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🌅Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🌅Genre: Fluff(!!!), comfort, vanilla smut, idol!Jungkook, foreign!Reader

🌅Warnings: sweet vanilla sex, fluffy Koo, body worship/body positive Kook because yes, praising, kissing, lots of kissing because Koo be soft like that, slight language issues, mention of past injury, a bit of nibbling here, a bit of marking there, you know me by now, showering together, brief mention of oral (f. Rec), couch sex but its like only a second lol, its just so soft good lord

🌅Summary: Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.

NOTE: Languages spoken are shown as the following just for clearance: English | Korean

In a way, love was a stupid topic for him to sing about.

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𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

word count: 3.6K

warnings: jungkook in a relationship with someone (not the reader), flirting, cheater!jungkook, mention of 'whore', unprotected sex, blowjob, gagging, choking, swallowing cum, sex in the kitchen.

Coming home from a tiring day of work was always a burden for Jungkook as his whole body was exhausted and only wanted to rest. As he came home very late, the whole house was silent in the dark shadows of the corners.

The house was big as he was sharing it with his four other friends; two girls and three guys including him. Though they all met each other just a few months ago, immediately getting along well.

He made his way towards his room to change into more comfortable clothes— a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He put his phone to recharge and then decided to make himself a late night snack as he felt his stomach slightly growling inside. He turned off the lights in his room and headed down to the big and spacious kitchen.

His footsteps were as quiet as possible as he didn’t want to wake up anyone with the noise. When he reached the living room, he could see that the kitchen located close to it was already in a dim light suggesting someone either was there or they once again forgot to turn off the lights.

He made his way closer to the room, seeing a silhouette bended over the kitchen island situated in the middle of the room. You were resting your elbows on the surface, gently scrolling on the phone in front of you, one hand under your chin. You wore a slim short silky black gown, which in that position almost exposed your ass from under it.

Jungkook pressed his lips together and tried to ignore that aspect.

As he can’t help himself, but always keep up his flirty attitude with you that he was absolutely sure who you were only by seeing your beautiful body and long wavy dark hair flowing down on your back.

He silently approached you and smacked your ass quickly, then made his way towards the fridge. At his sudden gesture, you jumped and turned your head to face him, but he kept his eyes inside the refrigerator as he was playing dumb.

“Oh my...” You chuckled as you knew that it was him once again with his nasty attitude. “Don’t say that.” he stated as he took out some food from the fridge and placed it next to the kitchen counter, still with his back turned to you.

Bare footsteps could be heard getting closer to him as he was casually preparing his plate of food. He still didn’t turn his face towards you until you tapped him on the shoulder and he looked to you out of curiosity. The moment he switched his head, a little index finger full of whipped cream spilled his lips, making him widen his eyes in surprise.

He hated whenever people tried to make fun of him, moreover when you were the one who did it as you liked to be nasty towards him.

He loved the fact that you always answered back his flirtings and teasings, sometimes they even turned him on, but he never really did anything about it as he decided it was better that way as he already had a girlfriend— even so, it didn’t mean he didn’t want it so much to punish your actions in bad ways.

He let out a hard exhale as he clenched his jaw and looked at you annoyed. Your face was painted with a cute and also dumb smile, letting out soft giggles as you looked at his dirty face. Sometimes you pissed him with your childish behaviors, but he was contradicting himself as he also found you absolutely cute.

“You are really looking for it tonight.” he let out another heavy sigh as you shut your laugh and looked him in the eyes. “I am actually looking for it for a long time, you just don’t want to give it to me.” you adorably pouted and he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. “I told you to stop saying these things.” he pushed you aside as he took a paper towel to wipe away the whipped creams from his mouth. “I should have told you to clean up this mess you made.”

“I would have gladly done it.” you smirked as you kept eyeing him, but he still decided to ignore your cheeky comments. “Why are you even awake at this hour?” he looked you back in the eyes, trying really hard to not look at your half exposed chest from under that little dress. “I couldn’t sleep and I was bored.” you leaned on the island’s counter as you looked down at your feet.

“Couldn’t you be bored in your room, babygirl?” he took a bite of the small sandwich he made for himself. “Uh— I didn’t want to?” you mumbled as you looked away from him. He grabbed your chin between his fingers and turned your head back to face him.

“Why did you get so flustered? Your cheeks are rosier.” he raised an eyebrow, but deep down he knew the answer, he just wanted to get it from you. “I-“ you almost whispered as both of you lost yourselves in the other’s eyes. “You-?” he lowly asked as he approached himself closer to you, leaving his sandwich back on the plate. “I just—“ your faces grew closer second by second, tension building up inside Jungkook's chest and slowly going down. He could feel your body weakening by the second.

“Tell me, babygirl.” he put pressure on the pet name he gave you, only to see you breathing heavily. “Ugh— I love it when you call me that.” you mumbled, almost making him unable to understand what you said. “I love to call you that.” he winked, your faces now being only centimeters away, eyes scanning each other as he couldn’t resist the urge to press his lips onto your plumpy and soft lips.

He was tired and didn’t think straight. Maybe it was his exhaustion, or you dressed like that in front of him and once again being a dirty little girl that turned him on really hard, but otherwise he never crossed his line with you as he never exactly knew what you were wanting from him.

His lips devoured yours, you allowing him to enter his tongue into your mouth in a hot make out session. The room was silent and filled with kissing sounds, only making him grow even more. One of his palms were placed on your jaw as the other one was keeping you closer to him from around your waist. You tingled your thin fingers behind his head and played with his brown hair.

It was very clear for him that he wanted you so much and because he abstained each time, now when it did happen it was too much to handle. A wave of emotions took him in, as he tried so hard to stop and not take that further.

He was afraid of doing something and losing your friendship above all.

“I want you so much.” you whispered on his lips as you took a small pause from kissing then you pressed yourself back on him. ‘Yes baby cub, I want you so much also.’ he thought for himself as he was still tasting you dearly.

He wanted to stop, but you made it hard as your hands slowly slipped under his t-shirt, crawling them onto his chest and gently scratching his skin with your long nails. He tried to break up the kiss once again, but you came back onto him and kissed him again.

Everything was almost perfect, him being able to almost stop— until you overdid yourself and took him by surprise.

One of your palms slipped in his sweatpants and gently cupped his hard bulge from above his boxers, making him gasp with surprise. Jungkook took a moment to look at you as you gave him a dirty and smiley look. In that moment he knew he couldn’t stop himself anymore. He agreed to just let himself go with the flow and then see after.

You quickly grasped the edge of his t-shirt and let him without it, throwing it on the counter and eyeing his abdomen with a soft lick on your lips. Without any further notice, he suddenly sees you kneeling down in front of him. His heart was beating with anticipation on knowing what you were thinking of doing, but also because he was amazed and surprised by you.

He was so ready to have your mouth on him, but also he wasn’t so sure if it was a good idea. Moreover, the needy look on your face didn’t help him in any way. You grabbed the margin of his sweatpants and quickly pulled them down. He was out of power for the first time as he was too amazed by your actions and didn’t actually expect you to be like that.

His back was resting on the counter and his palms grabbed the surface, eyes looking down at the beautiful girl kneeled at his legs. You gently rubbed his bulge harder, only teasing him as he wanted you to take him already in that little mouth of yours. He took in a big breath and smirked at your cute actions.

“Babygirl, stop teasing and get into action.” he demanded you as you licked your lips and without notice exposing his cock when you pulled down his boxers. It fell out freely in front of you to admire, as your soft hands grabbed the length of it and slowly stroked on it.

Jungkook finally started to feel some pleasure as your movements grew faster after you spit on him to help you go up and down easier. Your lips only took his tip between them, continuing to tease the shit out of him, until you decided to go fully on it with the sucking. He was enjoying it so much as he looked at you from above. His head fell back in so much pleasure as your lips were wrapped around his cock with so much passion.

Involuntarily, he grabbed your hair only to push you even faster and deeper onto him, facefucking you as your chockings from deepthroating him only making him come close even faster. He has never been sucked like that before, not even by his girlfriend. Your movements and touches were so different and yet so good.

He couldn’t and didn’t want to ban his orgasm so he released himself inside your mouth, leaving him completely in awe as you swallowed everything like a good girl.

“Fuck, baby cub.” he whispered as he tried to make his moans as low as possible so he won’t wake up the whole house. It was enough that your sucking and choking sounds were loud enough, he honestly didn’t want anyone to come interrupt them now.

He quickly grabbed your arms and pushed you back up, kissing you hungrily and still being able to taste himself on your lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he placed your body on the kitchen island’s surface, laying you down and spreading your legs in front of him.

He didn’t waste any time as he quickly removed your soaked plain black panties and dropped them over his t-shirt. You raised your dress higher so your hips would be exposed. He leaned over and placed his head between your legs, feeling your wet pussy emanating hotness. His fingers cupped the exterior of both of your thighs, as his lips and tongue were leaving wet traces on your skin.

As he approached his mouth and kisses to your pussy, he could feel the tension building up upon your body. He smirked at the sight of your head restlessly grabbed by your hand and with the other cupping your breast. He loved to see you so wet and helpless because of him. It just made him want to pound into you like an animal.

His mouth left a few bites and marks closer to your vagina, on the inner thighs. The moment he placed it on your wet pussy, you let out a whimper and curved your body under his touch. With every sucking or tongue-fucking action that he did, you let out hard exhales and low moans, biting your finger as you tried to be quiet.

“Babygirl, I will need you to be a very good girl and make no loud sound.” he whispered after stopping for a couple of seconds, looking at you nodding with desperation to shut him up and continue eating you out, which he did. “I-I think I’m close—“ you whimpered as you bit your lower lip and he stopped. You gave him a sudden annoyed look.

“You’re not going to have that orgasm so fast, whore.” you looked him in the eyes as you understood everything you needed to understand. He grabbed your arms and pushed you up towards him, tearing off that dress from you to expose your hot body under the kitchen’s dim lights. He took a moment to check you out and was amazed by your beauty.

He placed one hand on your back and leaned you down as his lips traced saliva strains around your boobs and sucking onto your nipples. Your boobs were so round and soft, he almost wanted to bite them off from your body. He liked so much kissing them and having you squirm under his touch and suckings. Your head fell backwards to the tiring pleasure he was giving you.

He couldn’t keep himself anymore and he positioned himself between your legs, taking his length between his fingers as he gently rubbed it to your clit. He wanted to tease you and from what he could observe it was working as you were whimpering anticipating the moment he's going to go deep inside you.

“Just— do it.” you exhaled as you were biting your index finger. “Shut up, whore. You’re not telling me what to do.” he demanded as he loudly smack your thigh. “Someone is going to hear us.” you chuckled. “Let them come and see, then. Now shut it up.” as he said so you swallowed your words and gulped, only trying to look at him and see him still teasing your dripping clit.

He felt so good just by carefully digging into you with the tip of his dick, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back as he enjoyed every moment of it. Until one moment, when it wasn’t enough for him anymore, he got inside you unannounced, hearing you groan in surprise as you felt him deep inside.

You felt so good stretched out like that by his cock, maintaining himself from going strong on you since the beginning. He thrusted slowly first, but as he couldn’t keep it for too long, he just decided to push himself faster and harder inside. You wrapped her legs around his waist and quickly pushed him closer to you so you could have all of him buried deep inside you.

He smirked and held you by the hips to have a better grip on your body, his skin clapping onto yours with each pump he made. You let out soft moans, trying to hold back as much as possible so no one will wake up.

He pushes you up once again and moves you a bit so he can climb onto the counter and sit on it, gesturing you to jump over his lap. Both your legs were resting on one side and the other of his, your fingers grabbing his cock and stuffing it inside you. He placed his palms on your back and held you close, as you jumped up and down on him.

He enjoyed letting you do a little bit of the work— even though he loved to be the dominant, it turned him on even more to see you doing him like that.

You pressed your lips on his, hot breaths intertwining with each other as you rode him as fast and good as you could. He felt your wetness spreading onto him, only making himself even more turned on by you, if that was even possible.

Your lips were something else— so juicy and soft, altogether with that dancing tongue inside his mouth. He could feel your breast rubbing onto his chest and he pulled you closer to him so he could bury your whole body into his. He went closer on your jaw and reached your neck, bitting and sucking on that sensitive spot you had, being sure to mark you as his propriety so you can’t fuck around that easily.

You were cute and innocent sometimes, but you loved being a little slut which made him wonder and upset— he wanted your pussy just for him, even more now that he knows how good you feel and taste.

He moves you aside and gets down from the surface, gesturing for you to do the same. He grab your hips and turn you around, only to bend you in the same position he found you here earlier, finally being able to fuck you like that.

He was feeling close since you rode him, so he pumped himself into your guts so bad, deep and rough that he almost felt like pushing the whole furniture piece from its place. You kept a hand over your mouth, muffled moans escaping your lips as the other hand was holding dearly onto the edge of the surface. His hands were cupping your waist forcefully, squeezing your skin and for his own pleasure, spanking your ass cheeks for a couple of times, seeing you twitching whenever his palm made contact with your ass.

Once again, both your skins clapping and your lowly hard exhales and groans were filling the room. “Oh my, oh my— fuck.” you whimpered under your breath, making him so fucking turned on by the way of moaning those words. “Fuck it, babygirl.” he said as his thrusts became sloppier, his body was exhausted and he was almost close.

You finally released onto his cock, filling him with your juices, but not making him stop yet, still pounding into your pumping pussy, seeing how you couldn’t take it anymore of pleasure. He went a bit faster again as he felt his cock filling up with blood, only to pull it out and spill his hot liquid onto your ass, giving himself a few strokes until he was completely finished.

Both of you were still, catching your breaths, you turning your head to watch him deeply and lost into his eyes as he locked his with yours, giving you a soft smile. He turned around to take a paper towel and wipe his cum from your skin gently, making you giggle. He smacked your ass one more time before throwing the paper in the trash.

You rose from the counter and he quickly grabbed your arm and spun you around to kiss you once more. But this time the kiss was a bit softer and exhausted, but he gave you through it his sincere feeling.

“Better dress up, what if someone comes and catches us after all that noise we made?” he winked as you gave him a playful look, both of you collecting your clothes to dress yourselves.

The fact that both of you were so comfortable after it amazed him, only smiling and chuckling at each other, but regardless feeling so good— it made him upset that he overthought it for so long and could’ve just done it earlier.

“What about your sandwich?” you point at the plate with a half eaten sandwich. “I already had my late night snack.” he winked and he could see your cheeks pinky. “But I guess I can finish that up.” He took his plate in his palm and you also gestured that you would go to your bedroom, as he also wanted to go to his. Both turned off the lights and made your way towards the rooms.

“Uh— goodnight.” you shyly spoke, only giving him a short look. “What do you mean? You’re sleeping here tonight.” he gestured with his head towards his room as he pushed open the door.

He entered and turned his head around to still see you in the doorway with a confused look on your face. “What if someone finds out?” you asked as he placed the plate on the nightstand and went back to you with a smile cutting his face, gently grabbing your wrists and pulling you playfully inside with him, closing the door behind you.

“Sleep here, baby cub.” he pouted as you couldn’t help your chuckle. “Are you sure? I mean—“

“I want to hold you in my arms tonight.” he kept a serious but gentle face, making you flustered with his words. “I didn’t know you have a soft side.” you giggled. “I have my little surprises.” he winked.

Afterwards, he pushed you down the bed and climbed over you to kiss you deeply, tucking strains of hair behind your ear as you caged his neck between your arms. Then he fell next to you, completely exhausted and feeling himself slowly drifting to sleep. He pulled you close to him, sliding his arm under your head, letting it rest on his chest as your soft palm was placed over it. With his other arm he embraced your whole body close to him. He loved how you then buried your face into his neck, chuckling when you sniffed his perfume.

Both of you were able to speak a few more words before you drifted off to sleep, deciding to entertain yourselves and keep this as both of your own little secret.

The Household’s Bunny: New Beginings

A/N: Here is the establishing written part I promised! This is just to kinda set the scene a bit, the rest of the parts won’t be going in chronological order since this is a drabble series, but I wrote this literal years ago when I wanted to make it a full sequential series! Please enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, talk of sex work, mentions of stalking, OnlyFans and camming are discussed, soft and (kinda) yandere dummies, the members are adopted by the same person but don’t see each other as family, weird (adoptive) family dynamics bc this is a bit of a crack fic

Pairing: OT7 x Chubby! Reader

Word count: ~6k

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Synopsis: Among the clouds, there is sun. It was time for a new beginning among new people in a new home. You had always enjoyed company, and you could only hope they would enjoy yours for all that it is. It wasn’t everyday you get seven new roommates and they get one that’s like you.

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BAD GIRLS GET GOOD GRADES

synopsis. jimin wants you to tell him why you think you’re dirty, even if it means that the cute class president image he has of you in his head will be tainted, because he thinks he can take it. scratch that, he knows he can tolerate it, because he isn’t the student council leader you think he is.

pairings. yandere!jimin x f!reader, yandere!taehyung x f!reader

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

word count. 6.7k

warnings. NONCON/DUBCON SMUT (penetration, riding). noncon touching. noncon kissing. exhibitionism. dirty talk. degradation. sex in a public area (aka the classroom again). blackmailing. yandere themes. possessiveness. mentions of handcuffs, sex toys, and pills. jimin is best boy. oc feels guilt for being horny :( and she feels undeserving and inferior 😞 taehyung’s an asshole but what’s new. and he’s called a motherfucker at least like fifteen times. and he’s still mean and flirty. but we still like it that way yk. but he smacks his lips when he’s eating fuckin chips i swear i’m gonna arrest him 👮🏻‍♀️.

part (3) of the SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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the first time jimin sees you today is when you’re running late to class. 

he walks in the empty halls with a neat pile of quizzes resting in his palms, graded and ready to be delivered. the classrooms to his left are filled with students listening to their teachers babble on and on about the boring lesson, leaving the halls for jimin and jimin alone. maybe that’s why your quick stomps echo so loudly behind him, or why he’s confused enough to turn around and catch sight of your stumbling state just before the crash. 

technically, the first time jimin sees you today is when you trip on one of your undone shoelaces and come slamming into his chest, violenting knocking his chin with your forehead.

the papers go flying (and so do his glasses). one by one, after drifting in the air for a solid second or two, the quizzes land on the ground with bold and unpleasant pen marks facing the ceiling. student council president jimin thinks that he needs to give a lecture about the code of honor and privacy concerns if you happen to catch sight of jihoon’s score of 32. but at the moment, he’s more worried about his uniform pants getting dirty from the fall, his painfully sore chin, and a girl who’s on top of him, chest-to-chest.

“hey,” he says with a stern tone before getting a good (correction: hazy) look at the clumsy student (uh, where did his glasses land?), “running in the halls is strictly…prohi… bited…” 

there’s a pause in his sentence. 

then, a hint of pink rushes up his neck.

“_____?!”

you’re no clumsy student; you’re the cute class president of mrs. yoo’s room. 

he almost doesn’t recognize you, not because his bare vision is a little blurry, but because it’s so unlike you to be like… this: blazer undone, hair a mess, backpack completely unzipped with folders hanging on for dear life. 

and you’re late. you’re never late, always arriving at least thirty minutes before class starts. his perplexity is disrupted when he sees your thighs laying between his legs. he’s unable to tear his eyes away from the hem of your skirt that’s ridden up a few inches.

“oh my god!” 

your exclaim makes him snap his head to your flustered face. you cry out apology after apology, hastily getting up on your knees from the more than awkward position, but a whimper comes out of your mouth after the fourth ‘sorry’.

“a-are you okay, _____?” concern paints his features as he assumes that your legs are hurt from the brutal fall. 

despite the pain in your thighs, you nod as a response. then, after swiping at his glasses on the floor to hand them over to him, you quickly crawl away and grab the papers on the floor (with your eyes aimed away from the numbers; honor code, remember?). “i’m so sorry, jimin,” you repeat for the umpteenth time, “i was just— i was just in a rush and— i’m sorry, i shouldn’t be explaining, i’m probably keeping you from something—!”

“it’s alright, _____, you don’t need to worry about it.” 

you cease your rambling when you see the smile etching his pretty lips. he’s looks so put together with his neat uniform, neater chestnut hair, dark rimmed circle glasses that bear no marks at all even after you throttled into him at full speed. this is the classmate you admire; the one who introduced you to the student council, the one who helped you through the projects he assigned. he barely voices his praise for your hard work, but that comforting smile of his never fails to reassure you in all kinds of ways.

until it morphs into a pout. “but you know better than to run in the halls.”

you bite your lip as your eyes cast down. “i’m sorry, jimin…” god, out of all the people in the building, park jimin had to be the one to see you like this. oh, how painful this pitiful punch in the gut is. and how embarrassing it feels.

by the time you face him again, he’s already got the remaining papers in his hand. you hand him your stack before he helps you stand with a gentle pull. “so,” he begins with an endearing tilt of his head, “why are you so late?”

it’s a simple question, really; much more simple than any physics problem you’ve ever worked. so why does it make you freeze? why does it make your hands all clammy, make your feet fidget and stutter, make your eyes dart from side to side? “oh… i just.. overslept.”

“overslept?”

you aren’t lying. you snoozed through your alarm this morning, mind still a mess and body sore all over.

even if you aren’t lying, you feel so… shitty. you’re not being completely honest with him like you usually are during council meetings and advice sessions, because you know that if jimin were to know the whole truth, he’d surely be much more than disappointed in you, and you don’t know if you can take that. scratch that, you know you wouldn’t be able to tolerate it. you’ve worked so hard to be in jimin’s favor in hopes of having a settled position in the council. you can’t bear to lose that spot. so even if the guilty feeling makes your chest tighten with shame, you force a small nod. “yes…”

he hums, doesn’t say that he knows you’re keeping the truth from the way you’re unable to meet his puppy gaze. he doesn’t say it because he thinks it’s so cute that you’re such a bad liar. 

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, as if repeating it would make you feel any better, “i know it’s my responsibility to get to class on time, but,” you finally look up at him, “if you could please understand, then i’ll be very grateful. and please, let me help you with the papers; it’s my fault that you haven’t delivered them yet.” 

jimin thinks you’re so cute without even trying. with your head held high and your eyes now determined to prove yourself better, you’re so cute, too cute that it almost makes him giggle, but he suppresses the glee with a smile that turns his eyes into happy crescents. “i understand, _____. we can walk together, since we’re both headed to your homeroom. but honestly, i think the one thing you need to worry about is an explanation to mrs. yoo.”

although you cringe at the thought of how ugly this one unexcused tardy will look like on your perfect record, jimin’s right. the idea of describing your lame excuse to your teacher, in front of the whole class, in front of student council leader park jimin, in front of rich, class clown kim taehyung (that motherfucker), has you wanting to flee as far away as you can, away from this building that once gave you meaning, and now gives you nightmares. 

jimin watches the knobs turning in your brain before he looks up in thought. he hands you the quizzes, telling you to hold them for a second as he reaches for a sticky note and pen in his pocket (so like him to keep supplies on himself at all times). 

“… jimin? what are you writing?”

he grins at you while he scribbles, nose scrunching and words playful. “something that will get you out of being counted tardy.”

the door of mrs. yoo’s classroom slides open and you stand as straight as you can, as confident as you usually are. you look a lot more put together by the time you and jimin arrive; your hair is fixed, blazer uniform buttoned up, and the pockets of your backpack are sealed tight and secure. but when your homeroom teacher halts her chalk from writing on the green board, and when she cuts her sentence to narrow her eyes at the two of you, you suddenly feel a lot smaller. you want to bury yourself into the half stack of papers in your hands, wallow in the incorrect answers to the quizzes.

shock replaces her discontent. “_____? you’re late?!” she exclaims. it’s like she can’t believe it, and you don’t blame her. “i thought you’d be absent!”

just when you begin your apology, your habit of rambling when you really have nothing to say, jimin starts talking. 

“don’t worry, mrs. yoo, _____ isn’t late. the student council had a meeting without notice,” jimin’s sweet voice and polite smile melts all the worries away, and you hear a couple students sigh as they admire him. the smile he has on is the same smile that he shows to all the teachers, all the faculty. he fishes for a note in his pocket, shifting his stack of quizzes on one hand and walking up to your teacher. you follow behind him as he continues, “i made sure that mr. jong wrote to you about the mishap. if you’d be willing to, could you excuse _____ this time?”

mrs. yoo takes the note. she looks to you, her favorite student, then looks to jimin, the council president. she doesn’t even check the sticky note, sighing and trusting jimin’s word. “tell mr. jong to send it via email next time, alright?”

jimin glances at you, and his lips give a small smile that’s laced with mischief. “yes ma’am. i’ll be sure to tell him.”

you’d never expect jimin to ever forge handwriting. unknown to you, he’ll do anything without complaints if it means getting you out of trouble.

after the graded quizzes are placed on mrs. yoo’s desk, jimin bids farewell to the middle-aged woman with a bow and says a friendly goodbye to you (not before glancing at a particular student seated among the class, which causes his expression to turn sour until he meets your wave with warm eyes). once the doors are slid shut once more, and once mrs. yoo gets back to writing on the chalkboard, you hastily make your way to your desk in the front row.

you can’t look at your teacher’s desk without wanting to puke or run away. you think that vomiting might be easier, given how sore your shaky legs are from yesterday.

a couple of students glance in your direction when you get to your chair. you try to smile at them, try to give them the friendly aura that jimin always pulls off, but the muscles on your face don’t cooperate. you seem like you’re wincing, and it’s not a good look on the poise class president.

“pffft.”

your head spins to a certain classmate in the back.

motherfucking kim taehyung.  

he leans back in his chair as his legs are lazily spread in front of him. the usual bored expression on his handsome face is graced with mocking amusement. unfortunately, yet unsurprisingly, it’s aimed at you. 

you want to scream at him, curse him out, yell out all the rage inside of you and tell the asshole that he’s such a horrible student, not because of his stupid pranks or his lack of respect or his absence of trying in studies, but because he’s using the goofy persona he displays to conceal a much darker side of himself. 

you want to do all that, yet you can’t stop yourself from watching his hands play with the eraser on his desk. 

of course his sleek fingers are adorned in expensive rings. of course they remind you of how he touched your skin in ways that force a shudder down your spine, how he gripped you by the waist and fucked you on your teacher’s desk last night. and of course, he sends a wink your way that goes unnoticed by anyone else, like it’s a secret signal just between the two of you.

your face feels hot with frustration, embarrassment, and all the shitty emotions that rich, class clown kim taehyung always manages to make you experience. 

dropping your bag on the floor, you plop in your seat with an irritated huff and start taking out your notebooks. but it’s so awkward, because you’re fumbling through your bag, making so much noise the more your hand rustles to find the goddamn pencil bag. you’ve never been this unprepared for class before. 

and to motherfucking kim taehyung, it’s adorable. from his seat near the window, he can see your pink ears, the pout on your lips, the flustered crease of your brows. he smiles to himself and leans forward, holding his chin in his palm. 

how cute, he thinks. 

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i’m so soft 🥺

Oh okay 😯 hhm could you do a Y!Prince Jungkook where reader is his (forced) concubine and he has nipple sucking kink so he is always sucking on her nipples and he even does it in public to show everyone that she's his propriety?(kinda noncon)

-> sorry for any mistakes

⚠️: NON CON

If you’re not wealthy, the royal family won’t even glance at you

They only talk to high class people who have money

You’re homeless with no family or friends

You get little to no sleep because you have to watch out for creeps

You don’t have money to buy food

You’re at your lowest

It was evening time and the food stalls were closing

You hadn’t ate anything the entire day so you had to steal food

The man behind the stand was counting his earnings so you quickly took some bread but he had unexpectedly turned around and caught you

You bolted from there

Running as fast as you could but someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you back

Your eyes widen when you see who it is

“Y-your royal highness.” You drop down to your knees and lower your head

“Give me the bread.”

You quickly handed it to him, only for him to throw it on the ground and stomp on it

He then slapped you across the face

“You low life make me sick. Get up.”

Tears were present in your eyes but you made sure to keep them in

You got up and he took your hand

He dragged you to the front of the palace

“Your royal highness, I’m not allowed to go in there.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled

The guards stood in front of you and the prince

“Shall I take her away, your royal highness?”

“No, open the gate. I need to punish this thief.” He said, emphasizing the letter ‘I’

That night was the worst night of your life

To think the prince was capable of such cruel actions

He look your purity and used you all night long

You were crying

He ripped your only clothes apart and forced everything

The hickeys

The kisses

The sex

He held your down by your neck and forced you to say that you love him

All while getting pounded by his cock repeatedly

You were already so hungry and tired

But Jungkook never slowed down

You could only sob and regret stealing that piece of bread

He attached his lips to your nipple and kept saying that they were his

He kept saying that you were now his

You weren’t used to such violence

The following days, his wife was very bitter towards you

Who wouldn’t be, though? Her husband that she loved dearly was sleeping with you every night

She could hear everything in the next room however this was normal in the royal family

Oh, how you wished to tell her that you’re forced by him

Jungkook’s mother was disgusted by you as well

It seemed like Jungkook’s wife told his mother and they both find you disgraceful

His mother demanded him to kick you out of the palace but he refused

Jungkook was oddly possessive over you

He even said that he’ll leave the royal family behind if she kicks you out

Since Jungkook’s going to be the next king, his mother didn’t risk it

As time passed, Jungkook became more possessive

He would leave the door open every time you guys had sex so everyone could see that you belong to him

He wanted everyone to hear you scream because of his cock

Jungkook would cover you in love bites

He even said, in front of his parents and wife that he wanted you to be the mother of his kids

His wife broke out into tears right then and there

His mother went to comfort her while his father laughed

Every month the royal family would throw a ball

Usually, Jungkook locks you up in the basement during the ball

After it’s over he comes and collects you but this month, he had your dress picked out, ready to wear

The ball was going great until Jungkook pinned you against the wall as everyone watched

You weren’t his wife so everyone was confused and shocked

He started making out with you

Making more love bites on your neck

He pulled the top half of your gown, revealing your breast to everyone

He sucked on both of them while everyone watched

He was so shameless about it

After sucking for a few minutes, he pulled a chair out and sat down before pulling you onto his lap

“Grind on me, baby.”

“Your royal highness. What are you doing? Please stop this!”

“People need to know you belong to me. This is the only way, princess.”

“P-princess?”

Jungkook continued sucking on your nipples

He was hard as a rock and couldn’t sit still any longer

He got up and pulled you to the nearest bedroom so he could fuck his baby into you

I guess y’all made history that night💀