Nephilim (trois)

nephilim (trois)

you know where the cred goes 💙

cult au, supernatural au

yandere! ot7 x f! reader

warnings: yandere themes, violent behavior

life away from the kims resumed as normal and you warily readjusted to the boys’ presence in your life. although you gained their company, you also gained a new enemy. you should take extra care not to forget your place, as internal and external forces are constantly at work. the question is: do they work in or against your favor? the hours wind on, and strange occurrences only get stranger. after all, ichabod is most awake in the dark.

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In your dream, you saw Jimin, but he was not the same person that you had met earlier that day. 

He stood atop Ichabod Chapel, combing through his black hair with his hand and looking down at you with brown eyes. But rather than the warm, twinkling eyes you recognized, his glistened in the moonlight, cold and hardened like topaz. 

Despite the distance, you somehow managed to see him clearly. You could see his smile, warm and affectionate, completely unlike the gaze in his eyes. He looked as though he couldn’t care less about what was happening around him–his sole focus was on you.

He was dressed in pitch black clothes from head to toe, which were soaked in some foreign substance.

 The clothes clung to him in a way that should have been uncomfortable, but he looked as though he couldn’t be bothered to change. In fact, he looked as though he relished in the substance.

Strangest of all were the magnificent black wings that rested on his back, curving their way through the shadows to reach up toward the night sky.

You eyes shot open as you woke with a start. It was still early, early enough that you could have gotten an extra hour or so of sleep, but you decided to just stay awake. Your dream had been much too unsettling…

You played around on your phone, internally debating your response to Jimin before typing something and sending it.

That’s so kind of you. I’m glad we met as well :)

You heard your mother’s knock on the door some time later. With a sigh, you lifted yourself from the warmth and safety of your sheets, getting prepared to brave the day.

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The moment you entered the upperclassmen building, you were yanked to the side and pulled into an empty classroom. You looked up in alarm but relaxed when you saw who it was.

Mana gripped you with something akin to fear, glancing around suspiciously to make sure the coast was clear. Once they were satisfied, they closed the door and hugged you tightly. “(Y/N), you whore! You have no idea how worried I was. How dare you not text me last night? How long did you spend over there? What happened?”

You smiled at your best friend’s antics, their overprotectiveness chipping away at your lingering unease from this morning. 

You recounted your experience at the Kim household, telling them about the beautiful, secluded home in the woods, the brothers’ actions, their graceful talent of a mother, and the demanding presence of their father.

“Honestly, I was a little scared.” you recounted, sliding your bag off your shoulder. “There were so many things to be wary of, but I just spent the whole evening being as polite as possible.” 

They nodded along, engrossed in your story.

“Mayor Kim is seriously intimidating, and Mrs. Kim read my fortune—said something about power and being careful of the people around me–and the library, Mana, you would have loved it-”

“Hold on, girl! Back up.” Mana interrupted. “The mayor’s wife said what?”

“Oh,” you slowed down. “Mrs. Kim touched my palm and said I held a lot of wisdom and power, I guess within me, and that I should be wary of those around me because they may try to take it.”

They gave you a pointed look. “I knew it. The second I saw Jimin look at the empty seat next to you from the front of the classroom, I got a bad feeling. To think the warning would come from his own mother…”

“What does that mean?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“I think you should just continue to be wary of the Kims…” Mana murmured, crossing their arms. “I know we always play it safe, but the closer to them you get, the more peril you’ll be in.”

You sat down in an empty chair. The possibilities for being hurt in this town were certainly far from rare, after all. But for them to claim the brothers would try to hurt you, even though you did nothing to provoke them…?

“Mana, do you think they might try to do something to me?”

They shrugged. “I’ve said what I felt I needed to say.”

“But steal my ‘power’?” You held up two fingers and scrunched them for air quotations. “What could the most influential people in town possibly want with me or my supposed power? What would they even do with it?”

What power do I have?

Mana looked at you concernedly while you pondered your own question.

Power? To you, it was overrated. Power was nothing but an elite show of force, all over the world but especially in this town. It was used and lorded over others, and ripped families apart. You did not consider yourself very powerful. 

You remembered your obedience toward Mr. Kim in spite of your fear and suspicion, and the way you had to rub your mother’s back as she heaved up everything she ate on the side of the road after leaving their house.

Yeah…power was currently far from your grasp.

You shrugged. You were going to follow Mrs. Kim’s warning either way; after all, nothing good came of being too expressive or open in this town.

Mana turned away from you as you both heard the bell ring for the fifteen minute warning. You picked up your bag as they led the way out the door and up the stairs toward your classroom.

When you stepped into the door, you glimpsed Jimin sitting at his desk with a disturbed frown on his face. The moment he met eyes with you, however, he was all smiles.

“(Y/N)!”

You walked down the other side of the aisle and sat in your seat, turning toward him with a smile. “Morning, Jimin.”

“Good morning! Thanks for replying to my text! How was your rest? I hope you got much more sleep than yesterday night.” His eyes wouldn’t move away from yours, all big and awestruck like a puppy’s.

You nodded. “Of course! Thanks for worrying, though. You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did. I’ll always be concerned for your safety and well-being, (Y/N). If you feel like you ever need somewhere to go or someone to confide in, feel free to reach out to me, okay?” 

His tone turned strangely serious in comparison to how he greeted you moments before, you thought. Still, you gave him a small smile. 

“Sure, Jimin. I really appreciate your concern and the offer…”

He beamed and nodded, turning to give his greetings to Mana, who seemed surprise that they were being spoken to at all. As they conversed, you reached into your bag and pulled out your materials for the morning lesson.

“Did you end up choosing a mythological creature for your project yet?” Jimin asked.

Their mouth twitched upward. “My partner and I decided to research nymphs…I don’t know too much about them, he pretty much chose our project topic.”

They reached over and ruffled your hair. “You lucked out with (Y/N) here, she really knows her stuff.”

You scoffed and swatted their hand away from your head. “You mean I lucked out by not being partnered with your lazy self? You’re absolutely right.”

Jimin watched the two of you bicker back and forth, fighting the urge to smile.

The teacher entered the room, placing her materials on her desk. You and your peers silenced as you prepared yourself for the long day of classes.

Right here, surrounded by your community, your classmates, and your best friend…yes, this was the time where you felt the most normal. 

Deep down, you knew you wanted to leave Ichabod–without a doubt. But you feared the outside world all the same. 

The people outside wouldn’t be able to understand the things you had went through. They would giggle away your paranoia and reassure you of your safety, having no perception of the actual dangers you faced. 

They didn’t know the things that could set you off, the things that the people around you could understand with the simple exchange of a glance.

But you quieted the thoughts of your precarious future as the teacher began her lesson, falling into the routine once more.

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Before the Kims even stepped foot into town, it was the Augustuses who ruled Ichabod with an iron fist. Their family came from old money. They had lived here for generations upon generations, their stature being crucial to the survival of the town. They oversaw the law enforcement of Ichabod. 

Nearly thirty years ago, when the town was still overrun with violence, miscreants, and chaos, the Augustuses did nothing to keep the peace. They sat from their high horse with other prominent families and watched the middle and lower classes struggle.

The then-head of the family, Rufus Augustus, was especially known for ignoring his duties.

Then Kim Moonsik stepped into town and established his position as mayor and, more importantly, as a servant of the divine Wylynne.

Once he saw how poorly Rufus acted, he fought to remove him from his position.

The man was too proud, too unwilling to give his position and title up to this “holy”, foreign newcomer. 

Mayor Kim had wanted to execute Rufus. It was his son, Aloysius, who had gotten down on both knees and begged for his safety. 

Two months later, both Rufus and his wife were sent to Wylynne as divine warriors, leaving the new head and his family to take his place.

The Augustus family were now the Kims’ right hand men: their enforcers and watchful guards within the walls of their kingdom.

The current head, Aloysius, was the chief of police, his wife, Domitia, a commander of her own squad.

Their daughter was Kim Namjoon’s aide, the vice president of the student body.

While the majority of the citizens of Ichabod feared the Kims, there were those select few who would cross the line between fear and respect. These subjects knew well enough to keep their distance away from that dangerous family, but revered them with an eery obsession.

Aemilia Augustus was one of those select few.

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it’s just a little bit of his arm and yet…. [cr. dwellingsouls]

SEX FOR HOMEWORK 2

synopsis. how can he remind you of the ditzy nature you thought he had; how can he remind you of the past authority you presented yourself with, when the two of you are positioned in such an… an inappropriate manner? it’s humiliating, the way you climbed so high to fall down to this, to fall down to the touch of kim taehyung. you can’t even say no to his comment, because you feel his now sticky fingers dive deep into your entrance and you shudder with discomfort.

pairing. yandere!taehyung x f!reader

genre. high school au! (legal age). rich kid!jock!taehyung. class president!virgin!reader.

word count. 4k

warnings. EXPLICITLY NONCON SMUT (protected penetration, fingering/foreplay, groping). humiliation. degradation. blackmail. spanking. name calling. forced begging. lots of crying. sex in a public area (an empty classroom). bondage. hair pulling. overstimulation. virginity taken away. rough sex. sex that’s painful at first. maybe just a teeny tiny bit of virgin kink. dirty talk. tae asks too many questions like pls stfu sir. yeah ik oc stutters a lot i’m sorry but it’s bearable. and she beats herself up for having dirty thoughts :( pls know that it’s completely normal to be horny even when you’re unexperienced and yes i will be addressing this later on. and yes tae is still mean cause we like that yk. yandere themes. pls understand that this is completely fictional.

part (2) of the SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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“beg me to fuck you.”

the first tear falls at his words. it slides from the outer corner of your eye to your temple, leaving a wet trail to crust in its wake.

history projects don’t end up like this, with your wrists bound behind you as your chest heaves on the teacher’s desk in an empty classroom after school. they don’t end with rich, class clown kim taehyung pressed against you with an unforgiving grip on your restricted hands.

your left cheek rubs on the scratchy paper on the table, though it’s not nearly as uncomfortable as his breath against your ear. “beg me to fuck you, or have me take your future scholarship away,” his threat is held above you like a guillotine and his eyes narrow, coated with both amusement and danger, “you know what to choose, class president. you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?”

your bottom lip trembles slightly as you stare at his sorry excuse of a friendly grin, as you stare at his handsome features that used to make your face feel flushed. even if you gave snappy comments and raised brows in all your past interactions with him, his usual square-shaped smile gave tingles to your abdomen. but right now, the only feeling in your stomach is fear, anger, and inner conflict. 

begging will ruin you, break you from the fight you raised. you can’t have sex now; you have to focus on your academics, push away your filthy desires that you’ve suppressed for far too long to give into.

but with taehyung’s ultimatum, not begging will tear you down from the hard work you’ve put in your studies for all these years. all those sleepless hours before an exam, all those times you kissed up to your teachers, all those irritating team assignments with slackers like him, everything: down the damn drain.

the smile he holds begins to fade with each second you spend thinking. there’s so much going on inside your head, but so little time. the bland, ugly clock on the wall sounds a little too loud, as if it’s counting down to your doom.

tick.

tick.

tick-

“please!” you cry out on a whim, “please..”

he waits, a flicker of expectancy flashing in his gaze as you gulp.

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➵ PINK LEMONADE • MILF FEVER

➵ pairing: jeon jungkook x female!reader, kim seokjin x female!reader

➵ genre: smut, angst, fluff, milf au!, milf oc, pool boy jk, husband seokjin, ceo sj, trophy wife au

➵ warning; smut, infidelity is the biggest theme throughout this, toxic relationships, sex.. lots, JK IS A WIFE FUCKER!!, A DIRTY MILF LOVER!!, 10 year age gap!!, jk is 23 oc is 33, mention of baby vomit lmao, spanking, jk being obsessed with ass, smut is pretty tame for now, spitting, hair pulling, he creeps in her room at one point?, facefucking, oral secks, lots of ogling and jk getting horny, communication problems ?, jk and his friends are gross and like. .. slut-shame.., jk is a dog!!!

➵ wordcount: 6.8k

➵ summary; jeon jungkook likes to fuck married trophy wives. you just need someone to satisfy your sexual desires. it’s a perfect match.

➵ a/n; this is my submission for @thebtswritersclub monthly project! dishonest love for feb! n tho ik it’s for like a month away… i wanted to post at least the start of this series and i thought it tied in rather nicely with the theme of dishonest love <3 as always thank you to @jamaiskook for betaing and stopping me from embarrassing myself with my dumb writing!! @jaehyuner is the reason i started this n this is their literal idea so major props to them!! @hoseokism bc marie is <3 um ignore any mistakes bc i probably still made them 😐🤚

“I don’t trust him, you know?” Seokjin mumbles, one hand on your hip as he gently tugs down the straps of your satin negligee with the other. “Keeps looking at you.”

Your husband’s concern is about the new pool boy. A young, sweet boy by the name Jeon Jungkook. From what you’ve seen of him, he’s awfully shy, often avoiding your eyes and always chewing on his lip as you speak to him. However, you don’t really care what your husband has to say about the pool boy, because when he’s balls deep inside of you he should focus on how tight your pussy is. 

“It doesn’t matter, Seokjinnie.” You breathe out after a moment of silence, moving to rest your hands on his back to draw him closer. “Will you just fuck me?”

“Needy girl,” he scolds, pinching your clit and sharply thrusting his hips into you as a warning. “Don’t you understand how I feel, baby?” He grunts, forehead pressed against yours, lips ghosting over yours in a featherlight kiss.

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Christmas Heat;

—it was jungkooks first Christmas with you! And of course... the unexpected happened. his first rut.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: fluff, ANGST, MATURE. jungoo cries a lot, he loves your neck. posessive koo, jealous koo, needy koo, insecure koo. He still kinda hates eunwoo but it’s okey... grinding, sexual talk, he is very horny. He has matured lol, noona is awkward. Jungoo might eat you... who knows...? Scent kink, good boy kink, noona kink, dry humping, jk humps you lmao, noona is vv awkward, she’s c l u e l e s s. His true yandere side comes out, manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome. RED FLAGS.

Viewer discretion is advised, DO NOT ROMANTACISE THIS BEHAVIOUR.

NOTE: HAHAHHAHAHHA SURPRISE!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS! THIS IS MY PRESENT TO YOU! Well I really wanted to finish this. I really wanted to give you all a present like I promised... I just hope you’ll like it...I’m kinda sick rn so forgive me if it’s shit. I’m still on a writing hiatus but I had to do this because if I didn’t I’d feel like I did you all wrong. Please please share your thoughts on this! And I’m not Christian and I don’t celebrate Christmas so forgive me if I got something wrong....ENJOY!

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Your hybrid was probably the biggest Christmas enthusiast. It was undeniably cute.

Jungkooks excitement for Christmas was cute. After all, it was his first Christmas with you. Or maybe.. his first Christmas celebration over all.

“NOONA!!! The cookies are burning!” His voice brought you back to reality. “Coming sweetheart!” You called out as you picked up the crumbles of last night's snacks from the living room.

“Noona! I’m so happy! I feel like the beating thing in my chest will explode!!!” He cutely giggled, a soft smile played on your lips as you looked at him.

He still couldn’t keep track of some regular vocabulary, but it was okay. Jungkook was a fast learner, always.

“Baby it’s called a heart!”

He looked so ethereal when he smiled, his chubby cheeks made your heart almost burst. “Aww I’m glad!!!” You walked to the kitchen, Jungkook following behind you.

“Can we watch the green man movie?” He questioned. Breathing in your neck, inhaling your scent. “The grinch?!” He nodded.

“Of course baby!”

“But first... LETS DECORATE THE COOKIES?” His giggle was so loud. You giggled along.. feeling so content.

Your heart could really explode from all the bliss you felt.

Why on earth was he so cute?

“Noona! When will Santa come?” Jungkook sighed in your chest, cuddling you. Your hands were in his long curly hair, massaging his scalp. His body felt hot. His temperature was hotter than usual.

Weird. Was he sick? It didn’t really seem like it. His temperature had been like this for the last four days. More hotter than when you saved him. Things were starting to get different with him.

between the period of three months, he had started to change.

His hair had grown at an abnormally fast speed. Not that you were complaining of course.

He just looked mature now.

his transformation over the span of a few months was overwhelming. You felt nervous around him now... his body had gotten buffer, his tail was softer and his ears were more sensitive. His eyes...were intense.

His behaviour only got... worse? It was like he had gotten 10x more needier. You noticed...tried not to. But his behaviour with you kept on intensifing with days passing. He needed you more than usual.

His constant kisses, desperate touches, his need of you. His need of validation, his fear...

His fear of you leaving him.... was only becoming strong.

It was the most dangerous thing.

Because before... jungkook couldn’t really do anything...because he wasn’t familiar with how the human world worked.

He wasn’t familiar with how selfishness was necessary in this world.

...he wasn’t familiar with feelings...

But now. Jungkook was a whole man. The man who was crazy about you. It wasn’t really a surprise..because everyone noticed.

Jungkooks love for you was becoming more passionate and stronger as days passed. It honestly scared you to no end.

Because...you never really knew what your hybrid was truly capable of.

“NOONA! YO-YOU ARE IGNORING ME?!” His voice boomed, breaking in mid sentence... but it never failed to make you flinch. “w-what?”

The sudden change in his demeanour.

“I-I asked you a question... what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about your friend?”

You awkwardly laughed. “H-Hahaha yeah. eunwoo said he’ll visit soon...” you lied. “I don’t like him. Y/N noona.” His reply was curt and flat. “Why are you thinking about him? Think about me.” He sat up and looked straight into your eyes.

Jungkook was becoming a bipolar.

“You’re so beautiful noona.” He breathed. Coming closer, leaning in. His minty chocolate breath hit your nostrils. You stared at him nervously. “Think of me.” His stare was fixed on you.

“Look at me.” You closed your eyes. Maybe this was a dream of yours. Like the one back in September... haha how awkward.

But unfortunately...it wasn’t a dream this time. “Don’t stop touching me. Touch me.” His fingers caressed your cheeks. His thumb lingered on your skin.

His words and next action was shocking.

He took your hand in his and put it right on his chest. “Touch me, like this.” He guided your hand down to his abdomen, stoping his movements at the area of his abs.

What was he doing?! “What are you talking about sweetheart?” You finally looked at him. “What happened to you?” You exclaimed, “are you okay, Jungkook? Your body temperature is hotter than usual?”

“I don’t care. Am I not enough for you? You aren’t taking me seriously anymore noona? What is it with you? Do you not like me anymore? Or are you in love with a man who’s already someone else’s? Do you hate me? Do you want to leave me?”

“That’s what you want?” He pulled you closer to him. His hands snaked around your waist. Trapping you in his embrace. Your hands falling in his shoulders.

The sudden false accusations.

“What the fuck jungkook? Your behaviour is making me upset. Do you realise what you’re accusing me of?!” You felt angry with him. He stared at you, his eyes empty. Your stern but still soft gaze didn’t have an effect on him.

What the fuck.

Jungkook just smirked sarcastically, hey! Who taught him that?

“What? My behaviour is making you upset?! I’ve always been a good boy for you. I’ve always been your good boy? Haven’t I? But you’re not seeing it anymore. You’re breaking my heart noona.” He cried, trying to hug you.

Truly bipolar.

Leaning into the his embrace, you let him hug you. His body was burning.

“What’s making you upset with meI-I love you? I want you all to myself? Is that wrong noona? That I want your all for me?”

“You’re so distant from me.” He tughtened his grip, his tone changing with his each sentence. His accent was thick but clear.

Silence. Jungkook was thinking too much. You were just busy with work. But he wasn’t willing to understand that.

“I-I can’t help but feel like that you’re planning to leave me.” He sobbed. His hot tears fell on your neck. “I-I can’t loose you Noona. I won’t let you leave me. No I won’t.”

“Jungkook.... stop thinking like that. Please? I’m just busy with work... Why would I neglect you? Who tells you all of this stuff? You make this so hard Jungkook. Calm down a little. You are freaking me out. You hugged him.

He was listening to you attentively. You rubbed his back.

“O-Okay! I’ll try but I don’t know what comes over me whenever I see you distracted from me.” Jungkook confessed truthfully.

“Please know that you’re my everything noona.”

You smiled softly. The environment in the room feeling normal once again. He felt like the same Jungkook again.

Why was he so sensitive? More than usual? What was going on? You couldn’t put your finger on it.

It was like he had switched for a minute.

It was scary.

“My pretty noona. Only mine.”

It was truly scary at how selfish he had become.

You still felt unsettled. “Noona! Come on! The movie started!!! Come on!!!” He sat in the couch in his Christmas pj’s the bowl of the fresh popcorn on his lap.

Something just didn’t feel right.

He looked so excited, happy and innocent. Like he used to be. “I’m... busy jungkook, I’ll watch it later.” You replied, trying your hardest to hide the confusion in your tone.

“W-What do yo-you mean noona?!” He called out, the sound of his footsteps reaching your ears. You massaged your temple. “Okay... wait I’ll be there.”

...maybe you were over thinking. Were you? His change in aura scared you. This was the first time.

“YAAAAY! Noona it’s almost midnight! SANTA WILL BE HERE SOON!!!” Jungkook ran to you, embracing you tightly.

“Oh yeah! Your present huh?” You teased. Jungkook didn’t respond. His breathing got fast. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your heart.

Was he dying?

The smell hit your nostrils. His scent was strong. Abnormally strong... “n-noona what is happening to me... my head hurts... there’s an ache in my pants... you smell so good. I-I want to touch you. I really want to. Can I touch you? He leaned in groaned in your neck.

PANIC.

“Your scent is driving me fucking mad.” Jungkook pushed you on top of the bed. Your brain freezed at his words.

From where did he learn to curse?! You were baffled. Was this really your innocent jungkook? His actions suggested otherwise.

You didn’t like this, one bit.

“What are you doing?!” You panicked. He trapped you by climbing on top of you.

“Jungkook sweetheart no.” You smiled. Getting nervous with his each step. “N-No DONT rip your sweater?!” You instructed.

He ignored and ripped it off, more like teared it apart.

Jungkook was starting to piss you off.

A loud whiny cry left his mouth. And then suddenly... you felt his movement. The fast movement of his hips on you.

He just grinded on you while crying out your name.

Your body electrified. “I-It hurts so bad.” He cried as he continued his desperate movements.

What the fuck pt 2.0.

Jungkook humped you. Your eyes widened, he tucked roughly at your shirt. Wanting to tear it off.

“Noona!!! It hurts so b-bad!” His pace was fast. And then it hit you again. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“You know why, noona. You can feel me, can’t you?” Jungkook grinded his hips against yours and you let out a breath. “Jungkook, you shamless little s-shit.” Scolding him was stupid. But it was worth a try. But then, you felt something brushing against your core.

The hardness in his pants. ...wait.

Oh oh oh!!!? So....this was the problem.

He- He was in heat!

Fuck how could you be so dumb?! You owned a hybrid but it took you hours to figure out that? You were the dumbest human ever.

You bit your lip as he pushed your legs apart. Settling himself between them. “No sweetheart, I understand... I know what’s wrong with you but listen to me...I can help you. Just... get off of me please?”

He didn’t reply... just crying and chanting your name loudly. “Jungkook, you’re my good boy right?”

Wrong move.

He moaned out loud. Groaning. “Jungkook please?” You begged.

“Don’t do this? Listen to your noona? Oh look it’s midnight!!?” Distractingly him. Would it help? You barely managed to look at the clock but thankfully the alarm helped you. The Christmas song played loudly, but still failing to conceal his erotic noises.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS SWEETHEART!” You awkwardly laughed. stuck in the weird position.

“SA-SANTA MUST HAVE BROUGHT YOUR PRESENTS!!!? Don’t you want to see them?!” Jungkook looked up at you. His eyes filled with lust and desire.

“Y-Yes! I want t-to but it hurts!” He cried once again. Nuzzling in your neck, he breathed. His breath tickling you, your eyes softened. Poor bunny was in pain.

You really wanted to help, just not by having sex with him. You could give him supplements? But you weren’t sure... but no sex.

Another feeling of his hump on your core. “J-Jungkook my love. I know. Just let noona go so she can help you ease your pain okay?” You cooed touching his hair. He moaned. His movements were staring to show their effects, on your body.

But you were a sensible person. This was wrong.

This was going to be awkward. You looked at his body.

He had his shirt off. His abs were full on display. His chest was buff. His hands were strong, his biceps holding you tight in place. You closed your eyes.

“O-Okay.” He breathed. He finally managed to get off you as you sighed in relief. Now you could understand Jungkooks weird behaviour.

A goofy smile played on your lips. Now this all made sense. His behaviour made sense now. All of it did.

It was because he was in heat. That’s explained why he was being so overbearing and possessive with you.

Hybrids tended to get very territorial whenever they got their ruts. And Jungkook was no exception. Namjoon informed you, while on walk. He had a female hybrid named soyeon.

He was experienced. It was a good thing that you—

His painful sobs interrupted your thoughts. How long did a rut usually lasted? His instead did it get? Clueless was the only word that could be used to describe you at the moment.

But now was but the time. You needed to fast and careful.

He was in pain.

You quickly picked up your phone. Jungkooks sinful noises continued to torture your brain. He was sobbing, there was only one person who could help you.

You needed to call namjoon.

While, Jungkook let out another uncomfortable groan into his- no, your pillow, having snatched it from your side of the bed in his side. Today wasn’t supposed to be painful like this. It was supposed to be happy day.

Today was his second favorite day after your birthday! It was his favorite festival. It was Christmas. He felt so ashamed.

Jungkook was hard. for him to even think let alone, he whimpered, his copious hormones combined with the terrifying thought of you actually leaving him bringing tears to his eyes. For a moment the despair of that inevitable horror (in his mind) was enough to distract him.

Only for a few moments when the sudden wave of desire passed his burning body. And his eyes rolling back and hips bucking upwards into the air.

Now all he could think about was you touching him, intimately. sinful image of you hovering on top of him, his jumping hot faster and faster, his nose burried in your pillow, it was pumping his desire.

That was burning for you.

“Y/N noona!” The desire was overwhelming him. But Jungkook didn’t want you to hate him. Jungkook should’ve been careful. His mother had told, more like informed, him about their ruts but he didn’t listen.

It was officially his first heat. Now, Jungkook had become an adult. It was time for his coming of age. As much as Jungkook felt bad and guilty.

He was going to make you help him. Only you could help him, no one else could. You were the only one that was allowed to touch him, kiss him, feel him or destroy him. Only he’d let you touch him. He belongs to you, your Jungkook.

Only you. He could please you like no other, Jungkook knew he wasn’t a human but he knew damn well that he was a man.

Your man.

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