Watch And Learn. (m)

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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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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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)

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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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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