Duplicity | Jjk (m)

duplicity | jjk (m)

summary: one thing you shouldn’t be doing is fucking the enigma that is jeon jungkook—just seven days after he broke your sister’s heart  pairing: jungkook x f reader  genre: drabble-ish, smut, pwp, angst, enemies to lovers (kinda), taboo themes rating: 18+  word count: 4.8k warnings: lotta swearing, sexual tension, betrayal, angst, seven!jk, the laundromat from seven mv (warning in itself 🥵), double pierced lip!jk, pet names, nasty dirty talk, making out, hickeys, jk loves her 🍑, explicit smut so oral (f receiving), breast play, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, dom!jk, big dick!jk, doggy, spanking, clit stimulation, choking, hair pulling, degradation, manhandling, dacryphilia, implied tummy bulging, denied orgasm, exhibitionism, voyeurism, overstimulation, creampie (SORRY ITS PURE FILTH)

a/n: um hi so i know i was on a lil hiatus but seven utterly destroyed me n this was the aftermath.. oopsie daisy i hope y’all enjoy! 🙈 pls lmk what you think!

a/n 2.0: thank you to my sav (@jeonjcngkook) for coming along this crazy ride w me & for making the most stunning banner,, i love you so very much 🥺

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“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” 

An all too familiar timbre broke through the humming and whirring of washing machines and tumble dryers; immediately shifting the mood within the laundry room of your walk-up apartment building. 

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, keeping your back facing him as you continued to pluck your clothes from the basket, organizing them into two piles of whites and colors. You didn’t dare acknowledge his existence—why would you? 

That would only cause more trouble. 

And if there was one thing that Jeon Jungkook consistently brought into your life (most of time against your own will)—it was trouble. 

The sound of heavy weighted footsteps approached from behind you. “Are you really giving me the silent treatment?” 

Were you giving him the silent treatment? Abso-fucking-lutely. It was either complete silence from your end or the world’s most intense screaming match. All you’d wanted to do since he ended his six month relationship with your older sister of two years last Wednesday night, was to shout an obscene amount of cuss words and insults in his smug little face. He deserved the smack down of the century; a harsh knock off his self imposed pedestal.

But your sister had practically begged you to leave it be, as she still quote-on-quote ‘loved him’, whilst hiccuping through chesty sobs and shoveling spoonfuls of Ben & Jerry’s into her quivering mouth. 

You reluctantly complied with her wishes, despite wholeheartedly disagreeing. No matter, you kept your word and satisfactorily avoided hunting Jeon Jungkook down for seven whole days. 

Although now your self control is going to be tested big time. 

Once the last item of clothing had been sorted, you filled the basket with the delegated whites and propped it up onto your hip. 

As you approached the washer, you heard Jungkook scoff. No doubt he was either tonguing his cheek or chewing on his double pierced lip; a habit you’d noticed over the months he was your sister’s boyfriend. 

“Are you seriously gonna act like I’m not in the fucking room?” 

Frustration was clearly evident in his voice and you felt triumphant knowing that you were getting under his skin without even really trying. Jungkook always wanted to be the center of attention; expecting all eyes on him at all times. It was one of the reasons why you so desperately wished to give him a piece of your mind and obliterate his massive ego. 

Closing the door of the washing machine, you pulled out the tray and turned to reach for the laundry detergent—big mistake. 

Jungkook was perched (more accurately manspread) on the table where you’d left your belongings, his gaze transfixed on you. And only you. His plump lips were curved up into a knowing, self-assured smirk. 

He looked irresistible and it made you loathe him even more. How could somebody look so fucking attractive in a white wife beater, a loosely zipped up gray hoodie and ripped dad jeans? It simply wasn’t fair. Stop gawking at your sister’s ex! You internally chastised yourself, snapping back to reality and scowling in his direction. 

“Can you move? I’m trying to do my laundry.” You huffed in annoyance, hastily reaching for the detergent before your wrist became encased by a tattooed hand twice its size. “What the fuck? Let go, Jeon.” 

Jungkook swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, “why have you been avoiding me like the plague?” 

You scoffed in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me right?” 

Tugging you forward by the wrist, Jungkook pulled your body between his parted thighs which evoked a breathy gasp from the back of your throat. 

“I don’t kid when it comes to you, honey.” Good god, that fucking nickname. “I’ve wanted to see you all week.” 

You wished you could put your pussy in time out for clenching at that stupid term of endearment. How could your body betray you already? This is your sister’s asshole ex boyfriend! The same prick who shattered her heart and crushed her soul last week. 

Flashing him a curt frown, you roughly tugged your wrist out of his grasp and stumbled backwards to break your close proximity. “Hm, well I can’t say the same about you.” 

Jungkook’s pierced lips broke out into a broad grin. “Liar,” he mused, hopping off the table and backing you up against the row of washers, “if I know you the way I think I do… you’ve been wanting to chew me out all week because you love putting me in my place.” 

How the fuck did he know that? “You don’t know shit, Jeon.” 

“No?” He murmured, eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and delight. “Pretty sure I do. And I’m pretty sure your sister told you to ignore me because she knows.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows and folded your arms across your chest, trying to create some kind of distance considering how fucking close he was to you. His broad shoulders and muscular arms were shielding you from viewing the rest of the room and good lord, was it stifling. 

“What do you mean she knows? Know what?” 

Leaning his forearm against the top washer, Jungkook had you trapped. He ducked his head down so that his lips grazed your earlobe. You felt his hot breath and almost instantaneously your skin blossomed with goosebumps. 

“She knows I had eyes for her pretty little sister instead.” 

Your heart rate increased rapidly, thundering against your rib cage. You could feel the blood rush to your ears. The fuck? Did he really just say that? Unraveling your arms, you placed your hands against his toned pectorals and gave his chest an almighty shove. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Your words came out in a breathy rage, eyes ablaze as you stalked towards the table to resume your laundry. Oh how you wished you never opened your mouth. You should’ve pretended he was invisible. You should’ve never entertained him. 

Jungkook quickly slid an arm around your waist and spun you expertly into his chest. “I love when you’re pissed at me, so fucking sexy.” He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You repeated, majorly scandalized while mildly turned on. “You were still dating my sister just over a week ago!” 

He hummed in response, his hands snaking down your backside and curving around the globes of your ass, “so? A lot can change in seven days, honey.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat when he gave your ass a squeeze. “You’re such a fucking dick.” 

“Mm,” he chuckled, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? Getting fucked with my dick.” 

“Yeah ri—” 

“The bedroom walls aren’t soundproof, pretty girl. I know you were thinking of me when you’d fuck yourself with those vibrators.” 

Your eyes almost bugged out of your head. Oh shit. 

“Wha—” 

Jungkook squeezed your ass again, this time pressing himself flush against your body. You were now chest to chest, face to face and the sexual tension was so fucking thick that you were beginning to feel dizzy. 

“Tried to act so high and mighty when really you wanted me just as much as I wanted you.” He drawled smugly, lips finding your jawline and he nipped at the skin there. “Can’t blame you though, we look so fucking hot together. Way hotter than me and your sister.” 

You thwacked his shoulder for the comment but didn’t push him away this time. You couldn’t find the self control to remind yourself from the situation any longer, not when he was deliciously sucking below your jaw. “Why are you always so cocky?” 

Jungkook released your skin with a pop, smirking at the reddish bruise with satisfaction. His eyes glistened with amusement, “why wouldn’t I be? I have the cock to back it up.” He rocked his hips against yours then, allowing you to feel exactly what he meant. His bulge was impressively large, hard and throbbing through his jeans. 

You swallowed a moan, “Jungkook…” 

“Fuck,” he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, “fucking love it when you say my name. So pretty, so hot, so good.” His hands were making their way from your backside to your thighs now, causing your skin to tingle.

“You need to stop. This isn’t right.” You weakly tried to be the voice of reason, bringing your hands to the fabric of his gray hoodie in hopes to push him away from you. 

“Why does it feel so right then, hm?” 

When you felt his hands rubbing your clothed inner thighs, you ended up shrugging the zip-up hoodie off his shoulders instead. Call it instinctual desire, since your body fully went against your brain at that moment. The garment hung loosely around his impressive biceps, showcasing the glorious tattoo sleeve on his right arm and exposing the long silver chain dangling around his neck. 

Your eyes drifted from his body back up to his face and you felt your clitoris pulsate at the smoldering way he was staring at you. Jungkook gazed at you like he was a starved man and you were his first meal. The way he was devouring you with his eyes render you speechless and prompted you to clamp your thighs together. 

No words were exchanged between the two of you for approximately a minute before your mouths clashed together in a heated kiss. Jungkook hoisted you up onto one of the washers located in the middle of the laundry room, ironically the only one that was mid-cycle. 

You involuntarily gasped into his mouth, your body instantly reacting to the vibrations from the washer. It was stimulating your lower half much more than you cared to admit. Your hands clutched at his wife beater, holding the man as close as physically possible. 

Jungkook smirked against your lips, relishing in the way you reacted before stealing your breath with the most scorching kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, licking and teasing behind your teeth whilst one hand busied themselves with unzipping your jeans and the other cupped your left breast. 

He was everywhere; invading your senses and claiming your body in a way you’d only envisioned late at night when you would touch yourself. This whole scenario was taboo and so fucking wrong, yet you couldn’t recall the last time you were this turned on. Your mind was totally fogged and your pussy was leaking like a broken faucet, undoubtedly soaking your panties. 

“Bet you’re dripping for me,” Jungkook mused huskily, expertly shrugging the denim down your thighs and rubbing his index finger over your clothed slit, “fuck. You’re drenched.” 

He wasn’t lying. You were absolutely saturated. Your panties were undeniably ruined. “Do something.” You complained, bucking your hips as he rubbed his fingers over your panties. 

“Bossy,” he chuckled with mischievous eyes, “love putting me in my place like I said.” Jungkook removed his hands from the apex of your thighs (despite your whines) and cupped both your clothed breasts. He squeezed and kneaded at the soft mounds, producing soft, breathy moans from the back of your throat. 

“Touch me.” You pleaded. 

“I am touching you, honey.” His cocksure smirk was basically audible. 

“Fuck off Jeon,” you hissed through gritted teeth, trying to hold back your moans but it was practically impossible when he lifted your shirt and expertly tweaked your nipples through your bra. “Please touch me properly.” 

Jungkook wasted no time in peeling your shirt from your body, discarding the garment somewhere on the table with the rest of your (now abandoned) laundry. He dipped his head down to where your neck met your shoulder, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along your skin as he unclasped your lacy bra. 

“So fucking pretty.” 

You whimpered when your breasts became exposed to the cool air of the laundry room, shifting your weight on the washer that was still slightly vibrating as it continued its current wash cycle. You wondered if Jungkook had planted you here on purpose. 

Seconds after your bra was flung away, you mewled when you felt the cool contrast of Jungkook’s piercings against your peaked nipple. The heat from his tongue swirling around your areola left you shivering, head knocking back as he suckled on your tit. He groped at the other one, rolling your nipple between his fingers and pinching it to tease you. 

“Jungkook!” You resorted to a moaning mess, bucking your hips in desperation as he played with your breasts. “Please.” 

He released your nipple at your plea, dropping you a cheeky wink and then proceeded to kiss down your naked upper body towards your clothed center. Your hands found purchase in his long, raven locks, grasping at the strands. 

His skilful and beautifully inked fingers hooked the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy material down your quivering legs. Jungkook husked out a groan at the sight of your glistening pussy; wishing he could capture the moment in his brain and keep it there forever. 

“You’re such a filthy little slut,” he tsked, “soaking wet for your big sister’s ex boyfriend. What would she think if she saw you right now, hm? What would she do if she saw her sister naked with a greedy pussy craving my cock?” 

Your cheeks burned at the degradation. The hair that resided at the nape of your neck prickled at his provocative words, meanwhile your pussy clenched around nothing. That little traitor loved his filth and wanted nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his girth. 

After a few heavy breaths, you finally managed to answer him: “I don’t wanna talk about her.” 

“Oh?” Jungkook’s eyes twinkled naughtily. He took both hands and spread your legs even further, lifting them up over his broad shoulders. “You don’t wanna be reminded that you’re being a little whore? It’s okay baby, I like you even better like that.” 

Without warning, Jungkook dived straight into your wetness. His lips suctioned around your engorged clitoris, sucking the sensitive bud into his hot mouth. 

“F-Fuck!” 

The man between your thighs hummed in approval at your response, absolutely feasting off your juices and your breathy moans. He groaned lowly when your fingers carded through his hair before yanking hard on the strands. You were tugging him closer and Jungkook was absolutely here for it. 

He dragged his nose along your slit, teasing you briefly before finally giving you what you so desperately ached for: his tongue. 

“So fucking good.” 

“Jungkook.” All you could do was whimper his name unabashedly. 

He lapped his tongue at your slick folds, slurping obscenely. The sound was so lewd that usually you would’ve flushed in mortification—but you were far too dazed to give a shit. He was making you feel better than any of your battery boyfriends ever could. 

“Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. Can’t believe I wasted my time on hers when I could’ve had this.” 

As if his words weren’t enough, the way Jungkook waggled his tongue up and over your aching cunt was more than enough indication that he immensely enjoyed eating you out. 

“God!” You whimpered, fisting his onyx colored locks. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” 

Jungkook loved the way you begged for him. He growled gravelly in approval, dipping his tongue inside your seeping hole in hopes to have your thighs squeeze around his head. “Like fuckin’ hell I’m gonna stop. S’obsessed with this pretty cunt.” 

You tightened around him almost immediately, crying out his name desperately. 

“That’s it pretty girl,” he rasped out encouragement, “keep saying my name like that and I’ll let you come.” He replaced his tongue with two long fingers then, curving upwards against your snug walls. He located that spongy spot inside you within mere seconds, jackhammering his digits in a delicious rhythm that had you keening. 

You practically sobbed out his name, head thrown back and breasts bouncing in perfect sync with his handiwork. You were a fucking sight to behold and Jungkook knew that this wouldn’t be the only time. It couldn’t be. He needed to have you every single fucking minute, every single fucking second. Twenty-four-seven, seven days a week. 

“Wanna come,” you strangled out through a string of high pitched moans and squeaky whimpers, “please lemme come.” 

“Yeah?” Jungkook chuckled against your heat, quickening the pace of his fingers. He knew you were close; it was so fucking obvious. The way you were clawing at his scalp and grinding shamelessly against his face was proof in the pudding. “Gonna come for me? Gonna make a mess on my tongue like the dirty little slut you are?” 

You weren’t sure what compelled you to squeal—either the way he grazed your g-spot or the nasty words that fell from his spider-bitten lips. Or both. 

The familiar tightening sensation that pooled in your lower belly only got more intense as Jungkook ruthlessly fucked your cunt with his inked fingers. You were so close and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that this orgasm was going to hit you like a tsunami. 

Your moans increased in volume and octave as you climbed higher and higher—only to have your climax ripped from you within milliseconds. 

Lifting your head up to meet his mischievous expression, you gaped at the man inexplicably. “What the fuck?!” 

“Such a dirty mouth,” Jungkook chuckled in self-satisfaction, bringing his moistened fingers to his lips and sucking off your juices, “for someone with such a sweet pussy.” 

You glowered at him. How fucking dare he not make you come? 

“You’re a bigger dick than I thought.” You hissed in his direction, shoving him back by the shoulders. You didn’t dare gawk at the swirls of marvelous body art that covered his arms—now wasn’t the time to appreciate his body when he just denied you of what would’ve been the best orgasm of your life. 

Grinning devilishly, Jungkook reached behind his head and shed his wife beater from his upper body. The way he peeled off the material was nothing but sinful and your pussy squelched at the motion. He stood before you in nothing but his ripped jeans, the denim hanging low on his trimmed waist. 

You wanted him bad. And you absolutely hated yourself for it. 

“Think I’m a big dick, huh?” He captured your hips with his large hands effortlessly, yanking you (more like manhandling you) off the washer and bending you over the edge of the table. The same table that held your forgotten laundry on the opposite end. 

Your ass was now exposed to him and the compromising position stirred something deep inside of you. 

“How’s this for a big dick?” Jungkook husked, bucking his pelvis and prodding his denim-clad bulge against the swell of your ass. “Are you gonna be a good little whore and take it?” 

“J-Jung—”  

“Gonna take your sister’s boyfriend’s cock?” 

You didn’t bother to correct him. Not when he was grinding his erection against your ass, creating a delectable friction. Your mouth hung open and no words came out; only tiny, strangled noises.  

Jungkook wasn’t satisfied with the lack of verbalization. His hand collided with your right ass cheek, leaving a slight mark and causing you to shriek out a moan. “Use your words, honey.” 

“Y-Yes!” 

He hummed in disapproval, delivering another slap to the other cheek, “yes what?” 

Head lolling forward, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you whimpered at the tantalizing condition of pleasure and pain. “Yes Jungkook, I’m g-gonna take it!” Your words were jumbled together, slurred and stuttered. 

You were turning into a crybaby and Jungkook was so fucking turned on. Never had you been at someone’s mercy like this before. All you wanted was to feel full of him. You wanted to be owned by him. Little did you know, he wanted that too. And had for the longest time. 

“Good girl.” He cooed, calloused hands gently rubbed at the reddened flesh. “Keep being a good girl for me, ‘kay? Gonna give you what you need, pretty baby.” 

The sound of a zipper being undone followed, leaving you quivering in anticipation. You pushed your backside out towards him, purposefully shaking your hips in order to entice him to fuck you. You were sick of waiting. You needed to feel your walls dragging along his cock. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, had a different idea in mind. He quickly untucked his hardened erection from his boxer briefs, palming himself for a few moments. He hissed gruffly at the sensation, fisting his cock in his tattooed hand until he was leaking pre-cum from the mushroom tip. 

“Got me so fucking hard,” a guttural grunt escaped his lips, “gonna fuck you just as hard.” Jungkook teased the head of his cock between your plushy ass cheeks, causing you both to release a suppressed gasp.

His words ultimately carried promise. One that you wholeheartedly believed he was going to live up to. 

Although you couldn’t deny that you were becoming fed up with the teasing. “Can you hur—”  

Your impatient demand died with a loud yelp as Jungkook nudged his cock between your creamy folds, thrusting inside of you with one rut of his hips. 

“Fucking shit!” The male cursed from behind you, snapping his hips against your backside with fervour. “So fucking tight, honey.” 

He wasn’t over-exaggerating—your slick walls were hugging his throbbing length like a vice. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as Jungkook drilled into your cunt, his cock hitting all the right places. 

“Should’ve fucked this pussy six months ago.” He growled. 

Heat spreads across your entire body. Your cheeks flushed, your clitoris pulsed and your grip on the table wavered. His admission implied that he wished he fucked you first instead of your sister and with the way he was slamming his cock in so fucking deep, you couldn’t help but believe him. 

Reaching for the back of your head, Jungkook gathered a fistful of your hair. He roughly tugged you back so that your stare zeroed in on your reflection in the doors of the floor to ceiling tumble dryers. 

You looked totally fucked out. Your lips were swollen, cheeks puffy and forehead sheen with a clear coating of sweat. Your eyes were glossy with unshed tears and your nipples were taut, aching for attention.

“Look at how good I’m fucking you, baby.”

Jungkook commanded through a gravelly rasp, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he increased the speed of his powerful thrusts. “What would your sister think if she saw this right now?” 

“Can we—ngh!—not talk about her? Just fuck me.” 

Jungkook laughed, like actually laughed in response. “Yeah, you’re right. Your pussy puts hers to shame any day. Who cares what she would think.” 

With that, he almost pulled out all the way, only to slam his cock back inside your squelching cunt. You were so fucking wet that you could hear every indecorous sound coming from your connected bodies over the whirring of washers.  

Jungkook growled at the lascivious echo of skin slapping skin, sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth. “Mm, yeah, so much better than your sister.” 

You genuinely wished he would stop bringing her up. Everything was already a competition between the two of you (had been since the day you were born) and this wasn’t exactly the kind of clusterfuck scenario you wanted added to the shit-pile. 

You bit back a moan. “I hate you.” You didn’t really. 

Chuckling haughtily, Jungkook released his grip on your makeshift ponytail and snaked his hand around the column of your neck instead. Grasping gently at your throat, he forced you to make eye contact with him through the reflection. 

Tears involuntarily slipped down your cheeks. Not because you were in pain, but because you were beginning to feel overstimulated. Jungkook’s thick cock stuffed you full in the most exquisite way and you were still experiencing aftereffects from the denied orgasm previously. 

“You hate me, huh? Is that why you’re crying over my dick?” He gave an almighty thrust to finalize his question. 

“Ungh!” 

Victoriously, Jungkook attached his lips to below your earlobe, nibbling on the sensitive skin with intentions to leave another mark, while he gently squeezed your throat once more. He fucking loved that you couldn’t answer him, because your body was doing all the talking he needed. His thrusts were starting to become sporadic—meaning his climax was impending—but he was determined to have you creaming all over his cock before he buried his load inside you. 

You gasped brokenly at the sensations that were exploding around your body. Your legs were trembling, thighs quivering, pussy convulsing. Every inch of your skin felt like it had been set alight and there was only one thing that could put it out. 

And that one thing was the man fucking you like no tomorrow. 

“Squeezing me so tight, holy shit,” Jungkook rasped, “is it because you’re watching me fuck you? Does that turn you on, pretty baby? You like getting off knowing if I can see you getting railed into oblivion then anyone who walks in can?” 

You sobbed out a wretched moan of his name. 

“You just pulled my cock all the way in—fuck!” He gnawed on his lip piercings, eyebrows furrowing as he freed your throat and gripped both of your hips with his enormous hands. “Naughty little girl. So dirty. Wanting to be watched as I fuck you full of my cum. Fucking love it.” 

“Jungkook!” 

“I know, honey. I’m gonna get you there.” 

Sprawling his palm across your lower back, Jungkook impelled your weight down onto the table and in effect, allowed his pulsing cock to slide in even deeper than before. 

You could’ve sworn you felt him in your guts. 

The two of you groaned in unison and Jungkook only waited for a split second before increasing the pace of his thrusts. With a newfound motivation, the raven haired male pounded into you from behind like it was his last mission on earth. He grinned ceremoniously when you squealed as he brushed your cervix. 

“Hold on, pretty baby. Gonna make you scream.” And that was a promise. 

Slithering his hand between your thighs, Jungkook located your swollen clitoris with ease and immediately started drawing a figure of eights over the sensitive nub. 

More tears cascaded down your cheeks as your body shuddered in pleasure. Your walls clenched down on his throbbing length as that familiar sensation from earlier reappeared, only this time more intense than ever. 

“S’close…” You slurred, drunk on euphoria. 

“That’s a good girl,” Jungkook murmured hotly against the shell of your ear, delivering hard but sloppy thrusts deep within your quaking cunt, “now come for me.” 

You cried out his name as your climax crashed over your body; knocking the breath from your lungs and causing your heart to pound rapidly in your chest. Tingles exploded from your thrumming clit, to your taut nipples and all the way down to the tip of your toes. 

Jungkook couldn’t tear his gaze away from the dryer door, eyes fixated on the compromising reflection of the both of you. He was enthralled with the way you had come for him; utterly entranced by your impeccable beauty and flawless body. 

He shortly snapped out of his reverie and resumed his movements, rutting his hips in order to chase his own orgasm. He wanted nothing more than to splatter your walls white with his hot cum, leaving traces of him in a way you couldn’t forget. In a way that had you craving him the same way he craved you. 

He meant it. He wanted you seven days a week. 

“So fucking perfect,” he grunted throatily from behind you, his thrusts now erratic as his climax approached, “better than she’ll ever be.” 

You were affronted but also unbelievably aroused. Reaching back, you grasped strands of his hair that resided at the nape of his neck. “J-Jungkook, come inside me. Wanna feel you.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice. 

With one almighty thrust, Jungkook croaked your name when his climax overcame his body. His dick twitched against your walls and spurted his hot cum deep inside your cunt. He leisurely thrusted to ride out both your highs, his hands kneading at your tender breasts simultaneously. 

Your eyes fluttered closed then, head nestling back into his toned chest and puffy lips parting as you relished in the afterglow of amazing sex. 

Jungkook once again peered at the reflection in the dryer with a smug smile. Only this time, it wasn’t because of you. It was because of her. A pair of scandalized eyes staring at the two of you, mouth agape. 

Pressing a delicate kiss to the side of your temple, Jungkook made sure his declaration was loud enough for your witness to hear: 

“Hey honey, just know that every time I would fuck your sister, I was thinking of you.” 

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Master List

Fifteen

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: You and Hoseok might be missing each other during his heat, but you get the opportunity to become closer with another pack member.

warnings: mentions of past trauma, fire, death, assault (nothing detailed), tbh aside from some pining, this chapter is pretty fluffy.

wc: 6k

When you woke up on the fifth day of your heat, you felt almost normal. Your limbs didn't weigh quite so heavy, and the ache between your legs was gone. Yoongi laid beside you in bed, his cheek pillowed cutely on his arm. He looked so peaceful, you couldn't help staying a while to watch him. You had few moments to look at him like this when he wasn't looking back at you. You'd never noticed how lovely the dip above his cupid's bow was, even though you'd spent so long admiring his smile. His black hair was disheveled from sleep, cutting dark black shards against his pristine white cheek. It took every ounce of restraint to not brush his hair back, but you wanted nothing less than to wake him. He'd earned a good sleep after giving you anything and everything you needed for the past five days. 

Jimin was absent from bed already, you noted, and after indulging in several minutes of watching your alpha sleep, you decided it was time to attend to your bladder's needs. You slipped off the bed as gently as you could and quietly opened the door. 

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you went down stairs, hoping you would run into Hobi, but no one was there, not even Jimin. Maybe your brain wasn't working as well as you'd assumed because you could smell every pack member but Jimin in the house, but there wasn't a person in sight. Coffee hadn't even been made. You shrugged it off, guessing everyone was sleeping in like Yoongi. You wouldn't be going to work since your hormones were still above normal, and it could attract unwanted attention even though you were feeling better. So you looked around for something to occupy you until the others got up or Jimin came home.

You found baskets full of laundry in the room connected to the kitchen and debated for a minute whether it was intrusive to do the pack's laundry for them. Ultimately, you decided that Hobi wouldn't mind and got to work. There were towels left in the dryer from last night and you folded them, looking around for anyone before you indulged in burying your face in a particularly soft and fluffy one. It reminded you of how Jungkook smelled, even though you hadn't been particularly close to him since you moved into the house. You weren't afraid of Jungkook like you were the others, maybe because you'd already been close enough to him when you first met to know he wouldn't hurt you or maybe just because he wasn't an alpha. But you were afraid he was going to arrest you anytime you saw him in uniform, and that feeling would take time to fade.

When the folding was done you decided to have a bowl of cereal to fill your grumbling stomach until everyone else woke up. You had to drag a chair from the kitchen table to the fridge to be able to reach the boxes on top. You didn't realize Jimin was home until you heard him laugh. You froze, your hand still reaching for a box of sugary cereal, and turned your head to look at him. 

"I get it now," he chuckled.

You dropped your hand. "Get what?" 

"Why people always laughed at me for being short. This is objectively funny," he explained as he walked over and grabbed the box you were going for with ease.

"I had it," you mumbled as the box floated past your face, and he set it on the counter. 

"Sure you did. Come here before you hurt yourself." Jimin grabbed your waist and lifted you from the chair, and put your feet on the ground.

"Where were you?" you asked softly.

"Did you miss me?" he teased, and you looked away without responding. "I just went to the grocery store. Can you help me bring stuff in?" he asked, and you eagerly nodded. 

"I didn't know you could drive." Although you normally would have tried to carry several bags at once, your limbs were still a little weak, so Jimin only handed you light things like paper towels and bread.

"I can. There are just so many people in this house who prefer to drive. It's never really been my thing, but I can do it when I need to."

"Isn't grocery shopping usually Taehyung's thing? Why didn't he go with you?" You wondered as you walked back into the kitchen.

"Hobi's in heat," Yoongi said from the bottom of the stairs, his hair wild and his eyes still droopy from sleep.

"Oh," you breathed. You should have realized sooner. You couldn't explain why that left you feeling disappointed. 

"He started yesterday. He tried to tell you but you were–"

"Yeah, it always gets deepest at the end."

"How do you feel today?" Yoongi asked. Coming closer, he pushed your hair back to look into your clear eyes. You had to tilt your head back to look up at him.

"I'm fine," you answered as he wrapped his arms around you. You hugged him back, and he hummed happily. "Shouldn't you be with him?" you asked softly.

Yoongi pulled back to look at you. "No, princess. We're yours."

"But…" you huffed air through your nose, trying hard to get a grasp on your own feelings. They should be with him, right? You shouldn't be keeping them from that. Hobi needed and deserved them. "He needs you."

Jimin shook his head. "He doesn't. He has more than enough alphas to get him through it."

Your face scrunched in frustration as you picked at your nails. Yoongi might be able to appreciate how adorable you looked more if he wasn't concerned. "What's on your mind, princess?" He prodded softly. 

"I know you're my pack. But you're his pack, too. And–" you looked at Yoongi and he gave you a nod to go on. "All three of you made my heat better, and I want Hobi to have the best heat, too, so I think you should be with him."

"Sweet thing," Jimin cooed, unable to resist patting your head. 

Yoongi reached for your hand and pulled you close. "It makes me really happy to hear that your heat was better. It's still not over quite yet, so we will stay with you. We want to stay with you. Hobi wants us to as well. So you don't need to feel bad about it. He's just fine."

Your lips still pouted as you mumbled an 'okay.' Yoongi watched you as you tried to blink away the moisture in your eyes, but you had to look away from him. The washing machine sounded like a church bell calling you to service. You turned and wiped the last of the unshed tears from your eyes. 

"Okay. I'll just put in another load of laundry and then I'll make some breakfast, okay?" 

"Baby, you don't have to clean," Yoongi said, but you shook your head at him. 

"Is this my home or isn't it, Yoongi?" You questioned, voice stronger than he expected. 

"Of course it is, but–"

"Then it's my home to clean. It's what I need to do."

He smiled lovingly at you. He couldn't be more proud that your omega instincts were calling you to take care of the house. It was like a special omegan way of claiming ownership, and nothing could have made him happier. "I get it. I only meant you shouldn't overwork yourself. You're still recovering."

"I'll be fine. I like doing housework," you assured him as you pulled away and went to the laundry room. 

By the evening, you had all of the laundry washed, folded and sorted. You'd even been able to iron Yoongi's uniform before he left. He was reluctant to do so, but you assured him that you would be fine with just Jimin for the night. It would feel weird though, to sleep in your nest without Yoongi after so many nights together. But you didn't let it show. 

After dinner, Jimin convinced you to settle down and watch a movie with him on the couch, so that was how Jungkook and Taehyung found you, cuddled and happy in front of Jimin as you both laid facing the TV. When you saw them, you tried to get up, but Jimin held you down, unwilling to let his personal heater go. 

"Is everything okay?" you asked. 

Jungkook nodded. "We just came to get food."

"I made two trays for you for dinner. I wanted to take them up but Jimin said to wait."

"That's sweet, pup. Thank you. But you don't have to," Jungkook said as he went to the kitchen. 

"You're watching Harry Potter?" Taehyung asked as he came to sit on the edge of the couch near your feet. He wore sweats and a sleeveless shirt, and his blonde hair fluffed around his head, making him look softer than ever. 

Jimin hummed. "The pup has never seen them."

"How is that possible?" Tae chuckled.

"My parents were really strict about us not reading or watching things about magic or anything like that. But I read all the books last year," you explained.

Taehyung nodded his head. "Are you enjoying it?"

You smiled and nodded eagerly before Tae reached out to ruffle your hair. He did it easily as if he'd done it a thousand times before, but it left you wide-eyed with heated cheeks. He didn't seem to notice though. He merely leaned over to kiss Jimin on the cheek, lingering a little to appreciate your scent, and then left to help Jungkook in the kitchen.

"You like Tae Tae, little pup?" Jimin whispered in your ear when he was gone. His teeth nipped at your throat and you wriggled away from him, finally escaping his grasp, but only because he let you.

"I hope this is okay," you said softly as you walked into the kitchen. "Do you need me to make anything else? Jimin said light stuff is better, but I'm not exactly an expert."

"This is great, Y/N. Thank you," Jungkook replied as he gathered water from the fridge.

"What do you like to eat when you're in heat?" Taehyung asked. Lucky for him you didn't seem to notice the intense interest of his inquiry. 

"I don't know. I don't usually eat much," you shrugged. Taehyung frowned, remembering the time two months ago when you passed out from not being taken care of. It was packmates' jobs to take care of an omega in heat, and he felt relieved you'd had a pack to help you this time.

"She'll eat anything as long as Yoongi feeds her by hand," Jimin said loudly from the living room. The two men watched as your face darkened with embarrassment. 

"I-is Hobi okay? Does he need anything?" You asked after you were able to compose yourself again.

"You are a sweet little thing, aren't you?" Taehyung said. There was something in the way you lowered your head, maybe to hide a smile, that he found heart-poundingly endearing.

"Hobi is doing fine. Happy as a clam. We'll take all this up, and he'll be even happier," Jungkook answered. 

Seeing that they were short a few hands with all the bottles of water and other drinks, you quickly grabbed one of the trays and took it upstairs. Your steps halted at the top of the stairs and you waited for Jungkook to open the door. When he did, you couldn't help taking a glance inside, to see if you could get a glimpse of Hobi and know he was okay. But when you did, it suddenly felt intrusive, like you shouldn't be there. Even after the two men entered, you could only bring yourself to the threshold of the door and wait for them to take the tray from you. Once he did, you disappeared back down the stairs before Taehyung could thank you and shut the door.

"How are they?" Hobi asked when Taehyung came back to the bed. He was relatively lucid for the moment. 

"They're good, hyung. Y/N made some food for us," Tae told him, helping him get up into a sitting position to eat. "It looks like she's been keeping busy."

Hoseok whined softly, causing Jin to wrap his arm around his back to comfort him. "I'm sure Jimin would come cuddle you for a bit if you asked."

When Hoseok didn't say anything and merely frowned, Taehyung answered for him. "It isn't Jimin that he wants, hyung." 

Hobi sighed. "I didn't know what it would be like to be with her. I've been with my sisters during heats, but it was different. I miss her scent and the way she fits in my arms," he said, sounding bereft.

"Maybe she could give you a pillow or something," Jungkook suggested. 

Hobi looked to Jin, not knowing how the pack alpha would react to an outsider's scent in the nest. "It's your nest, my love," was his answer to his husband's longing eyes.

He turned to Namjoon, who was still lying on his other side. The alpha shrugged. "It's not like we're not used to her scent now. It's all over the house. And it's nice. I don't mind, especially if I would make you happy, darling." 

Hoseok smiled slightly and turned onto Jin, burying his face in his neck. "We need to eat," Jin reminded him with a kiss to his head.

The remaining days of Hoseok's heat left a lingering weirdness. It felt like just at the point when you were wanting to see more of them, especially Hoseok, but even Taehyung too, everyone was suddenly occupied. Even Yoongi was working a lot, taking extra long shifts with only 8 hours in between to get a little sleep and some food before he went back. You felt guilty, knowing he was trying to make up for all the time he'd taken off with you, but you couldn't say that to anyone. He had to do it, and you were grateful he had, but you hated seeing him suffer for it now, even more than you hated not being able to see him much at all.

Jimin has been sleeping with you in your nest every night, but you were finding it hard to sleep without Yoongi, especially when you awoke from your nightmares. Jimin didn't wake easily, and you could cuddle into him without causing any disturbance. But tonight, your nightmare had been so upsetting that you didn't want to go back to sleep, so instead of turning in toward Jimin you rolled toward the edge of the bed, sending a quick text to Yoongi to see if he was busy. 

While there were times when he wouldn't be able answer because of an emergency, there were also long stretches of time when he didn't have anything to do at all. He always told you that you could text him anytime while he was working and if he could answer you then he would, but not to worry if he didn't. You'd been lucky a few nights ago when you woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. You'd texted him and since he wasn't busy he texted with you until you got sleepy again. Tonight, you weren't so lucky. A few minutes ticked by while your message sat unread. Finally, you decided to get out of bed since you were feeling awake and didn't want to lay in the darkness, lest your nightmares should catch up with you. 

You descended the stairs, expecting more darkness, but light filtered softly down the hall from one of the rooms at the front of the house. You knew that was Taehyung's studio. Other than the pack's room, it was the only other room that was omitted from your post-heat cleaning frenzy earlier in the week. You'd never been inside of it, but you found yourself walking quietly down the hall to the cracked open door. Low-fi music played softly inside, quiet enough that you couldn't hear it until you were just outside. Within, Taehyung stood behind a canvas propped on an easel. You couldn't see his face, but even if you didn't know it was him, you would know him by his heady scent that even the smell of paint couldn't smother. 

"You can come in," he said loudly enough for you to hear. Without leaning around the large canvas to see you, he had identified you by your apple scent, too.

You crept cautiously around the door to stand just inside. "I didn't mean to bother you."

His head poked around to look at you, smiling. "You're not. You can have a seat," he told you, pointing to the couch against one wall. You sat and curled your knees to your chest, picking at your nails as you took in the room. Odds and ends scattered about, quite the opposite of the rest of the house. "What's keeping you up, sweet little?"

You blushed at the nickname he had begun to call you a few days ago. "It's 'sweet thing,'" you corrected him the first time with Jimin's pet name for you. "Maybe to Jimin, but to me you're a sweet little thing," he'd argued.

"I had bad dreams."

Taehyung nodded with a thoughtful frown. "Me, too." He applied a careful stroke of paint before he looked at you. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

You shook your head. "I don't really remember it. But you can tell me about yours," you prompted. 

Taehyung shrugged. "Mine are pretty similar most nights. I dream about a fire, and the screaming, and when I wake up it feels like minutes before I'm able to move. When I can move, it feels like I have to get up. So I come here."

"When were you in a fire?" you wondered. 

"I wasn't. My birth pack's house caught on fire when I was away at art school. I wasn't there, and they all died," he explained distantly. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

Taehyung looked at you and smiled softly. "Nothing for you to be sorry for."

You wrang your hands together, not sure what to do with the uneasy feeling in your stomach. "You must miss them a lot," you said softly. 

He nodded. "Yeah, I do."

"Is that why you don't like to leave the house much?" you asked before you could stop yourself. You wished you could stuff the words back into your mouth. 

Taehyung huffed and then chuckled. "Yeah, that's part of it. If I go out somewhere for too long, I get worried. Like I won't make it back in time if something goes wrong." He sighed, "I know it's kind of silly. I just–"

"It's not silly," you assured him. "It's good that you have people you loved, who loved you. And now you have more people who love you. Was your birth pack big?"

He shook his head and put down his brush and paint in favor of sitting down with you. "It was just my parents, my mom's sister and her husband. They didn't have any kids, so I was an only child. They spoiled me, but I loved them a lot."

"It's nice you had so many adults to raise you and teach you."

He hummed. "Yeah, but I always wished I had some siblings or cousins to play with. When I first met Jungkook and he introduced me to the others, it really felt like I had gained those brothers I always wanted. It wasn't until almost a year later that I started having deeper feelings for them."

"Jimin told me once that when you joined the pack you were looking for family," you said.

"That was what I needed back then," he agreed.

You fixed your eyes on your knees. "I wish I could have been adopted by a family like yours instead," you said gently. "I could have been your sister."

Taehyung smiled sweetly at you. "That would have been great. But then we wouldn't be together now. And I like you being here now." At his words, you hid your face, but it only endeared him more. "I can be like a brother to you, if that's what you need. But I'd rather–" he cut himself off and shook his head.

You lifted your head just a bit to peek at him. "Rather what?"

He blushed slightly and put on a strange kind of smile. "I would rather be your alpha—one of your alphas. I know you're probably not ready for that, and that's perfectly fine. I'm not like Yoongi or Jin, but I do want to make you comfortable and happy, and I want to protect you as best I can. I know it's not an enticing offer but…" he rambled and you unconsciously put out a hand and touched his arm to soothe him.

"I'm sure you're a great alpha. I…I don't know if I can…one alpha is a lot for me already and Yoongi…I don't know. But I could use an older brother," you admitted. 

Taehyung tried not to show the tinge of disappointment he felt and gave you a boxy smile. It didn't hurt too much though. As long as he got to be around you, he didn't care. As a big brother he could still protect you and help you, and maybe someday, your feelings would open up to something more. The silence stretching between you was broken by a rumbling in your stomach. 

Taehyung's eyebrows rose with a question. "Are you hungry?"

You smiled sheepishly. "Yeah."

He took your hand and pulled you to your feet. "Let's find you something to eat."

He dragged you to the kitchen before you could say a word to stop him. When he opened the refrigerator, he frowned, discovering what you already knew. Supplies were limited. There wasn't even milk for a bowl of cereal.

"There's stuff for breakfast tomorrow," you assured him. "And Yoongi said he would stop by the store on the way home and grab a few things in the morning. We didn't realize how bad things were until we'd finished making dinner. Eight people is a lot of food and–"

"It's okay, sweet little. You don't need to stress about it," he smiled down at you. "But it doesn't exactly help our current situation." By the look in his eyes, you could tell he meant you.

"I'm fine. It's no problem for me to miss a meal or two." You had missed more than that before and been fine. 

His eyes narrowed at you. "Did you skip dinner?"

You shrank from his gaze. "I just wanted to be sure you all had enough. You've been–'

"You don't need to do that for us. Ever. We will always work something out. It's our job to make sure that you are provided for. Not the other way around," he said, an edge of anger in his voice that had you pulling away. 

"You're not my alpha. Yoongi is…"

"And how do you think Yoongi will feel when he finds out?" He continued. 

You grabbed his arms in your hands and shook your head. "Shh. Keep your voice down. You don't have to tell him. It's really not a big deal, Tae."

"How can you say that?"

"Alphas eat first. That's most important," you told him matter-of-factly.

Tae's heart broke, and he took a deep breath before he could respond to you. "The alphas who told you that were wrong. That's not how things work here. You're never going to be last. Do you understand?"

You knew you wouldn't get away with saying no, so you didn't say anything at all for a moment. "Are you going to tell Yoongi?" you asked softly.

"That depends," he answered vaguely.

"On?"

"What do you want to eat right now?"

You shrugged. "I'm really okay."

"Tell me what you're craving," he said, but it sounded like a demand.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and thought. A smile tugged at your lips when an idea came to you.

"Name it," he said. His smile grew as yours did. 

"Mcnuggets and fries," you answered. 

"That's it? You can have anything you want!"

"I'm a simple girl, Taehyung!"

He chuckled, enjoying the way you said his name. "Fine. I think we can still have it delivered."

You scoffed. "It's less than a mile away. Let's just go."

"It's late," he mumbled. 

"It won't take long. I promise we'll be back soon," you said, thinking that leaving the pack was the source of his hesitation. 

"It's not that. I…I don't go out at night," he admitted.

You leaned in to whisper to him. "Are you afraid of the dark?"

He pushed you away gently. "It's not that…exactly." You looked at him, waiting for further explanation. He dropped onto a stool and sighed, looking for the words. "You remember how you knew my painting from the one you saw on the building downtown?" You nodded. "Well, I used to do a lot of stuff like that. Street art. And of course the best time to do street art is in the middle of the night. Once I was out alone and I got jumped by a group of saps. Ended up in the emergency room. Since then, I don't like to go out at night, unless I'm with other people."

You frowned. "That sounds really scary," you admitted. "But I'm other people."

He scoffed. "Hardly. I meant other alphas."

"Psh! You think they can protect you better than I can? I bet Jin doesn't even know how to fight, but I do!" You punched him playfully in the chest. With a laugh he stood and put his hand on your head, holding you at arms length so that your punches only hit air. You pouted at him so easily thwarting you. "No fair. But we'll be safe! We can go through the drive thru. We won't even get out of the car." He looked at you doubtfully. "Pleeease. You made me think about food and now I really am hungry," you whined. 

"Fine," he relented, "but you better make sure you text your alpha and let him know. I don't want him finding out later and getting mad."

"Deal." You followed him to the door and pulled out your phone as you both got your shoes on.

You failed though. 

You didn't see him or smell him as your shift ended, although perhaps you could have been on your guard for it. He usually came in at this time of day, between school getting out and picking Jimin up from work. But you hadn't seen Namjoon at the library since you moved in several weeks ago. He always made sure to go at a time when you weren't working. You couldn't help seeing him now as you waited outside for the purple minivan that almost always picked you up these days. Namjoon strolled casually out of the library, and you hid yourself behind a pillar as best you could, hoping to escape his notice. 

You hadn't recognized his presence inside, but he had noted yours. He knew you would be there, after all. Although you two hadn't ever spoken directly to each other, Namjoon didn't hate you the way you—or anyone else—thought he did. Most of the time he tried not to think about you too much, one way or another. He felt more secure by now that you weren't going to fundamentally change his relationship with Jin, or with anyone else for that matter. But he also didn't want to dwell on the unwanted thoughts you aroused in him when he least expected it. Wonder if she's warm enough in that sweater, he thought over his morning coffee as you moved around the kitchen with Hobi before work. Wonder if she's doing okay today, he thought one day last week during your heat while standing in the hallway as students passed from one class to another. Isn't Taehyung supposed to pick her up? Omega shouldn't be out here all alone, he thought as he watched you duck out of sight. He could've kept walking and pretend he didn't know you were there when you clearly wanted to avoid him. But then again, it seemed he couldn't.

"Hey, Y/N," he spoke softly, coming out awkward and stilted. 

"Hi," you responded so softly he almost didn't hear it. 

He cleared his throat. "Is Taehyung coming? Do you need a ride home?"

You shook your head vigorously. "He's already on his way. They should be here any second."

As if you summoned him, Tae's car pulled up only a few awkward minutes later. He put the car in park on the curb and hopped out. 

"Hyung, what are you doing here?" Tae asked, an edge to his otherwise friendly tone. Maybe it was an automatic response to the way you curled in on yourself, looking scared and shaking like a leaf.

"Just the usual," Namjoon answered, gesturing to the books in his hand. "I saw Y/N, and I thought I'd wait with her."

Taehyung nodded. "Ah. Sorry I'm late, sweet little. Are you ready to go?"

To answer him, you simply nodded your head and walked toward the car. You climbed into the front passenger seat, where Hoseok would normally be sitting and buckled in before Taehyung had even gotten to his door. 

"Where's Hoseok?" You asked as soon as he got in. 

"He's at home resting. He's pretty worn out, but he's excited to see you when we get home." Tae put the car in drive and pulled smoothly out into the street. "Your alpha is there, too."

"Let's go!" You urged, forgetting your mood from a moment ago.

"We'll be home in a little bit. We need to go grocery shopping first." He couldn't help smiling at your eagerness though. 

"Namjoon meant well, you know," he said after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

You looked at him briefly before turning forward again and sat on your hands to keep from fidgeting with them. "I know," you admitted reluctantly. Whether Namjoon hated you or not, you believed no one in the pack wanted to tempt Yoongi's wrath. "I'm sorry it's taking me so long to adjust."

"Hey. There's no rush. I just wanted to reassure you since you seemed a little shaken up."

"I'm okay," you replied, a little unconvincingly.

In the grocery store, Taehyung let you push the cart while he loaded it with the pack's usual supplies. As he did, he explained which brands Jin preferred (he was picky), what vegetables each member liked and hated, and each member's favorite snack. You made mental notes and hoped you could remember them all. By the time he was finished, the cart was loaded so full, you had to keep a watchful eye for things falling off the top, and you could hardly push it. You'd never seen so much food in your life. But with seven fully grown men, all of this would barely last a week. When the price was tallied up at the register, you could only frown.

"What's that for?" Taehyung asked when he got inside the car, looking down at your outstretched hand and the bills you offered. 

"For the groceries."

He scoffed and ignored your offering as he put on his seatbelt. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not. I don't want to add to your burden. You have enough mouths to feed already," you argued.

"You eat like a bird. Do you think it even makes a dent?"

"Don't be so stubborn!"

He looked down at the money still in your hand. "Do you want me to tell Yoongi about this?"

You groaned, "You can't always use that against me!"

"I can when you're being an idiot," he replied and flicked you in the forehead. You sat back with an astonished look on your face, mouth wide open until it closed into a pout. You stuffed the money back into your pocket. "Wait until I tell Yoongi about you."

"Be my guest," he laughed as he finally backed out of the parking spot.

You walked into the house carrying multiple bags in each hand despite Taehyung's scolding. As soon as you walked in, Yoongi was up off the couch where he had spent the last few hours cuddling with Hoseok.

"Hey, princess," he smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and smelled your head.

"Hi, alpha," you hummed, but you couldn't hug him back since your arms were still weighed down.

He chuckled, "Let me take those before your arms fall off."

"There's more outside," you told him as he pried the bags from your blood deprived fingers.

"I'll get them. You go cuddle with Hobi," he said before you could leave the room.

"It's okay. You can stay. I know you've missed each other."

Yoongi shook his head. "We've had plenty of time. And I think he's missed you more."

The way your eyes lit up and a smile covered your face made his heart swell. You didn't waste any time turning toward Hobi. His hair was a fluffy mess and he looked like he could sleep for another day, but he was waiting for you with open arms. You felt happy and relieved that he still wanted to cuddle with you and it hadn't only been a heat privilege.

"There's my little pup," he grinned lazily as you crawled into his makeshift nest. He was warm when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap.

"I'm stinking from work," you complained, pulling away slightly. 

He stuck his nose in your neck and sniffed deeply. "You smell like pup to me."

You rolled your eyes as he pulled you close again, until your head rested on his shoulder. Taehyung came in carrying grocery bags, followed by Yoongi, but neither of them paid attention to you. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel great, just worn out and a little sore."

You nodded. "That will happen when you have three alphas," you said quietly as the two currently home left the room once again. "I bet you don't get any sleep at all."

Hobi laughed loudly. "Not much, but I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way." You could tell by his smile that he meant it. He looked thoroughly satisfied.

"Then I'm sorry for taking Yoongi from you."

Hoseok clicked his tongue at you. "Never say that to me again," he scolded. "I've got more than I need and I'm happy to share. I know someday we'll be one pack. One way or another."

You know that was what everyone expected to happen, what they hoped for. You wished you weren't making it hard on everyone. If only you could get over your reservations. But you were trying, slowly.

"Taehyung told me he wants to be my alpha last night," you whispered to Hoseok. He already knew this. Tae had told him and Yoongi in the morning after you left.

"Do you want him to be?" Hoseok wondered. You said nothing but turned your face into his neck to hide your heating cheeks. Hopefully Hobi wouldn't notice how hot they were against his own skin. His grin spread ear to ear, and he stroked down your back without forcing an answer out of you. He knew it would come out soon enough. 

a/n: idk about yall but I made myself so soft with this chapter. What do you think about her relationship with tae? we got a little peak in joonie's mind too. Are things coming together?? I kinda felt unsure about this chapter, but I think it turned out okay overall. Please let me know what you think <3

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Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Masterlist]

Yoongi and Jimin are each proud owners of hybrids, and these days, slowly falling in love with one another. And everything could be so perfect- if it wasn't for you absolutely resenting Jungkook- for no reason?

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past traume, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though

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Main Parts:

Part 1: Strawberries

Part 2: Honey

Part 3:

Part 4:

Part 5:

Side Content:

Ask: Yoongi spoiling MC

Drabble: Yoongi brushing MC's tail

Drabble: MC cuddling with Kook

Drabble: MC getting scared by a bug

Drabble: Just Jungkook doing dog things

Drabble: MC making kook feel better

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“A story about how your boyfriend Jungkook gave you amazing head and you ask him if you could peg him. It’s as simple as that.”

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, hinted polyamory!AU

Warnings: switch!Jungkook, switch!Reader, it goes from Domish to the subbiest!Kook, naked cuddling, making out, passionate love making, this story is in two parts: one where he pleases her with body worship & oral + vaginal fingering & he’s Domish and one where she pegs him & he’s the subbiest sub, so for anyone just wanting to cum come for some Jungkook head you will be fed as well, for the other kinksters the next warnings are for the pegging part, he’s on his back, pegging, praise, good boy kink, he calls her Mistress, loving dirty talk, but also kinky dirty talk, anal fingering, anal fisting, lotsa lube, handjob, blowjob, nipple play, major belly bulging, he accidentally cums prematurely in her mouth, multiple orgasms (m. & f.recieving), reverse breeding kink, she wants to breed him and he calls himself her cumdump, she calls him “pet” & babyboy in a loving way, she also once talks about putting her babies into him, i love reverse breeding kink <3, they’re both a little feral, fangs, subby boy tears, the softest aftercare, she helps him subdrop in such a safe and loving way, he is a giggly boy afterwards <3, they’re in love and kinky

Wordcount: 10.7k

a/n: i am but a feral beast and you too shall share my fate 🤍

Jungkook stays over at your place tonight. You already watched a movie with some snacks and shared a bath whilst doing face masks and are now in bed making out. 

Jungkook is on top with his left leg between your thighs and his crotch pressed against you. His skin is so soft against yours and his body so nicely heavy. The warmth he radiates scared away the cold of your big room and makes you feel cozy. Your hands can’t stop exploring every part you can reach. It is as if you were obsessed. And you are. Oh, you are so into each other. The kisses feel so good and make you so happy that neither of you can stop making noises. There are also lots of giggles and little whispers of adoration in between. It’s just so nice to kiss each other, especially after not being able to for years. 

Jungkook breaks the kiss again, giggling as he busies himself with kissing your jawline and neck.

“My beautiful”, he mumbles mindlessly, “my beautiful girl. My girl, heh, my pretty.”

“That feels so good”, you sigh with a smile on your lips. You roll your head to the side, allowing him better access to your most sensitive spots. 

Jungkook explores them instantly with soft kisses and tender licks. He also gives you the occasional small nibble, which results in your body producing the most amazing of shivers. He is so gentle. 

His hands explore your torso. He knows that he has permission to do so because he asked. He always asks, which makes him such a safe space to you. You feel so well taken care of and comforted in his presence. 

“My pretty girl”, he whispers as his hand caresses your upper tummy, “I love how soft you are. Love it so much…”

You didn’t put on clothes after the bath, neither did Jungkook. Which makes the kissing and his gentle touches just all the more addicting. Being naked has always been a plan for tonight. First it was for the bath and the comforting intimacy you shared by being bare. Then it was for cuddling because Jungkook is obsessed with cuddling you naked. He doesn’t have ulterior motives when he asks for them, he merely loves the feeling of your naked skin against his’ and the unfiltered warmth of your body. He says that it calms him down and heals him.

You talked a lot, laughed and giggled and Jungkook allowed you to partake in his five minutes of craziness by tickling you gently and teasing you for being so much weaker than him. You love when he’s like this because he is gentle with you and he gets so giddy when you call him your strong man. After the little play fight which ended in you earning yourself five smooches on each cheek for “being cute”, the kisses began. Oh, how you both love to kiss each other with no barriers in between. They started off as little pecks and giggled smooches but soon turned into longer kisses, sighs and your tongues slowly daring to meet the other more and more.

Right now, Jungkook has moved on from kissing the left side of your neck to instead explore the right. He crawls between your legs, rolling your head to the other side with a tender hand on your face. You let him guide your head, caressing his biceps as a sigh slips past your lips. 

“Does that feel nice?” he asks in a whisper, painting kisses down your pulse point afterwards. 

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Maybe a bit weird but yandere big bad wolf jk and small sheep oc/yn?

pairing : yandere wolf jk x fem sheep hybrid reader

genre : smut, yandere

A/N : a quick smutty drabble rn because I'm writing a one shot for it and it's halfway done. I just need to do a quick dump bcs the one shot is kinda long and it's making me hit writers block 😭😭😭😭. this might not be the best tbh but I promise the one shot will be way better.

yandere wolf jk who's a perfectionist at uni never missing a class, always has a 4.0 GPA and never failed to made it in to the deans list.

and then one day he saw you, barging in to the class late mumbling sorry and sitting right in front of him,your scent covering his nose almost instantly,his ears tensing up as he grumble mate slightly under his breath.

he reached for you after class finished, hands grabbing your arm tightly, he leaned his face in, a wolfish grinned adorning his face as he greeted you

you who was timid,fearful and easily panicked,breathed out your name gently hands shaking from the sudden interaction. you can't help it of course it's in your nature to act that way :(

before he could ask you about how he's never seen you in the class before, you snatched your arms from him, legs stuttering to get out of the room as fast as you can, his scent was overwhelming, making your thoughts go hazy from fear.

jungkook frowned as your figure scrambled out, hands forming a fist as he make a silently vow to himself to get you again.

he met you again next on the campus hallway, hands barely holding on to the thick text books you carried as you sauntered around,trying to get into the professor office before bumping against some jock, your knees crashing on the hard tiles as the books fell from your grasp, gasp leaving your lips from the pain. the hallway turned silent, people watching you trying to gather books, you wanted to wailed from the attention you're receiving, your knees ached from the impact,blood oozing out from the cuts it received

jungkook immediately rushed up to you, shooing people away as he kneeled down, his hands quickly collect the books as he helped you stand up. he cooed at the fat tears that was sliding down your face, "its okay baby you're okay they're gone know" he fussed wiping your tears away

you sobbed,wiping your face at the sleeve of your sweater, the nickname he gave you went unnoticed as he continued to caressed your face.

"let me help you bring these and then we'll go to the infirmary to take care of your knees, okay?" he offered not giving you time to answer before he grabbed your hands,his other hand holding the books easily as he sauntered to the office

after that it was easy for jungkook to make you his,everyday he would take you out for coffee,sit beside you in class, and helped doing your assignments. he'd pamper you endlessly, slowly convincing you to sleep at his place instead because it was too dangerous for you to sleep alone and you who was dumb,naive and gullible believed everything he said.

he'd make you move to his apartment too, because it's such a hassle for his baby to be going back and forth at all and he doesn't like the thought of you being all alone so please move in with me baby, I don't like being apart from you :((((

jungkook Hates when you start talking or making friends with other people because you're his and only his to have, it's not hard to make you stop talking to these people of course, your timid nature making it easy for him to remove people from your life.

he'd tell you everyday, gaslighting you into thinking about how your friends view you as an easy target and how you will always be a Second choice to them, how you would easily get stampede if you keep hanging around with people other than him.

you'd believed everything he said, the thought of leaving the home you thought as a safe place become more and more distasteful making you switch all your classes to online instead, which ofcourse was jungkooks Idea.

jungkook loves to fuck you, he loves rubbing your wet pussy through your panties while you're sleeping, hips unconsciously humped against his hands as moans left your lips,his hands would move the panties sideways, thumbs slowly rubbing your clit, drawing 8 figures on it making you reach your qlimax, soft pants leaving your lips.

he'd fuck you on top of the kitchen counter, your front leaning on it, clit grazing against the counters corner everytime he thrust forward. cold marble pressing against your chest as jungkook pulled your hair back, his hand reaching down to pinch your nipple making you squeeze more around his cock

"aah...aah ple..please" you mewl hands rubbing your clit, desperate to reach your orgasm. jungkook grunts, his hands smacked you ass,groaning as he watched it jiggle "please what slut", he rasped hips bucking faster as he leaned down, lips sucking your necks making your eyes rolled back from the pleasure

"uh...ugh...cum please" you cried out, jungkook reached down hands smacking your pussy as he yanked your hair back "fuck..baby..cum" he choked, you wailed as you squirt against him,body trembling, eyes rolling back as your pussy pulsate againts his cock. "fuck fuck fuck" jungkook sobbed out as he reached his climax, filling your hole with so much cream it drips out.

he pulled out,wincing slightly before plugging his hand up your hole, preventing his cum from dripping down your hole "can't let this go to waste hm".

jungkook loves it when you got your heat he'd fuck you on every surface in the house. he'd fuck you on the couch when the movie's still playing,on the bathtub while letting the shower jet hits your clit , on the floor where he'd fuck you so hard you could barely from a sentence.

jungkook loves you so much he'd kill for you. he would easily get rid of anyone that he thinks might be a threat to your relationship.

he'd do anything for you as long as you don't leave his side,so don't even try to think about doing it it okay?.

visions

you’re convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesn’t want to be let go.

@momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree writer: quay (explicit-tae)

word count: 5.186

warning: yandere themes, smut, dark themes, cursing, manipulation, toxic relationships, non-con, reader is drugged, impregnation kink, spitting, nipple sucking, biting, dirty talking, blood, neck slitting,

Your eyes snap open when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. You’re quick to yawn, body stretching before grasping your phone off the bedside table. The alarm is titled “work” and you silenced it with a groan.

Your eyes catch the day of the week. Friday. The time was 8 a.m - an hour before you had to be at work. You contemplated calling off, but understood that it would cause nothing but your boss to be petty and write you off the schedule for the next few days - so you decided against it. Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine.

Your phone sounds suddenly. You furrow a brow and go to grab it, color draining for your face. You bite your lip at the unknown number displayed on the screen.

Hesitantly, you decline the call and quickly block the number. Unknowingly, you begin to feel uneasy as you make your way to your bathroom to wash up. You’re trembling as you wash your face and when you brush your teeth, you can feel just how terrified you are.

It’s only been a month, you note. You had no doubt in your mind that Jungkook was behind the phone call - he’s called nearly every morning since you broke up with him and quickly signed a restraining order. It was only a temporary one until the two of you went to court, but it was necessary to do so.

You met Jungkook nearly a year ago. You recall the way the man has entered your job - the one you had prior to having to quit because of a scene he caused - and smiling brightly at you. He asked various questions about the countless sweets and desserts you had displayed behind the glass and you answered the best you could.

Each day Jungkook returned, buying desserts such as iced cream, candy, cookies - anything. He would munch on it a bit while the both of you talked and laughed and before he left, he assured he’d leave a tip for you at the counter.

Day by day, you expected Jungkook’s arrival. It made your job less boring and you also found yourself willing to come to work more dolled up. You’d coat your lips with gloss that you knew Jungkook liked (he’d always flicker his eyes to them when you’d talk) and style your hair differently each time.

Your first date with Jungkook was at the very same shop you worked at. You came in on an off day to pick up something you forgot and just as you were leaving, Jungkook was entering. His eyes were wide upon witnessing you face to face  - this time you in casual clothing instead of a work uniform. 

By the third date, you and Jungkook were officially dating - him asking you once the movie you two watched at the cinema was over - you agreed without a thought.

By the second month of dating, you noticed a shift. Jungkook was sweet, sure. Caring. He offered you rides everywhere you needed to go, and when he couldn't he’d never felt comfortable with you going alone. You brushed it off with Jungkook just being a cautious person.

Month three was when he became vocal in how you dressed. He didn’t appreciate the way other men looked at you - his words exactly - and you were giving said men a show by wearing shorts or skirts that were too short. He changed your wardrobe with clothing that he deemed was “outside clothes” and some that were “indoor for his eyes only”. Again, you brushed it off. Jungkook was your boyfriend now and his opinions mattered.

By the sixth month, Jungkook began to isolate you from your friends. “Why do you always hang with them on the weekends?” he’d ask when you were invited to a gathering. “Why can’t I go? Are other guys going to be there?” he’d asked once, eyes glaring at you. “Your friends are single. You aren’t. Why do you need to go to a club where other single men would be at?!” he had hissed, hands in his hair as if he was seconds from pulling it out.

Jungkook was amazing at comforting you - or so you thought. “I know how men are, baby.” he murmured while stroking your hair in his embrace. “If able, they’ll take advantage of you. Your friends cannot protect you from a man willing to do you harm.”

But the man that had harmed you was Jungkook himself. 

Jungkook was never physically abusive. Sex with him was rough, yes, but you enjoyed it. 

Jungkook’s abuse was manipulative - often pinning you against your friends that you were no longer invited to places they’d be because you would either bring Jungkook, or the man would come unbeknownst to you. Jungkook would call you countless times until you picked up and asked when you’d be home - and if the answer wasn’t good enough for him, he’d insist on picking you up himself. “Why can’t I come?” Jungkook asked when you were hastily walking out the door to meet your friends. “You’re not going to see your friends. You’re cheating on me!” he’d hiss, eyes blown wide and neck veins pulsing. 

Last month, marking the eighth month, you decided to break up with Jungkook. You were nervous to say the least. You thought of several ways to break up with the man - you decided that in a public place would be best. You had more respect for him than to end the relationship over the phone. However, you also could not trust what he would do if you allowed him into your home. 

You invited Jungkook to meet you in a public area - a park where you and he walked hand in hand many times. You were a bunch of nerves, especially when Jungkook was strolling towards you with a wide grin and in his hands, sunflowers.

Your heart flutters when he offers them to you, and awkwardly, you take them in your hands. You and Jungkook sat at a bench and he talked about how much he missed you, peppering kisses along your cheeks before you managed to push yourself away.

“You’re…leaving me…?” Jungkook's voice was dangerously low and calm,  but his eyes were glaring daggers at you. You placed the flowers onto his lap and managed to get out of his embrace. His eyes are following you as you - slowly, so slowly - walk backwards, eyes apologizing while you remain silent.

The following week was Jungkook aggressively knocking at your door until you threatened to call the police. He would call nonstop and send multiple messages that you had to change your number to get him to stop - even if it never did, only slowed him down until he somehow found your number again. You had to change jobs more than once when he would show up at random times - you had no choice but to file a restraining order. You thought that maybe this would stop him - and for a moment it did.

Until today.

The unknown number calling you was no doubt Jungkook. You never answered any number that wasn’t familiar to you and instead blocked them. They left no voicemail after calling and each time, it was a different number displayed. 

You walk out of your bathroom and down the hall to your small kitchen. You didn’t have time to eat anything for breakfast outside of a quick muffin. You would be late if you cooked or even made coffee.

Your muffin jolts out of your hand when you hear sudden knocking at your door. Your blood runs cold at how powerful and rapid they’re coming. Your mind is on one person.

“Open the door, Y/N.”

Jungkook was behind the door.

Jungkook didn’t care for whatever petty restraining order you had against him. The constant calls told you so.

“I can hear you moving.”

You stiffen at his words. You didn’t know what to do. 

You weren’t once afraid of Jungkook - he has never hit you. But he was like another person when he was angered. He wasn’t the same man with the sweet smile and the soft eyes - it was as if a switch flipped and he was a completely different man.

“I just want…closure.”

Jungkook's words crack as he speaks and your heart betrays you. You were beginning to feel guilty for putting him through this. Your friends told you that it wasn’t your fault, that Jungkook was good at manipulating you. 

“Please, Y/N…baby.”

Your hand was on the door handle before you knew it and you cracked the door open. 

Jungkook’s eyes are wide when you do and he gives you a dazzling smile. He steps closer but stops himself from entering when you don’t open the door wider for him.

Jungkook’s smile falters. “You’re…”

“You can’t be here, Jungkook.” you manage to say without stuttering.

“You…are serious?”

You knit your brows. 

Were you serious?

You changed your number multiple times in a span of a month that it was insane. You blocked multiple numbers when changing yours became tiring. You got a restraining order against him.

Did Jungkook think this was just a simple misunderstanding and you needed to be “alone” before coming back to him?

“Yes. I’m serious, Jungkook. Please leave.” 

Jungkook doesn’t move. His eyes are searching yours for any hint that you were hesitant - but he found nothing.

You were serious.

You wanted nothing to do with him, Jungkook grunts.

You were willing to throw everything he offered you out the window because of what? A few disagreements? Arguments? Your single friends?

“So there’s nothing that is going to bring you back to me?” Jungkook tries one last time. He doesn’t want to blow up and demand you stop being the dumb bitch you were acting like now. He didn’t want to raise his voice and break down your door - because you would be frightened and close yourself off once more. He was trying but you were too selfish to see it.

“No.”

Jungkook’s heart shatters and he doesn’t say anything when you close your door. He hears you lock it but he decides that if you couldn’t allow yourself to accept his love - then others wouldn’t either. He was done with being nice to you - you didn’t deserve his kindness. If you were going to act like the damsel in distress, then he was going to give you something to be distressed about.

The music was far too loud to hear anyone who wasn’t speaking directly into your ear. The air was muggy and humid. It smelt of cheap cologne/perfume and several different types of alcohol - but you were just happy to be here. 

Well, as happy as you could be standing alone in the corner of the home while others danced, laughed and drank. You were invited by your friends to come to “let loose” and “get your mind off of your crazy ex”. You agreed - but now you were left to your own devices while they mingled elsewhere.

Speaking of your “crazy ex”, you haven’t heard from Jungkook in nearly two months. It was a sigh of relief, truly. You assumed he wanted closure in seeing you once last time to confirm that the relationship has indeed ended. There weren’t any random pops up at your home or work, no random phone calls or text messages from random numbers. Slowly, you were beginning to be less afraid of seeing the man out and about. 

“First time at a party?”

Your head whips around to a tall figure beside you. You can smell the alcohol in the cup he’s holding. He’s offering a small smile as he towers beside you/ He’s close to you just so he could speak loud enough for you to hear. 

“First time in a while.” you respond to him. You give a small smile in return. 

“Are you here alone?” the guy takes a sip of his drink. 

“No. My friends are…”

“...Around here somewhere?” the guy nods in agreement. “So are mine. Haven’t seen them in an hour.”

You laughed.

You and the tall guy - who’s name you learned was Dean - hit it off quickly. You and him stood together and talked the majority of the night - your friends and his never returning, but you aren’t surprised. You weren’t as outgoing and friendly as your friends were. You’re positive they’re playing a game of beer pong (and losing). 

As another hour rolls around, you were seated on a large leather couch that you’re surprised was vacant with Dean, your head began to hurt. You feel hot and stuffy and your vision is blurring. 

“Are you okay?” you hear Dean say. “Do you need some water?”

You nod your head, allowing Dean to pass you a bottle of water.

Jungkook - on the other hand - was livid. The nerve of you to break up with him just to come to a party and look for another man. And not just that - but to get drugged by said man and not even notice it. Jungkook lingered deep into the side lines that you would never see him - but luckily he was there watching over you. He witnessed Dean put a small pill into your drink while you were busy laughing at something he said - Jungkook clenched his fists. 

Jungkook isn’t far behind when you are being escorted out of the large sitting room, a sea of people not bothering to stop and see what Dean is doing with a groggily woman.

Jungkook’s breathing becomes heavy when you are pushed into a vacant room, the door closing behind them. 

Jungkook blamed your friends for leaving you alone in an environment that you didn’t belong to. No matter how hard he tried to tell you that you didn’t belong to a friend group such as this, you never listened. Now look - you were drugged by a man you didn’t know and about to get raped.

But luckily, Jungkook was here to save you.

Jungkook knocks aggressively onto the door, not stopping until the door swings open and an annoyed Dean surfaces. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to draw back his fist and plant it right between the man's eyes.

And again.

And again.

And a few more times until Dean is a bloody mess, squirming away and out of the room. 

Jungkook shakes his head and closes the door, locking it behind him. You aren’t completely unconscious, but he’s positive you will be soon. Your shirt is off already, Dean wasting no time.

Your bra - a red lace - looks amazing against your skin. It makes his heart swell and a smile forms onto his lips. It was a gift from him that you kept.

“Y/N, baby.” Jungkook coos, hovering above you. He wraps his arms around your body, you groaning low when he does. “I missed you so much.”

Jungkook sends kisses down your neck, arms never wanting to leave you. Your smell is tainted with alcohol, but his nose catches on the faint smell of vanilla he adores on you. 

“I told you not to have such horrible friends.” Jungkook tsks. You are yet to be fully unconscious. You moan out an inaudible response and Jungkook only coos again.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Jungkook presses himself into you, hard length at the center of your clothed core. “Do you miss me as much as I missed you?”

You do, Jungkook concludes. He dips his hands beneath your jeans and finds how wet you truly are for him. Jungkook removes his hands and pops it into his mouth, shuddering at your taste. It’s been so long - too long. He’s angered that you went too far away from the relationship. A restraining order? Far too dramatic for his taste. But he’ll let it slide and choose to forgive you because here you lay, beautiful as ever. Wet for him and him only.

Jungkook doesn’t waste any more unnecessary time. He needs to feel your warm essence around him. He pulls your jeans down along with your underwear, eyes widening at the beauty that was your wet pussy. He feels the bulge in his own pants begin to tighten and he just cannot wait any longer.

Foreplay was your favorite when it came to Jungkook, he knows this. You would cum so hard against his tongue, squirming and begging for him to stop because of just how overstimulated you were, but Jungkook wouldn’t. He would let you cum over and over on his tongue, fingers, thigh - wherever you wanted to.

However, now he could not console himself. The need to be inside you was far greater than anything. Once you and he were back together than he would allow you to sit on his face where you belong.

Jungkook pumps his cock as he inches closer to you. He rubs the tip of it against your swollen clit and shudders once more. Goosebumps litter his arm and he can’t hold back anymore. He enters you with a high pitched groan, hands going to place themselves on your hips.

Jungkook hears your moans as he sinks in and out of you, the sound of his skin slapping echoing off the walls. You were so wet and tight that he’s proud - proud that you haven’t let another man touch what was his. That even when you were upset and the both of you went through this break, that you understood your role in the end.

“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook snaps his hips into you harder, left hand going to toy with your clit. It’s sensitive as he remembers it to be. His right hand snatches the lacy bra down so he could watch the way your breast bounce for him. “So beautiful and all mine.” he hisses, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth. 

Jungkook sucks onto it until it’s swollen and throbbing, and he proceeds to the next one. He could never get enough of you, littering bite marks around your breast and collar bone.

“Your pussy’s milking my cock so good, baby.” Jungkook grunts, his thrust becoming sloppy. You were so wet, pussy clenching around him while your juices ruined the sheets. 

Jungkook snaps his eyes shut, groaning loudly. A free hand slaps down harshly on your stomach as he pounds into you. He recalls the few times the two of you spoke of the future - of getting married and having children. He declared that he desired them to look exactly like you - you were just so perfect in his eyes. “I’m going to put a baby in you.” Jungkook feels himself about to cum. His hands don't remove from your stomach. It was soft and it drove him crazy just thinking about you round with his child - your breast enlarging with breast milk to feed his child. You would be an amazing mother and he would enjoy nothing more than for you to be at home while he provided for you and the child you both shared.

Jungkook cums inside of you, twitching. He’s humming slowly, trying to regain his breath. He places a deep kiss upon your lips, sweaty forehead placed against your own.

Your head is pounding. Your throat is sore and dry and your body aches. You try to rake your mind about what the hell is going on and what has happened to lead up to this. You blink your eyes open, hissing how bright the light shines above you.

Your wrist is aching and when you attempt to move, you notice you cannot. Your wrist appears to be detained and when your mind registers this, you begin to whimper. Your vision is blurry with tears, but you blink them away to attempt to see what the hell is going on.

“Baby!”

Your thrashing stiffens at the familiar voice. Your blood runs cold and your mind is screaming alarm bells.

“You’re awake.”

You blink away your tears rapidly to regain your vision. It takes you a few moments, but when you do you’re crying all over again.

Jungkook was before you, but it wasn’t just him before you that had you screaming and crying. It was the man, tall and smiling warmly, covered in blood. The irony smells hit your nostrils and your stomach churns. Your head whips around to your surroundings, unsure of just where the hell you’re at. Your wrist is bound behind you. You’re sitting on a wooden chair in a room unknown to you.

“I didn’t want you to see this but…” Jungkook sighs, trailing off. He steps away to show you what was behind him and the reason why he’s covered in blood. 

Your throat releases a horrified whimper, eyes wide with tears.

“I had to do it, baby.” Jungkook says with a shake of his head. “They weren’t real friends. They left you alone at a party where you were drugged!”

The lifeless body of both of your friends laid flat against the ground, blood covering their skin even more than it did Jungkook’s. You want to vomit at the horrifying scene but somehow manage not to.

“P-Please-”

“Don’t start with your shit!” Jungkook raises a bloody hand to silence you. “Listen to me.”

You flinch when Jungkook takes a step towards you, eyes closing ready for him to deliver the same fate as your friends.

Jungkooks eyes widen at the sight of you cowering before him.

“You think I would harm you?” Jungkook scoffs in disbelief. “Everything I have done has been…for you. For us.” Each word that releases from Jungkook’s mouth is a hiss. His eyes are wide and he appears utterly insane. “I saved you from being raped by that bastard! I got rid of the trash you call friends!” 

You jump when you hear banging coming from Jungkook, but you open your eyes to look. 

“You left me for what, Y/N? To be left alone at a party and drugged? These weren’t your friends.” Jungkook scoffs. He goes as far as to spit on the two girls you dare to call your friends. “You got a restraining order against me just for me to not be the bad guy.”

You scream when you feel a hand on your jaw. Jungkook shakes your head to force your eyes open. His hands feel wet and sticky, obviously with the blood of your friends. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Jungkook voice cracks as if he was the one that is hurting - as if you weren’t the one that had to witness the deceased body of your friends and an ex boyfriend declaring he did it for you. “Say it back….” Jungkook’s lips are soft when they kiss your cheeks. Your salty tears are warm against his lips. “...Say it back….” Jungkook continues.

“Fuck you!” you scream. You’re thrashing, kicking your feet to get Jungkook away from you. Your wrists are burning with your arms attempting to release them.

“Already did.” Jungkook laughs gleefully. He isn’t upset at your outburst. You’re a pure soul and he’s saddened that you had to see this - death of fake friends and learning the realization of your (almost) assault. “How could you not remember the way we made love, baby?”

Jungkook trails a hand on your covered stomach. You stopped your struggle at his words, eyes wide and tearful. 

“You were so wet for me, baby. You missed me just as much as I missed you.” Jungkook taps your stomach gently. “Soon the product of our love is going to grow.”

Jungkook’s eyes are shining with love - to you it was psychotic. Jungkook was insane. This wasn’t love - you heard him admit to raping you; there was no way you could consent while drugged. 

“No…” you shake your head at Jungkook’s words, but the man only nods. “...I hate you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I hate you.” you repeat.

“Stop.” Jungkook hisses, eyebrows knitting. “How could you say that after-” “I hate you!” you scream in his face - and you repeat it again, again and again. You repeat it until Jungkook’s hand tangles into your hair and yanks it back. 

“Say you love me, Y/N.” Jungkook demands. “Say you’ll stay with me.”

Jungkook was crazy - there was no well in hell you would remain with a murderer. If you thought Jungkook was bad before, your thoughts on him have worsened now.

“I’ll never love you.”

Jungkook's heart thumps rapidly. Your words make his heart ache.

“You don’t mean that.” Jungkook shakes his head. His hand tightens itself in your hair. “You’re just upset. This is my fault. I should’ve taken you home.”

“I’ll never love you!” you hiss at him. 

Jungkook’s heart thumps again. His eyes stare into your own. 

You weren’t lying.

You hated him.

You feared him.

Your eyes weren’t lying, nor were the words coming from your mouth.

“I see.” Jungkook murmurs, dropping his hand from your hair. He takes a step back, tilting his head at you. “You’ll never love me again.” he states, more to himself than you. “If I cannot have your love, Y/N, then there is no reason for either of us to live.”

Your breathing increases at Jungkook’s words. He reaches into his jacket pocket, removing a pocket knife.

“I love you.” Jungkook’s crying now as he speaks. “Everything I did was for you!”

“Jungkook-”

“Don’t speak now.” Jungkook interrupts, pointing the knife at your throat. “You’ll never love me and I’ve accepted that.” Jungkook drops to his knee. He leans down to your face. You’re whimpering - and even now, Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. It saddens him that this is what you chose. “Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.”

“Jung-”

Jungkook places his lips on yours - a final kiss he tells himself. He places the pocket knife onto your throat and slits it. It’s deep and he feels the blood rush out and squirts onto him. You cough into the kiss, and Jungkook isn’t far behind. He slits his own throat just as deep. He’s coughing, placing his head onto your lap, desiring to be just as close to you in death as he desired in life.

Your eyes snap open and a scream erupts from your lungs right when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. Your hands grip your neck, heart pumping outside your chest. 

You’re in your room.

A shaky hand grabs your phone that was laid on the bedside table and turn off the alarm. It was titled “work”.

Your eyes watch as your phone displays the day of the week.

Friday.

8 A.M.

An hour before you had to be at work.

Was everything that happened to you…

“A dream?” your voice is hoarse and low. There’s goosebumps littering your skin and you’re visibly shaking.

You were having deja vu.

No, you did this already - you’re sure of it. 

Your dream began with you waking up just as you were now. Friday at 8 A.M.

Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine. You didn’t need to think what was going to happen next. 

Your phone sounds suddenly. Color drained from your face. You knew who was calling you without having to look at the screen. You were reliving your dream. Could you call it a dream or vision?

Were you given a second chance at life?

You recall the way you declined the unknown number and proceed in getting ready for work. Jungkook was knocking at your door. You recalled the party you were invited to, your friends, Dean.

You scurry down the hall to your bathroom just as your stomach churns. You release the vomit into the toilet, clenching the side of it.

“What’s going on…” you murmur to yourself, flushing the toilet. There was no way you were reliving what you had dreamt.

You began to brush your teeth and wash your face, hands trembling.

You don’t go to the kitchen like you would usually when you wake up. If your dream was correct, Jungkook would be-

A sudden knock makes you yelp. You’re stiff in your spot, eyes wide.

In your dream, you told Jungkook that you wanted nothing to do with him. That the relationship was over.

You told Jungkook you hated him as he stands before you, covered in blood.

You could feel the way the knife rips through your throat, unable to breath or help yourself.

“Open the door Y/N.”

Jungkook’s voice frightens you.

Your breathing becomes heavy.

Your dream was becoming a reality - if it was ever a dream. 

‘Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.’

Jungkook’s last words replay in your head while the hair on your skin raises. 

Before your mind thinks, your feet are moving. You slam the door open, eyes wide at Jungkook. He stands straighter at seeing you after a month.

“Y/N…are you okay?” Jungkook wants to hug you. You appear to be seconds away from crying and it causes his heart to thump.

“Jungkook…” you trail off, voice cracking.

“Y/N…baby…” Jungkook takes a step closer.

You wrap your arms around Jungkook, crashing into his chest. 

Jungkook’s distraught, but he doesn’t push you away. He wraps his arms around you and presses his nose into your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. 

Your hands clench his shirt, trembling. 

You didn’t want to die.

You didn’t want your friends to die.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook murmurs after a sweet moment of having you in his arms. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” you sob.

 Your mind is screaming at you to run. To push him away. There was a possibility that you could do things right - not go to a party and meet Dean. You can just go to work and home.

However, you’re tired. You’re tired of the phone calls and having to constantly look over your shoulder. There was a possibility that you could face the same fate as the dream.

“P-Please s-stay with me.” you stutter out.

Jungkook's heart pounds with excitement. “Really?” he gently pushes you back to look at your face. You’re crying, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. I love you.” he wipes your tears, a small smile on your lips. 

You nod your head at him. You step back and allow him to follow you in. 

Jungkook closes the door behind him. He leans down to kiss your lips. 

Jungkook sighs into the kiss. He missed your soft lips.

“I promise, baby, I’ll be better.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “I don’t want to lose you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I don’t want to lose you.” you murmur to him.

You’re unsure if this decision was the correct one, but you were far too frightened to see what an angered Jungkook would do to you in this reality if you denied him.