face.

"Was hoping you'd welcome me in, but this is what I asked for, isn't it." You lean against the doorframe, and he stares at you for a moment with the sugar held in one of his hands.

There was a strong silence, but there was something eerie about it. A light breeze passes outside, and it tousles Jungkook's hair a bit, so only one of his eyes is visible to you now.

There was something so interesting about his face. He appeared to be pale, though he had a healthy glow about his skin that made him appear as if he were a real life mythical creature. He truly was carefully sculpted.

"Did you hear? The weather is supposed to get very bad tonight." You raise both of your eyebrows in surprise. You surely hadn't heard.

"No, I haven't heard that. I still get weather alerts for the old town I used to live in. Thank you for the heads up, though." He nods.

"If you have any candles, flashlights, or anything of that sort, go ahead and lay them out. Weather isn't bad here often, but when it is, it's terrible." You nod, as does he.

"Thanks for the sugar, _____. I'll be sure to pay you another visit to return it."

"Hope you do. You stay careful tonight too, by the way." He smiles, bows politely, and walks away with the sugar in hand. You close the door once he's out of sight, and think over your interaction.

There was something about that boy.

You down the rest of your coffee before it gets cold, wash out your cup, and start putting kitchen utensils away in the drawers. You and your best friend already agreed that she would tackle the living room, and you would handle the kitchen. By the time you were finishing up, which was about an hour or two after your interaction with Jungkook, she was beginning to stir in her sleep.

Moments later, she meets you in the kitchen with half opened eyes, and her tank top twisted around her breasts. You stifle a laugh, and place your hand over your mouth.

"Your titties are out."

"No they're not."

Instead of responding, you fix her top for her, and the expression on her face after you do so causes you to fall into a fit of laughter.

She rubs her face and sighs loudly.

"I need to head back out and grab a few more things for the living room. You want to come with me?" You shake your head.

"No, I need to finish up in here." You were nearly done, and if you left right now, you knew you weren't going to finish when you came back. She nods in understanding.

"Jungkook came by a while ago." You continue.

"Again? It's ten right now. Who wakes up that early?"

"He does, I guess. He took our sugar so he could make some coffee, but he also said that there was going to be bad weather later. So whatever you need to get done, have it finished before it gets late so you're not stuck in it."

"Sure, mom." You roll your eyes.

"I'm serious."

"I know, I'll be back before then." She says, and you nod.

About an hour later, she's out of the front door, and you're back to finishing the kitchen.

Once your feet are so sore that you're certain they'll burn if you continue to stand, you find that you're finished with the kitchen. Everything is in place, the kitchen decorations are set up nicely, and now, you're starting to feel a little more at home.

It hadn't been long since your friend left, and Jungkook still hadn't brought your sugar back. He was cute and all, but if he was that desperate for your sugar that he couldn’t even bring it back, he would've been on your hit list.

You were going to be by yourself for a few hours, so you’d use the time to do some self care.

You pour yourself a glass of sparkling water, run a bath, light some candles, grab your speaker, and a robe. If the weather was going to get bad anyway, you wanted to go ahead and get yourself clean to avoid showering in a thunderstorm, or possibly something worse.

You strip yourself of your clothing, slip into the bathtub, and close your eyes.

You successfully shaved, listened to a few songs, and performed some other self care acts, but you fell asleep soon after that. It wasn't your first tine falling asleep in the bath, but certainly the cold water around your body was not something pleasant to wake up to.

You drain the bath, and run a quick shower to remove any excess suds from your body. You blow out your candles, slip on your robe, and your slippers. Reaching for your phone that you set on the counter at some point, you check the time.

5:48.

She still wasn't home yet. She did text you a bit ago to check in, though, which you smile at.

You let her know that you're okay, and she needs to come home soon.

In the meantime, you apply a facemask, and sit on the couch to let it dry for thirty minutes.

You hear a loud crash of thunder just a few moments later.

So, the boy was right.

You were thankful that it didn't occur when you were sleeping in the bath, but now your main concern was you roommate. You just put your mask on, also. Worst case scenario, if the power went out, you'd have to wash it off with cold water.

You leaned over the couch to hit the light switch on the wall, and when the lights in the room didn't illuminate, you realized that you were, in fact, without power. You were sure they'd come back on within a few hours. Thankfully, most of the food you went shopping for earlier consisted of things that wouldn't expire without being refrigerated.

You planned ahead unintentionally, which you were thankful for.

Wait a second.

If the power was out...

You quickly stand to your feet and head to the front door.

Sure enough, it was unlocked.

Your front door locked electronically using a code, but specifically for instances such as these, there was still a manual lock.

You lock the door, and jiggle the knob a bit to ensure that you'd locked it.

This meant that when your roommate returned home, you'd need to open the door for her. You didn't think to tell her to grab the key before she left, but you wouldn't fall asleep without making sure she made it back safely first.

Remembering that you'd left your phone on the bathroom counter, you stumble around in the darkness to grab it. The screen doesn't light up, and you continuously click the power button on and off with silent curses under your breath.

You didn't charge your damn phone, the candles you'd lit from your bath were blown out and you don't know what you did with the lighter, you didn't get a flashlight out even though you were warned to, and you still had this damn face mask on.

Goddamnit.

Using careful steps and your sense of touch (by pressing your palms against the wall so you wouldn't trip and fall straight onto your fucking face), you make your way to the sink and wipe your face clean of the mask. You decide to let your skin air dry. It took you two years to make it to the sink alone, you didn't want to fish around for a towel.

Using the same carefulness as before, you step out into the hallway and feel around for the couch, grabbing onto the fabric until you can make out a seat.

You sit down with a loud sigh, and stare blanky into the darkness.

The power was out. Your phone was dead. You were fucked.

The only option you had was to wait for your roommate, so that's what you did. You sat, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of the only light source being the lightning strikes from outside, you register the sound of the front door being unlocked.

You don't remember her taking her key, but maybe she already had it in her purse.

The door opens.

"______?" She questions. You stand up, but you don't move toward her. There would be no use in the both of you stumbling around like idiots if neither of you could see anything.

"I wanted to call you, but I forgot to charge my phone. I'm just glad you're fucking back. I'm right in front of the couch." You say, relief flooding your veins.

There was shuffling, but otherwise, it was completely silent.

You assumed she was trying to make her way over to you. Her remaining quiet while doing so was a little out of character, but then again, you've never been in a power outage with her, and certainly not as her roommate.

"I'm right at the end here, you'll feel me once you make it to the arm." You speak to prevent silence from filling the room.

You feel a gust of wind brush past your face, and a presence in front of you. Even though you couldn’t see, it was simply one of those moments where you could feel someone standing there.

"Good, you found me. Look at you." You joke.

Still, silence.

"Don't just stand in front of me like a weirdo. Say something, come on." You laugh again, though there was a sense of uneasiness in your voice.

You silently reach for her hand, and when she intertwines her fingers with yours, you squeeze her hand. She was cold to the touch, but then again, she came home in the rain.

"Hello?" You call out emptily. The two of you would make a joke about things like that in horror movies, so you at least expected a laugh out of her.

And a laugh you got, but it was not from Ivory.

Seconds later, her hand is replaced with a larger, much firmer one.

"Ivory?" Your voice breaks.

Jungkook laughs before speaking,

"I'm afraid not."

You feel the urge to burst into tears.

"Get the fuck out of here, you fucking freak!" You scream, which earns you a slap to the cheek.

With a forceful push, your back is pressed against the couch cushions, and your bare pussy is exposed to the cold air of the room.

You immediately close your legs and try to keep quiet. Once he was close enough, you'd kick him in the fucking face.

As soon as you begin to prepare to lift your legs and get into the ideal position to whack your intruder in the nose, a hand is placed around your ankles, before cold metal follows afterward.

You scream, though Jungkook doesn't bother to shut you up anymore. He was very well aware that most, if not damn near all of the neighborhood that you two lived in consisted of the elderly, and even if their old ears did manage to pick up the sound of you screaming, none of them would do a single thing about it.

"I know, I know." Jungkook says, as if he were soothing a crying baby to sleep.

"You know," You can feel him shuffling once more, and much to your fright, you can feel his breath against the back of your thighs.

“You should do better research about the environments you choose to reside in. I’m the only other person your age around here aside from your roommate, and you don’t find that odd?” You thrash and jolt around as he angles your hips up a bit, so he could sit his head right underneath them. The more you fought, the more you expelled your energy, which would only end up in Jungkook's favor.

“You’re a stupid girl.”

Your fight or flight instincts had been engaged. You sure as hell couldn't fight, and running with cuffs around your legs would be impossible.

Your hands, however, were free.

You begin to swing your fists wildly into the area, though Jungkook is not close enough for you to actually land a hit. You arch your back up off of the couch, and stretch forward as far as you possibly can. You grab ahold of his hair, and pull as hard as you can.

This causes him to giggle wildly. The amount of energy you wasted trying to fight him back now catches up to you, and you fall back onto the couch with a loud thud. Simultaneously, Jungkook begins to spread your pussy lips with his fingers. Without hesitation, he buries his face in your cunt, as your cries, sobs, and screams reverberate off of the walls in the living room.

You were right about one thing, however. That little metal ball in his mouth was definitely a tongue piercing, and under much different circumstances, it could have been flattering on him.

He was disgusting.

Jungkook's tongue moves from your pussy, to your clit, and a few licks were given to your asshole. He consumes your juices as if he'd never eaten anything prior to this moment. His gruff moans and grumbles are barely heard as he continues to devour you like his last meal.

You cover your face in shame, your chest rising and falling quickly as you continue to scream and cry.

"When I saw you, I figured you would be loud. Look at that, mm," He replaces his fingers with his tongue as he continues to taunt you. At this rate, your cries begin to slow, and to your dismay, pleasure settles in.

"Let's make it quick then, honey." He presses his hand against your lower stomach, and you squeeze your eyes shut. You felt as if you were going to pee on him, and even if you had, maybe he would be prompted to get the fuck away from you and leave you alone.

Instinctively, you close your thighs in, though Jungkook keeps them spread apart. You release, making a mess of yourself, him, and your couch. He basks in this, talking you through your uncontrollable orgasm. His words just go into one ear and out of the other, your vision becoming blurry just a few moments afterward.

He removes his fingers from your cunt, and pops them into his mouth. You feel your ankles being freed of the cuffs, and Jungkook's large hand rubbing over the marks that were left there. You don't even have the energy to jolt away from him anymore.

You lay lifelessly for a few moments, not even reacting when the lights in your apartment come back on.

Jungkook grabs your chin and turns your head, to where you see your roommate's lifeless body, with a belt around her neck, and a piece of cloth in her mouth.

You shriek at the top of your lungs, and he stands.

"I'll bring your sugar back tomorrow."

sugar!!!!!! Omg. it was so thrilling. So well written!!!!!

thank you so much. i’m glad you enjoyed it.

heyyy sugar was really good. creepy, scary but good 😭 ty <3

pffft, thank you so much. that was the goal.

sugar? (m.)

𓆩♱𓆪 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

𓆩♱𓆪 genre: horror, smut, just a bit of crack

𓆩♱𓆪 word count: 5k

𓆩♱𓆪 warnings: extremely heavy trigger warnings, cnc themes (reader does not consent to events that happen within the sexual scenes), aggressive behavior, 0 to 100 really fucking fast, murder / murder themes, language, etc.

𓆩♱𓆪 summary: it’s time to meet your neighbor.

———> a/n: i’m serious, this is some heavy stuff. do not read if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable. if you decide to read on, i hope you enjoy.

"Shit." This was the last box in your car, and you nearly tripped over yourself trying to push it into the corner. You slump over onto the floor, careful not to bust your ass on your way down. You'd been moving all day, you were starving, and your feet were on fucking fire.

You take a moment to catch your breath, pulling your knees up to your chest as you stare out into the hallway of your new room.

Yeah, you were moving. It had been forever since your last move, but this time, you had a roommate. You'd met her during your first year of college, and the two of you collectively decided to move off campus and rent an apartment together. Crazy decision, it appeared, but the two of you made it work.

You'd been extremely close to her since you met during orientation, and moving in together seemed like a step in the right direction.

"It looks a little bare." You snap your head up a bit, your roommate propped up against the doorframe with her hands on her hips. Not having the energy to carry a decent conversation, you nod once.

"Of course, we'll have to add decorations, give it the whole nine, and it'll look great." She continues on as she approaches you, and offers you her hand. You grab it, and she pulls most of your weight off of the ground on her own.

"It's so quiet here." You finally speak. It was the middle of the day, (on a Friday) when you two started moving your things in, and you hadn't seen a single person your age around the complex anywhere. You were beginning to think you'd moved into an area that might've been well known for housing old people.

"We just got here. We'll have to find out where the hot spots are later, after we've gotten comfortable with the place." You give a quick look around the room where all of your belongings sat, and you tsk.

"It might take a while for that." You respond. She nudges your side, and you shrug.

"You did get the bigger bedroom though. That's a start." She begins, examining the space where you two stood.

"It's also the room closest to the front door. If someone were to come in here, they'd kill me first, I'm certain." She laughs at your response, and walks in a small circle around you, motioning her head toward the window in the room.

"Maybe, or you could be luring someone into murder you by giving them the exact layout of your room." You follow her eyes, and notice that the blinds of the window were open.

"You know I didn't open them myself." You speak, walking over to the window to twist the rod and shut the blinds. You hated having the sunlight wake you up, and you were never the type to open them without reason. Especially considering that you were just moving in, opening the blinds was definitely not going to happen.

"I'm just fucking with you." She pauses, and you turn to face her again.

"Maybe." You shove at her shoulder, and walk past her to leave the room. She follows behind you, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments. It was as if you were both reminiscing on what your futures could hold here, together. You were still quite young, so anything could be subject to change, and you were okay with that.

One life, live it.

"We got everything moved in, that was the goal, I can't do anything else." Your friend hums in agreement from behind you, and you watch her glance toward the front door; probably to ensure that one of you had locked it beforehand. It was a habit she'd picked up from you. Of course, when you live in such close confinement with someone, you're bound to pick up some things from them. From her, you received the inability to flirt.

You always had that, though.

"I'm headed to bed. Wake up early tomorrow so we can be ready to head out and get some breakfast." Considering you just moved in, you had no food. Plus, you could hear a freshly cooked waffle calling your name. God, you were starving.

"Alright, see you in the morning. Love you." You return her sentiment, and the two of you part for the night. You could practically hear your mattress screaming for you to settle into it, and you were prepared to do just that.

----

Much to your dismay, you were still woken up by the sun peering at you through the blinds. Even though you'd closed them, the glare still managed to wake you from your sleep.

With an annoyed groan, you roll over onto your side, and grab your phone to check the time. It was 8:03 am.

Even though you'd wanted to wake up early, you forgot to set an alarm last night due to your tiredness. Maybe the sun wasn't such a bad thing, in that case.

No, it definitely was.

You roll out of your bed, and head into the bathroom to take care of your business. You take a shower, brush your teeth, wash your face, and doll yourself up for the day. You should have checked up on your roommate to make sure she was awake so you two could leave on time, but the thought slipped your mind. By the time you finished, it was 9:27 am.

You stand in front of your mirror to make sure you didn't have a hair out of place. Once you were sure you were content, you decide to peek into your best friend's room to make sure she was awake. When you heard the sink running, you nodded to yourself, and returned back to your bedroom.

Upon reentering your room, you hear faint talking outside of your window. It was loud enough for you to be certain that someone was there, but not distinct enough for you to understand what was being said.

You get closer to the window, and try to peer through the blinds without opening them. Upon realizing that you could not see a single thing, you open the blinds slightly, and quickly close them afterward.

You take a few seconds to rearrange your thoughts, before peeking through the blinds again.

Fuck.

There was someone there, absolutely.

At this stage of your life, you were still trying to decipher if you were really into men, but you were certainly into this one.

You couldn't see his face very well, but you did see a small, bushy tailed animal running around outside with him. After a few moments of long, hard staring, you were able to make it out as a cat.

God, you really hoped no one could see you looking through the blinds at this man like a weirdo.

He was attractive. He was wearing a black, loose shirt with a pair of black cargo pants, even though it had to have been at least 90 degrees. He had on thick, heavy black boots which probably added about three or so inches to his height. Even then, he was likely taller than you.

When he angled himself to face you, you could see what appeared to be a full sleeve of tattoos, or at least a half sleeve. You changed your position a bit, aiming to get a better view of his face. He had soft, full lips. When he opened his mouth wider, you saw a quick glimpse of metal before he closed it again.

God, did he have a tongue piercing?

He stopped moving for a moment, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. He stood completely still, and so did you. It wasn’t until you realized that he was walking closer to your window that you widened your eyes comically, and sank onto the floor with a quiet curse.

Silence.

It was so quiet.

You move to peek again, wondering if you scared the boy away, until you hear three light knocks against the window.

He knows, fuck. He definitely does.

Owning up to your decision to spy on him in the first place, you decide to pull the blinds up completely, lifting the window up as well, so there was no barrier between the two of you any longer.

Well, there was still the screen behind the window, but now, the two of you were face to face, and man.

He was so fucking cute.

He had an eyebrow piercing, long black hair that was a tousled mess (but he still managed to wear it well), and his features were probably sculpted by an angel that had too much time on their hands.

You wondered what you looked like at this moment; on your knees in front of your window, getting caught gawking at some random boy who just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

He picks up the cat with one hand, and the kitty meows softly, beginning to take gentle bites at his finger. He maintains firm eye contact with you, however, and you're wondering if he's about to question your choice of hobbies, when a large smile spreads across his face.

"You like cats, huh?" He says, and you resist the urge to widen your eyes again. He had such a distinct, boyish voice, which seemed to be a major contrast from his appearance. You appreciated the difference, though.

Seeing as he was the first person around your age you'd seen so far, you were trying your best to keep your cool, and avoid any further awkwardness.

"Uh, yeah. I do, I just didn't know there was someone else out there. Figured it may have been a stray." He hums as you speak and nods his head. He examines you for a moment, before silence falls over the two of you once more.

"I don't think I've seen you around before, and I'd remember if I had." You raise an eyebrow at this. Would he remember you because he found you attractive, or because there weren't many young adults around?

"Yeah, my friend and I just moved in yesterday, actually. Trying to settle into the place." You run your hands down your thighs. You desperately wanted to stand, but you'd be standing, talking to a headless body on the other side.

The stranger could sense this, it seemed, because he also raised an eyebrow at the way you were sat on the ground.

"It's pretty unfortunate that we had to meet through a window, isn't it? Stand up, you don't need to be on the ground. I'll bend down." He says, opening his arms to let the cat run free.

"Your cat won't run away?" You ask, causing him to laugh heartily.

"Nah, she loves me." You pull yourself up onto your feet slowly, and by the time you've adjusted your clothing, the boy is, in fact, bent over, tattooed arms pressed against the window, and his face as close to yours as it could get due to the barrier between the two of you.

"Are you from around here?" You shake your head.

"I went to a nearby college, but decided to transfer to an area that seemed more my style. I go to the local university here now." He nods as you speak, still keeping firm eye contact with you as you explain your move to him.

It might have seemed very odd that you were explaining the last few months of your life to some random boy, but that's essentially what it was like on campus, anyway. What's the difference?

"I just graduated from there last year. I'm down here for work now. I've moved constantly, and I'm looking to settle."

"What did you study?" You ask.

"Criminology." You nod slowly. In college, you learned quickly that a person's appearance does not equate to what they choose to study. Some of the most adorable people you knew studied some intense things.

"Congratulations on graduating then, uh..." You trail off.

"Jungkook."

"Right. Congratulations, Jungkook." He lets out a little laugh.

"What are you studyi--"

"Alright, I'm done. My makeup looks pretty good today, right? I tried that new lipstick I bought when we went to the store." Your best friend rummages into your room. You glance over your shoulder at her, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook has his eyebrow raised.

While you are distracted, he uses this time to glance around your room.

She joins you at your side, and nods her head over to the boy in front of the window. He waves at her, smile as pure as ever.

"Who's the dude?"

"Jungkook, I'm your neighbor down in C3." Your friend nods, giving you a look of suspicion before glancing toward him again.

"It's been a pleasure, Jungkook, but we've got to get going." You speak. Your friend nods, and he stands to his feet slowly, patting his thighs as the cat goes running up to his legs.

"I didn't catch your name." He states firmly.

"It's ________. That's Ivory, my roommate." He smiles softly. Ivory waves her hand at him.

"Pleasure to meet you ladies as well. Come and give me a knock if you ever need some sugar." You chuckle, and he does the same. With one final nod, he dismisses himself.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in, and turn around to face your roommate. She has an expectant look on her face, and one of her eyebrows is still raised.

"What? Meeting the neighbors was on our list of things to do." You state, as you push the latches on the window shut to lock it. Considering you weren't the type of person to be so forward, you surprised yourself at the interaction you just had.

She playfully rolls her eyes, and grabs your wrist. You reach for your purse and wallet on your bed quickly, before she has the chance to drag you out of the room.

----

You two spend the rest of the day out, buying little things to decorate the apartment (including curtains, so the sun wasn't glaring in your face in the mornings), little groceries, and whatever else you could remember. The sun was beginning to set by the time you returned home, and just like yesterday, you were beat, and so was your best friend.

You assumed that you would be all caught up on sleep by the time you woke up the next day, and your assumption proved to be correct.

Buying those curtains was a great decision, because you woke up on your own accord, and you were feeling great. Still, you were going to make yourself a cup of coffee, but you felt well rested enough to continue about your day and set some things up around your new place.

You head into the kitchen to grab a mug and your coffee grounds. While your machine works itself up, you look around the kitchen. Things were bare, so it didn't feel very 'homey' quite yet, but you were sure to fix that within the next few days.

As your roommate was still sleeping, you're careful not to make too much noise as you're preparing your coffee. Your stomach grumbles as it brews, and the smell slowly begins to fill the kitchen. Even though there was no sugar or creamer, it still smelled great. Either that, or you were hungry as hell.

Probably the latter.

After you've prepared your cup, you take a few quick sips, careful not to burn your tongue. You nod at the taste. This was exactly what you needed to get a head start on your day.

You'd just cleaned the kitchen of the little mess you made, when there's three knocks at your front door. They weren't loud, but they were firm. You're quiet for a second before the knocks pick up again, with the same intensity as before.

"Just a second!" You call out, wondering if your voice held as much confusion as your face did.

"Take your time." You knew that voice. It had only been a day, but you could register well enough.

You look through the peephole just to be sure, and sure enough, Jungkook is stood on your doormat with his hands tucked into his pockets, his head down as if he were looking at his shoes.

You unlock the front door, coffee still in hand, and you're met with a warm smile. You return it, though not as bright as his. It was early morning, or at least you thought. How he could have so much energy was beyond you.

"What's up?" You question, an eyebrow raised as you take another sip.

"Got any sugar?" You couldn't help but to laugh. Never in your life would you have imagined someone presenting you with that line.

As you continue to laugh, Jungkook smiles.

"What? I'm serious. I wanted to make myself a cup of coffee, but I'm all out of sugar. I see you've had the same idea." He says, nodding his head in your direction. You hum.

"Didn't you tell me to knock on your door if I ever needed sugar? Already failing to keep promises, are we?" You joke, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Besides, I just put it away. You're short by just a minute or two. Sorry about that." You joke, and he raises an eyebrow.

"If you aren't going to offer me the sugar, you could at least invite me in. Your coffee smells fresh." He taunts in return. Now, you raise an eyebrow.

You weren't opposed to the idea, but your roommate was sleeping. You would never knowingly invite someone over without telling her first, out of pure decency. He would have plenty of other chances to get sugar from you some other time.

"Fine, you got me. I'll give you the sugar, but I better see it back before the sun goes down." You turn away from the door as you finish your sentence, and walk back into the kitchen to grab the sugar for Jungkook.

When you return, he has a boyish smile on his face.

"Was hoping you'd welcome me in, but this is what I asked for, isn't it." You lean against the doorframe, and he stares at you for a moment with the sugar held in one of his hands.

There was a strong silence, but there was something eerie about it. A light breeze passes outside, and it tousles Jungkook's hair a bit, so only one of his eyes is visible to you now.

There was something so interesting about his face. He appeared to be pale, though he had a healthy glow about his skin that made him appear as if he were a real life mythical creature. He truly was carefully sculpted.

"Did you hear? The weather is supposed to get very bad tonight." You raise both of your eyebrows in surprise. You surely hadn't heard.

"No, I haven't heard that. I still get weather alerts for the old town I used to live in. Thank you for the heads up, though." He nods.

"If you have any candles, flashlights, or anything of that sort, go ahead and lay them out. Weather isn't bad here often, but when it is, it's terrible." You nod, as does he.

"Thanks for the sugar, _____. I'll be sure to pay you another visit to return it."

"Hope you do. You stay careful tonight too, by the way." He smiles, bows politely, and walks away with the sugar in hand. You close the door once he's out of sight, and think over your interaction.

There was something about that boy.

You down the rest of your coffee before it gets cold, wash out your cup, and start putting kitchen utensils away in the drawers. You and your best friend already agreed that she would tackle the living room, and you would handle the kitchen. By the time you were finishing up, which was about an hour or two after your interaction with Jungkook, she was beginning to stir in her sleep.

Moments later, she meets you in the kitchen with half opened eyes, and her tank top twisted around her breasts. You stifle a laugh, and place your hand over your mouth.

"Your titties are out."

"No they're not."

Instead of responding, you fix her top for her, and the expression on her face after you do so causes you to fall into a fit of laughter.

She rubs her face and sighs loudly.

"I need to head back out and grab a few more things for the living room. You want to come with me?" You shake your head.

"No, I need to finish up in here." You were nearly done, and if you left right now, you knew you weren't going to finish when you came back. She nods in understanding.

"Jungkook came by a while ago." You continue.

"Again? It's ten right now. Who wakes up that early?"

"He does, I guess. He took our sugar so he could make some coffee, but he also said that there was going to be bad weather later. So whatever you need to get done, have it finished before it gets late so you're not stuck in it."

"Sure, mom." You roll your eyes.

"I'm serious."

"I know, I'll be back before then." She says, and you nod.

About an hour later, she's out of the front door, and you're back to finishing the kitchen.

Once your feet are so sore that you're certain they'll burn if you continue to stand, you find that you're finished with the kitchen. Everything is in place, the kitchen decorations are set up nicely, and now, you're starting to feel a little more at home.

It hadn't been long since your friend left, and Jungkook still hadn't brought your sugar back. He was cute and all, but if he was that desperate for your sugar that he couldn’t even bring it back, he would've been on your hit list.

You were going to be by yourself for a few hours, so you’d use the time to do some self care.

You pour yourself a glass of sparkling water, run a bath, light some candles, grab your speaker, and a robe. If the weather was going to get bad anyway, you wanted to go ahead and get yourself clean to avoid showering in a thunderstorm, or possibly something worse.

You strip yourself of your clothing, slip into the bathtub, and close your eyes.

You successfully shaved, listened to a few songs, and performed some other self care acts, but you fell asleep soon after that. It wasn't your first tine falling asleep in the bath, but certainly the cold water around your body was not something pleasant to wake up to.

You drain the bath, and run a quick shower to remove any excess suds from your body. You blow out your candles, slip on your robe, and your slippers. Reaching for your phone that you set on the counter at some point, you check the time.

5:48.

She still wasn't home yet. She did text you a bit ago to check in, though, which you smile at.

You let her know that you're okay, and she needs to come home soon.

In the meantime, you apply a facemask, and sit on the couch to let it dry for thirty minutes.

You hear a loud crash of thunder just a few moments later.

So, the boy was right.

You were thankful that it didn't occur when you were sleeping in the bath, but now your main concern was you roommate. You just put your mask on, also. Worst case scenario, if the power went out, you'd have to wash it off with cold water.

You leaned over the couch to hit the light switch on the wall, and when the lights in the room didn't illuminate, you realized that you were, in fact, without power. You were sure they'd come back on within a few hours. Thankfully, most of the food you went shopping for earlier consisted of things that wouldn't expire without being refrigerated.

You planned ahead unintentionally, which you were thankful for.

Wait a second.

If the power was out...

You quickly stand to your feet and head to the front door.

Sure enough, it was unlocked.

Your front door locked electronically using a code, but specifically for instances such as these, there was still a manual lock.

You lock the door, and jiggle the knob a bit to ensure that you'd locked it.

This meant that when your roommate returned home, you'd need to open the door for her. You didn't think to tell her to grab the key before she left, but you wouldn't fall asleep without making sure she made it back safely first.

Remembering that you'd left your phone on the bathroom counter, you stumble around in the darkness to grab it. The screen doesn't light up, and you continuously click the power button on and off with silent curses under your breath.

You didn't charge your damn phone, the candles you'd lit from your bath were blown out and you don't know what you did with the lighter, you didn't get a flashlight out even though you were warned to, and you still had this damn face mask on.

Goddamnit.

Using careful steps and your sense of touch (by pressing your palms against the wall so you wouldn't trip and fall straight onto your fucking face), you make your way to the sink and wipe your face clean of the mask. You decide to let your skin air dry. It took you two years to make it to the sink alone, you didn't want to fish around for a towel.

Using the same carefulness as before, you step out into the hallway and feel around for the couch, grabbing onto the fabric until you can make out a seat.

You sit down with a loud sigh, and stare blanky into the darkness.

The power was out. Your phone was dead. You were fucked.

The only option you had was to wait for your roommate, so that's what you did. You sat, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of the only light source being the lightning strikes from outside, you register the sound of the front door being unlocked.

You don't remember her taking her key, but maybe she already had it in her purse.

The door opens.

"______?" She questions. You stand up, but you don't move toward her. There would be no use in the both of you stumbling around like idiots if neither of you could see anything.

"I wanted to call you, but I forgot to charge my phone. I'm just glad you're fucking back. I'm right in front of the couch." You say, relief flooding your veins.

There was shuffling, but otherwise, it was completely silent.

You assumed she was trying to make her way over to you. Her remaining quiet while doing so was a little out of character, but then again, you've never been in a power outage with her, and certainly not as her roommate.

"I'm right at the end here, you'll feel me once you make it to the arm." You speak to prevent silence from filling the room.

You feel a gust of wind brush past your face, and a presence in front of you. Even though you couldn’t see, it was simply one of those moments where you could feel someone standing there.

"Good, you found me. Look at you." You joke.

Still, silence.

"Don't just stand in front of me like a weirdo. Say something, come on." You laugh again, though there was a sense of uneasiness in your voice.

You silently reach for her hand, and when she intertwines her fingers with yours, you squeeze her hand. She was cold to the touch, but then again, she came home in the rain.

"Hello?" You call out emptily. The two of you would make a joke about things like that in horror movies, so you at least expected a laugh out of her.

And a laugh you got, but it was not from Ivory.

Seconds later, her hand is replaced with a larger, much firmer one.

"Ivory?" Your voice breaks.

Jungkook laughs before speaking,

"I'm afraid not."

You feel the urge to burst into tears.

"Get the fuck out of here, you fucking freak!" You scream, which earns you a slap to the cheek.

With a forceful push, your back is pressed against the couch cushions, and your bare pussy is exposed to the cold air of the room.

You immediately close your legs and try to keep quiet. Once he was close enough, you'd kick him in the fucking face.

As soon as you begin to prepare to lift your legs and get into the ideal position to whack your intruder in the nose, a hand is placed around your ankles, before cold metal follows afterward.

You scream, though Jungkook doesn't bother to shut you up anymore. He was very well aware that most, if not damn near all of the neighborhood that you two lived in consisted of the elderly, and even if their old ears did manage to pick up the sound of you screaming, none of them would do a single thing about it.

"I know, I know." Jungkook says, as if he were soothing a crying baby to sleep.

"You know," You can feel him shuffling once more, and much to your fright, you can feel his breath against the back of your thighs.

“You should do better research about the environments you choose to reside in. I’m the only other person your age around here aside from your roommate, and you don’t find that odd?” You thrash and jolt around as he angles your hips up a bit, so he could sit his head right underneath them. The more you fought, the more you expelled your energy, which would only end up in Jungkook's favor.

“You’re a stupid girl.”

Your fight or flight instincts had been engaged. You sure as hell couldn't fight, and running with cuffs around your legs would be impossible.

Your hands, however, were free.

You begin to swing your fists wildly into the area, though Jungkook is not close enough for you to actually land a hit. You arch your back up off of the couch, and stretch forward as far as you possibly can. You grab ahold of his hair, and pull as hard as you can.

This causes him to giggle wildly. The amount of energy you wasted trying to fight him back now catches up to you, and you fall back onto the couch with a loud thud. Simultaneously, Jungkook begins to spread your pussy lips with his fingers. Without hesitation, he buries his face in your cunt, as your cries, sobs, and screams reverberate off of the walls in the living room.

You were right about one thing, however. That little metal ball in his mouth was definitely a tongue piercing, and under much different circumstances, it could have been flattering on him.

He was disgusting.

Jungkook's tongue moves from your pussy, to your clit, and a few licks were given to your asshole. He consumes your juices as if he'd never eaten anything prior to this moment. His gruff moans and grumbles are barely heard as he continues to devour you like his last meal.

You cover your face in shame, your chest rising and falling quickly as you continue to scream and cry.

"When I saw you, I figured you would be loud. Look at that, mm," He replaces his fingers with his tongue as he continues to taunt you. At this rate, your cries begin to slow, and to your dismay, pleasure settles in.

"Let's make it quick then, honey." He presses his hand against your lower stomach, and you squeeze your eyes shut. You felt as if you were going to pee on him, and even if you had, maybe he would be prompted to get the fuck away from you and leave you alone.

Instinctively, you close your thighs in, though Jungkook keeps them spread apart. You release, making a mess of yourself, him, and your couch. He basks in this, talking you through your uncontrollable orgasm. His words just go into one ear and out of the other, your vision becoming blurry just a few moments afterward.

He removes his fingers from your cunt, and pops them into his mouth. You feel your ankles being freed of the cuffs, and Jungkook's large hand rubbing over the marks that were left there. You don't even have the energy to jolt away from him anymore.

You lay lifelessly for a few moments, not even reacting when the lights in your apartment come back on.

Jungkook grabs your chin and turns your head, to where you see your roommate's lifeless body, with a belt around her neck, and a piece of cloth in her mouth.

You shriek at the top of your lungs, and he stands.

"I'll bring your sugar back tomorrow."

heeeey. was previously blkjmn, but i’m back. with a new user, new account theme, all of that. my inbox is open. send me things, anything.

Trick. (m)

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: smut, probably some crack

word count: 4.4k (this was not supposed to be this long)

warnings: piercer!jk, tattooartist!jk, some taehyung in the beginning because i do what i want, oral (f receiving), degradation, dirty talk, pulling jk’s hair, manbun!jk, etc.

summary: you did not come to the tattoo shop that taehyung works at for a clit piercing, but you left with one.

notes: for anon ;)

You hum a tune as you pull open the door to the shop, a small smile on your face as you spot that familiar head of red hair peeking up from behind the front desk.

“Yet again, you always find a way to manage to be unprepared for my appointments.” You playfully scold him, making your way over to the desk and propping your elbows up on top of it.

“Taehyung?” You question, standing on your toes to get a better view of whatever it was that he was doing, when he suddenly shoots up off of the ground with a few different tattoo instruments in hand that you couldn’t even be bothered to try and recognize.

“You’re early, doll.” He does that signature side smirk of his and tosses the tools aside clumsily on the desk. He leans in to place a quick kiss to your forehead, as usual.

“You told me to come at six, right?” You question, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Taehyung strides over to the other side of the shop, grabbing his backpack and his keys.

“I did. Is it six yet?” You tilt your head to the side as you pull your phone out of your back pocket, quickly scanning the screen with your eyes.

“It’s almost 6:30, kid.” You tell him, shaking your head in disbelief as you tuck your phone back into your pocket.

“Oh, well, you’re late.” He shrugs, spinning his keys around his pointer finger as he walks toward you. You stand where you are, arms crossed as your eyes trail up his body toward his face.

“You know how I feel about my time being thrown to waste.” He whispers as he stands in front of you, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you into his chest.

“You also know that I take a strong dislike to you calling me a kid, ________.” You place your hands on his chest and lightly push him away. Though the two of you were just friends, he had a tendency to mess with you like this.

“I demand respect.” He says, struggling to maintain a serious expression. You laugh at this, and take a seat in the chair at his station.

“Are you about to put your stuff in your car?” You ask, wondering why he gathered all of his things up.

“Yes, and I’m about to leave, too.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“How are you about to leave if I have an appointment-“

“Consider this your punishment for being late.” He shrugs nonchalantly, giving you a half assed wave before heading towards the door.

“What? Is Yoongi here?” If Taehyung was about to leave, then that meant Yoongi was still here. He owned the shop, but he usually left before Tae.

You’d grown quite fond of him as a result of all of the time you’d spent at the shop, so if Taehyung was leaving, then you had no problem going to pay Yoongi a visit instead.

“Nope!” Taehyung calls out over his shoulder, the door already open as he sticks one of his long legs outside.

You stand up, preparing to follow Taehyung out.

“Someone’s there to do your tattoo, doll. He’s in the back.” This was news to you. For the many years that you had known Taehyung, he was the only person to have worked here alongside Yoongi.

“You got a new guy? Who is he?” Taehyung hums, carefully considering how he should introduce the newcomer to you.

“His name is Jungkook. He’s a sweet kid. Doesn’t talk much, but he’s good at what he does. I trust him, because he’s got plenty of experience. You’ll be fine.”

“You know that I only trust—“

“Bye!” Taehyung closes the shop door, the little bell above it ringing a few times afterward.

You huff and make your way to exit as well.

‘Punishment my ass.’ You thought.

“You must be Taehyung’s six o’clock.” You heard a gentle voice from behind you. You quickly turned around after hearing his first few words. Taehyung said he was in the back, but you didn’t expect him to show up so suddenly.

“Did I startle you?” He asks, with a curious tilt of his head. You didn’t trust yourself to speak at the moment, so you nodded instead.

This man was sex on legs.

He had a slim build with a cinched waist to balance his wide shoulders, buff arms that were littered in a few random tattoos, and by the way his shirt clung to his chest, you were safe to assume that he had a chiseled torso as well.

“I heard the bell, so I came out to check if Taehyung left or not. I apologize, ________. It’s ________, right?” You nod again.

“I know that I’m likely not your first choice, but I can promise you that you’ll leave fully satisfied. I’m good at what I do.” He flaunts, somewhat of a cocky smirk on his face.

It looked good on him.

“I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

“So I’ve heard.” You respond, walking a bit closer to him to avoid having to continue talking past an awkwardly large gap.

He discreetly swipes his eyes over your figure as you approach him.

“You’re here for a piercing, yeah?” You hum in confirmation. Jungkook smiles.

“It’s a good thing Taehyung left anyway, then. I’m much better at those than he is.” You raise both of your eyebrows in surprise, immediately taken aback by his bold demeanor.

You could’ve sworn Taehyung said that he doesn’t talk much.

“I’ll take you to the back, unless you’d like to get your piercing done out here.” You shake your head, and insist that Jungkook lead you to the back room.

The walk is uncomfortably silent. You aren’t sure whether you should be looking straight at the manbun resting atop his head, the way his arms flex as he walks, or the way he moved with such confidence with every step he took.

Damn, you were being a creep.

You almost bumped into him as he abruptly stopped in front of a closed door with a sign that read ‘Knock before Entering’ on it.

He opened the door, stepping aside to let you take the lead.

“Hop up on that chair and make yourself comfortable. I’ve got to get a few things together before we get started. Is this your first piercing? You know, aside from your ears?” You plop down stiffly onto the chair, holding your elbows to your sides as you watch him carefully.

“Yeah.” You respond dryly. He enters the room and closes the door behind himself.

“You chose a clit piercing for your first time? Shit, you’re a trooper.” Your eyeballs bulge out of your skull.

“I chose a what?” You lean forward, as if that were going to help you better understand the bullshit that just came out of his mouth.

“Yeah?” Jungkook is confused at your reaction. “Taehyung said that’s what you asked for.” You wildly shake your head in disagreement.

How in the hell did he mistake a belly button piercing for a clit piercing?

“No, no no. That’s definitely not what I asked for.” You are completely alert now.

“Oh, hm.” Jungkook shrugs as he sits down on a stool, which was placed to the right of the chair you were on. He continues to prepare his tools, as if you didn’t say that you were not here for a clit piercing.

“Why are you still messing with that stuff, then?” You question, completely on edge. Jungkook shoots you a bewildered gaze.

“Even if you aren’t getting your clit pierced, any other piercing will require the same materials.” He states, staring blankly at you. You clear your throat and lean back in the chair.

Now you felt like a dumbass.

Jungkook turns back around, shaking his head with a small smirk on his face as he continues to prepare his work station.

You took this time to stare at his hands.

He had finger tattoos.

Fuck.

“You should definitely get a clit piercing though.” He comments nonchalantly, opening up a drawer and pulling some pointy object out of it.

“Excuse me?” You were baffled. Jungkook ignores your outburst, and nods as he slips on a pair of latex gloves.

“I’ve heard that it makes sex much more pleasurable, for both you and your partner.” You scrunch your face up, wondering where this was relevant to the conversation.

“Even if you decide to take your pleasure into your own hands, it’ll feel much better than your regular orgasms.”

“It’s just a suggestion, though.” He shrugs, turning to face you with his tattooed hands neatly tucked away in the gloves.

You kind of wished they were off.

“Alright, where’d you want that piercing?” After his little speech, you were certain that he had unintentionally swayed you into forgetting what you originally came for.

A belly button piercing, right?

“How...painful would it be to get my—would it hurt, is my question.” You asked. Jungkook raised both of his eyebrows, surprised at your sudden interest in the topic when you were ready to lose your shit over it just a few moments ago.

He leans his elbow against the counter, propping his head up on his hand as he thinks about it.

“I’ve only given a few, since people don’t really come in for them, but it’s a slight pinch. It’s a needle going through your most sensitive area, so it’s not going to feel nice.” He comments.

“Unless you’re into that, I mean. In that case—“

“Nope, nah, not into that.” You quickly shut the idea down, causing him to laugh.

“Why’d you say people don’t come in for them? Are they not common?”

“They’re more common than you’d think, actually. Clit piercings are only confirmed by appointments, so you can’t just walk in like you would for a tattoo. Most women come in for the consultation, and then they don’t come back.” His fingers fidget inside of the gloves.

“Why’s that?” You would have to apologize to him later for asking all of these questions.

“They probably think that the actual clitoris is getting pierced.” You open your mouth to ask him another question, but he beats you to the chase.

“It’s not.” Oh.

“It’s the clitoral hood.” You hum. That sounded much less painful.

“Literal clit piercings are a thing, but it’s too much of a risk. We don’t offer those here.” You felt a bit better about the idea of it now.

You were literally about to sit here and change your entire plan because of a cute tattooed man.

Then again, you were already here. You know for a fact that you would never come back purposefully to get a clit piercing.

Er, a clitoral hood piercing.

On the bright side, if you didn’t like it, you could take it out. So, was there really any harm in it?

There was one thing you didn’t know, though.

“How long is the healing period?” You ask. Jungkook purses his lips.

“About eight weeks, give or take a few.” Damn, well, there was that.

“Let’s do it.” You smile.

What the hell is wrong with you?

“Really?” Jungkook smiles lazily, and you nod, still a bit unsure, but ready to go for it regardless.

“I do have to give you an unofficial check up before I can determine if this piercing is right for you, though. Slide your pants off for me. Panties too, please.” He pulls the gloves down his wrist. You were frozen in shock.

For what, though? Did you think he was going to pierce you through your fucking pants?

Jungkook waves his hand in front of your face to try and catch your attention. Nothing.

“Would you rather me do it?”

“I got it, I got it.” You hurriedly say, your fingers rushing to the button on your jeans.

You pop it open, and Jungkook respectfully turns away to give you your privacy.

You get down to your zipper, and everything runs smoothly until it gets caught.

‘No, not now. Not right now.’ You tell yourself, trying every possible method to get it free. You try to zip it up and zip it back down, see if any material is caught on it, but nothing works.

Jungkook sees you flailing around out of the corner of his eye and slowly turns his head toward you, stifling a laugh at your frustration.

“Would you like some help?” He offers. You turn to face him, like a deer caught in headlights. A faint blush rises to your cheeks.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” You respond quietly.

He rolls over to you in the small stool he’s sat on, placing his hands on the top part of your pants to have something to hold onto as he grips the zipper between his fingers.

He tries to simply pull it down, but when that fails, he applies a bit more pressure, yanking the zipper so hard that you jolt a bit in the chair.

“Shit, I’m sorry, but it’s really caught in there….” He tries once more to simply pull the zipper, but he too grows frustrated and grips your thigh, his large hand clamped around it as he jerks the zipper with so much force that it breaks.

Your jeans pop open, your black lace panties staring Jungkook right in his face.

You were so thankful that you finally folded your laundry.

“Oh, fuck.” He immediately says, holding the thing between his fingers as he shoots you an unreadable look.

You, on the other hand, were trying to make up any valid excuse to determine why his hand was still on your thigh.

“Oh, uh,” He removes his hands from you and throws the zipper away. You have to stop yourself from making any noise that would show your disappointment at the lack of touch.

“Let’s just—get your pants off and toss them aside.” He grumbles, his voice considerably lower than it was a few minutes ago.

You oblige, sliding your jeans and underwear down in one go, allowing them to pool at your ankles before you take a glance over at Jungkook.

“Is this okay?” You ask, your hands covering your womanhood. Jungkook shakes his head.

“Off, completely.” You gulp, shakily kicking the fabric off of your feet and letting it fall. He catches your jeans before they hit the ground, folding them neatly and sitting them on a table in the corner of the room.

Jungkook rolls his chair around to face you, resting his hands gently on your bare legs. You shiver as he makes contact with your skin through the gloves.

“I’ll make this as quick as possible so it’s a comfortable process for you.” He eyes your hands as you use them to cover yourself, trying to decide what the best method is for you to loosen up a bit.

He taps the side of your leg with his hand twice, somewhat of a knowing smile on his face as he senses your weariness.

“Relax, ________. You have nothing to be afraid of.” You lift your head up to make eye contact with him, slowly lifting your hands as your legs open the smallest bit.

Jungkook gently spreads them further with his own hands, eyeing you intently as he does so.

It looked sexual to you, but you knew that he was probably looking at you like that just in case you decided to stop him.

You allowed Jungkook to spread your legs as wide as he needed in order to successfully complete his study of your anatomy.

You were spread wide in front of this gorgeous man, and you couldn’t have been more nervous. Any other stressful moment in your life didn’t compare to what was happening right now.

“Pull your legs up to your chest for me.” He orders carefully, his hands on your knees as he gently coaxes you to pull your legs up further.

“Shit.” He catches a glimpse of your folds through his peripheral vision, although he covers up his little slip up with a fake coughing fit.

“What was that?” You asked, worried that he might’ve needed you to do something different.

Jungkook shakes his head and waves his hand in a frenzy, as if to silently dismiss your question.

“Nothing, it’s perfect—I, you’re perfect. Stay just like that.” He swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bulge. It makes your legs twitch, and Jungkook takes notes of this.

“I’m going to start now, okay?” He warns you, bringing himself closer to you as his hands slowly slip between your legs.

You bite down on your tongue as he lightly runs his fingers between your folds. You almost catch yourself sliding your hips towards his hand before you come to your senses.

He was barely even touching you, just ghosting his fingers over your folds as he inspected whatever he needed to.

“Yeah, you’re perfectly okay to get this piercing.” Jungkook asks, shifting around in his chair as his pants had gotten uncomfortably tight.

“When was the last time you saw a gynecologist?” He asks, as he continues to examine your glistening folds. He knew that it wasn’t necessary, and all he had to do was take a quick look to see if you were eligible to receive the piercing, but he couldn’t help himself.

Jungkook thought your pussy was perfect on its own, but to imagine it with a piercing through it? He could cum in his pants.

God, you just looked so good.

“Last month.” You comment, breaking him out of his trance, watching the way his face changes as he continues to stare between your legs.

He licks his lips, and you immediately clench in response, Jungkook’s gaze shifting to you in an instant as his fingers stutter over your mound.

“Last month what?” He says, letting his fingers linger a little too long around your clit.

“You asked me when I last went to go see a gynecologist.” You say, your voice caught in your throat as Jungkook quickly retreats his hand back to his side.

“I did?” Jungkook was swooning. You nod confusedly.

“I’ve got to get this thing done now.” He tells you, although he was talking mostly to himself. He gathers his tools in his hands, your eyes widening at the size of the needle in his fingers.

You instinctively close your legs as he circles closer to you once more, and he places his arm between them to cut your movement short.

“You want this piercing, don’t you?” He asks, voice low and gravelly. You nod, and he nudges your legs open.

“Keep yourself spread, and don’t wiggle around like that. It’ll hurt more if you do.” You close your eyes and toss your head backward against the chair as you feel his fingers dancing along your clitoral hood.

“Slight pinch, okay?” Jungkook grabs the needle, and even though your eyes aren’t open, you can almost feel it hovering over your body.

“Take a deep breath, and we’ll go on three.” You inhale slowly, your chest rising, as Jungkook begins his countdown.

“1…” He grazes the needle over your skin, and you twitch in the chair, your hands gripping the armrests for dear life.

“2!” He says, pressing the needle through your skin. Your eyes shoot open on contact and you squeal. Your legs do close against Jungkook’s warnings, but he forces his upper body between them to stop you from shutting them completely.

He slides the piece of jewelry through the small hole he’d just created, and you bite back a cry as he twists it around to make it sit more pleasantly.

“There, see?” He cleans up the small mess he’s created and disposes of his materials, the gloves following suit.

He instantly pulls his hair out of its bun, sliding the hair tie onto his wrists as he runs his fingers through his scalp.

“Where the fuck was three?” You scold him, as he reaches for a mirror off of the desk to hand to you.

“I never count to three. Take a look.” You grab the mirror from him and position it between your legs. This had to be one of the most awkward things you’d ever done in your life, but the piercing looked amazing.

You shifted a bit in the chair, the cool metal of it rubbing right against your clit.

You choke out a moan, regretting it as soon as you do.

“I’m so sorry, I just didn’t expect that to feel—feel the way it did.” You force the mirror back into his hands and hurry to get out of the chair, but a strike or soreness hits you right between your legs, and you’re right back on that chair where you started.

“I should’ve told you about the side effects, I suppose.” He watches in amusement as you struggle to even close your legs due to the new pressure applied to your clit.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, his jaw clenched as he examines your lower half while you try to contemplate whether or not you should get up again.

“That bad, huh?” He leans forward, his hair falling in front of his eyes as he places his elbows on his knees.

You shoot him a quick glance. God, he looked so good.

“Yeah, that bad.” You groan, deciding to just ask him if he would go grab your clothes for you.

“I know a trick or two that could get rid of the soreness.” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Really?” He nods slowly, standing and tucking his hands into his pockets.

What? Tell me, and I’ll really owe you one.”

“The first is taking pain killers, and going without underwear whenever you can.” You nod, taking note of his words.

He leans over to whisper into your ear, and you jolt at the close proximity.

“The second is letting me fuck you with my tongue.” He whispers, smirking at your cute little gasp in reaction to his words.

“I don’t get it.”

Oh, you definitely got it.

You understood him loud and clear, but you weren’t sure if you could handle an orgasm right now. The overstimulation would send you through the roof.

“Consider it an apology for breaking your zipper, and your appointment will be free of charge since I was a bit underprepared.” He walks to stand in front of you, and you quickly close your legs, ignoring the burn it takes to do so.

“What’s the catch?” You definitely weren’t going to say no to this offer. How could you?

“This is a bit of an informal setting, so, how about you let me take you out sometime? You know, properly.” You smile.

Today had taken a weird turn of events, but it worked in your favor.

“Sure, sounds nice.” You chuckle.

“Good. Now show me what I want to see, ________.” He retaliates, roughly tugging at your hips to pull you onto the edge of the chair, your ass hanging off of it as he holds you firmly in both of his hands.

”You have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart.” He pushes your legs apart, and you mistakenly spread yourself wider for him.

Jungkook immediately lands three harsh slaps onto your freshly pierced clit. You cry out, clawing at the chair. You could feel the material ripping under your nails.

Tears pool in your eyes. Sure, it was painful, but it felt so good.

“Holy shit.” You blurt, your legs already shaking. He rolls his eyes.

“You didn't think it would be easy, would you?” You can sense Jungkook’s resentment, as a sadistic smile toys on his face. You laugh nervously.

“I didn’t—fuck!” He lightly rubs his fingers over your clit. He was barely applying any pressure, yet you were thrashing around wildly. Your legs threatened to close around his head, but Jungkook had much more strength than you, so it was easy for him to position you how he wanted.

“Is your little pussy sensitive?” He feigned caring for you, widening his doe eyes as he noticed the tears in yours.

“Very, please.” You whine, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“That’s too fucking bad. You’re vulnerable, and you’re mine, baby.” He hooks your leg over his shoulder, gripping your hands off of the chair and slinging them into his hair.

“Pull my fucking hair.” He orders, lowering his face down to your cunt. You gather his locks in your hands and yank them, a bit harsher than you intended to, but this only seemed to spur Jungkook on.

“Fuck, it feels so good when you do that.” He growls against you as he takes your clit into his mouth, the piercing pressing against his tongue lightly. You moan weakly, your eyes screwed shut as he wraps his lips around the sensitive nub and flicks his tongue ferociously against it.

“That’s so good, Jungkook.” You praise him, one of your hands coming up to tangle in your own hair as he mumbles and moans against your pussy.

“I knew I could turn you into a desperate whore for me. Look at you, chasing my tongue with your hips.” He tsks, although he takes pride in degrading you like this. He enjoyed the way your body trembled after every word he spoke.

“Ask me if you can cum.” He throws one of his arms over your stomach, the other pushing your thighs apart as he slips his tongue inside of your warmth, aiming right for the spot that made you twitch in ecstasy.

“Please, shit, I’m so close. Please don’t make me wait.” You beg.

Jungkook is relentless with his tongue.

He slides it right underneath your clit and begins to flick upward, pushing the metal against the bud with every twist of his tongue.

“Cum, then.” He says, as he grazes his teeth across your clit with the lightest touch.

This was the last straw for you, and your back shoots off of the chair as you pull Jungkook’s head further between your legs, wanting to savor every moment of your orgasm before letting go.

He pulls away from you first, leaning over to thread his fingers through your hair. He presses his lips against yours, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. This sends a shiver down your spine.

Jungkook lets you go, before throwing his hair back up into a messy bun.

“I don’t care that I broke your zipper, actually. Your pants have a button.”

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innocence (m.)

pairing: drag racer yoongi x reader                     

genre: fluff, smutsmutsmut. (this post took a turn i swear)

word count: 3.2k

warnings: overstimulation, PET NAMES SO MANY PET NAMES WHAT WAS I THINKING, fingering, oral (f receiving), cute shit, virgin!reader, yoongi is a bit persuasive, etc.

summary: your best friend wants to take your innocence in every possible way.  

a/n: i wrote this MONTHS ago, and i literally forgot about it up until yesterday, or sometime before that? i was sad because I deleted it, but my bby @bitchyaus reblogged it after i posted it, and i have NEEEEVEEER been happier.

You hummed as you sat on your couch while scrolling through your social media feed and taking small bites of your favorite snack every now and then.

It was only 7:09. You’d usually find something to occupy yourself every day until 8:00 on the dot (although he’d come early sometimes, but that wasn’t often), which was when Yoongi would come knocking on your door with a new story to tell and to raid your fridge of whatever he could find.

If necessary, you’d tend to the few bruises his beautiful face would sport.

Once he was comfortable enough to tell you what his occupation was, you cringed the moment you imagined him sitting behind the wheel of a vehicle, pushing 200 to nearly 300 miles on a daily basis.

You begged him to consider something safer, to which he responded with a small smirk,

“I’ve been doing this years before I even met you. If I’ve managed to keep myself in good condition for this long, then I’m sure that you have nothing to worry about.”

This had become a repetitive cycle in the short year that you had known him. He’d shoot you a text before he went out for the day, and come speeding back to your place once he was let off of work.

Or–when he let himself off, rather. He never really was the type to follow rules anyway.

You smiled fondly at the thought of seeing his gummy smile sometime in the next hour.

You checked your phone again.

7:14.

Well, 46 minutes to be exact.

You sighed and tossed your head back against the couch cushions as you tried to register what about this man had you so whipped for him.

Could be the fact that he was a sweetheart when it came to you,

Or it could also be the fact that he looked so fucking hot driving those cars despite how much you hated seeing him behind the wheel.

Or, it could be that he had really, really pretty hands–

There was a loud knock at your door. It carried the same loudness that Yoongi’s carried.

Okay, you have really got to find yourself a hobby.

The person knocked twice, and then there was a three second pause before the last and final knock came.

You grinned as you rushed over toward the door.

There was his signature knock that he had given himself sometime a few weeks ago.

He suggested that he should have a special knock so you knew it was him, although you told him multiple times that no one other than him or your best friend came to visit.

He still wouldn’t let up even then, muttering something about how it would be the safest measure. You then (jokingly) proceeded to tell him he knew nothing about safety, which led him to tell you about all of the safety precautions people in his profession must take before even considering driving one of those high speed  cars.

He couldn’t take a joke, but that was alright. You loved him anyway.

You took a quick glance through the peephole just to make sure it was him before you unlocked the door.

As usual, he rushed in and threw his bag to the ground before making a beeline to your kitchen.

“Nice to see you too.” You smiled a bit, closing the door back and locking it behind yourself.

“I shouldn’t have to greet you anymore when I enter.” He spoke, although his voice was a bit muffled since he was bent over as he shuffled through your fridge.

“It’d be nice, though.” You sighed dramatically as you walked back over to your couch and flopped onto it.

“Sure.” He shrugged, returning from the kitchen to take his spot next to you on the couch as he always did.

“Hello, Princess.” He smirked, laughing at the way you rolled your eyes and looked away from him.

He’d called you that for forever now, and you’d be a terrible fucking liar if you were to say that it didn’t make your pussy clench.

He knew that it did, too, which was why he said it.

“Did you do something productive today?” He asked, as he took a bite out of one of the strawberries out of the bowl that he quickly prepared for himself.

“I did some school work earlier.” You shrugged, gesturing toward your closed laptop that sat on the arm of the couch closest to you.

He hummed, nodding approvingly.

“Good girl,” He noticed the way that your body shivered at his praise. He always talked like this, but for some reason it was really having an impact on you right now. 

“Have you eaten something filling today?” You bit your lip. 

You hadn’t had a ‘meal’, but you had some pretty filling snacks. You just weren’t in the mood to cook anything, or even order something.

There was no point in lying to him either, because he could see right through you.

“Depends on what the word filling means.” You responded, as if this wasn’t a question that he asked you everyday. 

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you and set the bowl of strawberries down on your coffee table before quickly reaching over your thighs to grab the bag of chips that you had been snacking on before his arrival.

His hand brushed over the exposed skin of your legs, causing you to gulp. He was always a forward person, but never this forward.

“This isn’t a meal, ____ . “ He scolded, and you rolled your eyes.

“I know, but I can promise you that I am satiated.” Yoongi shook his head in disbelief.

“You hungry?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as he stared into your eyes with his arms crossed.

“Nope.” As if on cue, your stomach growled.

“Mhm.” He mocked, handing you the bowl of strawberries before standing up.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused as to why he was suddenly up on his feet.

“I’m about to cook you something, little girl.” He rolled his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.

“Yoongiiii-“

“In the mood for pasta? You’ve got all of the ingredients I’d need to make you some alfredo.” You groaned.

“My stomach growls all the time! I’m not hungry, I swear.” He was already pulling out pots and pans from your cupboards as your voice went through one ear and out of the other.

“Suck on those strawberries with those pretty lips of yours while I cook this, hm?” He said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his elbows resting against it.

“I don’t want the straw–”

“I already put the noodles in the pot, so you’re shit out of luck.”

———

Yoongi had been in the kitchen for half an hour while you caught up on your favorite Netflix series.

You should’ve just lied and said yes. He was going through way too much trouble for you.

“Alright,”  He began, as he finally left the kitchen.

“Should be good to eat in a few minutes.” He slid back onto the couch.

“Mind if I use your laptop to check my stats? I’m sure they’ve gone up.” He bragged. You playfully rolled your eyes and handed him your laptop, before directing your attention back to your TV.

Yoongi began typing away for a few minutes, until his fingers paused, his eyes grew wide, and he choked on air.

“What? Those stats not what you expected them to be?” You laughed, Yoongi turning his head to look at you before clicking on a tab at the top of the screen and pushing the laptop in your direction.

“What– Oh my God, give me that!” You yelled, Yoongi easily fighting off your efforts to grab the laptop away from him by shoving his arm against your chest.

“Are these your nudes?” He asked, although it was painfully clear that they were.

Yoongi smirked at the way you began to blush profusely.

Holy shit, you were going to die of embarrassment. 

‘Play it cool.’ You thought to yourself.

“Yeah? So what if they are?” You used this opportunity to snatch the laptop away from him and close the tab, before shutting the laptop off and setting it on the coffee table where the empty strawberry bowl was.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, taken aback by your response.

“Clearly you don’t seem to mind.” You smirked, gesturing to the bulge forming in his pants.

He dropped the smirk on his face as he inched closer to you. You reflexively backed away from him.

“You talk pretty big for a virgin, sweetheart.” He growled. Your stomach fell to the bottom of your ass at his words.

You weren’t sure of what to say.

“Uh, I never told—“

“You’d be surprised of what you tell me when you’re drunk.” He reached forward to twirl a strand of your hair around his pointer finger before tucking it behind your ear, as if he had done this to you before.

“Since we’re letting secrets go, you should know that I’ve thought about fucking you plenty of times.” He hummed, as he traced your jawline with his fingers.

“You haven’t got any idea of what thinking about stripping you of your innocence does to me, sweetheart.”

Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly.

“I know that you’d let me, too.” He slowly pushed you backward until your back hit the couch.

“You would let me, wouldn’t you?” He looked into your eyes, waiting for your approval before he took anything further.

You thought about it.

Did you really want to lose your virginity to this sexy drag racer that you’ve grown to become best friends with over the past year?

Hell yes.

“Yes, yes I’d let you.” You stuttered, causing him to groan at your admittance. 

He was going to corrupt you more and more day by day before you even realized it.

And fuck, he couldn’t wait.

“Hmm.” He hummed against your skin, as he nudged your head to the side so he could expose the skin of your neck.

He quickly began to suck love bites against the skin, eager to cut straight to the chase in order to get a taste of that perfect cunt that was spread wide in that picture.

“How far have you gone, baby?” He asked, as he tugged your shirt up over your chest and kissed his way around your breasts.

“I–I’ve, fuck,” You moaned, as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.

“I’m sorry, you’ve done what?” He mumbled against your hardening bud. You whimpered.

“I-I’ve masturbated with a toy.” Yoongi detached his mouth from your nipple.

“That’s all?” You nodded shyly.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He hungrily kissed down the rest of your body, stopping right above the band of your shorts.

“I’ve got to taste you to get you prepared to take me. Is that alright?” He wasn’t lying. It would help you adjust to his size a bit easier, but it was mostly for his own personal pleasure.

You nodded, and he wasted no time in tugging down your shorts and panties in one swift motion. 

“Oh my God.” He nearly whimpered at the sight of your untouched pussy. You began to close your legs as he stared down at your most intimate areas, which prompted him to roughly throw one of your legs over the back of the couch so you were forced to keep yourself spread for him.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He warned. You nodded, murmuring an apology as he laid himself flat against the couch and pulled your hips closer to his face.

He breathed shakily against your core. You began to writhe in his hold as his cool breath hit your exposed pussy lips.

“Are you sure about this, baby? We could stop this at any moment.” He asked for the final time. It made you smile that he continued to ask you if this was really what you wanted.

“I’m sure. Please–oh, shit!” You yelped. Yoongi hadn’t even let you finish your sentence before he had his lips wrapped around your clit.

Your hands hesitantly tangled in his hair, as you were uncertain if he was okay with you touching him or not.

He sensed your hesitation and moaned in approval as you testingly tugged at his blonde locks.

His moan vibrated against your core, causing you to buck your hips up toward his face.

He grunted at this, using one of his arms to pin you down to the couch by your stomach, while his other arm pushed your flailing leg away from his face so he had more access to his meal.

“So good, baby. So fucking good,” He growled into you, his cock growing harder underneath him as more of your juices began to gush onto his face.

You didn’t know how it was possible, but he managed to pull you even closer to him as he licked a long stripe from your dripping hole back up to your clit, before he dipped his tongue inside of your clenching cunt and (quite literally) fucked you with his tongue.

You were a mess above him, your hair matted and stuck to your sweaty forehead as you relished in the feeling of his tongue collecting every drop of your arousal.

“‘M gonna cum, so fucking close, please please–” You begged him with your eyes closed. He took a glance up at you, wanting to watch you come undone on his tongue.

“SHIT!” You screamed, the euphoric bliss of your first orgasm knocking the wind out of you.

Yoongi hummed and pulled his tongue out of you, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth before lining them up with your cunt.

“You with me, babygirl?” He asked. You opened your eyes so you could see him, but you immediately closed them again ad he slid his digits into your wet hole.

“Ughh, oh my fucking God!” You let out a broken moan, tears welling in your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Hey, you’re okay, hm? I need to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible if you’re still willing to take my cock.” His words were caring, although there was a bit of cockiness behind them, almost as if he knew that you still would be in at least some pain from the stretch.

The thought alone excited him.

“Just a little bit more, okay? Hold out for me.” You were about to protest, when he pressed his hand against your lower stomach and began to piston his fingers in and out of you like a machine. 

He curled them perfectly against that little spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling toward the back of your head, and your toes curling in pleasure.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you came for the second time within a five minute span.

Yoongi left you to yourself for a moment as he hastily tugged his jeans down, not wanting to waste time to pull them off completely. 

He was so eager to have your little cunt pulsing around him.

He fished around in his back pocket for a condom. He was thanking himself mentally for forgetting to take it out the last time he wore those jeans a few weeks ago.

“Could you be a doll and roll this on for me, baby?” He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and quickly tossed it aside as he handed you the slippery thing.

You took it with shaky hands, still not completely over your last two orgasms as you gently grabbed his cock and spread the condom over it.

“Oh, fuck.” He growled, the feeling of your little hand spreading over his throbbing dick enough to make him cum right there.

He desperately needed to be inside of you.

He grabbed his cock and began to rub circles around your clit, the small action making you gasp for air because of how sensitive you already were.

“Think you can still handle me?” You looked up at him. He wasn’t smirking, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Mhm, j-just please, be gentle.” You whimpered, and Yoongi nodded as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

For now.

He pushed just the tip into you, instantly catching your lips with his to prevent any sound of discomfort from leaving your mouth.

“Ready for some more?” He asked sweetly, as he pressed his forehead against yours. You winced, but nodded anyway.

He pushed the rest of his cock into you inch by inch, attempting to nullify the pain a bit by leaving kisses along the side of your neck and jaw.

“You’re taking me so well, ____.” He sat still for a moment, letting you adjust before he rocked his hips slightly.

He looked at you for approval, and when you nodded once he began to set a slow, steady rhythm with the pace of his thrusts.

“‘M not gonna last long, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight, I can barely fit my cock through.” You weren’t sure what it was about the way that he was talking to you, but it just made you clench around him even harder as he began to pick up speed.

“I need you to cum with me, Princess. Can you do that for me?” You nodded eagerly, already on the brink of insanity.

He licked his thumb and brought it down to your clit. You squeaked, and he grunted above you as he tried to ease himself inside of you without hurting you.

“Now, cum now.” He ordered, his arms shaking as he held himself up above you to prevent from collapsing on top of your chest.

You came with your mouth held open in a silent moan, your legs spasming around Yoongi’s waist as he slowly pulled out of you.

The corruption was only beginning.

“Hungry? I’m sure the food is plenty cool now.” You laughed breathlessly at his lame joke, as you covered your face with your hands while trying to catch your breath.

“I’ll go grab some for you, but I’ve got a question for you first.” He paused. “No, wait, two actually.” You glanced at him.

“Go for it.” You said, voice hoarse.

“Would you let me take you out sometime? I mean, on a real date?” You scoffed.

“I thought you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend or something.” You laughed. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I was.” You froze.

“I backed out, though.”

“I mean, I would’ve said yes.” He snapped his head toward you.

“You would have?” You nodded, a small smile on your face.

“In that case, will you be my girlfriend, then?” You giggled at his shy demeanor, a complete 180 from how he handled you just a few minutes ago.

“Yes, I will.” He leaned down to peck your cheek.

“My last question...”

“Yeeeees?” You encouraged him to continue.

“Why are your nudes on your laptop anyway?”

“I hate you.”

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protection. (m)

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (y’all i literally typed min yoongi instead of jungkook THIS IS NOT HIS STORY I CAN’T GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD)

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 1.8k

warnings: it’s called protection but there is none lol, soft cuddly jk, thunderstorms, cockwarming, oral (f receiving), kind of domestic, just something sweet since all i write is intense fucking

summary: your boyfriend acts as your distraction during a thunderstorm.

notes: inspired by the thunderstorm that happened here two days ago, and an anon who asked for a soft nsfw one shot w/ jk.

“Oh, damn.”

You flinched as another lightning bolt struck the ground with so much intensity that it looked as if the sun were out for a few seconds.

You knew this particular bolt would bring some pretty heavy thunder with it, especially since it took about fifteen seconds for the actual sound to follow the lighting.

“It’s getting pretty bad out there, isn’t it?” Jungkook asked, flicking his eyes up past his phone to rake over your figure for a few moments.

“Yeah...” You confirmed wearily, feeling sick to your stomach as the rain began to fall harder outside.

It was cool in the house, the lights were flickering a bit, and a small amount of rain managed to get inside. The atmosphere was stuffy, and it felt like some sort of opening to a bad horror movie, which you were not here for.

For your boyfriend, though, this was a walk in the park. He didn’t mind stormy weather at all, and often preferred to fall asleep with the thunder blasting past the music in his headphones.

He twisted his lips up in a frown as you brought your knees up further into your chest, slowly enclosing them within your arms as you kept your gaze at the wall in front of you, occasionally taking a glance outside if you heard or saw something you really didn’t like.

“Why do you even bother looking out there if you know it’s going to scare you more?” Jungkook asked, setting his phone down on the arm of the couch as he relaxed his posture and spread his legs a bit.

“I’m not scared,” You immediately responded, cursing under your breath at the unexpected jolt your body did when the lights began to flicker again, “I just like to check to make sure I’m not gonna die.”

Jungkook snickered and shook his head at your defiance, although he found it adorable that you were afraid of a little bad weather.

He didn’t mind, though. It was during times like this he could pull you into his lap and throw his arms around you without your complaining about making him uncomfortable for sitting on him for a long period of time.

“Come on, baby.” He smiled a bit as you turned your head in his direction, patting his crotch area gently with one hand while beckoning you over with the pointer finger of the other.

You shook your head, and Jungkook raised an eyebrow. You said no to him often when he asked you to sit on his lap, but you always ended up there anyway. Either by your own will, or a small bit of coercing.

“Don’t wanna?” Jungkook asked simply, relaxing his posture against the couch and throwing his arms over the sides of it. You shook your head once more, and he nodded once.

“Alright. It’s your call.” He shrugged, closing his eyes with a pleased smile as the thunder began to come down so roughly that it caused a few objects in the room to shake.

You fiddled with your fingers and took another glance over at Jungkook, envying him for thriving off of moments like this.

Now that you thought about it, his lap was always warm and inviting, and would it really hurt for you to...keep him warm? That’s all you were doing. This was for him, not for you.

You cleared your throat with fake confidence, which immediately caught Jungkook’s attention. He opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at you expectantly.

“You know what, since you asked me so nicely—“ A continuous string of thunder sounded for a few seconds, and you shot Jungkook a worried glance before the lights went out.

You shot up off of the couch immediately and ran toward your boyfriend, feeling around for his torso before you slowly sat yourself on top of him.

He laughed as you curled up into his chest, your body trembling as the small amount of heat that was in the room left as soon as the power cut.

“What was that about me asking so nicely?” Jungkook asked with a small hum, sitting upright so he could pull you further into him. The muscles of his arms did do an amazing job of keeping you calm, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“Why do you live off of my fear?” You mumbled into his chest, your hands lightly pressed against his shoulders as he settled his arms around your waist.

“I don’t live off of your fear.” Jungkook’s voice cracked slightly toward the end of his sentence, and you shot your head up to look at him.

Although you had to squint to see it, you could make out the uncomfortable expression on his face as he swallowed thickly.

“This is why I don’t sit on your lap, Kook.” You sighed, wondering why he didn’t tell you he was uncomfortable. You placed your hands on either side of his thighs to pull yourself off of him, but he pulled you right back down, so harshly that it knocked the breath out of you momentarily.

“Sit there, and stay still.” He warned, but why would you listen to that?

You wiggled around a bit, as much as you could before Jungkook got a death grip on your hips. You couldn’t believe it when you felt the boner in his sweats pressing against your inner thigh.

“Please don’t tell me you’re hard right now.” You asked, tone monotonous as you stared blankly at him. He probably couldn’t see your face, but you were sure that your voice change would show your disappointment.

“How could I not be hard when a pretty girl is sitting on my lap?” You could almost hear the shrug in his voice. You lowered your head down into your hands and sighed heavily.

“You’re horny because I’m afraid?” You wanted to laugh a bit at the situation.

“So, you are afraid!” Jungkook quickly tried to switch the topic. You lifted your head.

“That’s not the point here.” He smirked. You’d probably roll your eyes if you could see it.

“I just made it the point.”

“Jungkook—“ He cut you off, holding you tight against his chest as he stood up, flinging you playfully onto the couch so you were lying on your back.

He pulled your (his) shirt up to reveal your breasts, nipples already hard due to the lack of warmth in the room.

He licked his lips and latched his mouth onto one of them, twisting the other between his thumb and pointer fingers gently.

You moaned, back arching off of the couch. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to do when he picked you up, but it certainly wasn’t this.

He have your other nipple the same treatment with his tongue, biting gently at the sensitive little nub.

He placed a kiss between your breasts, moving his way down your upper body as he moved backward a bit to make room for himself between your legs.

He began to nip and lick at your thighs, and your legs began to shake as he breathed gently against your clothed core.

“I can-“ one kiss to your thigh, “-think of something-“ and another, “-that’ll distract you for a bit.” One final kiss, this time right over your pulsing cunt. You hissed.

“Starts with h, and ends with d.” Jungkook teased, hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties as he tugged then down your thighs slowly, not bothering to pull them off completely.

“Husband?” You joked, and Jungkook smiled against your pussy lips, the small action sending your stomach into a frenzy.

“Not quite. Good guess, but you’re about a month or two ahead of the game.” He kissed the hood of your clit gently, before wrapping his pretty lips around your bundle of nerves and sucking it gently into his mouth.

You moaned weakly, sliding your hands into his hair as he placed his large hands against your inner thighs, spreading you gently so he could enjoy more of you.

You and Jungkook talked of marriage often, but hearing him openly admit that he was planning to ask you to spend the rest of your days with him sometime soon made this entire experience all the more arousing.

You gasped as he replaced his tongue with his thumb, gently circling your clit with practice as he took a few licks toward your tight, wet hole.

Jungkook knew your body so well that he didn’t even need to see to make you a whining mess.

He delved his strong muscle inside of you, growling quietly against your cunt as you squeezed against his tongue.

He always played around a bit when he was given the pleasure of tasting you, and this time was no different. He’d flick his tongue wildly inside of your pussy, draining your body of every ounce of that delicious juice you had to offer him, or he could take it slow, and bring you to your peak steadily.

He opted to drive you to the brink of insanity today, so he fucked you open with his tongue while rubbing frenzied circles against your clit.

You were too quiet for his liking, so he slapped gently at your clit to bring you back to your senses.

“Feels so good,” You praised him with a small stutter, dropping your hands down to your sides. Jungkook quickly took them into his much larger ones, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pulled you closer toward your orgasm.

Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly as Jungkook brought his attention back to your aching clit, catching you by surprise as he began to switch between teasing the nub and collecting the sweetness that pooled at your entrance.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum soon,” You warned, and Jungkook smiled.

He began to trace patterns against your clit, your moans turning into pathetic whimpers as you teetered on the edge.

With one final graze of his teeth against your clit, you clamped your thighs around his head, and Jungkook gripped your hands tighter as he tasted your release on his tongue.

He stimulated you through your high, waiting until you released his head from between your legs before pulling away.

While you caught your breath, he tugged down his sweats and slid your panties down to your ankles, gently lifting your feet as he threw the ruined garment to the ground.

He sat down on the couch, reaching over to you to pull you up onto your knees.

“Come on, come sit on my cock.” He cooed, and you spread yourself over the tip of his length as he gripped your hips to control the pace at which you slid down onto him.

“Ride you?” You asked breathlessly, and he shook his head and pulled you into his chest, just as he did earlier. Your eyelids began to sag.

“Just sit, sweetheart.” You nodded, squinting once the lights began to flicker a few times before they turned on.

“Lights are back.” You mumbled sleepily. Jungkook laughed, and you smiled as you felt the vibration in your chest.

“I see.” He ran a hand up and down your back soothingly.

“I’m tired.” Jungkook hummed.

“Get some rest then.”

“Love you.” You were beginning to drift off, but not before you heard,

“I love you too.”

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memories. (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: angst, smut, a liiittle bit of fluff in some places

word count: 6.2k (it wasn’t supposed to be this LONG IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE)

 warnings: eh where do i start... reader is VERY traumatized, she’s kinda crazy too (just a little) mentions of major character death, familial issues, this fic is just very dark for like the first 2k words lol, yoongi loves his fucking sword, commoner!yoongi, king!yoongi, criminal!reader, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, hair pulling, dom!yoongi, etc.

summary: “We can save the details for later. I accept your apology, and I really want to fucking kiss you.”

notes: inspired by @dontaskshhhhh and the daechwita mv. there’s probably many typos as usual y’all—

Even though you were a lowlife, you couldn’t stand being handled roughly.

It wasn’t your fault that you had an unfortunate upbringing. Your parents were very wealthy when you were born, but after the family business failed due to illegal scamming and falsifying of information, you were left to support yourself.

Literally. They didn’t give you a single thing to live off of after the age of five, which was fine. Your grandparents took after you, and once you were able to have a say in it, you decided to never set foot in the presence of your mother and father again if you could help it.

All was fine up for the next twelve years after that, until your grandparents bailed out on you too. Something about not having the funds to support all three of you financially, although they had several beach houses to their names, and enormous retirement checks to rely on.

You had gotten used to being given up on by this point, so you weren’t as emotionally devastated as you should’ve been when you’d come home from school one day, and your grandparents had all of your belongings packed up by the front door with a nice little note on top to let you know that you’d have to find somewhere else to lay your head.

They didn’t even have the decency to tell you to fuck off in person. You laugh sometimes thinking about it, since that’s all you could do now. The past was behind you, and you can’t change it. You didn’t really want to, either, because you learned quite a bit from your younger self.

For starters, you learned from your previous encounters to never lay your trust in anyone ever again, even if they were to offer you everything you needed and more. You’d made this mistake too many times to make it again. Besides, if you couldn’t trust your own parents, then you’d be setting yourself up for failure if you decided to seek assurance in a stranger... no matter the relationship you may have developed with them.

Although you knew you couldn’t trust anyone, you quickly learned that it was okay to take advantage of help when it was given to you.

That is how you got back on your feet, after all.

You met a good group of people.

Well, good to you, but not to the law, or outsiders.

You didn’t trust them, but you allowed them to take you in. They were just like you; lost and traumatized, but they confided in one another. They didn’t really have a choice, since they only had each other.

You had an amazing run with them. They made you laugh, cry, and they supported you. Just like family, you supposed. You never had a stable family to compare the kind of love they gave you to, but you figured it’d be something similar.

You never had an abundance of anything, but you had just enough, and that was okay. You were never the type of girl who desired to live lavishly anyway.

It was remarkably easy for you to pick up on their habits. You had become keen on cheating, lying, and stealing after only two months of being in their company. It came easily to you, and you used your newly developed skills to wiggle your way in and out of certain situations.

You couldn’t wiggle your way out of this one, though. The cuffs on your wrists wouldn’t allow for that.

You sucked in a breath as you were thrown to the ground, your knees scraping against the material of your jeans as you made impact.

“Be any fucking rougher, could you?” You hissed toward the guard over your shoulder, although you wiggled your fingers nervously behind your back.

He smirked at you, stifling a laugh as he carried his muscular frame toward the large double doors that you were forced through moments prior to being manhandled toward the ground.

“Enjoy your last few moments of life, honey.” He spit, his face falling expressionless afterward as he allowed the doors to slam shut behind himself, leaving you to your thoughts. You couldn’t see his face, but you were certain that he was sporting a shit eating grin. If you could, you’d slap it off of his face.

You couldn’t see a thing in the room that you were in, and you began to grow anxious as the anticipation began to eat away at you, your heartbeat thudding loudly in your chest.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and held back a loud cry, your eyes watering as the realization finally settled upon you. You couldn’t keep up your tough girl exterior anymore, and you were going to die in this pitch black room at any moment.

What if this was part of the execution? What if the room was this dark purposefully? To add to the shock factor? That would be sure get someone shaken up, knowing they could be taken out by a gunshot, a quick slice of a sword, something hanging from the ceiling—

You paused, sniffing the tears away quickly. You knew your eyes would get puffy if you cried for any more than a few seconds, and you wanted to be remembered for being strong, not a wimp. News would spread quickly after your death, and you knew it would. It always did.

You evaluated your position for a moment. You were crying because you were afraid of death.

Seriously, you were afraid of something that was inevitable?

You choked back a laugh, a small smile cracking on your face before you burst out into a full on fit of giggles.

You wouldn’t be tortured to death, and you knew that for sure. That sort of punishment was only allowed for sexual crimes, acts of severe hatred, domestic abuse, or murder.

You’d be killed quickly, and you were crying because of that? You’d have lost all of your street credit if word got back to your little gang.

You looked like a lunatic. Knees pressed into the ground, hands behind your back, and laughing wildly as strands of your hair flew onto your face from the occasional draft that would flow through the room.

You knew it, too, but you picked up this tip from a certain black haired boy with a scar over his eye. He used to be involved with your group of criminals.

He told you to laugh in any situation where you were put under extreme pressure. You told him that he was crazy for giving you such shitty advice, but once you tried it after being taken into custody for the first crime, you realized that he may have given you some valuable information.

“You’ll either relax a bit and take some of the stress off, or they’ll think you’re crazy and let you go. Win win, right?”

You smiled as your laughter began to die out.

You’d always remember Yoongi, but he was dead to you now.

He was the only person in that group that you connected with. Still, you didn’t trust him, but you could rely on him to help you every now and then if you needed to.

He left without a word, something about wanting to better himself. He’d mentioned that a few times before he actually left, but you didn’t think he’d follow through.

That was the first time that you’d been physically hurt when someone important to you left.

You didn’t speak for a few weeks, laugh for months, or manage to take care of yourself properly for quite some time.

He was so important to you, and he knew it. He didn’t care though, because he still left. Why did you care then?

You didn’t.

You wouldn’t have to care about anything in a few more minutes.

You rolled your neck from side to side, shaking yourself free from any final thoughts as you waited patiently for your execution.

You considered begging for your life, but there was no reason to. You didn’t have anything to lose anymore.

You sat quietly for another minute or so.

Every muscle inside of your body tensed at the sound of leisurely paced footsteps striking against the ground. You felt like you were going to explode, but you managed to keep yourself together.

“Lift your head.”

You immediately obeyed the request, fearful that you’d be tortured immensely if you hadn’t.

You took a deep breath, stopping midway through it as you felt the cool metal of a sword press right under your chin.

The panic began to settle in again, and you began to fidget around like a fish out of water as the sword grazed the skin of your neck.

“Luckily for you, ________, stealing isn’t punishable by execution.” Your eyes ballooned out of your skull, and your mouth dried instantly as you fell into a coughing fit.

“You’d better hold your breath if you want to keep your life.” The person with the sword against your windpipe teased, and you shrieked in terror and disbelief as you confirmed that the voice belonged to who you thought was the rightful owner.

“YOONGI!” You screamed so loudly that your voice bounced off of the walls in the room and echoed back, possibly louder than the scream itself.

You weren’t sure if you screamed because he was the one threatening you with a weapon, or that there was still a very large sword pressed to your jugular even though he just said that stealing isn’t punishable by execution.

How would he know that, anyway?

The room began to lighten up at the same time the sword did against your neck. You were vaguely able to make out Yoongi’s figure in front of you.

You winced slightly as the lights brightened fully, and you came face to face with the sack of ass that left you to suffer years ago.

You checked your surroundings immediately afterward, confused to find that you were in the aisle of what you knew to be a temple.

Was this a fucking joke?

You weren’t sure of what to say. You had questions, obviously, but you also wanted to scream at him for being an asshat and playing such a dumb prank on you.

How are you supposed to start a conversation with someone that you hadn’t talked to in years, though?

Yoongi could read your confusion, a sadistic smile on his face as he walked toward you as if he had achieved something great.

He leaned down in front of you, a few pieces of his blonde hair brushing against your forehead. You thrashed around in the cuffs as he placed a light peck to your forehead, just as he did when the two of you were on good terms.

“Get the fuck off of me.” You threatened, and he hummed at your attitude.

“Still as gorgeous as ever, ________.” You bit down on the insides of your cheeks as he angled himself away from you.

He was as gorgeous as ever himself, the scar still perfectly etched into his skin as if it’d never heal, his face a bit more mature since the last time you saw him, and his hair a bright blonde instead of the shiny black it was a few years back.

You hated him.

“I hate you.” You voiced your thoughts, and Yoongi simply shrugged while taking a few steps backwards, maintaining his eye contact with you.

“You wouldn’t hate me if you knew what I’ve done for you.” He responded simply, his chocolate colored eyes squinted in distaste as he turned around on his heels, walking cooly to a chair that would’ve resembled a King’s throne.

It actually was a throne, but you didn’t understand why he was sitting on it. Min Yoongi was certainly no King. He was a rude and inconsiderate excuse of a friend.

Er, acquaintance, rather. You never really had friends, and you’d like to keep it that way.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, nose turned up in skepticism. Yoongi smiled a bit, licking his lips as he reminisced upon the events that happened a bit earlier today.

He saw you being dragged into the temple by one of his guards, struggling to keep your footsteps aligned due to the inability to control the pace of your walking.

He watched as the doors of the temple swung open and you were thrown to the ground harshly. He was hidden in the shadows as he observed the scene, immediately knowing that feisty voice of yours like the sword that he carried with him daily.

It was one of the things he loved most about you. After all, he was the one that practically made that part of you, and he didn’t regret it one bit.

It pained him to know that you were brought to him under terms of execution, but he assumed this would be the way you’d turn out if you continued to involve yourself with that group of people. That’s why he left you on your own.

Plus, the road to becoming King didn’t require the help of anyone else, and it certainly didn’t require yours. This was a task that he needed to complete on his own, and now that he had, his goal was simply to remain in power.

That’d be easy. People feared tyrants.

Yoongi was no tyrant, but he had tyrannical tendencies, one of them being participating in the execution of prisoners. Now, it was strictly prohibited for a King to execute a commoner, but he didn’t mind. Plus, he did sit back and watch most times as he was supposed to, so what was the harm?

He was the highest form of authority there was anyway, so who’d complain to him about what he could and couldn’t do?

He battled with himself to figure out a proper way to ease you out of this. He couldn’t outright call the execution off, and he knew that. No one would fear a King who spared the life of some measly village girl, and Yoongi craved the fear of his people.

Perhaps he could drag you elsewhere once the guard left. If he was to be questioned about it, he could mention something about needing to speak to you privately before your execution.

No, that’s dumb. Who’d believe that?

Maybe he could wait just until your execution was to take place, and halt it, saying that you were wrongly convicted of your crimes?

He couldn’t do that either. You’d been caught stealing multiple times before, and your criminal record was long enough to prove that you were the right person sentenced to death.

So, Yoongi lost about half of his dignity when he marched right up to the guard that dragged you inside, and asked him to let you be.

Of course, the guard agreed, but Yoongi’s ego had faltered momentarily.

He gained all of that dignity back, though, when he heard you scream his name while kneeling with your hands cuffed behind your back.

What a sight to see.

Yoongi glanced back down at you from his throne, a cocky smile on his face as he shifted his position in the gigantic chair, turning his body slightly sideways as he threw his legs over the side of it.

“Nothing, so I guess you’re right. I haven’t done a thing to help you.” He shrugged, bending over onto the ground to grab his scabbard. He slid the sword into it with practiced ease and dropped it to the ground.

The sound of the weapon scraping against the sides of the holder caused you to cringe, and you jumped as the sound of it hitting the floor bounced off of the walls a few times, just as your scream did earlier.

You gulped at the thought, wondering if he really would have killed you if he had gotten the chance.

“What’s your deal with them anyway?” Yoongi questioned after a few moments of thick silence. Your head snapped up to meet his eyes the moment he began to speak.

“I don’t have to answer anything you ask me, and it’s none of your business.” You responded, and Yoongi quirked an eyebrow.

“I would’ve assumed that you’d catch on a little earlier. You have always been a smart girl, but I suppose all of the thieving and lying caught up with you after a few years.” You said nothing, suddenly feeling overwhelming guilt.

“You do have to answer everything I ask you, actually. I can’t kill you for stealing, but I can kill you for treason.” You scoffed. There he was, playing the royalty card again.

“Treason? Yoongi, give it up. You can’t be executed for treason toward a commoner. Have you lost your mind?” He narrowed his eyes at you and stood up, taking the short walk toward you again.

“You are a commoner, ________. I am not.” You were tired of his dumb breakdowns.

“What are you supposed to be then?” You smirked, and Yoongi returned the smirk with a lick of his lips.

You watched with furrowed eyebrows as he shrugged the thick black jacket he was wearing off of his slim shoulders, and you inhaled a shaky breath as you vaguely made out the emblem of the kingdom on both of his shoulders in the dim lighting of the temple.

“Oh my fucking God.” Your voice cracked as you whispered, your bottom lip trembling in defeat as you realized your humongous fuck up.

You slowly lifted your head, immediately meeting Yoongi’s eye contact. He jutted his bottom lip out to mock you, before quickly twisting his lips into a sly smile.

“You know what to do.” You nodded, lowering your upper body to the ground slowly.

You weren’t low enough to the ground for his liking, so he grabbed his sword and retrieved it from its covering, and pressed the dull side of it against the back of your head to force you lower. Your forehead was touching the ground.

“Better.” He sighed, holding you there for a few seconds before placing the sword back at his side. When you no longer felt the pressure of it on your head, you deemed it okay to lift yourself up.

Your mind was pooling with questions.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He joked, placing the sword in front of him as he stacked both of his hands onto its handle.

“How?” You asked weakly, and he feigned confusion.

“How are you King? You can’t be King with that scar over your eye.” You wanted to find any plausible fault to the idea that he was King.

“Why can’t I?” He asked with a cock of his head. The question was meant to be unanswered, but you stupidly responded anyway.

“The scar symbolizes impuriti—“

“Then I must be pretty powerful, hm?” He laughed, swinging the sword off of the ground to rest on top of his shoulder. He gave you a pity glance as he took a few steps to land himself behind you.

“I’m not going to put you in prison.” He sighed heavily, as if the admittance of him allowing you freedom hurt his conscious dearly.

“Why not?” You asked eagerly, trying desperately not to show how excited you were as your fingers twitched behind your back.

“I’m not going to imprison you, but I need you to make me a promise.” He said, removing the sword from his shoulder as he slid it in the space between your back and the chain of the handcuffs.

You stood deathly still.

“Anything.” You responded instantaneously. You’d regret it later.

Or maybe you wouldn’t.

“Don’t let me see your face around here again.” What?

Around the temple? In the village? Where were you supposed to go?

“I—“ He placed his foot against your lower back, digging his shoe into your skin through the fabric as he tugged the sword forcefully toward himself, successfully breaking the chain of the cuffs and sending it flying backward.

You moaned at the feeling, bringing your wrists in front of you as you twisted each of them around a few times to rid yourself of any stiff muscles.

“Get out.”

•••

“You called me back here?” You sighed, leaning your head against the opened doors as Yoongi hummed with a small nod.

“Yes, I did. Come in, and close the doors behind you.” You raised an eyebrow, although you shut the temple doors and walked down the aisle that would lead you to Yoongi’s throne.

He stood up from his royal seat, walking halfway down the aisle to meet you. You took the time to notice his appearance. He was dressed just like he was when you saw him a few years ago before he completely vanished. Baggy clothes, low rise sneakers, and a few chains dangling from his neck.

You held an unimpressed expression as you stood face to face with him, but seeing him dressed like this gave you a small bit of satisfaction. Of course, you wouldn’t tell him that though.

Unknown to you, Yoongi chose to dress like this to keep you comfortable with him. He needed you to be a bit vulnerable if you are going to hear him out, and he knew this would be one step closer to achieving that vulnerability.

Plus, he was taking you out today. Yes, to explain everything that’s happened during the past couple of years while he wasn’t around, but also for his personal satisfaction.

He missed you just as much as you missed him.

“We’re going to that little spot a few minutes away from here. The one we always used to—“

“I know, Yoongi. I really don’t want to bring up the past anymore.” You stopped him, holding your hand up as you cut him off in the middle of his sentence. You didn’t mean to come off so harshly, but the years of emotional trauma didn’t make that easy for you.

Yoongi nodded once, although he felt a little pang in his chest in you basically admitting that you didn’t want to go to the special place the two of you created a few years back, and you probably didn’t even want to be with him right now.

“Sure, okay.” He sighed, clearing his throat as he walked toward a hidden back entrance that he used at times to leave the temple.

You watched as he took his first few steps, before turning over his shoulder to stare at you with annoyance written all over his features.

“Are you going to follow me, or are you just going to stand there and look stupid?” You rolled your eyes and began to follow after him, Yoongi turning back toward the front once you caught up with him.

He continued to walk, and you desperately tried to fight the smile that was tugging at your lips as bits and pieces of the Yoongi you knew were starting to shine through.

•••

The walk to the secluded spot by that small river that you remember so fondly was uncomfortable and stuffy.

Neither of you said a word, simply letting the leaves crunching under the both of your shoes fill the silence.

The sun was beginning to set, and the rays cast a beautiful shadow over the river. It looked just as it did the last time you were here.

That day… that day was the happiest you’d been in years.

That was also the day Yoongi got his scar.

“Where the fuck did you go?” Yoongi asked, laughing loudly as he stumbled over a few branches while searching for you behind the trees and shrubs near the river.

“I’m never playing hide and seek with you again. You’re an asshole for this.” You chuckled, immediately clasping your hand over your mouth as you hoped desperately that he hadn’t heard.

But, it was Yoongi. Of course he’d heard.

“Your cute little laugh is going to get you in trouble.” You ducked lower behind the shrub in front of you, peering out over the edge to see if you could see his shadow approaching.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when you couldn’t see him anymore, squinting and leaning forward a bit to see if your eyes were playing tricks on you.

Yoongi snuck up behind you, cursing under his breath when you snapped your head in his direction.

You hadn’t fully processed that it was Yoongi when he finally came into view and attempted to scare you, so you pushed him backward roughly. This sent him tumbling over a rock, and his face smashed against the forest floor.

“Oh my God!” You screamed, running over to him, your black combat boots seeming to be too heavy at that moment.

He was breathing heavily and holding one side of his face, and when you rolled him onto his back, the sight of the blood creeping between his fingers was enough to make you pull him up to his feet, and you dragged him all the way back to the village within a handful of minutes.

You had ripped off a piece of your oversized shirt and wrapped it over his eyes sometime during this process.

The two of you were spotted by a group of people as you neared the village again, and they helped you pull Yoongi to the home of a medic who would sew his skin together.

He had the stitches for two months, and even after they removed, he still had the scar.

You felt terrible, but you never got the chance to apologize.

He left the day after his stitches were removed.

“________.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip.

“________!” Yoongi shouted, and you came to with a small jolt.

“I’m sorry.” The words tumbled from your lips effortlessly, and it felt so, so good after all these years.

You walked quickly to meet Yoongi as he sat near the edge of the river, the wind blowing lightly which made his hair a disheveled mess.

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi.” You repeated, clearly this time as you sat down next to him, keeping a few feet between the two of you because you weren’t sure where your emotions were at the moment, and you certainly weren’t sure what he was feeling.

There was an awkward silence.

“What?” He laughed, the confusion evident on his face.

“What are you talking about?” You scratched nervously at your arm as he scooted a bit closer to you.

A part of you wanted to condemn him, but a larger part of you wanted him to stay right next to you.

“I’m really sorry about the scar. You left before I could apologize, and it’s been making me feel so guilty for the past couple of years, but—“ Yoongi shook his head, taking your hand into his as he intertwined your fingers with his, just like he used to back then.

You let your hand flop loosely in his.

“Isn’t it a little obvious that I don’t mind it? If anything, I’m happy that you fucked my face up.” He joked, his gummy smile slowly fading as he looked from the river to your paling face.

“Why’d you leave?” You asked, the light mood falling. Yoongi took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He knew he couldn’t avoid this question, but he hoped that you’d at least wait a bit before bringing up this topic.

“I told you, I need to better myself.” You let go of his hand.

“Bullshit!” You exclaimed, Yoongi simply turning his head to look at you as your face began to heat in anger.

“It had something to do with me, and I know it does. Why lie now? Why bring me to this special spot to lie, Yoongi?” He took a small gulp, looking away from you and out toward the landscape. He couldn’t utter these next few words while staring at your face.

“I wouldn’t have become King if I was in love with a criminal.” He stated nonchalantly. You froze.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You stood up, and Yoongi stood up as well, just in case you were planning to run away and get yourself into trouble as you usually did when you couldn’t handle your emotions.

“I had to let you go if I wanted to change, ________. You’re not good for me, and I’m not good for you.” His voice began to thin out the longer he spoke, fighting back a sob.

“Are you trying to say that I’m a bad influence?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Are you seriously trying to say that I am not good for you , when you’re the person that I got into the most trouble with in that entire fucking group?” You shook your head as you spoke, refusing to believe that he was saying you weren’t good for him.

“Why don’t you tell me the real reason that you left, hm? I can handle the truth, and I deserve to know after waiting for so long. Believe me, you won’t have to worry about seeing me again after this.” Yoongi was seething, his hands clenched into fists by his sides as he tried to steady his breathing.

He wasn’t going to get angry.

He was going to explain himself to you calmly.

“Did you not just hear me fucking say that I’m in love with you?” His voice dropped to a whisper, as he began to take slow strides toward you.

You’d seemed to have forgotten that in the midst of your yelling at him.

“I taught you a handful of things back then, but I’m fairly sure that knowing when to shut up was one of them.” You looked over your shoulder as you took a step backward whenever he took one forward, but if you continued like this then you’d end up with your back against a tree.

This was not some cliche love story, and you weren’t the main character.

You stepped to the side to avoid bumping into the tree.

Yoongi took a side step as well, standing still for a few seconds before he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pressed you up against the tree by his arm.

“You were going to hinder me from my goal, ________. There’s no way in hell I’d be able to focus while having you by my side.” His grip on you loosened as he continued to speak.

“I thought if I was away from you that I’d forget about everything, but that made it worse. There wasn’t a single day that came where you wouldn’t pass my mind.” You pressed your head backwards against the tree in exasperation.

“Why couldn’t you take me with you?” You asked, sadness evident in your voice. Yoongi’s heart clenched as he read you like his favorite book.

“I wanted you to be there for the result, not the work that it took to get there. I’d come back for you when I was better off, but I didn’t have to. You came to me.” Yoongi leaned in closer toward you.

“Well, you didn’t come to me, per say. I brought you to me.” You scoffed.

“You did what?” Dealing with him was an emotional roller coaster, but you still wanted the first seat on the ride.

“We can save the details for later. I accept your apology, and I really want to fucking kiss you.” You opened your mouth to respond, but Yoongi leaned in for this kiss anyway.

He molded his soft lips against yours with ease. You awkwardly left your eyes open, but upon seeing him with his closed as the passion radiated in the way he kissed you, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to slip into his embrace.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, the kiss quickly shifting from pure and energetic love to uncontrollable and messy lust for one another.

Yoongi broke the kiss first, and you chased his lips as he pulled away. You whimpered in defeat as he used his grip on your waist to turn you around, your hands pressed against the bark of the tree.

He roughly tugged your jeans down your legs, not having the patience to unbutton them fully. You flinched as you heard a twig snap somewhere in the distance, and you looked over your shoulder at Yoongi with fear etched onto your features.

“We’re going to get fucking caught.” You laughed, although you were deathly afraid of being found with the King’s dick buried snuggly inside of your pulsing cunt.

“I’m a King, baby. I’m the boss. I don’t give a fuck about someone stumbling back here.” He spoke, while working quickly at the zipper of his jeans.

“Besides, I’ll be quick.” He moaned out in satisfaction as he finally freed his cock from its confines. He tugged your panties to the side with one of his fingers, slapping his length against your throbbing clit a handful of times before lining himself up with your inviting warmth.

“Kind of difficult—oh shit,” He paused in the middle of his sentence as he slid his cock into you, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of being so full after so, so long.

“Kind of difficult to wait for something that you’ve been wanting for a—for a while, especially when it’s right in front of you.” He huffed into your ear, gathering your hair up in one of his hands to force you to arch you back more.

“Fuck. You okay, baby girl? I know this is a tight fit, cause you’re squeezing the shit out of my dick.” Yoongi waited patiently for your okay, although that didn’t stop him from rocking his hips against you slowly to offer himself some sort of relief.

“‘m okay. Just fuck me, please.” You begged, and Yoongi hastily obliged. He kept his hand tangled between your locks, as he brought his free hand down to your hip.

He set a gut-destroying pace instantly, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass somehow louder than they’d be if the two of you were in a secluded room.

“You can consider this your punishment for giving me so much shit talk yesterday. Look at you now, huh? Can’t get a single fucking word out, can you?” You whined as he dug his fingernails into your hip, his thrusts so vigorous and powerful that you would scrape the skin of your thighs against the tree every now and then.

Your legs twitched as you neared your high, a noise sounding like somewhat of a feminine growl climbing its way out from the back of your throat as you held your breasts in your hands, flicking your nipples between your fingers to coax yourself closer to the edge.

“Good girl. Lose yourself on my cock.” Yoongi was near his climax as well, the way your pussy was sucking him in combined with his cock grazing the material of your panties every few thrusts enough to send him straight toward that euphoric feeling.

There was something so primal about him taking you up against a tree, where seemingly anyone could find the two of you. No strings attached (yet), just pure, sexual need.

“Cum with me. I want that.” Yoongi snarled into your ear, and you nodded eagerly as he slid his hand across your stomach and down toward your clit.

He only managed to rub a few quick circles against the sensitive nub before you began to thrash wildly underneath him.

“Stay still.” He warned you, and you tried desperately to obey him as hot bliss took over momentarily, and your muscles spasmed beneath Yoongi as he used your pussy to chase his high as well, pulling out to cum on your back.

He slid your pants back up, before turning you around to try and button them. You were shaking too much, though, and it was starting to frustrate him.

“________, stay st—SHIT!”

Yoongi yelled as he began to tumble backward, making sure to pull you with him this time.

Your intense shaking caused Yoongi to trip over himself and fall backward, causing the both of you to end up plummeting into the cold river water.

“Damnit!” You cursed, and Yoongi just laughed as he rubbed his eyes free of the water that managed to seep into them.

“You’re quite the klutz.” He commented, running his hand through his hair as he slyly noticed the way your shirt began to grow more and more sheer as it soaked in the water.

“You’re quite the asshole.” You playfully rolled your eyes, squealing when Yoongi snagged your shirt into his hands and pulled you into his hold once more.

“Accidents just seem to happen at this river, don’t they?” You asked, and Yoongi shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucked your head underneath his chin.

“Yeah, but they’re also the best memories.” You tilted your head up to look at Yoongi’s face, and his eyes were closed.

Why do you always miss the memo?

Just as you were about to close your eyes, Yoongi splashed your face with a bit of water from the river.

You gasped and pulled away from him, mustering up the most threatening glare you could give.

“Why would you do that when I’m already wet?” He smirked.

“Hell yeah you are.”

“YOONGI!”

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workout. (m)

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: (implied) smut, personal trainer au

word count: 2k

warnings: sensual touches in public, jungkook is kiiiind of an asshole to that one guy who’s left in the gym, etc.

summary: ask your trainer out, she said. it’ll be fine, she said.

request by an anon.

“Tonight?” You repeated to your friend, confusion evident on your face as she hummed in confirmation at what you just asked her.

“Yep, doesn’t start til eleven though. Maybe that’ll give you some time to recover after your training session with that dude.” She paused, and you raised an eyebrow.

“What’s his name again? John?” You wanted to hang your head in disappointment, but you didn’t want to crash your car, so you opted to sighing loudly instead so your friend could know that she fucked up.

“His name is Jungkook, but I guess the effort was there.” You laughed as your friend groaned loudly. You could practically see the eye roll on her face.

“Right, that’s what I said.” It was now your turn to roll your eyes, and you did so as you turned the corner that led you directly to the gym you had your training sessions with Jungkook at.

“You know, maybe you should ask him to come to the party with you. Taehyung is going to be there, and this would be your perfect chance to make him jealous.” You shook your head, forgetting that she couldn’t see you for a moment.

You broke up with Taehyung right before you graduated from high school. He was an alright guy; just couldn’t keep it in his pants.

You caught him cheating on you. You weren’t particularly hurt by it, seeing as you had only been dating him for a year (give or take a few months), but you couldn’t deny that it stung a bit whenever you thought back to it.

Now he’s going to the same college as you, and he’s still kept the same habits he’s had since high school.

You jolted to your senses as you almost missed the turn into the gym, fully knowing that Jungkook would make you suffer if were even a second late.

He was very harsh on punctuality.

“I don’t have a reason to make him jealous. That’s not my problem anymore.” As much as you’d deny that you didn’t have any malice toward him anymore, your hands still tightened around your steering wheel at the mention of his name.

You quickly pulled into the parking lot of the gym, grabbing your phone and your gym bag as you headed straight for the entrance.

“Whatever you’re gonna say next, make it quick. I’m not allowed to be on my phone during training.” Your friend snickered.

“Not allowed? What, is he gonna punish you or something?” You almost tripped over the concrete outside as you pulled the heavy gym doors open.

“That’s enough of you for today.” You whispered, as you quickly scurried toward the back of the gym where you always began your sessions.

“No, I—“ You pulled the phone away from your ear and quickly ended the call.

You’d apologize for that later.

Maybe.

Once you reached the back of the gym, you were relieved to see that Jungkook wasn’t there. That’d give you some time to throw your phone into your bag and begin stretching.

You tossed the bag to the ground and opened it, throwing your phone into a random compartment before zipping it back up.

You grabbed your mat out of your bag and hurriedly unrolled it. It was probably crooked, but that wasn’t important at the moment.

You quickly fell into a simple stretch, in which your hands were placed directly under your shoulders on the ground, and your pelvis was pressed into the mat as you arched your back forward.

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, and when you opened them again, Jungkook was standing in front of you with his arms crossed.

He was wearing a thin black shirt that defined the muscles of his torso perfectly, black shorts that made his thighs look delicious as he unconsciously flexed them, and his hair was pulled back in that infamous man bun that you’d never get accustomed to no matter how many times you walked into this gym.

God, he looked so fucking good.

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath, but he probably heard you anyway.

“You’re late.” He said, his jaw clenched as he stared down at your tense form.

It had suddenly come to your realization that you hadn’t moved from your position, so you quickly pushed yourself onto your heels and stood up.

His eyes followed you closely, trailing up your figure slowly as you stood.

“Oh, please do continue stretching.” He spoke, a sarcastic smile on his face as he motioned his hands in the direction of the mat.

“I’m...alright. I, uh, I stretched before I came.” You quickly formulated a lie— a terrible one, but it was all you could think of.

“Mm? Perhaps that’s why you were so late, then?” You felt as if you were getting scolded by a teacher.

“Look, it was one time! Cut me some slack, Kook?” That’s what he told you to call him after he deemed the two of you close enough after you’d been training with him for almost a year now.

“I saw that you were on your phone, too.” He tsked as he reached down and went straight for your bag.

“Woah, what’re you doing?” You asked, as he went straight for the area of the bag that you threw your phone into and pulled it out.

“You can have it back when we’re finished.” He glanced at the screen for a moment, before he placed it on the counter that was to the right of him.

That would be fine then, you thought to yourself. The session was only an hour.

“You’re staying until closing tonight.” Your eyes bulged out of your skull.

“Until closing? You’re insane, that’s at ten!” It was only seven.

He shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“If you do well, I won’t charge you.” He walked around so he was behind you and tapped your back twice, which was his signal for you to drop to the ground.

You didn’t, as you were still stuck on the idea that he wanted you to train for three fucking hours.

And now that you thought about it, you really wouldn’t mind going to that party.

“Can we work something out? I’ve got something to do later tonight.” Jungkook snorted in disbelief.

“You’re not skipping my training to do something else, especially since you’ve already wasted enough of my time. You’re going to make it up to me. Drop.” He waited for you to follow his instructions, and when you didn’t, he leaned in closer to you so his mouth was hovering over your ear.

“Put your hands and knees on the fucking ground.”

You inhaled shakily, although you complied and dropped to your hands and knees.

Jungkook had never stretched with you before... or, watch you stretch in general, so this was quite the surprise to you.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.” Jungkook dropped down on top of you, pressing your back down toward the mat so now you were in the position from just a moment ago.

“Let’s just do some simple stretches today.” He hummed, as he ran his cold hands down your back while digging his fingers into the stuff muscles.

“You’re whimping out on me, _____. I don’t train whimps.” He roughly grabbed your hips and adjusted your position, so you were now fully bent over with your ass hovering just over his crotch.

You tapped your fingernails against your mat anxiously, knowing how this would look to anyone that would walk by, even if he was just your personal trainer.

“Your form is absolutely atrocious.” He commented nonchalantly, using this as an excuse to grip the sides of your waist and pull you in closer towards him so he could ‘adjust your posture’.

You squeezed your eyes shut, wondering why you were enjoying this so much.

Even though the two of you had always carried some sexual tension, he had never been so forward with you before, and you were wondering what made his resolve fizzle out so much to the point where he was basically air fucking you.

“I guess I should tell you that you received a text message when I grabbed your phone out of your bag.” He ran his hands lightly over the curves of your ass.

You instantly lifted your head at the small touch, but he quickly told you to put it back down, and you did.

“So, you gonna ask the hot trainer to the party or not?” He spoke mockingly, laughing as he heard you curse under your breath at the mistake your friend didn’t even know she made.

“That likely explains why you were late, right?” He pulled you toward him completely, your upper body now off of the ground.

You were on your knees as he stood silently behind you.

“You working up the courage to ask me out, honey?” You huffed, and he smirked. He loved getting under your skin.

“Don’t worry, hmm? I can make this a bit easier for you.” Jungkook stood to his full height and walked toward the front of the gym, leaving you alone in the back with your thoughts.

He surveyed the area for any remaining people, rolling his eyes when he saw one last man running on the treadmill.

“Hey!” Jungkook yelled, figuring the guy would hear him because he didn’t have headphones in.

When he continued to run, Jungkook mumbled something under his breath before he began to approach the man.

He stood in front of him with an extremely plastic smile, although he was tapping his foot impatiently against the ground.

“Hey, man. Due to some equipment malfunctions, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The man snorted and continued running.

“This treadmill works completely fine, and so does everything else in this gym.” Jungkook’s smile dropped, and he raised an eyebrow as he reached for the plug that powered the treadmill and pulled it out of the wall.

The man opened his mouth, probably to yell at Jungkook, but he held up his hand and pointed toward the door.

“Leave, or your membership with us is going to be revoked.” The man rolled his eyes.

“Permanently.” Jungkook added, and watched with a small smile as the man shot him a glare, grabbed his car keys and gym bag, and headed straight for the door.

Jungkook dropped the plug to the treadmill and walked calmly over to the door, glancing outside before he locked it and switched off the open sign.

He then made his way back to you, where you were quickly packing your things into your bag. If he was going to close the gym, that meant your session was over, and you wouldn’t have to bust your ass trying to keep up with him for another three hours.

“Something the matter?” Jungkook asked, feigning confusion as he watched you stuff everything into your bag with a cocky smile.

“Gym’s closed, isn’t it?” You responded as you picked up your bag and turned to face him with an eyebrow raised.

“Not for you.” He simply stated, as he grabbed the strap of your bag off of your shoulder and threw it back down to the ground.

You stared at him, and he stared back at you as the lights of the gym began to dim a bit.

“What?” You asked after a few silent seconds, cringing at the sound of your own voice as it came out small and fearful.

“Haven’t you got something to ask me?” You were going to ask him what the hell he was on sbout, before you remembered that he said he read your text message.

“She was kidding. Can I go now?” Jungkook shrugged as he stepped closer to you. You stepped backward, falling right into his plan of successfully trapping you against the wall.

“No, you can not.” He ran his hands over your arms, and down toward the tips of your fingers as he maintained eye contact with you.

“You do have two other options, though.” He explained. You hummed, signaling for him to continue.

Suddenly, the party didn’t seem so interesting anymore.

“Either you can be a good girl, and ask me out like the text read, or you can sit here and do cardio for the next three hours.” You bit your lip.

“I’m paying you for this?” You joked, although it was received as a whisper.

Jungkook nodded as he leaned in closer to you.

“Either option will result in you receiving a full body workout, so it’s your call.”

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watch and learn. (m)

pairing: kim taehyung x jeon jungkook x reader

genre: smut, (maybe some fluff? if you squint and turn your phone upside down, idk)

word count: 4k

warnings: dominant tae, slightly less dominant jk (or is he?), reader is older than kook (only by a few months) titties, jungkook does a full 180, (crazy), EXTREME plot twist, i think that’s it?

summary: jungkook wants to learn how to fuck, and you and your boyfriend would be more than happy to teach him.

request by my dearest @taesluttt.

“How long ‘til he gets here?” You asked Taehyung, as you continued to scroll through your Instagram feed while swinging your legs over the side of his bed.

He raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder, a small smirk on his face as he glanced at your reflection through the mirror he was standing in front of.

He bit his lips and ran his pointer finger along them as he smiled a bit. You were just so pretty.

He asked you to doll yourself up a bit a few hours ago.

Of course you didn’t need to, but he always enjoyed the sight of your legs when you were clad in some pretty lingerie of his choosing. He decided to go with black for today, because supposedly it was the kid’s favorite color. You didn’t really mind, because black was one of your favorite colors as well.

Taehyung turned and walked toward you. You raised an eyebrow at him as you looked up from your phone screen, watching with curious eyes as he placed his hands on either side of your thighs and leaned forward until he was nose to nose with you.

“Why do you want to know so bad, anyway?” He challenged, his lips twisted in a wry smile as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips.

You rolled your eyes, although you couldn’t hold back the smile grazing your lips.

“If we’re going to be helping your friend out, why would I not want to know when he’s coming?” You responded, Taehyung not registering a single word you say as he grazes one of his large hands over your right breast.

You hummed in appreciation at the small touch, leaning back a bit to allow him to caress you further.

“Yeah, whatever, but he knows his place.” He pinched at your nipple through your clothing, opening his mouth to say something else when his phone dinged in his back pocket.

Excitement began to stir in your chest. You were almost certain that was him.

“You better be sure that you know yours, too.” He shot you a small glare as he began to fish for his phone. 

Taehyung knew how you got whenever you were given someone else’s attention, and if he had to cut in between the two of you and tell the kid to high tail it the fuck home, then he would.

He didn’t think that would be necessary, though. Jungkook had always been a shy boy.

You watched your boyfriend’s eyes bounce around while he read the message on the screen. You turned over your shoulder and placed your phone down on the desk next to the bed

“He’s outside.” Taehyung exhaled slowly as he tucked his phone back into his pocket and began to head out of the room to go and grab Jungkook.

“Awesome! I’ll bring him up.” You shot off of the bed and began to follow Taehyung, hot on his trail when he turned and grabbed your wrist and pushed you back toward the bed.

“Hell no. Stay right there and lose some of that happiness.” You pouted.

“I’m supposed to be enticing though, aren’t I?” You giggled as Taehyung visibly began to grow more irritated with every second that passed.

“It’s just a little tease, babe.” His phone dinged again in his back pocket.

He sighed in frustration.

“You’re keeping our guest waiting.” He spoke nonchalantly, as he quickly swooped down to grab your waist and hoist you up over his shoulder, taking a few steps forward before throwing you onto the bed with a bit of force.

“Jealous much?” You asked after you got ahold of yourself, brushing your hair out of your face in distaste as it had gotten stuck to your lipgloss.

Taehyung laughed, his hand on the doorknob of his bedroom door as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Don’t make me embarrass you, _____.” He smiled sarcastically before slamming the door shut.

You could hear his loud footsteps retreating down the hallway as he got further and further away from the door.

Well, maybe you wanted him to embarass you.

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For some reason, it took Taehyung about five minutes before he brought Jungkook inside. You could hear the two of them talking through the door.

They had been there for a while, and you were tempted to press your ear against it and take a quick listen, but knowing your luck Taehyung would open the door and send you flying backward toward the floor.

Instead, you busied yourself by spreading your limbs out over the bed in a comfortable, yet sensual position. You were sure this would be a surprise to both Jungkook and Taehyung.

So, you laid on your side, one of your elbows pressed into the sheets of the bed as you propped your head up on your hand, and the other placed loosely around your waist.

You pushed your ass out just a bit. This would be more fun for both you and Jungkook if Taehyung was just a little upset.

“I’m not going to deny you of anything since you’re still learning, but I will reprimand you if you do something I don’t like.” Taehyung’s voice was crystal clear now, your heartbeat racing as he turned the doorknob it what felt like slow motion.

Once he finally pushed the door open, you exhaled slowly and began to tap your fingers against the side of your thigh teasingly.

Taehyung was not surprised in the slightest at the position you had twisted yourself into, much to your dismay. He expected you to thrive off of the attention given to you by the younger boy.

“And of course, this is _____.” Taehyung spoke slowly, head cocked to the side and arms crossed as he watched Jungkook’s every more, wondering what he was going to do next.

“Oh, God.” The shy boy muttered, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks as he instantly shot his head down to the floor, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet to avoid eye contact with you.

You had never seen the boy in person, only through pictures of him Taehyung showed you beforehand. He was very attractive on a screen, but those pictures didn’t even come close to the image that was right in front of you.

You giggled at his decision to stare at the ground, shooting Taehyung a questioning glance as you were unsure of what to do next.

“Look at her, Kook. It’s alright.” Taehyung encouraged the boy, nudging him forward by pressing his elbow into the boy’s spine.

He shyly stepped closer to you, eyes still trained on the ground.

“Look up.” Taehyung roughly commanded, to which Jungkook readily obeyed.

His head was raised, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking over your head.

‘Cute.’ You thought to yourself, as you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You threw your legs over the edge of Taehyung’s bed, slowly and sensually, bending down just a tad bit as you did so because you knew your tits would look amazing from the angle that the kid was standing at.

He made no eye contact with you still, even as you took small steps over to him, and stood right in front of him with your arms crossed underneath your chest.

“Hey,” You began, tilting the kid’s chin down with your pointer finger to coax him to meet your eyes.

He bit his bottom lip as his large doe eyes met yours, his hands fiddling nervously at the pockets of his pants as you stared at him intensely.

You heard Taehyung inhale sharply from behind the two of you. You broke eye contact with Jungkook for a moment to shoot your boyfriend a warning glare, but when Jungkook tried to turn his head to see what the issue was, you quickly tugged his chin back toward the front and held it between your fingers, so he had no choice but to look at you now.

“Let’s get started then, shall we?” Taehyung clapped, the sound excessively loud. Jungkook jumped at the sound, and you resisted the urge to coo at his cuteness.

You kept your fingers on Jungkook’s chin, the younger boy’s eyes still on you, although yours were on Taehyung as he walked to stand beside the two of you, although he was a good distance away.

“I’m letting you take the reigns, Kookie.” You raised an eyebrow at Taehyung’s use of nicknames. You were almost sure that he was constantly using them to remind Jungkook that he wasn’t in total charge.

“I’m not going to touch either of you, but I am going to guide you. Do you understand?” Jungkook nodded shyly.

A question had been floating in the back of your head ever since he stepped foot into the bedroom, but you weren’t sure if you should ask it.

There was a thick silence in the room.

“Jungkook, are you a virgin?” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

You watched as he cringed a bit at your words, and you immediately regretted even asking the question by this point.

“Seriously? Do I seem that inexperienced?” He asked quietly, still nervously fidgeting with his hands.

Well, you couldn’t deny that you thought he was, but maybe you could sugarcoat it a bit.

“Well....maybe you’re just a little shy, y’know? But that’s what you’re here for anyway! We’re going to break you out of your shell.” You encouraged him, running your thumb gently along his cheek with a small smile.

He returned the smile, leaning into your touch like a sleepy puppy as he kept eye contact with you.

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyung was sporting a sinister smile as he watched the interaction occur.

He cleared his throat and stepped closer to the two of you, returning back to his teacher aura.

“Why don’t we start with a bit of foreplay, Kook?” Taehyung suggested, the younger of the two responding with a brief nod.

Taehyung cocked his head to the side as he glanced down at Jungkook’s hands, shaking his head in disapproval at the awkward position he held himself in.

“You need to get her warmed up, Jungkook. Now would be a good time to use your hands.” Taehyung commented, as Jungkook broke eye contact with you for a moment to look at your boyfriend.

“What?” Taehyung asked, rather abruptly.

“A-Anywhere?” Jungkook stuttered. Taehyung couldn’t hold back the laugh that was bubbling in chest.

“Yes, kid. Anywhere.” Jungkook continued to look at Taehyung for a moment, before directing his attention back to you. 

By now, you had dropped your hand from his chin down to his shoulder.

Jungkook looked back to Taehyung again.

“C-can I p-put them--”

“Don’t ask me. Do what you want.” Taehyung shrugged.

You were a bit taken aback by his apparent forwardness, but you were even more taken aback by the way Jungkook’s hands flew to your tits immediately, as he began to gently mold them between his hands through your thin lace bra.

He broke his gaze away from your chest as he glanced down at you, making sure that you were enjoying his touches before continuing.

“Is it... is it okay if I do this?” He asked, as he hesitantly pulled the bra down, underneath your breasts as he began to lightly tug your nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers.

You laughed breathlessly, swallowing a whimper that was on the verge of falling out of your mouth.

“Yes, Kookie. God, that’s more than okay.” You opened your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them. 

You brought your hands up to his chest, scraping your nails lightly against his torso. Your eyes widened once you were literally able to feel his abs through the shirt he was wearing.

You brought your hands down to his crotch, as you began to lightly caress his cock through his pants.

This little movement spurred Jungkook on, as he let out a small moan while leaning forward to attach his mouth to one of your nipples.

“Oh, shit.” You moaned, your hands stilling for a moment as his hot tongue lapped eagerly around the small bud.

He grew even more bold with his actions, looking up at you through those pretty lashes of his as he bit down and your nippled and tugged.

Hard.

“Fuck, where did all of this confidence come from?” You spoke, although it was a jumbled mess.

He moved to the other nipple, which just so happened to be the more sensitive one. 

You melted into Jungkook, although he easily caught you in his arms and held all of your body weight as he continued his teasing of your nipples.

“This is perfect. She’s vulnerable, so try going for a sweet spot.” Taehyung stalked even closer to the two of you, practically in the little bubble that you and Jungkook created.

“Like her neck...” Taehyung whispered into the youngest’s ear, before pulling away with a slight chuckle.

You were already bearing your neck to Jungkook (unintentionally), so it didn’t take much of anything for him to bring his fingers back to your nipples as he busied his mouth with your neck.

You let out a sound that was a mixture between a whimper and a moan as your knees buckled, and your legs went lax as you pushed more of your weight against Jungkook.

“How does that feel?” Jungkook asked, although his tiny voice was slightly muffled due to his lips and tongue being pressed against your neck, but you understood him well enough.

“S-so good, Kookie. Fuck.” You whined.

Jungkook lets out a grunt, and he pulls away from you.

“I really don’t like being called that, you know?” He cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow, pieces of his hair falling in front of his face as he looked at you with annoyance written all over his features.

“I--what?” You responded, completely confused by his sudden change of demeanor.

You were so confused that you didn’t even bother to pull your bra back up to cover your tits, so Jungkook took advantage of this and stared at them shamelessly while you tried to conjure up an answer to his question.

“My name is Jungkook. Don’t fucking baby me.” Your eyeballs bulged out of their sockets as you stuck your neck forward a bit to see if you were hearing him correctly.

“What the hell is going on?” You glanced over at Taehyung, although he just shrugged, amused at your confusion, and motioned his hand back over in Jungkook’s direction, silently telling you to place your gaze back on him.

“Tae was calling you Kookie this entire time... I don’t understand where this is coming fro--” You quickly felt movement behind you.

You looked to your side, and Taehyung was no longer there. 

You glanced back up at Jungkook, who now had a wide smile etched onto his face as you were suddenly dragged backwards by his Hyung.

You didn’t have time to evaluate the situation, as Taehyung had forced you onto your knees, your upper body bent over on his bed as he handcuffed your wrists together behind your back.

You could vaguely make out the sound of fabric being tossed onto the floor as Taehyung let go of your wrists. He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and tugged you up off the ground, turning you around so you were now face to face with a naked Jungkook.

“Oh my God.” You mumbled.

Looks like the tables have turned, and oh, how embarrassed you were.

Well, Taehyung did say he’d embarrass you... even if it wasn’t intentional.

Or maybe it was?

“So, what was your plan?” You asked, twisting your face in discomfort as the metal of the cuffs began to pinch at your skin.

“As soon as I showed you those pictures of Jungkook, you wouldn’t shut up about how good looking he was.” Jungkook smirked and ran a hand through his hair.

“Oh, really? All of that, huh?” Taehyung snapped his head in Jungkook’s direction.

“Watch yourself.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Why all of this, then? It’s not like I wouldn’t have readily agreed.” Taehyung turned to look at Jungkook, who gave you an unapologetic smile.

“Maybe, but it’s a bit more fun to fuck around with someone so gullible.” Jungkook laughed, as he began to walk toward you, shamelessly stroking his dick in one of his hands while the other was idle by his side.

Taehyung watched the two of you for a moment, before walking away toward the other side of the bedroom.

“I’m not gullible.” You immediately responded.

“It doesn’t quite seem that way though, does it?” He retorted.

Once he was close enough to reach you, he tugged you forward by gripping one of your nipples. 

Pain shot right through your spine. Of course you didn’t want it to last, so you walked towards him.

“Plus, we wanted your first threesome to be a memorable experience.” You scoffed.

“And what makes either of you think that this will be something that I’d like to remember?” Jungkook pretended to yawn, bored of your unnecessary talking.

“You could do so many more things with that pretty mouth of yours right now than pissing me off, ______.” He wrapped his hand around the back of your head as he began to bring you down to your knees in front of him.

He slapped his dick against the side of your face a few times, a wanton moan leaving your mouth at the feeling.

“Go on,” Jungkook prodded, pushing his cock head past your lips, “Make me cum.” You slowly opened your mouth,although Jungkook was becoming impatient with your constant teasing.

He lowered himself down a bit, so he was almost eye level with you, and popped two of his fingers inside of your mouth.

He whirled them around a bit before removing them with a slight pop, patting the side of your face gently a few times before standing again.

“Keep that mouth open for me, and stick your tongue out.” You did as he said, looking up at him through your eyelashes just as he did to you minutes ago.

He slapped his heavy dick against your tongue half a dozen times, before he slowly pushed his way inside of your mouth.

You gagged immediately, the sound shooting straight through his dick.

“That’s it, what a good girl.” He encouraged you, a growl ripping through his throat midway through his sentence.

You were beginning to wonder where Taehyung had wandered off to, when you could see him coming up behind you in your peripheral vision, his veiny cock in his hand as he stroked it languidly.

You tried to turn your head to follow his movements, which caused Jungkook’s cock to press against your gums instead of sliding down your throat.

He slapped your cheek that his cock was pressed against until you finally turned your head back toward him, a strangled growl coming from deep within his throat as his length slid perfectly into your mouth once more.

He pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he began to pick up a steady pace with his hips rutting into your mouth.

You gagged every so often, but that only turned him on more.

Meanwhile, Taehyung had already pushed your panties to one side, and was pushing the head of his own cock against your cunt, as you began to eagerly wiggle your ass back and forth while moaning on Jungkook’s dick as your boyfriend continued to tease you.

Taehyung placed one of his large hands on your ass as he forced you to stop moving around, muttering something along the lines of  “Greedy girls don’t get fucked.”

You let out a choked moan as he finally pushed himself against you. You were more than wet enough to take him, which he praised you for as he slid into you.

“Who would’ve known that watching you get used by someone else would make me so fucking hard?” Taehyung laughed, wrapping his hands around your hips as he fucked you onto his cock.

“Don’t ever get used to this, baby.” He leaned down, his chest pressed against your back as he began to rut himself against you, your nose pressing against Jungkook’s abdomen with every rough thrust from Taehyung’s hips, forcing you to take the entirety of his cock down your throat.

“Shit, I’m not gonna fucking last.” Jungkook screwed his eyes shut, throwing his head back as he desperately tried to hold off his orgasm.

“Only I can fuck you like this, hm? This fat cock is the only thing your pussy will ever take.” Taehyung chuckled darkly in your ear, one of his raspy moans breaking through the skin slapping that was clouding your mind at the moment.

Your brain began to turn to nothing, the only thing on your mind being how close you were to cumming on Taehyung’s dick.

“Look at me.” Jungkook roughly tugged at your hair. You instantly snapped your head up to look at him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Taehyung looked up at Jungkook, his thrusts becoming more shallow as he neared his own end.

“You better pull the fuck out.” Taehyung warned. Jungkook laughed, as he tried his best to look cocky even though he was in immense pleasure.

“A-and if I don’t?” He asked, a rope of his cum threatening to spill put over your tongue at any moment.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t test me, brat.” Jungkook complied with his Hyung, (even though he really didn’t have to), as he pulled out of your mouth and shot his cum onto your face and tits.

As soon as his cock plopped out of your mouth, you were a screaming mess as Taehyung began to manhandle you against his dick.

“Your tits look so pretty covered in cum.” Jungkook lazily commented, the words rolling off of his tongue as if he weren’t meant to say them.

“I know you want to cum, baby.” Taehyung spoke through gritted teeth, now able to reach deeper inside of you as he tugged on your hair, bringing your body as close to his as possible.

“Hold it. Fucking hold that cum.” He whispered into your ear, wrapping one of his hands around your throat as he snaked the other one down your stomach and to your clit.

“I can’t, fuck! Please!” 

“On three, Princess.” Your eyes began to water. You weren’t sure if you could hold it for three more seconds-- it hurt so fucking bad, but it felt so good.

“Ready?” You nodded eagerly. 

“One...” His thrusts rapidly began to lose rhythm as he used your cunt to chase his high.

“Two...” His fingers began to slowly  falter against your clit.

“Cum.” He ordered, and just like that, you fell apart on his cock. 

You giggled at the feeling of his cum filling you up to the brim, Taehyung petting your head while praising you for being a good cumslut.

You collapsed onto the ground, some of Jungkook’s cum spilling off of your breasts and onto Taehyung’s carpet.

You registered the feeling of Taehyung pulling out of you, as you laid comfortably against the ground for a few moments, before you felt strong arms lifting you up off of the ground.

You slowly opened your eyes, jolting to your senses when you realized Jungkook was carrying you to Taehyung’s bed, where the latter of the two was sat with his legs spread, stroking his cock.

“What now?” You groaned tiredly.

“You need to come clean your cum off of my dick.” Taehyung harshly slapped your ass. You jumped.

“Did you think I’m going to leave without fucking you? Maybe you can’t take cock like you think you can, darlin’.” Jungkook smirked. You glared at him.

“Maybe you’re just all talk, asshole.” Jungkook playfully raised an eyebrow as he positioned himself behind you, raising your ass in the air as he rubbed his cock up and down your slit.

“Quick question for you, _____?” You hummed.

“Still think I’m a virgin?”

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started: 4/28/2020

last updated: 12/7/2021

KNJ:

disturbance pt. 2 (smut)

disturbance. (implied smut)

Mafia!HyungLine (Reacting to you being a brat)

KSJ:

Mafia!HyungLine (Reacting to you being a brat)

MYG:

memories. (smut)

recite. (implied smut)

Mafia!HyungLine (Reacting to you being a brat) 

innocence. (smut)

JHS:

Mafia!HyungLine (Reacting to you being a brat)

PJM:

drunk confessions. (m)

KTH:

a modern day fairytale. (m)

watch and learn. (m)

thirsty. (smut)

a bit of brattiness. (smut)

JJK:

Taking Notes. (Chapter Series. This is the link to the first chapter.)

Knock Knock. (Chapter Series. This is the link to the first chapter.)

trick. (smut)

protection. (fluff, smut)

workout. (implied smut)

watch and learn. (smut)

quarantine w/ jk. (implied smut)

time schedule. (implied smut)

thirsty. (m)

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: smut, mafia au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mafia!tae, slight yandere!tae (he’s crazy as hell), obsessive tae, mentions of blood and death, virgin!reader, etc.

summary: taehyung doesn’t take very lightly to disrespect.

(y’all if there are any typos, please tell me because i didn’t really proofread--)

(of course, credits to @taesluttt​ for this picture, and for the title of this fic)

“Maybe we could try something else instead...” You read aloud to yourself, as you began to finish the only book you hadn’t read in Taehyung’s library.

When the two of you first began dating, Taehyung began to quickly build up an enormous book collection. 

You asked him if he was interested in literature, or if he took up reading as a past time, to which he responded with a condescending smile,

“The books are not for me.”

This was before you found out his occupation.

Reading was one of your only other options of entertainment other than watching Netflix. Even then, you had to beg Taehyung to buy Netflix so you wouldn’t drive yourself insane. 

Of course, it wasn’t a money issue.

Taehyung had more than enough money to supply for the both of you and ten other people for the rest of your lifetimes, but he didn’t want you getting any stupid ideas from those dumb Netflix documentaries on trying to escape him.

You considered it many, many times before, but you could never go through with it in fear of what Taehyung would do to you or those you care about.

He told you countless times before that he would never lay a finger on you, and he has upheld that promise so far, but when you asked him if he’d ever hurt your loved ones, he just giggled and bopped your nose.

It was safe to say that he had you right where he wanted you--meek and subservient.

You sighed and closed the book, walking to place it back in the spot where you retrieved it, knowing that Taehyung would scold you with a smile on his face if you left the book on the couch.

He enjoyed talking down to you-- it was something about the apologetic and fearful look in your eyes that sparked his arousal.

 You reached for your phone in your back pocket, cursing under your breath when you remembered that Taehyung had taken it from you this morning because you hadn’t given him a kiss, as you were supposed to everyday.

You weren’t allowed to text anyone other than him or access any social medias, so the phone was basically there as an accessory.

Hopefully if you could convince him, he’d let you download Instagram or something so you could reach out to your family. You knew it’d be a long shot, and he’d probably agree to let you text them before anything else, but it had been such a long time that you had forgotten their phone numbers.

Maybe now would be a good time to ask him?

You did start the day off roughly by forgetting his kiss, but you’ve been good about everything else. Everything was neat and in order, just how he liked it.

It shouldn’t be that much of a deal now.

You took a deep breath, rolling your shoulders backwards once before you began to approach the stairs.

Once your foot hit the first step, you began to instantly regret this idea. This would be a huge ask, and if Taehyung didn’t like the idea, you knew it’d end up with you bent over his lap, 50 spanks on each cheek.

You thought about it for a few more seconds, before continuing to walk up the stairs.

There’s a first time for everything.

Once you reached the final step, you could faintly make out Taehyung’s baritone voice through his closed office door.

You paused, knowing better than to barge in unannounced when he was in the middle of something important.

You listened in for a few more moments, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion when you could make out the faint sound of another voice in the room.

“What the hell?” You whispered under your breath. You’d been awake all morning, and no one ever walked through the front door.

There was a long pause on the other side of the room, before Taehyung calmly spoke, “Is there something you need, baby?”

Your eyes widened, wondering how he knew you were creeping outside of his office.

Your footsteps weren’t heavy (you made sure they weren’t), so how did he know---

“Would you like to come in?”

You’d never been in there before, and to be honest, you didn’t want to go.

Plus, there was a hint of annoyance in his tone, and you knew you were the cause of it.

You were frozen in place, Taehyung not allowing you any time to respond before he opened the door himself.

Your assumptions were correct— someone else was in the room. You had never seen this man before, so this must’ve been one of Taehyung’s new business partners.

You vaguely remembered him saying something about making a new deal with another mafia leader last week, but when he began to get into the details of what that meant for the two of you, you got lost in those foreign words that you were sure didn’t exist, and you’d be one to know considering the amount of books you read.

Your boyfriend smiled, gently tugging you into the room and leaving the door open as he pulled you into his lap.

Your heart began to beat rapidly at the stranger’s stare.

Although your boyfriend was infinitely more intimidating than this man, you just couldn’t fathom being in a room with two mafia leaders.

The stranger leaned forward, a curious gaze on his face as he examined your facial features.

Taehyung watched him intently, one of his arms propped up on his desk and the other around your waist.

“Who’s the bitch?” The man asked bluntly.

Taehyung’s smile wavered, as if he was trying to process what was just said.

He tightened his grip around your waist, your body as close to his as possible. He quickly turned to look over his shoulder as he opened up the drawer of his desk.

He pulled out a revolver, aiming the gun at the man’s kneecap before shooting with minimal recoil, even though he was only using one hand.

You screamed, as Taehyung dropped the gun on the ground as if it were a pen in a quiet classroom.

He stood up, lightly pushing you away from him as he walked over to stare down at the man’s body.

He laughed and shook his head as the guy began to yell profanities at him.

Taehyung found it amusing though, feigning innocence and confusion as he kneeled down onto the ground. He grabbed the man’s chin and forced him to make eye contact with him as he jabbed his thumb into the bullet wound.

“YOU FUCKING PYSCHO!” The man screamed, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

He stood up and turned to look at you, wiping the blood on his fingers on his shirt.

You cowered away from Taehyung in fear.

You’d been with him for a while, but he had never snapped like that before.

“Why did you do that?” You yelled, rushing over to the man.

You couldn’t even get close before Taehyung threaded his hands in your hair and pulled you backwards.

Taehyung kept his grip on you, while whistling an unknown tune and typing something into his phone.

Immediately, one of the cleaners rushed in and began to drag the man’s limp body out of the room.

He was going to be alright, his groans of pain being the only way you could tell.

Taehyung watched with intense eyes as the door was closed gently, sighing in disappointment at the trail of blood that led out of the room.

“I should really stop doing that, shouldn’t I?” Taehyung pulled you into his lap by the grip he still had on your hair before letting go.

“I could’ve handled it myself, Taehyung.” He hummed, not listening to a word that came out of your pretty little mouth as he began to rub his hands along the insides of your thighs.

He knew that you weren’t quite ready to lose your virginity yet, but that never stopped him from touching you every now and then.

You actually liked the way he’d rub his hands along your skin, as long as he didn’t go too far.

You were still afraid of Taehyung, but you wouldn’t tell him that in fear of what he’d do.

“My adrenaline is pumping, baby.” He grabbed your hand gently and placed it over his heart. You shivered.

“Y-yeah, it is.” You laughed awkwardly.

He stared at you for several moments, before licking his lips and bucking his hips against your covered pussy.

You whimpered in surprise.

“I am so sorry, Princess. I just couldn’t help it. You look so fucking pretty right now.” You gulped, glancing around the room to avoid eye contact with him.

“I can’t do this anymore.” His hands began to fidget by his sides.

You raised both of your eyebrows in surprise. What the hell was going on with him?

“Would you let me take you tonight, honey? I’ve got to have something, please.”

You laughed a bit at his question.

“I could give you a blowjob.” You shrugged. Even though you were a virgin, you had no issue with pleasuring Taehyung in other ways.

“Fuck, no, I don’t want that.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Then—“

“Inside, _____. I need to be inside of you.”

You immediately shook your head. You were almost certain that it was the adrenaline talking.

“I’m not ready to—“

“I’m not going to fuck you yet, darling. I just want to get a taste of your pussy....something to satiate me.” He picked you up off of his lap and threw you onto his office desk.

“You—w-we never discussed—“

“Yes, I know, but you wouldn’t want me to be deprived of your sweetness for too long, now would you?” He looked beautifully insane.

His hair was tousled and clinging to his forehead, his face and neck were sweaty from the adrenaline rush, and the blood was beginning to dry on his shirt.

“I—T-Taehyung....”

“I’ve got to take something from you, sweetheart. It won’t take long at all.” He grabbed your legs and yanked you toward the edge of the desk, his breathing heavy as he began to slide your shorts and panties down you legs.

“P-please don’t hurt me, T-Tae.” He looked up at you, a sideways smile on his face.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He spoke, running his hand that was free of the dried blood up and down your slit.

He had attempted to finger you once before, so this was nothing new to you, but this would be the first time that he’d actually... succeed.

He plunged his fingers into your pussy, a broken moan climbing out of his throat as he relished in the way you greedily took him in.

Or took his fingers, rather.

He glanced at your face. You looked uncomfortable, but for some reason that made him all the more aroused.

“You’ll get used to it if I go a little faster, yeah?” He asked, although he knew you weren’t going to respond.

He took initiative first, placing his bloody hand on your lower stomach as he added another finger inside of your warmth, now using two fingers to attack you at your most sensitive areas.

The discomfort faded quickly, although now you were uncertain of you what you were supposed to do.

If this were any other situation then it’d be easy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on the feeling of his long, thick fingers inside of you when there was a gun and a trail of blood on the floor.

Taehyung noticed how your attention wasn’t on him, and that was a gigantic rule breaker in his book.

He wasn’t having that.

“Hey.” He removed his hand from your stomach and snapped his fingers in front of your face.

You whimpered.

“Eyes on me. Cum right fucking now, do it. Cream my fingers.” He licked his fingers and brought them down to your clit, pressing his forehead against yours as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“I-I’m gonna cum! I’m—“ Taehyung immediately dropped to his knees, quickly pulling his fingers out of you in favor of replacing them with his mouth.

He collected every drop of your cum like a mad man. He’d be a fucking fool not to.

He waited until your body began to shake before pulling away.

He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground, before placing a kiss to your forehead with a loving smile on his face.

“Baby?” He asked, as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Hmm?” You replied, still in a state of shock.

“Get out of my office.”

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a bit of brattiness. (m)

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: smut; wolf au

word count: 3k

warnings: alpha!tae, omega!reader, luna!reader, breeding, hairy taehyung, assertion of dominance (male and female), degradataion, slight jk appearance, alpha kink, exhibitionism, etc.

summary: you’ve been a bit of a brat lately. taehyung doesn’t mind, but the members of his pack seem to have an issue with it. (i combined two requests in this one-shot. enjoy!)

(shoutout to @taesluttt​ for sending me this gif.)

You’ve found it a bit difficult to entertain yourself as of late. 

Taehyung was always busy doing something that pertained to keeping his pack in order, and although you had just as much of a right as he did to know what was going on outside of what the members knew, you weren’t really in the mood to deal with the stress of it at the moment.

You’d leave that to him for now.

Taehyung was out at the store buying groceries for the pack. You told him you’d go with him-- actually, you really wanted to go with him because it’d give you a chance to go outside for once in quite some time, but he insisted that you stay home and watch over his pack members.

You persisted, telling him that they were grown men and could handle themselves for a few hours, but he shut you down immediately.

“Be good for me, sweetheart. If everything is in order when I return, I’ll play with you, alright?”

He then gave you a kiss on your forehead, and left with a smirk on his face.

He had been gone for three hours now.

In his defense, it always took him a while to go grocery shopping. Food never lasted in this house, and why would it when there were seven hormonal male wolves cooped together in here?

So, here you were, sprawled out over your shared bed with a frown on your face and your phone in your hand.

You contemplated texting him, but you knew that he’d get immensely frustrated if you texted him while he was busy if it wasn’t an emergency.

He’d see it as a break in the trust that you had in him, which you learned the hard way when he first brought you into his pack.

You’d never live the embarrassment of that day down.

You rolled your eyes at the thought. You weren’t as submissive as you were back then anymore. The only person who could earn your submission was Taehyung, obviously.

Well, not earn. It was in your DNA to please your Alpha.

He gave you an order to watch over the pack, and you weren’t following it. If he found out (which he definitely would because Yoongi loved to rat you out to Taehyung), you’d never hear the end of it.

You got up off of the bed, not bothering to put on shorts underneath the shirt you were wearing, which belonged to Taehyung. 

He only allowed you to wear his clothes around the house, mentioning that it was something about the smell of himself constantly on you that kept him sane.

You didn’t mind. All of his clothes were comfortable anyway. 

You began to walk down the stairs, heading for the living room which was where all of the boys had been since Taehyung’s departure, and you knew for a fact that they hadn’t moved since because you could still hear the loud gunshots from the video game they were playing.

They all heard you approaching because of their sensitive ears, but they barely spared you a glance before all of their attention was back to the gigantic screen in front of them.

Once you had gotten down the stairs, your eyes were immediately drawn to the mess that was the entire downstairs area of the house.

“What the hell is this?” You yelled, although the noise of the game drowned out your voice entirely.

You couldn’t believe them.

You cleaned earlier today, and they trashed everything within the span of just a few hours? Absolutely not.

You walked over to the couch that they were seated on, some of them actually on the cushions, others on the arms of the couch, or either laid out on the floor.

“Would any of you care to explain this mess?” You spoke, crossing your arms and shaking your head in disbelief as you looked out at the mess again.

“Mess?” Namjoon spoke immediately, eyes trained on the screen in front of him with his tongue poking out slightly.

“Don’t call yourself a mess, Luna. You look wonderful today.” You closed your eyes and tilted your head to the side.

You needed them to clean this up, and you needed it done quickly. Taehyung could be home any minute now.

You walked over to the TV and stood right in front of the screen.

Instead of complaining like you expected them to, they all turned their heads to the side and continued to jam their thumbs against the controllers.

“Alright, you’re done with this.” You mumbled to yourself, as you turned around and grabbed the cord in the wall that powered the TV.

You pulled it out and held it in your hands, a small smirk on your face as the boys stared at you with unimpressed looks on their faces.

“You do know that we could take that cord from you and plug it back in, right?” Yoongi asked, legs spread open as he sat the controller in between his legs.

“Not if I take it into my bedroom.” You quickly responded, eyeing him carefully while spinning the cord around in your hand. You were just as unimpressed with him as he was with you.

He rolled his eyes, as did a few of the other boys.

“Or have you forgotten that you’re not allowed in there?” You laughed, disconnecting the cord from the TV as well so the entire thing sat in your hands.

“Oh, come on!” Jimin groaned, tossing his head back in annoyance as he ran a hand through his black locks.

“Could you please just plug the cord back in, Luna?” Jeongguk asked, his doe eyes wide as he gave you his best attempt at a pouty face.

You cooed at his adorableness, but you still shook your head.

“No, but I’ll make you a deal.” You sighed, dropping the cord on the floor next to  you. All of their eyes followed the black thing as it hit the ground, but none of them dared to reach for it now with the threat of Taehyung figuring out.

“You clean up this atrocity,” You paused, squinting your eyes at the way they all sighed heavily, “And you can have your cord back. Sound good?”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes.

“For fucks sake, could you just plug the damn thing in?” He groaned, throwing the controller against the ground in a fit of rage.

You raised an eyebrow as you sauntered over to him, kneeling on the ground in front of him so the two of you were somewhat eye level.

He kept his concentrated gaze on you, his upper lip twisted in a snarl as you wrapped your hand around his throat.

The other boys watched curiously. 

You had never been so forward with any of them before, but with Taehyung’s promise that he made to you before he left for the store in the back of your head, you weren’t taking any chances with any of their bullshit.

“You’ve seemed to forgotten the ranking of importance, pup.” You pulled back slightly when he lunged at you. You knew for a fact that he hated being restrained, so you were going to use that against him.

“There’s Tae, me, and then you. When he’s not around, whatever I say goes.” Jeongguk rolled his eyes.

You were a bit surprised. You’d never seen this sort of attitude change from him before. You assumed that this meant that he was approaching his first heat.

Cute.

“You only have authority over us when he isn’t here, Luna.” He smirked, breath slightly hitched from your hand tightening around his throat. You growled at the way his tone of voice changed when referring to you as his Luna.

“That isn’t very often. Don’t let the power get to your head.” He continued.

You leaned in closer to him, your cool breath fanning over his face as he kept eye contact with you.

“Then don’t act tough when you’re still a fucking puppy.” He leaned in closer to you, his nose brushing against yours as he growled at you.

“You talk a big game when your Alpha isn’t around, don’t you, Luna?” You loosened your grip around his neck, although you wouldn’t let go completely yet.

“How would he react if he were to find out that you treated his pack like this?” You opened your mouth to respond, when the alarm went off at the front door.

All seven of you turned your head to find Taehyung entering with what looked like thirty bags on his arms.

“I’d tell you that she’s allowed to do whatever she pleases, whether I’m around or not.” Taehyung responded simply, trudging through the living room to make his way to the kitchen to set the bags down.

You were wondering how he must’ve heard you, but you’d seemed to forget that his hearing was far sharper and extensive than yours.

“Let go of his neck. I don’t like the look of this.” Taehyung said as he walked back toward the living room, arms crossed over his chest as he waited expectantly for you to follow his orders.

All eyes were on you now.

Your hand was still secured around Jeongguk’s neck.

You weren’t sure why.

Taehyung took one step forward, and you immediately dropped your hand.

He smiled lightly as this, his top lip twitching in annoyance at your hesitation to follow his order.

He continued to walk forward until he was standing behind you. 

You gulped. You already knew that you fucked up because he hadn’t said anything yet.

He reached down to tangle his hand into your hair, using his sturdy grip to pull you up off of the ground and into his chest.

“Ow!” You hissed, as he wrapped his free arm around your waist to securely press your body against his.

He roughly tilted your head to the side, glancing toward his pack members as he began to whisper into your ear.

“What did I tell you before I left?” He asked, knowing very well that you were afraid to answer him.

“I--w--well, you s-said--”

“Don’t stutter. You know I hate that. Tell me what I want to know.” He licked the skin of your neck that was exposed to him. You shivered.

“You told me to keep everything in order.” He hummed, pleased.

“And what did you do instead?” You exhaled shakily. You already angered him, and you’d hate to make it worse on yourself.

“I let everything become a mess.” He nodded, although you couldn’t see him.

“So, what does that make me look like? Hm?” He turned you around to face him, tilting your chin up with his pointer finger so you were forced to look up at him.

“When you don’t follow simple instructions, what does that make me look like?” He was growing impatient.

“A bad pack leader.” He clapped sarcastically, a sadistic smile on his face.

“To make things better, I come home to find you eye fucking a member of my pack?” You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t like that, but you’d never in your life interrupt him while he was talking.

“With your hand around his neck, too?” He cocked his head to the side, pausing for a moment before he lunged forward at you, taking your neck into his own hands.

“Perhaps you wanted to get put in your place, then. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yes.” You weakly responded.

“So you can understand that, but you can’t understand me when I tell you what I want done, and how I want it done?” You said nothing,, and he let go of your neck.

“Yes or no, Omega?” You chewed anxiously on your bottom lip.

“No.” 

“Finish your fucking sentences.” Taehyung growled, not impressed with this little act you were putting up because you were in front of his pack.

“No, I couldn’t understand, Alpha.” He nodded his head once. 

He placed one of his hands on top of your head and forcefully lowered you down to the ground.

“Take my dick out, and get it wet.” Your eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“Alph--”

“Take my fucking dick out, and get it wet.”

With shaky hands, you reached for his belt.

Taehyung was having it.

“Hurry the fuck up.” You whimpered, hands going into a frenzy as you hastily pulled his belt off and tugged his pants and boxers down in one go.

You couldn’t help the way that you got wet just from the sight of his body hair alone, especially the hair around his cock.

It made you feel as though he had a stronger sense of dominance over you as your Alpha

Taehyung liked the fact that you liked his body hair, since it did make him feel more masculine.

It was also why he never shaved.

You wrapped your hand around his cock, quickly taking him into your mouth just how he liked you to.

While you were busy with your mouth, he took his belt off and proceeded to bend over so he could wrap it around your neck.

This caused you to halt, unaware of what he was trying to do.

“I never told you to stop. Keep sucking my cock.” You obeyed, gagging around his dick as he tightened the belt around your neck like a leash.

Taehyung was very well endowed, and he knew that you struggled greatly trying to swallow his cock. You couldn’t even fit half of it into your mouth.”

He grabbed the part of the belt that hung in his hand, and wrapped it around his fist, pulling it closer and closer to himself until his entire cock was completely submerged down your throat, and your nose was touching his pelvis.

You began to cry intensely, no air getting to your lungs as he forced you to hold there for a few seconds.

“God, fuck!” He growled, pushing your head away once he figured you’d had enough.

He allowed you one gasp of air, before he pulled you forward again, several strings of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock.

You began to claw at his thighs as it became too much, and Taehyung reluctantly let you go.

He pulled you up off of the ground with the belt, turning you around to face the rest of his pack, who for some reason hadn’t moved from their seats this entire time.

Taehyung roughly threw your upper body in Jeongguk’s direction.

The youngest of the two made eye contact with his pack leader.

“Hold the leash.” Jeongguk quickly agreed, grabbing the belt  and wrapping it up in his fist just as Taehyung did moments ago.

“Since you seem to like being in his face so much, you can watch him while I fuck you.” Taehyung lifted his shirt up over your ass, pleasantly surprised to find that you weren’t wearing panties.

He never allowed you to, anyway. He knew it drove his pack members crazy when you walked around with your scent wafting everywhere, especially when you were ovulating, but he knew that they couldn’t (and wouldn’t) do a damn thing about it.

He rubbed his blunt cock head against your slit, figuring you were wet enough to take him by the way your slick ran down your thighs and onto his pants.

He pushed into you with ease, growling at the way your pussy invited him in.

“I’m going to breed you, baby.” He muttered, when he was already balls deep  inside of you.

You tried to lift your head to look back at him, but Jeongguk was pulling the belt too tight. You couldn’t even turn your head.

“Maybe that’ll give you something to do instead of staring at my pack members.” He delivered one harsh slap to your ass, placing both of his hands in your hair as he began to roughly fuck himself into you.

“You’re pretty like this, Luna.” Jeongguk snickered, referring to your fucked out expression as your Alpha fucked you.

You head was empty aside from his cock, and you couldn’t care less.

“Watch it, kid.” Taehyung snapped back at Jeongguk, his breath ragged as he began to give you quick, shallow thrusts.

You laid your head on the youngest’s thigh as you began to drool on his leg. It didn’t take Taehyung much of anything to hit that spot inside of you, but you wouldn’t ask him to cum until he had given you permission.

It was pathetic how close you were already.

“I’m sure this is what you want though, isn’t it?” He leaned over, placing his hands on either side of Jeongguk’s legs as he pressed his chest against your back.

“You want to walk around full of my hot cum, don’t you, Omega?” Taehyung growled into your ear. You responded with a weak, “Yes, Alpha.”

He grunted above you, his hips slowing significantly the more you tightened around him.

“I need you to cum, and I need you to do it right fucking now.” He growled, growing closer to the edge with every thrust.

He licked his pointer and middle fingers and brought them down to your clit, destroying the little nub as he continued to fuck you.

You wanted to wait for his okay, but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Please! Fuck, Please, Alpha!” Your legs began to shake as he continued to harshly rub at your clit.

“Cum, do it. Do it now.” He delivered three more slow thrusts to your cunt, before blowing his load inside of you, effectively knotting you.

It took him nearly three minutes to fill you with all of his cum, and once he finally did, it hurt.

Bad.

“O-oh, oh my God.” You whimpered from the pain.

“It hurts so fucking bad.” Taehyung smiled, glancing down at your swollen belly. He knew it hurt, but he couldn’t deny that he loved seeing you like this.

He gave you a moment to collect yourself, before pulling you away from Jeongguk and carrying you (yes, with his cock still inside of you) to the love seat.

He sat down, allowing you to rest your back against his chest as you began to drift off to sleep.

He smiled, keeping the belt around your neck as light snores began to leave your mouth.

He should really get you a leash.

He glanced at his pack, completely forgetting that they were in the room.

“What the hell are you looking at?” They said nothing.

“You heard what she said earlier. Go clean that mess.”

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quarantine w/ jk.

jeongguk is your roommate

you’ve lived together for half a year, and you’ve gotten used to his habits fairly easily

he’s cool, but he tends to do strange things (like putting his mouth on your thighs, arms, or tummy and biting gently)

he’s like a teething baby in a man’s body

the two of you watch a few shows together over the course of a few days to pass the time

that gets old extremely quickly

the both of you definitely get bored, just like everybody else

being inside with him is fun for a while though, but he’s either playing a game, doing some sort of workout, or trying to fuck you

you don’t mind any of that really, but you don’t understand how someone could manage to want to have that much sex in a day

so, you tell him that he’s going to have to find some other route to entertainment, which he gets very upset at

“There’s nothing else to do!”

you suggest a fun game of twister

he tells you that may be one of the lamest things he’s heard

you get tired of it and tell him to occupy himself

he then suggests a slight change to your suggested game

“...Why don’t we play with some baby oil?”

you twist your face up in confusion and distaste

you ask him why he would suggest playing twister with baby oil while being fully dressed

he rolls his eyes at your naivety and then quickly tugs his shirt over his head

“Naked twister, dumbass.”

you had gotten used to seeing him shirtless after living with him for only two weeks, so this was no shock-- the boy really loved being shirtless

it WAS a shock to you though when he tugged his boxers off like it was nothing

you quickly turned your back to him

he grabbed your shoulder and tugged you so you were facing him again

you glanced up at the ceiling to avoid seeing that gigantic fucking thing dangling between his legs

you weren’t even LOOKING at him and you could see it

he gripped your chin in his hand and forced you to make eye contact with him

you raised an eyebrow in defiance

he smirked at your attitude

“It’ll be fun. I promise.”

you agreed for some dumb reason

so here the two of you were

naked

oily

and laid out in the living room with a twister mat on the ground

the baby oil definitely made things interesting to say the least

he’s probably attempted to ‘accidentally’ brush his dick against you multiple times

you wouldn’t mind though, but you’d never tell him that

he flicked the spinner

“Right hand, yellow.”

this is where shit hit the fan

he attempted to slide his hand under your ass to get to the yellow circle, but you began to tremble as he neared your pussy

like he was really, REALLY close to touching your clit

you fell

he called you weak for losing the game over something like that

you asked him to go for another round

of course, he agreed

you waited until you had to move your hand under him to get to the color the spinner landed on 

instead of reaching for the color, though, you grabbed his dick instead

he instantly collapsed

you smirked, repeating his own words to him that he spoke to you moments ago

“I don’t lose.”

you hummed, asking him if he was sure since it really seemed as though he just lost the game

“Last round. We’re going again.”

he flicked the spinner again

you watched it carefully to see what it’d land on

he took this opportunity to slam your back against the mat

“I told you, I don’t lose.”

you tell him that he just did

you squirm under him, but his grip on your wrists only tightens

you suggest playing hide and seek instead, because you were beginning to grow tired of this game

he hums and begins to trail his way down your body

you jolt immediately and ask him what the hell he’s trying to do

“I’m hiding my face between your legs.”

(should i do these for the other members? if so, comment who i should do next!)

disturbance. (pt. 2!)

request by @taekooklover301​

It is advised that you read part one first. Happy reading!

warnings:  humiliation, degradation, choking, hair pulling, spanking, liiiitle bit of spit play, NAME CALLING, possessive behaviors, cum play (maybe), assertion of dominance, mentions of death, namjoon fucking you quickly because you’re a fucking brat, etc.

word count: 1.9k

“How about we try some role play?” Namjoon offered as he opened the door to his infamous torture room.

He’s mentioned it multiple times to you before today. You were beginning to wonder if it was really what he cracked it up to be.

“That’d be fun.” You shrugged, taking a glance inside of the room when he stepped aside and gestured toward the doorway.

You turned your head to look at him and raised an eyebrow. You couldn’t see a single thing.

It was just... darkness.

Namjoon laughed and playfully rolled his eyes.

“Just take a few steps inside, won’t you? There’s nothing near the door that could hurt you.” You turned your head back toward the doorway. 

What the hell did he mean by that?

You tried squinting and jutting your head forward just a bit, but you still couldn’t make anything out.

“You’re wasting my time.” Joon murmured, while picking up his foot and using the sole of his boots to nudge you into the room.

You stumbled inside, nearly tripping over your feet as you attempted to balance yourself.

He shut the door gently behind himself as he entered. 

You stood awkwardly as you waited for him to direct you to do something, or at least turn a light on or two. The longer you were in the dark, the longer it would take for your eyes to adjust when he finally turned the lights on.

You registered the sound of a few soft footsteps against some sort of material. Your hearing was heightened due to your sight being (nearly) taken away from you.

You jumped as you felt Namjoon’s long fingers tugging away at the robe that sat over the top of your lingerie.

“Here’s what I’m thinking we do, sweetheart.” He pushed your head to the left, using his knuckles to gently caress the skin on the right side of your neck before continuing.

“Why don’t you play as my toy for a little bit?” He wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

“Shouldn’t be a difficult task for you, really. I wanted to give you a simple role for your first experience in this room.” He ran his fingertips over your hips and up to your nipples, relishing in every gasp and moan you let out as he twisted and tugged them.

“Believe it or not, you aren’t the first person to enter this room.” You hadn’t realized you had your eyes closed until you opened them.

Way to kill the mood.

“You will be the first person to make it out alive, though.” He spoke nonchalantly, as he tugged the straps of your bra off of your shoulders.

“What?” You asked immediately. Namjoon chuckled at your obvious confusion.

“I call it a torture room for a reason, honey.” You shivered at his response, as he removed all touch from you and walked toward the entrance of the room to turn on the lights.

“Fuck.” You cursed as you brought your hands up to your eyes to cover them. The light was just as bright as you expected it to be.

Once you grew comfortable, you removed your hands from your eyes and took a look around the room. It certainly wasn’t what you expected-- instead of something out of a Pornhub shoot, you were met with what resembled the setup of all of the other bedrooms in the house.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you walked further into the room.

“This is what you kept up all of that talk about?” You spoke in disbelief as you crossed your arms and turned over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend. He clenched his jaw angrily at your apparent defiance.

“Yes, it is. Is there a problem with that?” You shook your head, unable to contain the giggles that left your mouth as Namjoon approached you.

“I’m not sure what sort of torturing you could do in this room, Joon.” You turned around again to view the setup of the room, as your boyfriend took that as his opportunity to grab a fistful of your hair a drag you toward the bed.

“OW! JOONIE--”

“The scene starts now.” He growled, as he tossed you onto the bed like a rag doll.

“But I--”

“Toys don’t talk, slut.” You immediately retracted, settling into the sheets of the bed as your panties stuck to your core due to the anticipation of this exact moment.

With practiced ease, Namjoon grabbed some rope and a pair of scissors out of the bedside table in the room.

He grabbed you by your hair once more, a devious smirk on his face as he snipped your brand new bra into pieces.

He yanked you closer to him, and did the same with your panties before tossing the scissors onto the ground in the corner of the room.

Your mouth fell open in shock.

“Are you serious? That was a brand new set!” His eye twitched in frustration, Couldn’t you take the hint and just shut the hell up?

That was fine by him. He could show you what he could do to you better than he could tell you.

He kneeled onto the ground and placed his hand around the back of your neck, before yanking your head down to level with his.

“Speak one more time without being spoken to, and it’ll be your dead body that’ll be dragged out of this room next. Do I make myself clear?” You nodded hastily, although you knew his threat meant nothing.

Or at least you hoped it didn’t.

“Roll over.” He commanded. When you responded too slowly, he quite literally growled at you and forced you onto your back.

He stood up off of the ground and yanked you toward the edge of the bed by your legs.

“I’m going to use you to get myself off.” He spoke harshly, as he quickly undid his belt and pulled his leaking cock out of his boxers.

“Remember what I said? You’re expected to make that commitment.” You moaned at his words. You had gotten him angry, so you knew he about to give you one of the roughest fucks of your life.

You couldn’t wait.

“What a surprise to see that you’re already dripping for me. What a good little toy you are, huh?” Namjoon licked his index and middle fingers before bringing them down to your delicious cunt and spreading your pussy lips apart.

“Oh my God, fuck.” He moaned to himself at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing. You were so desperate for him.

He licked his lips, ready to devour your cunt when his watched dinged on his wrist.

You whined out of frustration. Namjoon smirked as he read the alert.

“I’ve got a meeting in five minutes, babygirl. Do you know what that means?” You slowly shook your head.

“It means that you’ve got to use that cute little pussy of yours to make me cum within those five minutes. Sound good?” You whined once more, not registering the sound of his belt hitting the ground as you began to voice your annoyance.

“I-- FUCK!” You moaned, immediately gripping Namjoon’s arms for support as he slid into you with ease due to how wet you were.

“You’re always so fucking tight.” He grunted, pausing for a moment as he brought his hands up to your hips to grip them in order to stabilize himself.

“Four minutes and counting, Princess. Think you can take a rough pounding for me?” You nodded eagerly, wishing he’d shut up and get to it already.

At your agreeance, Namjoon quickly picked up the pace of his thrusts. He fell into a rapid rhythm, the sounds of his hip bones smacking against your ass only egging him on.

“God, this greedy hole is squeezing me so tight. You’re desperate to cum, aren’t you, whore?” He asked, not giving you the chance to respond as he knocked the air out of your lungs with a quick position change.

He lifted your leg over his shoulder and held it at the ankle, the new angle causing him to brush against your g-spot with every other thrust.

“Oh f-fuck, that feels so goo--” Namjoon snarled at you for speaking. He delivered a harsh slap to your right breast before wrapping his hand around your throat, and tugging you closer to him so you were forced to look into his eyes while he rearranged your guts.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, okay?” You nodded weakly, causing him to crack a smile.

“Good girl.” He praised, his eyes turning to slits as he began to pummel your pussy with his cock. He tightened his grasp around your neck to restrict your breathing, knowing that asphyxiation was the gateway to you spasming around him, which was exactly what he needed at the moment.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, nodding along with you as you struggled to form coherent words.

He laughed sadistically as a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Hold it.” Those two simple words sent you spiralling into madness. You wanted nothing more at the moment than to cum on his dick.

“I can feel you spasming around me. I’m almost there, baby. Almost there....” He cursed under his breath as the current position the two of you were in was struggling to stimulate him.

He stopped fucking you and took a look down at his watch.

“Two minutes.” He mumbled to himself, giving your body a quick once over before grabbing you around the waist with both hands and hoisting you up against the wall.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He warned you, as he forced his cock back into your cunt and quickly regained his speed. He pulled your hips out a bit toward him so he could fuck you deeper.

“H-holy shit,” He barked, making eye contact with you for a moment.

“Pull my hair and spit in my mouth.”

“J-Joon--”

“Do it right fucking now.” Your hands flew to your boyfriend’s head as you submitted to his request. He always loved it when you pulled his hair when he was between your legs, but you were a bit too shy to spit in his mouth.

The two of you had never experimented with anything like that before.

You gathered up a bit of your saliva and let it trickle out of your mouth. Namjoon leaned into you and caught it quickly, sharing your saliva between the both of your mouths in a heated kiss without his hips faltering for a single moment.

“Now?” He asked, the question mumbled because of the kiss. You moaned in response, already knowing what he was referring to.

“Cum.” He ordered. You scraped your fingernails against his scalp as you begged for him to pull out, because you felt like you were going to explode.

He pulled out of you half a dozen thrusts later, using one hand to jerk himself off and the other to hold you up against the wall.

Thankfully for you, you squirted.

Much to Namjoon’s displeasure, though, you squirted all over his clothes that he  was supposed to wear during his meeting.

“FUCK!” He yelled, as he began to shoot rope after rope of his cum against your  face and tits. 

He smiled at the thought of his cum drying on your body, because he knew you weren’t stupid enough to wipe it away.

He dropped you, your legs going numb as you hit the ground.

Namjoon forcefully spread them apart with his knee as he slid his large hand in between your thighs and rubbed at your poor clit, urging every last drop of cum out of you.

“I C-CAN’T! I CAN’T, I CAN’T!” You squirmed around in his hold.

“You don’t get to tell me what you can and can’t do.” He was about to continue, when his watched dinged once more to alert him that he had thirty seconds before his meeting began.

He rolled his eyes and roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair as he began to drag you out of the room with him.

“I-I th-thought that you didn’t like it when I listened during your meetings?” You spoke, although you allowed him to drag you back to his office.

“I don’t. You ruined my clothes though, so to pay for it you’re going to cram your little ass under that desk and suck my dick until I tell you to get the hell up.”

disturbance.

(This was a request from @knjkitten​! @bitchyaus​ gave me the idea of continuing this from the reaction about Joon that I wrote. You don’t have to read that to understand this, but it could give you some context, I suppose. Also! Don’t worry. There’s going to be a part two to this. ;) )

“You’re not understanding what I’m saying, and I’m not in the mood to repeat myself to someone who should know their job.” Namjoon’s loud voice rang throughout the hallways.

You knew that he didn’t like to be disturbed when he was taking business calls, so you busied yourself by doing some work of your own. You finished rather quickly though, which left you with nothing to do.

You could do some household chores, but Namjoon had taken care of all of that while you were burying your face in textbooks for the past two weeks.

You smiled. He was such a thoughtful man.

That’s why you couldn’t bring yourself to bother him. Even though he keeps the door open, you’d feel bad if you were to distract him, especially after everything that he does for you.

Then again, he’s been locked up in that room all day. 

Plus, when you’re doing work of your own, Namjoon always manages to divert your attention to his tongue.

And then to his fingers....

And you always end up fucking him. 

You could interrupt him just this once.

You knocked on the open office door to alert him of your presence. You didn’t even owe him that, really, because anytime he attempted to bother you while you were working he would immediately begin by slamming the door open and gripping any area of exposed skin.

He didn’t answer your knock. You didn’t expect him to though, so you invited yourself in.

“Jooooniiiieeee-”

“I never asked you anything about where those shipments came from, Yang. I asked you where they were going.” You stepped further into the room. He completely ignored your presence.

“Namjoon?”

“If you act like this with a simple weapon delivery, then how do you expect me to assign you any other tasks that take much more skill?” Namjoon sighed, and leaned back in his chair. 

You rolled your eyes and walked over to him. He couldn’t ignore you now.

That’s what you thought, at least. He still continued his call as if you weren’t in the room.

“You can’t be serious right now.” You mumbled to yourself as you turned on your heels to leave the room.

“I’m this fucking close to...” You drowned the rest of his voice out when you slammed the door to his office shut. You were almost certain that he would chew you out for that later, but it was nothing that you couldn’t fix with some sweet talk.

He’d never stay mad at you for long, but after what you were about to pull you couldn’t be too sure of that at the moment.

“If he wants to play, then we can play.” You smirked to yourself as you began your walk to one of the upstairs guest rooms. You hid some of the new lingerie sets that you bought in the closet that was attached to the room because you knew Namjoon wouldn’t find them. He never came into the guest rooms.

You walked into the closet and briefly scanned your options. 

The pieces that you bought were all quite nice, and you looked hot as hell in them, but there was one set in particular that you were saving up for a special moment.

It was a black two piece that consisted of the typical bra and panties, and a silk robe to cover for a ‘surprise effect’.

You grabbed the set out of the bag and examined it for a moment.

Did you really want to waste this lingerie on something petty?

Hell yeah. It’d be worth it in the end to see Namjoon’s face when you walked into the room.

It didn’t take you long to change. You spent a few minutes staring at your ass in the mirror before you slid the robe on.

You wanted to make him suffer.

You grabbed the robe and slid it loosely over your shoulders. You tied a knot that wasn’t too tight, but would take more than a tug to get off.

You walked to the room and opened the door again, not even bothering to try speaking to him. 

Namjoon quickly noticed your change of clothing, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way he placed his hand over the bulge forming in his pants.

You maintained eye contact with him as you pulled the knot out of the robe, knowing that the small action would heighten his arousal.

“Got time for me now, or what?” You smiled cockily as you held the robe open.

There was some loud chatter heard over the phone. Namjoon’s eyes turned into slits.

“Watch it.” He responded to the man on the line.

 He stood up out of his chair, pressing his phone in between his shoulder and his ear as he began to slide his jacket off. You took a few steps backward as he threw it to the ground and began to approach you.

“I want those shipments returned today, or you’re fucking dead.” You didn’t know why, but him saying that to some guy over the phone while staring into your eyes made you so fucking wet.

“Figure it out. You’ve got an hour.” You raised an eyebrow, as you began to softly tug at your nipples through your black lace bra.

Namjoon growled.

“Maybe two.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and threw it onto the couch. 

“I thought I told you not to bother me during business calls, hm?” He said, as he caged you against the wall with his arms by your sides.

“You don’t seem to mind very much.” You giggled, as he nudged your head to the side with his pointer finger and began peppering kisses along your neck.

“Mhm. Remember that offer I gave you a while back?” You mumbled a quiet “yeah”.

A tour of the torture room is what he promised. Sounded intriguing then, but you were slightly afraid now.

Namjoon pulled away from you, a scowl on his face.

“Do you know how much of a fucking brat you were?” You tried to interrupt him,  but he wasn’t having it. 

“Slamming my doors? Mumbling under your fucking breath?” He laughed in disbelief. You felt so small under his gaze.

“Are you that needy for my touch? Come on, baby. You can’t go a few hours without me, can you?” Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly. 

He raked his hand up from your clothed cunt to your breasts, and up to your neck. 

“Say it.” He choked you lightly, and shook your head gently as he leaned in toward your ear.

“Say that you’re desperate for Daddy.” He whispered.

“I--I’m desperate for Daddy.” You stuttered. He removed all touch from your body, causing you to whimper.

“Good girl.” He grabbed your arm and yanked you off of the wall as he began to pull you down the stairs with him.

“Are you hydrated?” He asked. You shrugged.

“Somewhat...why?” You laughed at his question, and at the fact that he was pulling you around like a child.

He stopped walking and turned to look at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His face held no other emotion.

“You aren’t leaving that room until you squirt.” 

Mafia!Hyung Line (Reaction: you being a brat)

(Asks are always open!)

KNJ:

“What is it that you’re trying to do?” Namjoon asked.

You said nothing.

“Because I can promise you that whatever it is, it isn’t working very well.” Namjoon put his pen down and took his glasses off. He turned around in his office chair so he could face you.

You sat on the couch in the room with your arms and legs crossed. 

“I’m not trying to do anything, Namjoon.” He clenched his jaw and raised an eyebrow while turning his head to the side.

“You’re the one who called me up here anyway.” You whispered under your breath. 

He stood up slowly, both of his hands in his pockets as he approached you. You knew better than to move to avoid him, so you sat there with your gaze trained on his face.

He liked it when you looked into his eyes.

“I know that you haven’t been with me that long, so let me run a few things by you.” You jumped a bit at his touch as he ran one of his hands up towards your chest and over your collarbones.

He used that same hand to lightly caress the skin of your neck, before he wrapped his large hand around your tiny throat.

He held his hand there as he walked around toward the back of the couch, so he could lean down to whisper in your ear.

His hand tightened around your neck.

“I’m not much of an attitude person, darlin’.” He whispered, using his thumb to push your chin up so he could cut off some of your circulation.

“And I’m never going to hurt you, but I will embarrass you.” He laughed lightly as you gulped.

“Unless you’d like to keep up your attitude, that is. If that, for some stupid reason, is what you’d like to do, then I’ll be sure to give you a tour of the torture room once I get a chance.”

KSJ:

“Why aren’t you eating?” 

You continued to ignore him, typing away on your phone as his anger grew.

“Don’t you hear me talking to you?” You took a glance at him from the living room couch as he stood in the kitchen with his hands on his hips.

“I’m not hungry, Jin.” He gave himself a couple of seconds to register what you said.

He stared up at the ceiling and took a deep breath, before he began to walk toward the living room.

Your attitude toward him was growing day by day, and he was sick and tired of it.

Although you knew this, you were definitely surprised when he snatched your phone out of your hands and dropped it against the hardwood floor.

He leaned down a bit so he was eye level with you, and grabbed the fabric of your shirt and balled up into his fist.

The house servants stood in shock.

“You are dismissed.” Jin said to them.

When there was no movement, he turned to look behind himself at them.

“Get out.” He growled. You watched in fear as they all scurried out of the ground floor and either went up the stairs, or ran into another room to try and busy themselves.

He turned his attention back to you.

“I’m sorr-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He grunted. You sat silently.

“You’ve had nice meals prepared for you every single day this week by the house cook. You’ve been giving me attitude constantly, and all you do every single day is sit there and stare at your fucking phone screen.”

He let go of your shirt and picked up your phone off of the ground and held it in his hand.

Your eyes widened.

“I’ll be going through this. You haven’t got anything to hide, do you?”

MYG:

“Y/N?” Yoongi yelled. You were in the room next to his office which was where he was, so you just opened the door and poked your head inside.

“Yes?” You smiled lightly. He returned the small smile and held up his hand.

“Come here.” He curled his pointer finger toward himself.

You furrowed your eyebrows and hesitantly stepped inside.

“Close the door behind you.” He said nonchalantly, as he began to type away on his computer.

You gently shut the door, and walked over to his desk. You stood a good distance away like he had taught you to a while back.

Well, he never taught you-- you learned the hard way.

“You can come a little closer, baby.”‘ He laughed.

You took one step closer to him.

His smile fell, and he reached out to grab your arm and yank you into his lap.

He wrapped his left arm uncomfortably tight around your waist as he began to click away at his computer again.

“We promised to always be honest with each other, right?” You nodded, smiling a bit as you did so.

“Good, good.” He hummed to himself, clicking a few more buttons on his computer before he pushed the screen toward you.

“Could you tell me who Jinsoo is, then?” You froze.

“I--”

“I think it’s a pretty stupid idea to make the password to your email your birthday, darlin’. It wasn’t difficult whatsoever to hack into.” You felt like crying.

How could you forget to delete the fucking emails?

“I guess I should be glad that you didn’t flat out text him. Maybe you do have a little bit of respect left for me.” He laughed.

“He’s just a high school friend Yoongi, I swear. He found me through my social media and asked for my email.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“He was a high school friend.” He corrected you lazily as he ran a hand through his hair.

“You didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t.” Yoongi ignored you and soothingly ran a hand up and down your back, before his hand trailed up to your scalp and he gripped a fistful of your hair.

He forced you to lay over his lap, as he pulled up your shirt to reveal your ass.

“How many spanking are we thinking, hm?”

JHS:

Hoseok smiled at his reflection in the mirror.

The two of you were going on a date today.

He grabbed the bouquet of flowers that he bought for you off of the counter as he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, where he told you to wait for him when you were ready.

He told you to get dressed before him, because he knew that it’d take you some time. He didn’t mind at all, though.

He enjoyed it when you made yourself up just for him.

He entered the living room, the flowers behind his back as he saw your beautiful figure lax against the couch.

He cocked his head to the side in confusion.

“I thought I told you to meet me down here when you were ready?”  He smiled out of confusion.

You turned to face him, unaware of his presence until now.

“Oh, I am ready!” Hoseok shook his head and set the flowers down on the coffee table.

“No, you aren’t.” You knew what he was referring to-- the dress.

Hoseok bought you a different dress for every single date. You appreciated the gesture, but you decided to just wear something that you could actually move around in without worrying about something slipping.

“What the hell is this?” He stepped closer to you and raked his eyes up and down your body.

You looked delectable as always, but that didn’t mean that he was satisfied with your appearance.

“I decided not to wear the dress today.” He opened his mouth, but you continued to talk anyway.

That was his biggest pet peeve.

“I thought that it was a little short-- and p-plus I know that you don’t like it when other people look at me, s-so I figured that-- ah!” You yelled when he pulled you up off of the couch.

“You’re right. I don’t like it when other people look at you.” He tore your flimsy shirt apart with his hands.

“They’ll never get a chance to be with you, though, so I don’t mind showing you off. He yanked your jeans down to your ankles.

You let him-- you knew better than to fight him.

You wanted to leave the house with fully functioning legs.

Just as he began ordering you to take the jeans off completely, his phone dinged.

“Limo’s here.” He smiled evilly, and grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the door with him.

“Hoseok!” He said nothing.

“Baby, please!” You yelled. 

He looked at you over his shoulder.

“I can’t go out like this. You know that.” He cocked his head to the side and feigned confusion.

“No?” He asked. You shook your head slowly.

He scowled.

“Then you better go put that fucking dress on.”

Recite.

“Look, Yoongi...” You began, walking slowly around his office with your hands behind your back at the area where your waist and hips met.

Yoongi said nothing, although your lack of formality angered him slightly. His eyes just followed the way your hips twisted from side to side as you paced back and forth from one wall to the next. 

He found it interesting how you kept such a head strong attitude when being presented to him with the get up of your choosing to attend church-- which was a skirt that was entirely too short, (even when you were kneeling down to pray), and a top that was cut so low that he could practically see your breasts in his peripheral even if he wasn’t looking anywhere remotely near you.

To put it simply, you weren’t the average church goer that he saw every Sunday at 10 am.

“I know that I seem like a bit of work, but I came here for a purpose, I swear that I did.” You stopped pacing once the words finally tumbled out of your mouth like a jumbled mess.

“What’s the purpose, then?” He finally spoke, positioning himself more comfortably in his swivel chair with his legs spread open invitingly.

You immediately took note of that, fighting back the smirk that threatened to overtake your features as your mind began to fill with the endless thoughts of him destroying you over that desk that had his stupid fucking name plate on it.

“To learn?” You responded, as if he’d just asked you a stupid question. Well, he did, you thought.

“To learn what?” He emphasized, pressing his hands together and sitting them on top of his desk.

“To learn how to be good, Yoongi.” He hissed in disappointment, shaking his head from side to side as he opened one of the drawers behind his desk.

You watched curiously as he quickly pulled out whatever it was that he was searching for and sat it in his lap.

He returned his gaze back to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he cocked his head to the side. 

“Turn around.” He said calmly, spinning his index finger around in a circle to allow you to visualize what he wanted you to do.

With a snort, you spun on your heels to face the back wall of his office.

You crossed your arms over your chest and poked one of your hips out in defiance as you heard the sound of his chair creaking behind you. There was more brief movement before you heard slow, easily paced steps against the hardwood floor.

He approached you rather quickly despite how slow he was walking.

You continued to ignore his presence as his breath fanned over your neck.

 “Get on your knees.” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that left your mouth.

Suddenly, there was a quick impact against the back of your knees, and it stung.

Bad.

The quick hit with--well, whatever it was-- caused your knees to buckle, and you fell to the ground in front of Yoongi.

He laughed. Pathetic.

He placed an object in front of your face.

It was too close for you to register what it was, but when he dropped it against the floor with a thud and you flinched, you realized that it was a Bible.

You laughed again. This wasn’t what you expected.

“What, do you want me to learn the books of the bib-- Yoongi!” You gasped when he kicked your back with the tip of his shoe, forcing you to bend over on the floor.

To his surprise, you were wearing panties. You wouldn’t leave with them, though.

“For every slap, I want you to say each book of the Bible in order.”

“Every sla-- ow, fuck!”‘ You whimpered, when what you registered as a paddle made contact with your nearly bare ass.

“You came here to learn, didn’t you?” He slapped you with the paddle again. You bit your lip and pushed your hips backward against him.

“I’d be quiet if I were you. My office door is never locked, just in case someone decides to actually make good use of my time.” He walked around to face you, bending down so that he was eye level with you.

You really did feel pathetic now.

He opened the Bible for you, motioning toward what he wanted you to say while maintaining eye contact with you.

“Can you do that? It’s a simple task, really.” He grabbed the bottom of the object in his hand and twirled it around lazily.

You were right. It was a paddle.

You nodded.

“Speak.” He spoke promptly. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, Yoongi.” He slapped your cheek with the paddle. You gasped.

“Yes, who?” You shivered at the tone of his voice.

“Yes, Pastor Min.” He smiled and stood up, walking around to stand behind you once more.

“Maybe you aren’t a lost cause. You’re learning already.” He smiled wickedly, before delivering a harsh spank to your right ass cheek.

“Recite the books.”

time schedule. (M)

summary: thirty minutes is more than enough time.

warnings: none.

I WROTE AN ENTIREEEE TAE THING YESTERDAY AND IT JUST DISAPPEARED. so here’s this to make up for it :)

“Will you come lace this up for me, Ggukie?” You asked, as you held up the two silk ribbons that connected to the back of your dress.

The two of you were going to a ball tonight.

Jeongguk had bought you a dress, and somehow managed to customize it to fit you perfectly. Oddly enough, you never remember giving him your measurements. 

He even bought you custom accessories to match the custom made dress, even though you had a plethora of shoes and jewelry that would’ve matched perfectly fine.

Although you didn’t want or need any of it, you still thanked him endlessly for it, and every single time he responded the same way.

“Anything for my baby.”

He had a tendency to talk in a possessive manner, even when the two of you were around friends. It worried you a little every time he did it, but you got used to it after a while when you realized that he wasn’t going to stop.

“Sure, darling. Anything for my doll.” You smiled lightly at him, holding out the ribbons in front of you so he could grab them and wrap them around the way that they were supposed to go.

He pushed your hair over onto your shoulder and got to work.

He whistled an unfamiliar tune as he worked gently with the fabric, molding it against your skin while admiring how your frame settled into the tight constrictions of the dress.

He pulled the ribbons gently around your waist.

“Too tight?” You shook your head. He raised an eyebrow and looked over your shoulder.

You realized that he wasn’t tying the ribbon anymore, and when you turned your head to see what he was doing, you made eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry,” He purposely pulled the ribbons too tight, “Is this too tight, baby?”

“No, Jeongguk, it isn’t.” He hummed in approval and loosened them, tying them neatly in a bow.

He smirked and wrapped his arms around your sides while tucking his chin into the crook of your neck. 

You smiled at the pleasant intrusion. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” You playfully rolled your eyes and placed your hands on top of his.

“You’ve told me six times.”

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Seven.” He laughed, glancing down at his watch with a sigh.

“We’ve got about thirty minutes before we have to head out.” He said. You hummed, as his grip on your waist tightened.

“That’s just enough time for me to make you cum.” Your eyes widened comically.

“You’re going to ruin my hair and makeup! You know it took me forever to-- KOOK!” You squealed when he twirled you around a slammed your back against the nearest wall.

“Yeah yeah, complaining, complaining.” He faked a yawn, taking his tie from his suit in his grip and wrapping it around your hand.

You held it in confusion.

“Pull it.” And so you did.

He fell to his knees in front of you with a moan, hands working quickly to push your dress up and out of the way.

“Hold it.” He forced it into your hands before checking his watch again. “I’ve only got 28 minutes now.”

He placed his hands under your dress, his fingers instantly going to your panties.

“You know I don‘t take anything from you without permission, darling.” Well, that was a lie.

He picked up one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder, forcing you to balance yourself on the other.

“Will you let me have a taste, sweetheart?” He smirked at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Hmm... I’m not too sure...” You pretended to think, although both you and Jeongguk knew that he was the one in charge, and he’d take whatever he wanted whenever he wanted to.

His smirk quickly faded.

He tore your thin panties into shreds with two of his fingers..

“Sorry, sugar. We’re running on a time schedule.”

In which Jeon Jeongguk becomes a werewolf and tells his best friend. You don’t believe him.

Warnings(?): werewolf!jk, frisky moments in the bedroom but not really, jk is best friends with Y/N, jk is just a liiitle cocky, cute stuff if you squint

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“Does it scare you?” His tone was condescending.

He kept his foot propped up against your door frame, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at you, his head to tilted a bit to the right while a smirk played at the corner of his lips.

That’s okay; you could play dumb too.

“Does what scare me, Kook?” He rolled his eyes and bared his canines at you, the sight alone sending goosebumps up your arms and legs, but you kept it cool. You crossed your arms as he shifted his position against the door frame.

Surely he noticed the way that your pupils enlarged and the sharp intake of breath you took, but you didn’t know that he could read you that well. Not yet.

“Come oooonnn, little girl.” You scrunched your face up in disgust.

“Throw a dog a bone.”

He laughed when you visibly swallowed, your hands tightening on your forearms as you held them, gripping at the skin, a nervous habit you picked up around Jeongguk.

“You’re a dog, alright.” He perked up at your response that you half-assed under your breath. He smiled.

“You believe me now?” He pulled himself off of the door with ease, taking only three or so footesteps until he was standing in front of you while you sat at the edge of your bed.

You shook your head. You just couldn’t believe him.

“You’re really a fucking dog?” He snarled at you, his eyes forming into slits as they slowly shifted into a honey-golden color. You jumped back and screamed with fright.

“Dogs and werewolves aren’t the same, bunny.” He smirked, shifting his weight onto his knees as he crawled up to meet you where you lay paralyzed with fear at the front of your headboard.

“W-what’s the difference, then?” You gulped, mouth suddenly dry. He paused to look into your eyes for a second, predator-like crawl haulting momentarily.

“Well, one of us is faster...” He crawled a bit closer. You pressed your palms into your bedsheets.

“One of us has more strength...” He crawled a bit closer. You were planning your escape. The door was open—it was a straight shot from where you were.

“And one of us knows that it’d be quite the mistake for you to try and run through that open door.” Your gaze instantly shifted from the door to him, his eyes still glowing yellow.

You laughed nervously.

“We’ve been friends for years, darlin’. So what, I grow some fangs and my eyes start to change color and now you’re afraid of me?” You sighed. It was so, SO much more than that.

“Part of me senses that you like it, too. Is that true?” He shifted from his crawling position into a sitting one, his right hand drawing circles on your ankle. You were beginning to shake your head, when he spoke while maintaining his gaze on your skin,

“You might as well tell the truth. You’re not a very good liar, Y/N.” You shivered.

“I m-mean, I guess I like it. Only a little bit, weirdo.” You kicked his hand away from your ankle with your foot.

He would always be one step ahead of you, though.

He grabbed the ankle that he was just devoting his attention to and twisted it, using his other hand to support your body weight as he flipped you onto your stomach (mid-air). You landed on the bed with a thump.

With the force that he used, you would’ve definitely twisted your ankle if he wasn’t holding you the way he was.

He let his hand linger just under your breasts for a little too long.

“I know. I could smell you.”

He laughed and sighed.

“Just wanted to hear you say it before I tried to do something about it.”