Jungkook: Mendacious

Jungkook: Mendacious

You're the definition of: don't judge a book by its cover.

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, Coyote hybrid!Reader, unlikely couple, established relationship, hybrid/human relationship, judgement, reader is treated poorly and unfairly, minor injury, angst, fluff

A/N: yes, another hybrid fic.

Mendacious : (someone) likely to tell lies.

If you didn't know it yourself, you wouldn't believe yourself either, if you had to be completely fair.

However, that still doesn't give any of the men the right to push you around like their doing now- the palms of your hands still stinging harshly from the accidental fall just minutes ago. They're still dirty, because you've got nothing to wipe them off on; the dress you're wearing too nice, too many fond memories connected to it to ruin it.

But how did you, hybrid of world-renowned idol Jeon Jungkook, end up at a pound with scraped up hands and a broken heart?

Well- you simply told the truth.

As a Coyote, there's always many bad rumors stuck to your name, no matter how hard you try to go against the odds and prove them wrong. They've tried hard to talk Jungkook out of adopting you three years back- instead trying to make him interested in one of the prettier and more well behaved cat and dog hybrids. But Jungkook had been stubborn; absolutely enchanted by your curiosity, your energy, just.. everything about you.

He'd talked to you, played a bit with you, and it just clicked.

He also encourages you to stay independent; having gifted you your own collar early on- a tag on the front for easy scanning and GPS tracking at all times, so no one would get you confused with a stray whenever you went to go out on your own, and he himself could check your location in case you got lost. It's something he felt like he owed you; you didn't deserve to be locked up inside his apartment like a bird in a golden cage.

He doesn't treat you like a pet; he treats you like a lover, like a friend, like family.

And until now, you've always somehow slipped from every noose thrown at you by life- getting laughed at constantly as soon as you'd say that Jungkook was your owner. But this time- this time, it went wrong.

Horribly wrong.

'Sure you are.' The men had said as they'd pushed you towards the van of the pound company. 'And my brother is the president.' They'd laughed. You'd stumbled, fallen into the van, hands stinging and eyes watering.

But there was no reaction other than the doors slamming shut.

It's not common for hybrids to be allowed on their own outside, so it's also typical to be asked by patrolling officers where you belonged to if you were to walk around on your own. In your case, you'd thought it had been fine; the officer having asked you for your ID and owner name as you'd tried to walk home from taking a walk by yourself.

And then the men of the pound had come around, taking you in for breaking the hybrid-stray laws.

They thought you'd lied.

Even worse; by now, they've taken your collar, arguing that you've probably faked the ID of Jungkook connected to the tag on it-a common crime for strays to stay independent, before it fell to the ground after you had tried to fight for it back- small GPS tracker pack breaking on the hard concrete floor. They were basically treating you like a criminal, and you were worried. Jungkook was probably still at the recording studio with yoongi. It would take some hours for him to go home- and maybe even longer before he'd realize something had happened.

You don't have your phone anymore either.

You have nothing.

And after 24 hours- you're officially considered a stray.

Ownerless.

Again.

"Go on and change." A young man says, throwing some clothes wrapped in plastic towards you. You've been asleep for a while now- your joints aching from the weird position you'd taken a nap in. "Afterwards you're led into your room." He informs you; and you assume it's probably because the 24 hours are close to being passed.

You must've really slept long.

You're good at obeying though; so you don't fight it at all, simply nodding to go get changed in a small bathroom nearby. You know it's smarter to just go along- you've seen one of the men raise their hand in response to your fighting over the collar a few hours prior.

They won't refrain to hit it necessary.

The clothes are simple, an eggshell-white color, a regular t-shirt and shorts with a cutout for any hybrids tail; adjustable with velcro so it fits any breed, while still being cheap enough. It's a little itchy on your tail, but it'll do; you'll get used to it.

Giving up your dress feels like giving up the last piece of home you've got, however.

It hurts, so much more than your hands, as the man takes the neatly folded piece of attire from you, before he walks in front of you, leading you down a hallway. You can hear noises behind the doors; from arguing hybrids complaining in their rooms, to whining and sad one's making their displeasure known. Your room is a pale orange in color; paint on the walls already starting to chip on some spots however, just like the metal bedframe and sink nearby. "Get in." The man demands, and you do so-

The door behind you closing, before you can hear the lock click into place.

This is it.

"Baby?" He asks into the darkness of the apartment, assuming you've maybe gone to bed already- though he's got an odd feeling in his stomach. He'd stayed way too long and he knows- maybe you're mad? He wouldn't blame you if you were. He should've told you.

Looking into the bedroom however, there's no you. The guest room? Empty. You're not here.

When he pulls out his phone to check your location, his blood runs cold- the GPS had lost connection almost 6 yours ago; and he knows for a fact that he charged the battery. He's a man of routine- he checks your collar every day before he leaves.

Calling you doesn't do anything either- you're not picking up.

Where are you?

You're picking ok a string that's escaped from the threading of your new shirt.

It's all you've got really; there's nothing else to do but wait and exist at this point. You've got no way to tell how late or early it is- maybe it's the next day already? Maybe you've been here for more than 24 hours? You don't know.

All you know Is that your hair still smells like that vanilla scented shampoo jungkook always made sure to buy for you, knowing it's your favorite.

Only now does it hit you full force.

So you cry, until a headache starts, and your body falls asleep again.

"Exactly. And I need the last location, urgently." Jungkook argues with his manager who'd gone out first thing in the morning to ask the store where he'd bought the tracker to read out the last known location before it disconnected. He would've gone himself- but he knows he can't make a public deal out of it. Not because he cares about his reputation; but because it could put you in danger. People could try and find you to get closer to him, and he doesn't want that. It's been way too long already- you're most likely scared to the bone. You don't sleep very well when he's not home, it's why he takes you on his tours and out-of-country schedules at all times.

He feels terrible, as if it's somehow his fault you're gone now.

Maybe you've ran away for a reason? Maybe you were tired of the stress? Of his life? Of him?

It's his biggest fear. He knows it's not just a small favor to ask for you to adapt to his constantly changing schedule and life, to ask for you to understand whenever he has to cancel anything you've both wanted to do just because he has to go back to the studio. You both never had a proper date, and he won't ever be able to do that; partially because of the bad stigma around hybrid/human relationships, partially because people wouldn't let him breathe if they spotted him.

But he shakes his head. No. He can think like this once he's got you back; for now, he has to find you first.

"They're downloading logs right now, just half an hour at max." The manager ok the phone informs him.

"Tell them to hurry up. It's been hours already, God knows where she is!" He argues, irritated by every single delay at this point. He'd already almost walked out himself when they had attempted to get themselves out easy by saying they couldn't read out any location data. He's going to get you back.

There's no other option.

Dreaming is odd.

Sometimes it's the wildest things that your brain comes up with while you sleep; flying over buildings and clouds, fighting ancient creatures, living in a world in space. You sometimes lucid dream too- controlling your actions and well aware that it's just an illusion.

And sometimes, like now, you don't dream at all.

Or maybe you do?

"..y? Hey, baby?" Its jungkook. His voice seems faint, like he's almost whispering. Will you forget that voice at some point? "Come on, let's get you back home." He says, before you feel him touch you. It's then that your eyes open;

And he's there.

Your eyes widen, shock written all over your face even in the dim light of the light bulb above you, before you cry yet again, pushing yourself into his chest, hands grabbing for any of his clothes you can. You don't want to let go, ever again. "I'm here, you're fine. We'll go home now, okay?" He asks, and you simply nod, giving him the okay to somewhat pick you up and carry you out.

"I really didn't think-" one of the men starts arguing, trying to explain himself, but jungkook cuts him off, voice a bit louder now, and ice cold.

"I think you should start looking for new employment." The idol simply replies, before someone opens the door for him, cold morning air hitting your senses. But you're too tired to really think much-

All you know is you're back home, jungkooks distinctive scent wrapping around you like a blanket.

You don't remember much at first when you wake up in your bed- one you share with jungkook, who's scent still lingers heavily on the fabric of the sheets, though his body is absent.

It's odd.

You know it's normal- after all, he probably had early morning training again, so it's not untypical of him to be gone when you wake up. But this time, especially now that the memories return, it makes you feel uneasy. Was he mad about the broken collar? It was probably expensive. Was he upset you got yourself into trouble? You tend to break stuff and get into situations like this a lot- maybe you should try and behave better.

You try and swallow it down, before you leave the bed for your own daily routines. Maybe that'll calm you down again.

But even when watering the small plants in the kitchen, even while trying to watch TV, even while making yourself food; your thoughts are poisoned. Everything is suddenly questioned, every sound you've grown so used to suddenly makes you nervous. You could maybe take a nap. Yeah, that was a good idea. If you slept, you couldn't break stuff or get into trouble, and time would fly past like nothing as well. You could sleep closer to the door so you'd hear him first thing- yes.

And that's how you ended up on a blanket right in front of the door.

Not even noticing how you start crying during your sleep.

Jungkook can sometimes be pretty stupid.

He knows that, and is reminded of that fact especially now that he comes home; door hitting something, before you emerge from the side, yawning and holding your shoulder. "Oh God baby I'm so sorry!" He calls out, before he gets inside and closes the door. "Why were you sleeping in front of the door hm?" He asks, carefully squatting down to check up on any injuries. You're fine though- except for the dried tears he can spot. "I'm so sorry, I should've thought more. Did you think I left?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. He clicks his tongue before picking you up, bringing you into the kitchen where he sits you on the counter next to the sink. "Lets make something to eat first.." he mumbles more to hunself, trying hard to drown his guilt. Of course you'd be scared right after what happened yesterday. What did he think would happen?

"Koo?" You ask as you notice him sniffling a second time as he looks into the fridge, door hiding him. But there's no hiding any longer, his eyes unable to look at you. "I'm fine, I overreacted-"

"No no no you absolutely didn't. I'm an asshole for leaving like that, you should be mad at me." He says, making you smile.

"I could never." You say.

"But you should." He argues back.

"But I won't." You respond, tail starting to wag and slap against the inside of the sink- and he laughs, before he walks towards you to hold you close, before be presses a kiss right between your hybrid ears ontop of your head.

"I love you." He simply says.

And your tail wags a little faster at that.

WAIT. who gave reader to LO!Yoongi?!

She wasn't 'given' to him, really. She was simply found in his kingdom, as she, and others who fled from the cargo ship they'd taken illegally to escape earth, had split up to increase the chances to stay undetected or blend in somewhat and live on the planet. Yoongis partner was on board of that ship too, so was Taehyungs, and Seokjin's.

The reason why Yoongi said 'given' is because he meant it as in, she was 'given' to him by 'fate'.

Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don’t come @ me don’t I’m not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it’s my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase ‘Never judge a book by its cover’?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I’m tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can’t even tell me you 'read it by accident’ because that’s why I’m always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

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Hi Bonny

Would you be writing more for sweet tooth in the near future? I love that fic a lottt so was just curious

Sorry I actually don't have a specific ask/request in mind 🙈 I just like anything you write about the small family because I love their dynamic so much!

I love your writing and all your stories a lot!

Lots of love 💗

Let's look at what Sweet Tooth couple has been up to!

Jungkook has become pretty much a pro at handling you, especially now that he knows more about you, and your struggles.

You're not the same category as him- while he is standing at a standard 20 percent, which puts him in category 2, you're ranked at 25 percent- which puts you right in between category 2 and three.

Hybrids are categorized by a plethora of tests- every result being transformed into points, to be later calculated into a percentage on a universal scale. The higher the number, the less independent hybrids basically are- and with you being right in between, you're facing quite a few struggles, not only legally.

And Jungkook has been doing his best to make sure he knows how to make things just a bit easier for you- and most of all, he wants to understand you better.

The best anyone can, even.

Today, you're having one of those days again- not really sure if you want to laze around or do something. You're neither this or that, unsure, unclear, and it frustrates you. But today, you're realizing you're not alone with it anymore.

You don't have to hide away anymore.

"I don't know.. if I really wanna eat that.." You mumble, rolling around on the bed while Jungkook scrolls through the online takeout menu. "I wanna have something sweet.. but also something salty."

"Well, we can get both, and you'll just eat what you feel like once it's here." He shrugs, while you roll over again, facing him, tail accidentally smacking against the screen of the laptop, making him laugh as he gently pulls it away again.

"But what if I don't wanna eat any of it?" You whine, making him shrug.

"I'll buy a few things. and whatever you won't eat, I will. That way it's not wasted." He explains, and suddenly, he can hear you purr loudly. "What's up now, huh?" He laughs, and you just grin.

"you're just soooo nice to me!" you giggle happily, moving to crawl up next to him on the bed, laying down close to his side.

"Well that's what boyfriends do." He just shrugs, and you purr even more now, clinging to his arm while he orders the food.

"Do you think Yoongi would make us barbecue again soon?" You wonder randomly. "Like, when it's summer." You mumble, leg moving to lay over his body, almost accidentally kicking off the laptop off his lap. "I like Yoongi's cooking."

"We could ask him, I'm sure he would." He responds. "And I'll tell him your compliment too." He chuckles.

"I should compliment him more.." You say, chin resting on his shoulder now. "He's really nice." You say, and Jungkook nods, moving an arm around you.

"He really is." He agrees, when you suddenly move to kiss his cheek.

"But not as nice as you are." You tease-

his tail wagging at the praise.

Can we see a LO!Taehyung possibly? And his deviant human? Id love to see how shes fighting back.

It seems like I have finally awoken the interest in the LO-Universe (I am so happy)

"I'm not a pet." You threaten, sitting next to him, light but strong chain held by his hand, connected to a leather collar around your neck.

"Hm you are correct." He agrees. "Pets are domesticated. They follow their master. They are docile." The young king says. "You are none of that."

"And I'm not going to ever be any of that." You huff to yourself, arms crossed now. "Why are we here? And why the stupid collar?" You ask, annoyed, and he just smiles at you.

"Hm, we are here because humans need sunlight, I have been told." He explains to you. "And the collar.. well, I want you to have your hands and feet free. But you do not listen to a word I speak, so without it, you'd surely run off. Again." He adds at the end, making you look away.

Yes, you've escaped before. More than once- so it's no wonder he doesn't trust anything you say when it's about staying at his side.

"I will look into.. different ways to keep you secured soon enough. For now, this will have to do." The king tells you, wind of the salty seas blowing through his hair.

"Just get it over with and execute me." You say, but he looks almost offended at that.

"No." He denies. "You have done no crime that would require me to do such a thing." he tells you, before he shakes his head. "We are not blinded by rage like your kind. We are in control of it."

"Tell that to the last guy you murdered in your throne room-" You challenge, but he's quick to shut you down, green eyes staring you down.

"He made a threat to the throne and knew the potential consequences." Taehyung explains. "He challenged me, knowing that I would defend myself, knowing that he would die if he did not succeed. That is not murder-" He defends himself, "-that is simply the way of my people."

You look away at that. You don't want to admit that he has a point.

"Why do you refuse to accept your situation as what it is?" He asks after a moment, looking out to the seemingly endless green seas in front of him. "Denying what is reality right now will simply make you stay stuck in your own misery. You will never move on." He shakes his head.

"Maybe I don't want to fucking move on." You huff, hugging your legs.

"Well.." Taehyung simply says, before he slowly gets up, and tugs surprisingly gently on that chain connected to you.

"I will be here when you are ready."

THAT WAS A COCKBLOCKING ENDING AAH mommy could you pretty please give a continuation to that drabble

To distract everyone from sad life rn. Very much nsfw.

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He's on his back on the bed, hands pulling you closer by your legs, helping you crawl over his face, knees digging into the mattress below right next to his head.

"I've got the world's best view right now.." he chuckles breathlessly, hands on your thighs, touching the warm skin. "Come down a little- yeah like that.." he eagerly instructs, before he licks up into you, while you brace yourself against the headboard of his bed. He's bought a bigger one a few months ago because you sleep over so much- and soon, it'll be because you permanently stay here with him.

But right now, that's not on your mind, as he moves his head a little to dip his tongue into your core, nose nudging against your sensitive pearl.

Sucking him off always gets you all hot and bothered as well, after all. He's got a nice looking cock, and he sounds even better when you're doing it just right- be it with your mouth, or your hands, or your tits- or your thighs, one of his personal favorites. He's always been quite vocal about how much he likes them, lives to grab them or just run his hands over them. There's no room for insecurity with him.

"Kook-!" You gasp out when he sucks at you, hands moving to spread you out for him better, tip of his tongue drawing circles around your clit before he flattens it, and runs it over. He urges you to move, but you're not sure about that. "No- what if I'll suffocate you?"

"Then I'll die a happy man's death." He laughs, drunk off of the whole energy of it all. "Come on, please! I wanna see you all fucked out, princess." He whines in complaint, and you slowly start to grind over him, earning a happy hum from him below, his piercing on his lower lip feeling a bit odd sometimes.

Slowly, you become more sensitive. More needy.

You don't even notice the way you're using him to get off, his tongue and nose and the way he occasionally sucks just too good to really help you think straight. It's when you near your orgasm that you try and slow down, always a bit hesitant because you tend to become quite loud, but Jungkook isn't having it.

His grip on your upper thighs becomes stronger, pushes you down on him where he gives it his all, licking you up quickly past the edge, making your muscles tremble.

Because he doesn't stop, but instead pushes you further- right into a new race to the finish line.

The moment he realizes you're struggling to hold yourself up, he helps you lay down instead, a hand sloppily wiping his face before he leans in to kiss you, uncaring about the filth of it all. His hand pumps him ready, makes him aim at your core before he slips right in, pace hard and fast right from the start. He's mindless, especially when your mouth falls open and eyes close, hands gripping the sheets above your head while he watches in fascination how your white foamy essence covers the base of his cock, balls slapping against you with every thrust of his hips.

He wants more.

His kisses are all tongue and shared breaths, biting your lip and having you tug on his piercings just because, as he slams himself in deep as he can go. You're seeing stars, quite literally, eyes blind as your orgasm hits you a lot faster than anticipated, causing you to be unable to do anything but whimper out, voice interrupted by his never faltering pace.

And he cums, too, spurting whatever he's got left inside you, breathing heavily as he stays in place for a second, before he moves just a bit, gently this time. You're sweating, both of you are, but he's not ready to call it quite yet, even though his own legs are wet with your most recent peak of pleasure.

You're slurring out his voice, drunk off of it all, as he rocks his hips more slowly, sloppily, dick slipping out every now and then, having to be lead back in by his hand, your core gaping whenever he's leaving it unoccupied. His own cum covers his length, helps in lubrication as the bed rocks, hinges ready protesting loudly.

He'll buy a new bed, who cares.

His body begins to protest, shuddering at his upcoming release, making him uncoordinated as he keeps pushing back in and out, whining out his own pleasure before his hand sloppily rubs over your swollen bud, bringing you a more gentle last release as well, clenching around him as he pulls you in, and falls to the bed next to you, adjusting your legs to stay inside you.

"Koo.. m' all gross.." you whine quietly, but he shuts you up with drunken kisses, hands on your body caressing your skin.

To him, this isn't gross at all. It could never be.

To him, this is love.