Break Up With Your Boyfriend: The Universe

break up with your boyfriend: the universe

⏤ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x female reader

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ genre: history student!oc, art student!jungkook, college au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, and smut

⏤ tag list: everyone tagged in break up with your boyfriend will automatically be tagged & if you want to be added, please let me know ✨

↳ break up with your boyfriend (13k) 

jungkook, the campus fuckboy, has decided to make you his next victim, but you’re far from being like any of his previous hookups. you’re not single. you’re actually in a very long-term relationship with baekhyun, the man you consider the love of your life. but it’s for sure something that won’t stop jungkook. he wants you, and he’s going to do absolutely everything to have you, even falling in love.

↳ city 

jungkook shows you how beautiful the city is at night, and let’s just say that it aroused the two of you.

love stream ♡ jeon jungkook au (1 of 2)

summary | jeon jungkook is your local playboy with a secret love for live streams of his favorite cam girl, you. what happens when you come across your biggest fan and he’s a little slower than you thought.

warnings | himbo!jk x camgirl!y/n, AGE GAP 4 years [reader 21, Jungkook 25], DOM/SUB THEMES, switch!Jungkook, switch!f reader, butt play, anal play, masturbation (f and m), mentions of a form of sex work, riding, oral (f and m), handjob, cunnilingus, raw sex, he pulls out, doggy style, sweet Jungkook, fluff, soft/rough sex, pet names, pet play, bunny!Jungkook play

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“Fuck.”

He shook his head, staring down again at the screen squinting his eyes and leaning down for a better view. His eyes traveled back to his surroundings, loud music blaring and flashing lights blinding him. He looked to the people he came with, lip pulled between his teeth as he tugged on the arm of the woman he came with, “I’ve gotta get going, something came up. Want me to text you when you can come over?”

What? The girl thought staring at the meathead in confusion, “Wait, why can’t I just go over now?”

He looked away trying to find the exit before looking back down at his phone. What the fuck was this, you weren’t supposed to be streaming today, you just went live last night. Hence why he was coming out to get his fix of one night stands after being worked up by you. He shook his head, he could either get real pussy tonight with the girl or he could edge himself watching you then invite her later tonight, “Sorry, I gotta pick up a friend from the station. I’ll text you when you can come over if you’re still up for it.”

When he got home he made a beeline straight to his bedroom, slammed his door shut, and sat on his gaming chair. He quickly typed everything in and let his foot tapped anxiously against the floor scared that you’d be off soon. His heart raced when he saw the green dot next to your user,

•cyberbunny69 is online! ‘surprise live!’

Yes! He got here just in time, he leaned back in the chair with his hand behind his head and the other relaxed on his stomach as he watched closely. Your middle finger ran between your pussy, sliding past your clit and between your folds that were starting shine with a thin layer of sheen and wetness. His eyes immediately flew to the red ink just where your hip bone is and the crease of your thigh began on your pelvis. He still couldn’t believe the tattoo.

Your fingers were long and your nails manicured as something about the way your hand looking running over your cunt had the bulge in his joggers building. His fist was near his mouth so close to pulling it into his mouth to sink his teeth in as he was lost in the sight of you sprawled out on your bed. Your head was thrown back and elbows keeping you up but your legs were completely spread and your tits were out. The black funny bunny ears stuck up and the small black ball of fuzz adorning your ass twitched with your movements.

He ran his free hand over his pants, hissing at the feel of how hard his dick was. Listen, he was proud of what he was gifted with, a big cock and amazing stamina. He knew what it could do and he also knew it usually took more than a little teasing to make his member this hard and this quick. Don’t get him wrong, he always managed to sport a half when in a good groping sesh, but this? He wasn’t even in the same room as you and his cock was ready to blow! And let’s just say he wasn’t always like this. If it weren’t for that day…

“Listen, I’m not trying to sound like a creep but I know it’s her. I swear if I see the tattoo tonight on her stream I’m gonna tell you I told you so!”

Was it really you? To him you were just a client coming in for a tattoo. Honestly he had absolutely no idea who you were other than what his coworker Sungho was currently telling him, “Look up her username and just watch, see for yourself.”

He was currently trying to convince sweet ole’ Jungkook that you were a camgirl. He says he’s seen your streams and Twitter, that he just knows it’s you. Jungkook was really tempted to believe him too, it’s not like he watched that shit anyway, he actually gets laid. Still, he found himself struggling to form sentences when you’re in front of him laying down on the chair. It was all starting to make sense though, the tattoo, the placement, the persona.

Fuck, he still couldn’t believe he put a tattoo on your body. The same body currently on his screen sporting the infamous red tattoo he put on you before he even knew who you were. Damn, he can’t believe he used to make fun of Sungho for not getting laid because he was watching this stuff. Now he understood the pull.

What he did not expect tonight was for the masculine hand that cupped your face away from the camera, he pushed his thumb past your lips and you whined around his hand. Jungkook went to the comments immediately, everyone seemed to know who it was but he’d only been watching your streams for a couple weeks now and he’d never seen the person before. The man was built, muscular yet lean and tiny, he had a clear ‘nevermind’ tattoo on his side and it almost distracted him from the way you two made out.

And he never pegged himself as the type, but he just gotoff by watching a girl get fucked by another girl live. What he really should’ve done was answered the text from the girl he’d gone to the club with.

mi-rae: do u still want me to come over?

Instead, he went stalking on your Twitter again, looking through all your lewd photos and creating his own version of you in his head. Now can you imagine his horror when he liked a tweet, completely unaware that he wasn’t on his secret account and instead on the one with the user, ‘Jungkook.97’ he quickly unliked it and through his phone onto his bed.

It’s fine, you probably wouldn’t even see it and even if you did you couldn’t know who he was. He highly doubted you remembered his name since he tatted you weeks ago. Trying to convince himself it was no big deal he got ready for bed, going under his covers and trying to sleep it off. And when he woke up the next morning to an Instagram DM from a certain account that had reached out to him weeks ago for a tattoo, he knew he was in for it.

@y/nl/n: this u? [attachment added]

Fuuckkk. He was caught lacking, caught in 4K. This has never happened before. He doesn’t do the sliding, he gets his DMs slid into. The very rare few times he’s shot his shot are when he’s horny and nobody is trying to jump his bones yet, usually it’s pretty easy for him to get laid even when he doesn’t make a move. He tried to ignore it all morning as he got ready to go to work but he couldn’t. He would find himself looking at his phone mid session and lose focus, he had to respond.

@jungkook.97: uhhhhhhhhhhhh

@jungkook.97: I was hoping u wouldn’t see that

@y/nl/n: I’m always on my phone :P

It wasn’t until after lunch that you responded and he was rushing to see what you said. He swiped away his other notifications and quickly typed a response. He froze seeing your name appearing next to the word ‘typing…’

@y/nl/n: u free later for drinks?

Huh? You wanted to go out for drinks? You caught your tattoo artist liking a photo of you naked with a clear hickey on your thigh near the tattoo and wearing white lace lingerie on Twitter. You weren’t at all freaked out or at the very least blocking him on all platforms? He put a tattoo on your body! The same body he’s paying a crazy monthly subscription to see just because he knew what your pretty face looked like in person?

Maybe this was a setup, maybe you were going to publicly shame him for being a perv and his life wouldn’t be ruined. But he just couldn’t miss up on the chance to see you in person, see what you were going to say, and if you could look past all that and sit on his face hehe. That was just being hopeful though. Nevertheless, he spent the rest of the day checking the clock and rushing home to look less like he’d just worked all day and went to the address you provided him. It was a small bar, not too big but enough privacy that you two sat in a booth across from each other under dim light and Soju bottles between you. He was nervously chewing up whenever little snack they put in front of him for the drinks and avoided looking at you.

When he did look at you it became extremely harder to meet your eyes. He was too nervous to keep his act up and found himself blurting everything, “Look I seriously didn’t know who you were or what you like to do on your free time when I tattooed you! I didn’t know till after so then when I saw the tattoo obviously I was mind blown and I’m sorry but I promise I’m not a creep!”

“Right so about that,” you laughed nervously brushing your hair out of your face, “I had a feeling that might’ve happened if I got a tattoo locally but I brushed it off as me being super self centered and assuming everyone could recognize a little common tattoo. I did not expect my hot tattoo artist to spot it though, maybe a hook up but definitely not you.”

His eyes widened leaning forward hand pointing at himself in shock, “You think I’m hot? Cause I think you’re hot and I actually thought that when I did a session with you but that would’ve been unprofessional.”

You smiled, had he really just acknowledged the part where you said he was your hot tattoo artist? He was hot, you thought so when he was tattooing you too. You know how hard it was to have a hot man so close to your cunt in a non sexual way? You went home later for your stream and you had already been all worked up. Then you thought about sliding into his DMs but you don’t chase, you attract so you refrained yourself from doing so. And technically you did because if he hadn’t liked your post first you would’ve never slid into his DMs and asked him out. You don’t do the chasing. “Is it weird thinking of the tattoo now?” You asked him wondering if it was indeed weird since he’s the one who did it but he immediately shook his head.

“It’s the hottest thing ever knowing I did it and all the compliments it gets and then I have actually seen your face in person and everyone in the comments just wished the—“ he stopped himself. You stared at him with hooded eyes and long lashes that had him reaching for the Soju and taking a drink, “ Do I sound like a creep?”

“Only just a little but I kinda like it,” you sighed checking the time on your phone, “Okay well apparently I’ve gotta go for a call so why don’t we just end it here?” He watched you take money out of your bag while he fumbled for his own wallet.

You gave him a smile and kiss on the cheek in goodbye, “Text me if you wanna try this again.”

He went home and stalked your Instagram this time and imagine his surprise when he passed by your birthday post from a couple months ago holding ‘21’ balloons and smiling. You were young, younger than the girls he usually went for but you seemed mature and put together. There was about a four year age difference between you get you made him nervous instead of the other way around, what even was that? Going further down the rabbit hole of your posts be found himself stalking the guy from last night too. It was hard to miss the ‘nevermind’ tattoo in a beach picture with you and he went to his profile instead. He assumed you two were friends just cause you were in most of his posts. We’re all your friends in the cam business? No, some he found on OnlyFans.

You honestly weren’t any better. When you left for a call it wasn’t a complete lie, you really were on a call, “Are you thinking about me daddy?” You were currently on a call with a subscriber. He couldn’t see you so you just laid on your couch stalking your tattoo artist’s personal page and following him. The man on the phone was groaning into your ear but you were too distracted gawking at the guy on your screen.

“Are you touching yourself baby?” The man asked and you moaned out a yes. You weren’t. You were trying to figure out if Jungkook was a taken man, would he be watching your streams if he was? Probably, men are sluts. Especially men built like Jungkook oh so deliciously muscular and tatted with a cute face. From his Instagram account you could tell he had a lot of female friends mostly taking up all of the comment section and hyping him up like he was a God. He looked like a fuckboy but the best kind, and that playboy was currently DMing you after following you back.

@jungkook.97: u gonna slide that phone #?

@y/nl/n: if u say please

@jungkook.97: pretty please with a cherry on top?

That’s how he got your number, literally made to beg for it but he didn’t mind. He tried to play it cool for a couple days, he didn’t reach out to you just yet but the second time he watched your stream he pictured you thinking about him while you fucked your fingers into your cunt. Or maybe he pictured his fingers fucking you, struggling to pull out with how you clenched around them and covered them in slick. Mmm, he bets you tasted sweet too. You always brought your fingers to your mouth afterwards for a taste.

And he also caved on Wednesday, he had gone too long workout actual pussy, almost a week and a half! So he had to call Mirae after one of your streams and let’s just say the neighbors complained. He fucked Mirae like his life depended on it and though he tried to be in the moment it was hard to ignore the images of you that flashed his mind. Mirae was too whiny, he used to like that about her though. He liked that he could always tell what would work with her or any of the other girls he fucked but for some reason he kept imagining what you’d like. When you fucked your friend—Jimin, he learned—you were quiet almost. You let out little whimpers and let him do whatever. He was rough with you and that’s usually how Jungkook was but who knows. He wouldn’t mind fucking you gently to hear all the little noises you’d let out.

jeon jungkook: what do u say we try and go out for drinks again downtown tomorrow night?

Did this count as asking you out? Would you see it that way or would you think he just wanted to fuck. And to clarify he did want to fuck but it didn’t have to be now, it could be whenever, he’ll wait like a good boy.

you: is this a date or just to fuck?

you: I don’t like being surprised

jeon jungkook: whatever u want it to be

you: pick me up at 10

Oh okay. Yeah, cool he can do that. He will do that. No, he did do that. 10:00pm on the dot. It was a Saturday night and downtown was booming with club goers. He’d actually turned down an invite from some girl tonight to go see you. You came out in a black mesh top, a black leather skirt, and heels. You waited for him and he looked down at you confused before it dawned on him. He hopped out of the car, ran over to your side and held the door open for you.

“What a gent,” you touched his cheek and for some reason it had him flustered as he rounded back to the driver’s side, “I like that you’re on time, I don’t like waiting.”

He thought back to the time he was forty minutes late for a ramen appointment with some chick was and he had to lie and say his dog had to go to the vet. In reality he’d gotten too busy playing Overwatch and lost track of time. Today all he could think about was tonight so obviously he was gonna get here on time, and honestly even a few minutes early but he doesn’t need you knowing how desperate he was. “I wouldn’t make you wait,” Jungkook muttered putting his seatbelt on, “Not you anyway.”

Downtown was packed so he had to park the car in a garage. He kept you close while you exited, couldn’t have you being snatched away from him and considering all the looks you were currently getting it was possible. His hand was on your back, finger inside the belt loop of your skirt making sure you stayed by him. You let him take the lead for now walking you up to the line and passing into the club with ease as he pulled you even closer, “What do you want to drink? I’ll go get it while you get the table.”

“Surprise me,” you told him with a teasing smile and he nodded running off. Surprise you? How was he supposed to surprise you when he couldn’t even tell what you’d like? Did he know what you pussy looked like? Yes. But your drink type? Hell no. Fuck it, he’s getting you bottle service.

“Jungkook!” He turned, a big smile on his friend’s face as he came to him, “How come you didn’t tell us you were coming out? Who’d you come with?”

He let Hoseok pull him into an embrace as he walked back to your table, “Well, I’m here with a girl.”

“Cool! Where at? We’ll join you.” “We?”

“Yeah me, Yoongi, Soo-Ah, Yeaun, and Jia.”

Yikes. He shook his head at the mention of Yeaun. Let’s just say they have history. And by history he means she got mad that he didn’t want to date her after they fucked. “Let me talk to her first, k?” Jungkook tried to find a way to leave and he was off, just in time for the bottle service to start for you. Your brows raised at him, surprised he’d do this and it brought a big smile to his face, “Surprise enough?”

With you standing it made it easier for his hand to find its new home on your waist. You let him pull you in front of him and clapped whenever the girls did tricks with the bottles. You almost didn’t see the group of people coming to your V.I.P table. Jungkook cursed under his breath as Hobi approached, “Damn you got a table too!”

Your brows furrowed looking at them all and then to Jungkook who had an embarrassed expression as he pushed his face into your hair whispering in your ear, “I’m sorry, they’re my friends but I’ll kick them out.”

“It’s okay,” you said as they all began to file in taking up the seats. Jungkook huffed in annoyed as you and him were pushed to the edge but you didn’t seem to mind and found purchase on his lap much too his excitement and surprise.

“Who are you?” One of the girls asked you out of the blue. You looked over to her, she carried a tight expression and pursed lips. Jungkook opened his mouth to speak but you just smiled, “I can ask you the same, I’m Y/n.”

You could see her nostrils flare and you were too confused to notice why. Jungkook’s hands were on your lap securing you to his as the girl spoke up, “We’re friends with Jungkook.”

“Yeaun be nice, Jungkook’s here on a date,” Hoseok cut in and Jungkook swears he could slap his older friend on the side of his head. If he knew why did they still insist on crashing? You leaned back into Jungkook to further your point and he was living for it. You fit on his lap perfectly and your perfume was making him dizzy with lust. His face was in your neck not caring that the others were around as he pushed a soft kiss along the dip of your collarbone.

“Jungkook doesn’t date,” Soo-Ah piped in laughing, oh, they were going to try and make you the butt of their jokes tonight. Jungkook looked up glaring at her as the girls tried awfully to hide their giggles.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Look, if you’re goin—“ “Good thing we were about to leave to go fuck at his place.” He looked over to you when you cut him off. Everyone had their eyes on you as you stood up grabbing your things and Jungkook followed after you like a puppy promised a treat. He didn’t even give the guys a response when they called for him he just left with you. And he was going to charge his friends for the table since they managed to crash his plans.

You waited for him outside and he was quick to join you and usher you back to his car spitting out all sorts of apologies, “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t invite them. They probably thought I was joking an—“ he opened your door for you as you went in not saying anything. He sighed, great he done fucked up his chances.

“Let’s go to mine for drinks, can’t promise we’ll do anything more,” you had told him and trust he was content enough with that. You didn’t look at him once as you led him upstairs and he didn’t exactly mind when he got a good look at your legs and as—

“Make yourself comfy,” you ordered him as you swept your hair up and picked up the hair clip that had been on your entrance table. He looked around the apartment as he did just what you told him. It was definitely your style and he’s not sure why but he expected some hints of your camgirl stuff everywhere too. He could see a door open and from there he could see your infamous bed. He sat on your cream colored couch and watched you come back with Soju and water. You sat next to him not caring about your skirt riding up.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier I swear I didn’t invite them,” he huffed out still annoyed from earlier but you just smiled and served you both the alcohol. You shrugged your shoulders, “It’s fine. I wouldn’t have invited you here if I thought it was your fault. I really just wanna know what questions you have for me, I’m sure you’ve got some.”

He nodded clearing his throat, “Do you like bunnies?” Huh? Your brows furrowed, that definitely wasn’t the first thing you thought he’d ask. Nodding your head yes he smiled wide, “Not to toot my own horn or anything but I’ve always been told I look like a bunny.”

“I can agree with that,” you picked up your cup as you complimented him and he nodded clearly content, “I used to hate it but now it’s whatever.”

“I like bunnies, they’re cute and fluffy,” you told him leaning into him and he did the same trying to close the space between you, “I think you’re cute too Kook, can I call you that?”

“Uh huh,” he breathed out as he looked down at your lips, “Um, er, does it make you uncomfortable that I’ve seen your streams?”

Your head tilted to one side dropping all your hair down your shoulder, “I don’t think I’d do it if I got uncomfortably with people seeing it.”

“Why do you do it?” He asked abruptly hand falling down to your thigh just trying to get closer, “I mean, why’d you decide on trying it out?”

You shrugged lifting your hand to the back of the couch where you could feel the end of his hairs and moved to run your fingers through the ends much to his liking, “It’s an easy job for a college student. I decide how much I’m online, who I work with, what I do.”

“You’re in college?” When you nodded he did the same, “Is that a problem?”

“No. No! I’m just a few years older than you so I wanted to double check, is that a problem?” “Why would that be a problem, bunny?” You asked combing his hair with a smile when he leaned into you, “Do you wanna kiss me? Cause I wanna kiss you.”

“I wanna kiss you so fucking bad right now, can I?” His big, sparkly, doe eyes were boring into yours begging for permission that you easily granted him with a nod of your head. His eyes fluttered shut as your lips met his, soft and plump just like he’d imagined. The hand in his hair was driving him insane and when you called him bunny? He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, too cute, too hot. He was eager in closing the space between you and his large hands found your waist and pulled you into him. Your tongue poked out first licking along his lower lip until he gave you the access you needed and your tongue slid against his own both pressing into each other and gliding along the sides.

He couldn’t help but groan into the kiss already feeling his excitement from having you so close. It’s crazy how everything is unfolding but he’s definitely not complaining. His face scrunched in need followed by a grunt at the way you sucked on his bottom lip as you pulled back. He followed after you wanting to bring you back into him but you just laughed pushing a finger against his wanton lips, “I think we should call it a night.”

Huh? “Huh?” He asked, clear pout evident on his face as he sat back looking down at you and what you wore. You had the prettiest expression on your face and he just wanted to gobble you up. You shrugged standing up to fix your skirt, “This was a date, right? I don’t fuck on first dates.”

He stood up nodding his head but he was so obviously down because of it. You stood next to the open door, and he whined, “But—“

“Sorry Kook. I just don’t like competition especially for a man and those girls tonight seemed pretty salty you went with me. So unless this wasn’t a date and you just wanted to have sex. We can do that but I can’t promise I’ll see you again if we do,” you were making it ultimately impossible for him to get what he wanted. You were okay with hooking up but if you did you wouldn’t want to see him again? What the fuck was that? That’s not how this is supposed to go. You’re the one who’s supposed to beg him to be with him not the other way around! His pout didn’t disappear when he put his shoes on or stood in front of you not ready to leave yet, “Just one little kiss goodnight then.”

You stood on your tiptoed and brought him down to you and he eagerly took whatever you gave him before he was led out the door and alone in the hall. He wasn’t even to his car yet when his phone was blowing up and hoping you had a change of heart he rushed to go through it.

hobi: srry for ruining ur date :/ we all told Yeaun no but she insisted. send the bill for the table and we’ll pay since u left

hobi: did u get laid at least? that chick was fiiiiiine as hell

yeaun: called it an early night. wanna come over?

mirae: I miss u come see me :(

you: since u looked so upset when u left <3 I added a little something for u bun [attachment added]

He answered Hoseok and swiped out the other messages when he got to his car. As he waited for his engine to warm he opened your message and groaned throwing a mini tantrum in his car and looking up at your birthday wishful and deeply regretting leaving. It was a picture of you in your silk pj shorts with your butt showing underneath and your arm was the only thing hiding your boobs from his view in the mirror photo. And not to sound gross or anything but he liked that he got to hang with you without fucking; God knows it’s been a long time since he hung out alone with a girl and it didn’t end in sex.

He did hate that you left him with blue balls but he still drove straight home instead of with the two girls inviting him over. He kept thinking about what you called him, bunny, mmm he did not expect to like that but he really did. Bunnies are cute and he doesn’t think he’s cute, he’s a man so he’s hot, but he did enjoy the attention you were paying him so he didn’t mind it. It even made his dick jump a little when he looked at the photo and your text where you called him bun.

“You probably left him with blue balls, asshole! I would hate to be in his position,” your friend, Jimin, said over FaceTime, “You think you’re gonna fuck a hot chick only for her to turn you down? Why’d you let him take you out then?”

“Because if he just wanted to fuck cause he’s seen my vagina on camera I didn’t want to waste my time. Now I know he’s willing to wait so that must mean he’s interested?” You shrugged laying back on your bed. Jimin nodded, “Or determined. Ooo, I wonder what will happen when he realizes how hard it is to date someone in the same profession as us.”

True. It’s the main reason you don’t really date. Jimin isn’t like you though, he’ll get a girlfriend and when they find out you’re one of the girls he’s fucked on camera they break up with him. And you promise you’re not into Jimin like that, he’s just the one who took you in and showed you how to do everything. You’ve only had sex a couple of times and only when requested by your subscribers to do a collab, and not gonna lie it’s awkward as hell.

And Jungkook was starting to realize how hard it was and he wasn’t even officially dating you yet. For one, he’s gotta watch your streams where you touch yourself and mention the word ‘bunny’ when you whine probably [hopefully] talking about him and knowing that he can’t do anything about it. Or reading all the comments he used to ignored of people talking about you in the most lewd ways and acting like he’s not even the smallest amount of jealous when you pay a little too much attention to someone else as if he hasn’t gone out for drinks with you twice already.

On top of that he’s trying to ignore every other girl who hits him up. He’s trying to stay clean and save himself until you’re ready. He doesn’t want you turning him down because he can’t keep his dick in his pants. It’s been hard but he’s doing his best, and his best is using your streams and his fist to get him off. He texting you every day, at all times asking what you were up to and honestly it was kinda cute. It was like having a needy little puppy who feeds off your attention and took whatever you gave him and essentially he was. He’d call you at night when you weren’t busy and you’d find yourself talking well past midnight where you both couldn’t stay up any longer. Even then he’d go to sleep with you asleep on his laptop.

Also, you’re starting to grow nervous yourself. At first it wasn’t too difficult since he was hot and clearly into you but now that you’ve gotten to know him you’re afraid you like him. It’d be fine if you didn’t meet the way you did because that meant there was something you needed to talk about before deciding how far you’d take this little fling. So, you invited him over today even though you’d be live late. He was happy enough just hanging out in your bedroom while you finished up homework. “Can I get another kiss?” He asked standing over you as you did your work. He sat on the bed behind you and rested his cheek on your shoulder looking up at you.

You turned your head enough for him to lean in and your lips connected again. He smiled into the kiss as he pulled back only enough to end it but his lips still brushed over yours. With a sigh you turned away making a pout form on his face. He slumped back lip pulled between his teeth nervously at your change in attitude. Were you tired of him? He’s been in a couple relationships before his longest being a year but they were under different circumstances. Usually he was the lead but with you he found himself doing whatever you asked so he really couldn’t tell how into him you were, if you were into him at all for that matter.

“Kook,” you took a deep breath pushing your laptop away and turning toward him, “Let’s talk.” Oh no. “Okay,” he sighed.

“What are we?” You asked directly and it took him off guard. What do you mean? He blinked trying to think, “Whatever you want us to be.”

“That’s not what I’m asking,” you shook your head, “I’m asking you what are we? I want your answer, your own. Tell me what you’re thinking.” How do you not know?

He bit his lip, “Well, I wanna have sex with you and go out with you but if that’s not something you’re into then… that’s okay.”

“Is it?” You asked raising your brows and he shook his head with a groan, “No! If you don’t wanna date me I’ll probably fucking cry because I’m that crazy about you.”

“Yeah but, do you think you can handle it?” You asked, “I’m not going to quit just because I’m going out with you.”

“You’re gonna go out with me?” He immediately perked up and you rolled your eyes reaching for his hand, “Keep up bunny. I’m saying I wouldn’t quit streaming just because I’m in a relationship.”

“T-that’s fine, I can’t expect you to,” he gnawed on his bottom lip. He already knew that would be the case but still he found himself overthinking it.

“Men are gonna comment some nasty stuff, you sure you can handle that?” Not really. He’s been trying to but you weren’t even dating yet and he was already jealous over it. He nodded, “As long as I’m the only man who gets to see it all in person, I’m talking about Jimin too. I’d feel weird knowing my girlfriend is sleeping with someone else when I’m right here.”

You rolled your eyes but ignored the fact he knew Jimin. You forgot you’d brought him live once and Jungkook must’ve done his research. He bit his bottom lip, “And I wanna be here whenever you go live.”

You chuckled nodding your head, “Really? It gets pretty… intense.”

“I know, but I think it’d help me not feel jealous reading those comments knowing I’m right here with you.” “Well I go live tonight.” “I know.”

“Then I want a kiss from my hot boyfriend—“ and he was on top of you not caring for your laptop or textbooks and tackling you down in a needy kiss as you laughed, “Wait, wait!”

And this is the first time in Jungkook’s history that he’d be dating a girl he didn’t fuck first. It almost meant you couldn’t fuck right away since you were going live soon and it only built up even more anticipation inside him. He was excited though since you said he’d help you get ready for tonight’s stream and so far everything looked amazing.

“What do you think? Pink or white?” He looked down at the things you set out in front of him. The bunny ears and butt plugs before him like it was no big deal even if it made his dick jump in excitement. He’s never seen in the pink ones so he spoke out quicker than he meant to, “Pink.” You agreed and began looking for an outfit. When you had everything you sat on your bed and quickly got changed right in front of him. Maybe this was going to be harder than he thought cause now you were naked and he couldn’t even do anything about it. You pushed your hair behind your ears, “Now Kookie, I’m not trying to weird you out but I am gonna do something not all that appealing.”

He stared down at the three inch pinky fuzzy plug in your hand and he swears his mouth began to water. You were gonna what now?

Okay. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought, seriously. Right now you’ve instructed to sit back on your desk chair out of the camera’s view. He was already growing in his pants, it was hard not to when the girl he just called his girlfriend and the girl he watched every week get herself off were one in the same and directly in front of him. You were in a blush pink mesh bralette with little hearts covering your nipples. Your underwear was the same blush pink material and a heart was just over your pushy. He couldn’t see the tattoo yet considering you were dressed but when you got up to show your outfit it took everything in him not to groan out loud. Your underwear had a heart shape cut out where your ass started and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen since all you could see was the ball of fuzz peaking out. He couldn’t wait to take you shopping and buy you things he’d kill to see you in—but only for his eyes.

“Who’s shoes are those in the back?” You read out loud quickly turning and finding Jungkook’s big slippers by your door. You smiled as you teased the camera pulling on your bra strap letting it slip off your shoulders. He’d almost forgotten he was actually here with you right now and not watching you on his laptop. You were beautiful and presented for him in person while the others had to see you through a screen. He was living his inner fanboy moment when he finally listened to what you were saying, “Those? They’re my boyfriend’s.”

He looked over to you as unclamped your bra and took it off teasingly. You flashed him a smile and he had to bite on his fist to keep from groaning. You read through the comments, “Is he here? Yeah, he’s just watching. Will he be on live? No not today, we haven’t talked that far.”

Fuck. Were people asking him to go live with you? Did they want to see him fuck you and were you up for it? He never realized how much he’d like that till now. He visibly gulped as you took your perfect boobs in your hands, groping at then and pushing them up against each other looking over to him every now and then. He couldn’t help but bring his hand down over his growing bulge, biting hard down on his lip when you let drool pool around your mouth and he watched as it trailed down to your tits where you began to rub it in covering them in a sheen. He was in heaven, seriously and he couldn’t help but pull the zipper of his jeans down. You watched as your boyfriend began to palm at his growing erection in your presence and it brought a smile to your face. You played with the ends of your underwear wiggling your hips more than necessary to get them off but you knew your subscribers would like that.

It didn’t take long for his cock to be in his hands. He pulled his shirt up to expose his abs and to say you were surprised would be an understatement. You’d felt his chest before through his shirt when you were making out but to actually see how far the tattoos went and how muscular he actually was? Now that was just the cherry on top. Your underwear were wet with slick when you pulled them off kicking them to Jungkook who eagerly took them. He knew you were doing this for your live but it felt like it was all for him. He held your soiled underwear to his face, eyes threatening to roll as he stuck his tongue out to lick at the patch. He could almost taste you on his tongue and it had his thighs shaking.

Your hand was between your folds now teasing up your entrance and around your clit. Your other hand was cupping one of your boobs and squeezing just how he imagined doing so himself. He could see your toes curl every time your middle finger pushed into your entrance only never making it inside. If anyone would ever tell him he’d be sitting back watching the girl of his dreams touch herself in front of him and he couldn’t do anything about it he’d probably laugh in their face. Now he’d probably be asking for a rope to really make sure he can’t touch you yet.

“How many fingers today?” You asked the camera and he found himself biting on his lip to keep him from telling you he’ll fuck you himself. You tried to acknowledge as many responses as you could and made an attempt to comply with them. Your first finger to go inside your tight cunt was your middle finger and you made sure to rub your clit on every flick of your wrist. He held your underwear tighter against his face inhaling your scent as he got himself off to the rhythm of your hand. When your ring finger joined your middle you let out a gasp and your head fell back. He imagined himself between your legs right now doing all the things that you’d like but unfortunately he was still using his hand despite being here with you.

It didn’t take you long to get close to the edge, you’ve been doing this long enough to know what worked and didn’t work for your viewers and how you could reach your orgasm quicker. Jungkook fisted his cock messily to the sound of your moans, hips lifting off your chair here and there when he tweaked his own nipple not caring if you’d catch him doing that. Maybe he wanted you to see anyway. He let go at the same time you did but unlike you he kept it to himself while you made a show of it. When he caught his breath he stuffed his cock back into its restraints despite being half hard still and tried to focus on you. His shirt was still up on his chest and he fingered the cum that painted his abs as you tried to pay attention to your live instead of him. He knew you liked it so he rubbed it into his stomach despite how gross he might’ve thought it was weeks ago.

“Alright well once again thank you to all my wonderful angels and I hope to see you all again the next stream,” you were saying your goodbyes and Jungkook was standing up not caring that his jeans fell and actually kicking them off even more when you looked up at him warily, “Don’t forget to boost this live and you can go ahead and watch it again on my channel with the membership! Uh, I think I’ll end it he—“

Jungkook closed the laptop and you reached for the camera making sure it was off. You slipped your eye mask off as you looked to him. He looked like a predator ready to catch his prey when he hovered over you on the bed grabbing your chin and bringing you to a forceful kiss. You moaned into the kiss still a little sensitive as he kissed down your body hungrily. “You have no idea how hard just watching was for me,” he muttered against your neck as his hands roamed your sides around your thighs and he was moving down, kisses between your breasts and stomach.

“You should be used to it,” you teased running your hands through his hair as he groped your sides, “Want bunny ears?”

His head shot up, “First, yes I am used to it but you’re my girlfriend now so I could actually touch,” he looked at your pink bunny ears in thought, “Second, yes I want bunny ears.”

You giggled shooing him back as you went to get the black bunny ears that would blend in his hair. He was kneeling on the bed yanking his t-shirt off when you came back in, little fuzzy tail wiggling with each step. You jumped onto the bed legs wrapping around his as you tried to put the ears on his head while he tried to keep you up and not grind up into your bare pussy. You looked up at him, “Give me a kiss.”

He complied laying you back down, sliding between your legs kissing you softly, he moved down your body again and you whined, “A kiss, bunny. I want a kiss.”

“And I’m gonna give you one but down here,” he kissed your rib cage down to your hip. He looked down your hip, a groan escaping his lips as he caught sight of the red ink. The same red ink he put on your body himself only wishing he could’ve been able to follow. The words ‘bite me’ just over the crease where your hip and thigh met and with your legs up he was able to kiss along your skin until his mouth drew open and nibbled your thigh making you giggle, “Sorry I had to.”

His bunny ears moved a little when he dipped down to your pelvis kissing on your smooth skin not yet to your clit yet. Your hips wiggled and he smiled dipping down to the hood of your clit nudging it with his chin as he got comfortable between your legs, erection flat against the bed. He ran his chin down to press his nose against your exposed cunt and you had a newfound appreciation for bunny noses like his. You bucked your hips into his face but he didn’t stop his teasing. You felt the tips of his fingers begin to push against your folds and pulling them back to give him even more room to work with. You tugged on his hair a little too hard but he found himself biting back a grunt as he looked up at you with fucked out eyes, “Hurry up bunny.”

With your lips spread apart he was able to gently flatten his tongue along your wet, cum covered, cunt and lick a strip up to your clit. He moaned against your cunt letting his tongue lap up your old release in ecstasy. You were bunching the covered in your hands and his eyes caught the action letting his tongue dip into your fine and nose brush against your clit. His eyes rolled as he tugged on your wrists and secured it into his hair and forcing you to pull. When you got the hint and tugged he took a deep breath and flicked his tongue quicker. Your legs were up m, knees bent and shaking and it urged him to apply pressure onto your wet oust and shake his hand with your wiggling hips.

He held your thighs on his shoulders as you took control bucking your hips and fucking his tongue. He reached over them to hold your pussy lips back sucking harshly on whatever release appeared in front of him. It sounded nasty, the sucking sound of his lips on your cunt and anytime he went too down he nudged on your plug making you moan, “Yes! Right there bunny, more, please!”

He went faster, nose rutting against your clit while his tongue licked along your inner walls trying to bring you closer to release but he was so close to cumming again on his own that he’s not sure how much longer he could eat you out without letting go himself. He pulled his mouth away with a gasp for air and you bit your lip at the sight of drool or wetness connecting his mouth to your core still. He spit down on your pussy making you twitch and he was crawling up your body again.

He was tugging off his briefs licking your neck, “I need to fuck you, right now.” He was messy, placing kisses all over your body and face as he struggled to yank them off. You covered his face with your hand pushing him back gently, “Slow your roll Kook. Come here.”

He whined, cock still bumping into your pussy and trying to get some friction by grinding against you instead, “Please, I am so worked up Angel.”

“But I want your dick in my mouth,” you looked up at him with innocent wide eyes catching him off guard and making him sit up almost immediately. You sat up watching him nod eagerly as you pushed him back just enough for him to need to put his hands down to keep him up. His feet were still under his butt and he sat back on his haunches but he spread them apart letting his cock spring free and right to you.

You were teasing, raking your long nails along the ridges of his abs and down his visible V-line making his stomach tense with anticipation and excitement. His hips tried to push his cock closer to you but you pushed them back down, “Nuh uh, you gotta stay still bun.”

He groaned rolling his eyes and whined, “Why!” You spit on his cock making him wince as you brushed your nose against the length of his stuff dick. You let your tongue licked a strip up the side and down between his balls making him bite onto his lip when you ignored him. When he looked down at the way you arched your back and wiggled your ass making the tail move he was bucking his hips again groaning when you flicked his inner thigh in warning. He apologized and looked back to you, your tongue stiffened as it traveled back up and prodded the slit on his cock. He could see his pre-cum release on your tongue while your hands took hold of his member and using the spit as lube you worked him up and down.

“Baby, please I love this,” he whined when your tongue flicked his slit faster going further around his tip and letting it soak in drool and pre-cum, “B-but I need to be inside you, ahh fuck—“

You took him into your mouth without warning and he hit the back of your throat. You visibly gagged and let your jaw open wider as you let him fuck your throat, hips stuttered as he continued to apologize, “I’m s-sorry, I’m gonna cum please…”

He was towering over you keeping your face pushed as his knees dug into the mattress for support as he tried to fuck your throat. His eyes locked on your tail wishing he could tug on it but he knew he couldn’t, instead he ran his hands over your back trying to keep you there but it was short lived, “Fuck, fuck, fuc—hey!”

You giggled as he whined but his hips still twitched. Your hands were gripping his base, squeezing too much fin to release but he couldn’t when you sat up, “Don’t you wanna cum in my pussy?”

Shit. He let you push him back, legs coming out in front of him and snuggling into the pillows, “Are you sure I can?” He was looking at you with lips parted and a soft expression hands guiding you to sit on his lap. You nodded as you reached into your nightstand taking the bottle of warm lube out of it. He watched licking his lips as you squirted some onto his cock rubbing it in making him wince, “Please, do so—“

He’s cut off by you sinking down onto his cock abruptly, both your moans combining up in the air. With all the lube you applied and the stretch you gave yourself earlier on your own live had done enough to make the glide into your pussy easier.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he whimpers when you just tighten around his dick, sliding up and down on his cock. “Baby, fuck!” How were you so tight? The second he felt the ring of your hymen he was holding his breath with how warm and tight you were. He could feel every bump and texture and it felt like your inside were quite literally sucking him in.

For a second you had almost forgotten about Jungkook, too lost in your own pleasure over how well he filled you up. When you looked down at him you were surprised to find his brows knitted together almost looking in pain making you come to a complete stop unaware of your unintentional cock warning making him growl. “What’s wrong?” You asks, voice laced with worry.

“Nothing,” he pants, relief relaxing your body. “I just- shit, I wanna last longer for you, and I’m not gonna be able to if you keep doing that-”

This time it was your turn to feel confused and you held yourself up to keep himself from fucking into you, “Doing what, bunny?” He whined trying to get you to take him in again. You did as he wanted warily and he was knitting his brows together again, “Squeezing so tight, feels like my dick’s gonna be stuck.”

He’s so good with his words despite looking slow, his words drove straight to your cube and he smiled when he felt it twitch onto him riding your hips. You leaned down letting his hands grip your ass as he guided you. You reach up to kiss him, gentle and sweet. “My perfect, good bunny.” You praises him. He wanted to turn you over and fuck you with those words rough and needy since he was so close but your words drove him insane. Why did he absolutely love you riding him like your life depended on it?

“Fuck, I can’t Y/n,” he pushed you off shaking his head as you felt onto the bed with a squeak. He made your hips go up and pushed your face into the mattress, “I have been dreaming about fucking you for weeks now and I can’t wait anymore,” He responds before rudely thrusting his cock into making you yelped.

“Ahh,” your face was in the bedding as he slapped your add letting out a growl again pounding into your sopping cunt. He was so close, he’d been thinking about this for weeks literally watching you fuck your own pussy wishing it was him so what was he supposed to do?

Your moans are doubled when he starts rutting into you leaning down aso he could cup your breasts twisting your nipples between his fingers and playing with your tits.

“Oh my god- Jungkook!” He yanked on your hair making the bunny ears limp to one side as his band fell over his eyes. You were pulled into his chest as fucked you from behind feeling your tail rub against his pelvis,“Come for me, please, Y/n, please,” he begs sweetly before kissing your neck using all his efforts to make you cum, his own dick about to burst.

His arm wrapped around your throat and you gripped his forearm, nails digging in creating a burning sensation that had him hissing along with the pleasure shooting through him from the way your pussy clenched. He lifted his bunny ears fixing them as he sniffed your neck and pulling you back onto his lap as he sat back. “Fuck!” You yelled out his name, hips stuttering as your release painted his cock with cum, his lap being too sticky with spit, cum, and lube. He let you fall forward panting tiredly and he eased himself out of you still hard and angry.

He lied down next to you on his back while you were still with your ass up crashed down on the bed. He kissed your shoulder, his bunny ears hitting your face and you smiled. You let your hand go to his cock again still sticky and wet from all the liquids you’ve protruded and used it to begin to pump his cock. He was whining again, face in your neck, “Plea… please.”

“Please what, bunny?” You asked leaning down to kiss his hair as your wrist found rhythm and your fist tightened and loosened at the right times, “You fucked me so good but you still haven’t cum.”

He nodded agreeing with you all pouty faced again and it warmed your heart. You never got to be this soft with guys. If they watched your lives they commented degrading things pushing you to submission but you didn’t mind it. You just always wanted to be the one taking the lead. You liked that even though he was big and intimidating he was really just a big soft boy wanting to be told he’s doing his best. “Cum on baby, let go,” you urged him as he kept nuzzling his face against you and you were practically spooning him now.

He nodded little whined coming out as he let go abruptly, spurts of cum covering your hand and his stomach. You smiled warmly as he tried to grab your arm and pull you toward him to kiss. He hugging trying to pull you as close to him as he could and you let him basically drag you around into whatever position he wanted to cuddle you in. You managed to take the plug out when he was too distracted and felt much more comfortable in his arms now. He kissed you softly, “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had and the wait was worth the hell you out me through.”

You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration. First of all you didn’t making him wait that long it’s not your fault he was fucking his fist to you way before you reconnected. Who knew you’d be fucking your tattoo artist and biggest fan?

“Also, I wanna fuck you live.”

Huh?

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sooo late update but I just had to post this now. I loveee the idea of himbo jungkook lolll and I thought this would be cute but a little nasty.

there WILL be a part 2 but it’ll be the final part.

Hysterics

⤅Part of House of Lust Collab ⤅Pairing: Jungkook x f Reader ⤅Genre: Historical, Smut (18+) ⤅Word Count: 8.7k ⤅Warnings: virgin!Reader, misogynistic views towards women and their roles in marriage, curse words, masturbation (f.), oral (f. receiving), face riding ⤅Summary: The beaked masks had once signaled to the people the presence of a doctor walking amongst them, offering what help they could as the Black Death ravished town after town. A few decades later, they had been repurposed. Behind the mask the man was still a doctor, only now the services he offered were of an entirely different variety.

Perhaps it was the dresses, with their stupid corsets with bone-lining and ribbons pulled so tight you could scarcely breathe, let alone move in them. The voluminous skirts that wrapped around your legs in a constant attempt to make you trip and fall flat on your face. Maybe it was the uncomfortable, narrow shoes that squeezed your toes together, giving you all sorts of painful blisters that you couldn't avoid no matter how many moleskin patches you had sewn into them. Fashion demanded you wear these things and God help you should you ever attempt to go against the current style.

Perhaps it wasn't the clothes at all, but rather the unending games of court and proprietary, forced upon you by birth thanks to your aristocratic parents and family lineage. Head up, back straight, steps small. Bite your tongue in the presence of your betters and listen always to the orders of your father. Flutter your eyes at eligible men, but hide your smiles behind your fan. Be alluring and eye-catching; snag yourself a suitable husband, with plenty of money to afford your dowry.

Perhaps it was the injustice placed upon your sex. Watch your brothers run wild among the whores, not a care in the world, but don't even for a second even think of seeking your own pleasure. See your father bring home mistress after mistress, uncaring of your mother's feelings, yet willing to divorce her and leave her penniless on the streets should she have a lover.

Whatever it was, it was strong enough to drive you into a rage that set the very foundations of your home shaking. Staff and servants alike fled from your presence as you stomped through the halls and away from your father’s office, disgust radiating through your bones at the letter you’d received just that morning from a possible suitor. You’d hated the foul-looking man from the moment you had been first introduced, but of course, your father had found him to be quite appealing for you. And by that, he had naturally meant the man’s riches had been nice enough to “afford” you.

The letter, brought to you on the racing heels of a carrier boy, had been full of promises and desires; everything the man wished to do to you, he had written down. In excruciating detail. Because the sender was a man, an aristocratic man with much money to his name, sending such indecent things would be overlooked. Your disgust and abhorrence of the man mattered very little. Showing the letter to your father had only made him offer you a blank look, the silent question of And? on his face before he dismissed you with a wave of his hand. Your brother, sitting opposite him in a chair by the lit fireplace had merely smirked, amusement dancing behind his eyes.

Go to your mother if you wish to indulge in your hissy fit, ___. She had been no better, however, her place in life long since learned and her patience with you very quickly running short. She hadn’t seemed even the slightest bit surprised at the letter’s contents and had simply scolded you for being disgusted with the words of your very probable new husband. A coin purse was all she had offered to soothe your rage, telling you to be a good girl and go buy something nice. Anger, tied dangerously with hurt, sent you out of the house quickly and down to the markets.

Neither of your parents cared that you were being set up for a life full of disappointment. A life where you had little say at all in what happened to you. Realistically, you should have been accustomed to this, since you had been raised to expect this for your future for as long as you could talk. The expensive swaths of your dress felt heavier, tighter, as your carriage approached the market street, the stifling oppression of your looming future weighing heavily on you. When the door was opened to let you exit, you resolved to lose yourself to your shopping, content to spend every single coin so that it might spite your father, even if it was just a little.

It was the packed crowds parting unanimously that caught your attention first, after you had walked from stall to stall, purchases growing. You were forced to pause your perusal of the exotic fabrics imported from a trade ship when someone quite literally bumped into you from behind, their attention on the street in front of them rather than you. You turned to snap at the man, the anger still bubbling within you ready to burst when you noticed that the grubby-looking man wasn't alone in his distraction. The usual hustle and bustle of the walkways along the pier seemed to have quieted down in awe, maybe fear, as all heads turned to look at the man walking down the middle, to take in his all-black ensemble and the sharp beak mask upon his face. The cocked felt hat upon his head was pulled low over his mask, the dark kohl sketched around the eyes making his striking gaze seem more like a dark void. His every step was a saunter, polished black leather boots strapped up to his knees creaking as he moved, heels clicking loudly against the weathered stone road. The mask was the cause for the hush, the stale stench of fear and curiosity overriding the normal smell of saltwater.

The Black Death had only disappeared a few short decades ago, its presence still immortalized by mass graves and empty houses. Old men told stories by the dock to those who'd listen, speaking in whispers of the plague, how it had cared little whether you were rich or poor, young or old; many had died and those who lived weren't sure if they had it any better than the dead. The masks had heralded death wherever they went. When the masked ones appeared, it had meant the end for that town or city, the doctors behind them useless in the face of such a ruthless assassin.

Once the plague had finally eased, taking its swift, unrelenting death with it, the masks had been retired. The doctors who had survived wanted to burn them, to throw them in the fire to erase the memories of all the lives they'd been unable to save. They returned to their usual clothes, exchanging the sweltering black cloaks for simple trousers and shirts. Patients were saved, babies were born. For a while, the beaks had become simply a horrible memory, used by parents when telling bedtime stories to keep their children in line. But then they had reappeared.

At first, the visage of the beaked mask had caused widespread panic. Had the Black Death returned? Were they doomed to suffer yet again? Yet as the days became weeks and soon became months, with no news of a new outbreak, the worry had calmed down, replacing itself with curiosity. If there was no illness, why then had the beaks returned? Questioning those who wore the masks proved nigh impossible to do. They were swift, weaving in and out of crowds, ducking into alleyways, disappearing into the darkness. The city guards couldn't catch them and visiting regiments of soldiers failed just as badly. The masked wearers soon became infamous within the city, becoming like characters of a bedtime tale, spoken of with wonder. People soon began to look for the masks over their shoulders near constantly, hoping to catch sight of the infamous beaks so that they could boast of seeing one. Among the high society, the whispers of the masks also reigned, but for an entirely different reason.

The men had begun speaking of them first, contemplating loudly together through the cloudy smoke of their cigars when they retired to the game room after dinner, whiskey glasses in hand. Heralds of war to come, they mused, or of a coming collapse that might see them all bankrupt and forced to walk the very streets the common folk took. Gruff exchanges and pleas sent to Mother Mary and her son Jesus followed their muttered curses. Nothing good would come of the masked men. Of this, they were absolutely certain.

Yet for all their speculation, it was the women who knew best what the beak masks now represented. Hysterics, one lady had said, a blush staining her cheeks so darkly that her attempts to hide the color with her fan proved useless. Her hand had pressed against her corseted stomach, breaths raspy-sounding from the force it took to inhale and exhale with the damned girdle tied tightly around her, but her eyes had sparkled with her knowledge. The ladies at the luxurious dinner that night, yourself included, had only stepped closer, angling your ears her way, keeping the silk folding fans in your hands fluttering in the gentle, controlled movements that you had been trained in.

The beak masks still represent doctors, she had whispered, the blush traveling down the elegant line of her neck and to her shoulders, but they treat women specifically for their hysterics.

Hysterics. The term was given to the female sex when their emotions proved to be "too much for them to handle", sending them into fits of rage that nothing seemed to calm down. Visits to the doctor had initially proved useless, especially when in the presence of the women's husbands, their visages irate at the unstable condition of their wives, their houses in upheaval as staff and servants walked around on tiptoes to avoid making things worse. It was only when the women tried approaching the masked men who claimed they still were doctors, leaving their husbands at home, that a cure seemed to be found. This miracle cure that no woman spoke of directly, even to members of her own sex, let alone her husband. All you knew, even after listening to the whispered gossip of Lady Jacqueline, was that these new doctors with their beaked masks were experts at calming a case of hysteria.

You shifted from foot to foot, coin purse clinking in your hands as you squeezed the silken fabric tightly in your grip. To see the infamous mask in broad daylight, unhurried and uncaring when they were usually so secretive - it seemed too much like destiny? Desire roared within you to chase after the man, to follow him to the location you heard whispered of with such reverence, to discover for yourself what this treatment for womanly hysterics might be. Your lady servant was standing beside you, watching the slowly disappearing form of the masked man just as you did. Her bright blue eyes glinted knowingly in the morning sun when she looked your way, her expression blank but understanding in her gaze. She had been with you since you were a young teenager; she knew your thoughts so well that she sometimes spoke them aloud before you had even registered them. She knew all about the beaked masks, too, for it was all you could speak of since that dinner.

Annabeth looked behind you to the two guards your father had set to watch you whenever you left the house, their hands resting on their guns a bit tighter than they had been before the beaked mask had appeared. They were ordered to follow you wherever you went and a failure to do so could not only mean punishment, but death should anything happen to you. Should you disappear from beneath their noses, it would mean trouble for all of you and normally, that would be enough to keep you from doing anything rash.

“Did you see him? He’s so mysterious!” The whisper of a pair of commonfolk ladies drew your attention away from Annabeth and the guards, head whipping back to look for the man. Standing on the tips of your toes, you could just barely see him now, the black clothes and hat like a beacon amongst all the different ranges of colors that the people around him wore.

“Go, milady,” urged Annabeth, muttered softly under her breath as she stepped closer to you, acting like she was joining you in the whispers that were beginning to rise up all around you. “I’ll distract our watchdogs.” You took the opportunity she presented without a moment’s hesitation, waiting till she’d turned around to the guards, bringing their attention to something in the stall that you had informed her you had absolutely needed. You slipped into the crowds still parted on either side of the street, weaving between bodies in the direction the beak masked man had gone. Your pace was quick, an urgency to not lose sight of him making you move much faster than your mother would ever let you go in public. A lady never runs, she always said, looking down her nose at any sort of rambunctious movement.

A few heads turned your way as you went, making you want to duck your head, but pride kept your chin high, your features unbothered as you not-so-calmly followed the mysterious man. Undoubtedly some of them would know what you were doing - no one else was hurrying after him, after all. This didn’t matter to you then, however, especially when he turned a corner and you couldn’t see him any longer.

Breaking free of the crowd, you hurried towards the corner, turning it quickly. He was at the end of the new street, already getting ready to turn another corner. Panic grew in you and all sense of being ladylike went out the window as you gathered your skirts and began to run after him. The voluminous fabric of your dress wrapped dangerously tight around your legs as you ran, the tightly tied ribbons of your corset squeezing harshly around your ribs as your chest expanded and contracted with harsh breaths. An urgency drove you on past the growing stitch in your side, uncaring now of the looks being thrown your way. Rumors would spread but that mattered very little to you in comparison to the mysterious man. You rounded the corner with speed, your shoes clacking loudly on the cobblestone sidewalk, and found yourself forced to a sudden stop as you slammed, quite literally, into the arms of someone else.

"Caught you, my shadow." The teasing voice sounded like honey to your ears and you slowly lifted your head from where it had been pressed against the stranger's chest to see that you had collided with the masked man himself. Held tight in his grip, you could feel the lithe muscles hidden away beneath his black clothes, the strength in his arms sending delightful shudders through you. In your twenty years of life, this was the first time you’d ever been so close to a man that wasn’t your father or brother. Not even the guards assigned to you for as long as you could remember were allowed so close. From this up close and personal, you realized now that his mask was covered in hundreds of silky, black feathers, sewn into the leather with little bits of silver threads spaced through them. The beak of his mask was long and leathery, the curve of it tilted away from you so as not to poke you directly in the eye. Thick, black kohl-lined the eyes that peered down at you, making his amused stare seem all the more drawing.

Embarrassment at being caught both literally and figuratively had you shoving him away, blood warming your cheeks. You smoothed down your skirts, refusing to meet his gaze, looking to the side. “I thank you for catching me when I fell, sir, but I absolutely was not following you.”

“Did I ever say that you were following me?”

Shit. “You, um, you implied as much by calling me your shadow.”

“Mm, then you agree that you were following me, then.” The tickled delight in his voice pricked at your skin, further deepening your embarrassment. You allowed yourself the small chance to look his way, peering at him through your eyelashes, only to meet his gaze head-on. The dark liner around his eyes was mesmerizing, adding to the whole look of him. You imagined that at night time, he was the shadow when he skulked along the streets, ducking behind corners, leaving mystery everywhere he went.

“I refuse to admit so.” And you wouldn’t. You were a lady, a noble lady, and the fact that you had most definitely been following him, running after him like some common woman, could never be acknowledged.

His hum in response was entirely unbelieving, a wry grin appearing on the lips that you could now see peeking out at you from beneath the leather beak. Attraction to the mysterious man burned steadily in your belly, the innocence you held from never even having held hands with a man, much less kissed one, making you wonder what those lips would feel like on your own. You wished now for the safety of your fan, needing it to both hide your growing interest and the desire you could feel growing within you. When he turned around again, intent on leaving, especially when you remained silent for over a minute, you caught yourself halfway through asking—demanding—where he was going. He couldn’t be leaving yet. Not this soon!

The beak turned back your way, hooded black eyes looking over his shoulder at you as he considered you. You felt small beneath that look, the temptation to curl in yourself hitting you strongly. His hand rose, two fingers cocked your way before they slowly curled back towards him, the motion as deliberate as the smirk that spread across his mouth, especially when he repeated it twice more. He wanted you to follow. Hesitation was nowhere to be found, your hands reaching down to pluck up the hem of your skirt once more to trail after him like he wanted.

He led you through street after street, twisting this way and that, further and further away from the part of town that you knew. Further away from Annabeth and your guards. Any safety you might have relied on was stripped away step after step, till you were nothing more than a naive woman following after a man whose face she hadn’t even seen yet. Feeling like a lamb being led to the slaughter, the masked man brought you to a nondescript, rundown building that lay on the very outskirts of the town. This far out, there was little to no signs of modern improvements. The streets were dirt turned muddy thanks to last night’s rainfall. Buildings creaked and groaned as a wind blew up from the sea, the old timber used in construction voicing its complaints against it. Smells rose above the dirt, a nauseating mixture of manure, vomit, and probably human feces.

This is where the Lady Jacqueline had come? Prim, proper, looks down her nose at the slightest speck of dust on her clothes, Lady Jacqueline? The bubbling interest within you had come to a crashing halt as you looked around yourself, unable to hide the disgust that prodded at you. Surely the older woman had been lying when she whispered about this.

The mysterious man turned around to face you once more, leaning back against the aged siding of the building. His arms crossed his chest, the fabric of his shirt tightening to reveal well-built arms, and as he kicked a booted heel back to rest on the wood, you spied the equally muscled thighs hidden beneath the tighter-than-usual pants he wore. He could undoubtedly see the uncertainty on your face, the barely disguised looks of disgust at the building behind him and everything that surrounded you. His head tilted down, pinning you with a watchful stare from beneath the brim of his hat that you could feel sizing you up. The beaked mask only made you feel more vulnerable in front of him like he held your life in his hands. Perhaps that was what the sick had felt before when in the same position as you.

“You’ve followed me today in search of something, haven’t you?” His voice broke your musings, snapping your attention back onto him.

“I—yes. Um,” your words were stuttered, unsure. So very different to the usual confidence you wore like a second skin. “I spoke with Lady Jacqueline—“

"Ah."

"She, um, she said she knew what you do…?" He nodded, motioning you to continue with a wave of his hand. "She said you're doctors? That you help with something called hysteria?"

Those lips quirked into a wry grin like he was in on some sort of inside joke. "I'm a doctor of sorts, yes." The amusement was thick in his voice, the honeyed tone still sounding enticing despite the surroundings he stood in. His reply was both an answer and a lead, sparking a touch of annoyance at the avoidance of your question.

"What is it that you do? What are hysterics, exactly? Why is it so secretive?"

His head leaned back against the wood now, the beak catching the sun and making the black leather glint in its light. Another stray wind blew up from the seaside, washing away the horrid smells for a wonderful second and ruffling the feathers that were sewn in his mask. "Because if the men in your society knew how their wives--and daughters--were treating their hysterics, they'd be inclined to shut us down."

"My society? Why? And you still didn't tell me what hysterics are!"

"Come inside and I can not only explain what it is, but how we treat them."

Where hesitation had been nonexistent before, now it loomed above you, hovering like a watchful presence. The beaked man was still waiting, leaning lazily against the wooden facade, nonchalantly inspecting his nails while he awaited your reply. You gave another distrustful look around, suddenly fearful that your father would appear from around the corner, giving you a look that meant your death.

They're the only ones I can trust to help treat my hysterics, ladies. The Lady Jacqueline had been so sure of herself when whispering this truth, her cheeks rosy red from her secret knowledge. Surely, surely, this place couldn't be as suspicious as you felt it were if she swore by them. That same burning curiosity that had driven you to follow the man reappeared, sparked first into existence when overhearing the discussions about the hysterics that seemed to plague more and more women around you, wondering yourself if you also were falling prey to them as you felt your grip on your temper growing looser by the day.

"Okay." You felt for a moment that the word was like signing your death certificate. The answering smile only made that feeling grow as he nodded his head and pushed off from his leaning, turning to open the door that held the apparent answers to all of your questions.

If the outside of the building had made you want to turn and run away, then the inside lured you in like the welcoming embrace of your own home. Opulence dripped from every inch of the downstairs foyer, sleek, marble tiles on the floor reflecting your own image back up at you from the lighting provided overhead by two grand chandeliers. Rich fabrics hung in front of the windows, luxurious couches with beaded pillows enticing you to sit. Paintings, full of color and with signatures that ascribed them to some of the best artists you knew hung on the walls and you felt you could spend all day looking at the intricate details that had been brushed onto the canvases with gentle strokes.

The sheer contrast between the inside and the outside was enough to give you whiplash, your mouth hung open as you turned a slow circle to take in all the intricate and beautiful details. The masked man was waiting for you, his all-black outfit making him stand out from the decorations, but he looked like he belonged exactly there. You would even say that he owned the place from how confidently and at ease he stood there with.

A figure appearing from a side room off the foyer caught your attention, your head turning to see another masked man. Your brows rose in surprise, taking in the matching outfit to the one your masked stranger wore, down to the boots. The only difference was the mask. While still in the fashion of the plague doctor, this new man’s mask had golden threads instead of silver, sleek gray feathers instead of black. His long, golden hair was styled to hang around his mask, the same kohl liner around his eyes giving his alluring stare all the more effective as he gave you a slow once-over.

“Welcome, milady.” His voice was a low croon, tickling your senses delightfully. He sketched a short bow in your direction before looking to the other man. “Jungkook—“

His name is Jungkook!

“Lady Catherine will be here this evening. She’s requested your help along with Hoseok’s for today’s case of hysterics.”

“Ah, the Lady Catherine…. I had a feeling she would need some assistance soon. I understand, Namjoon. Thank you.” The taller man, Namjoon, nodded his head once in Jungkook’s direction, giving you a second bow before he turned and headed up the grand stairs that led to the second floor. He walked with purpose towards a closed door you could see just over the railing of the banister, slipping inside just as a very loud, very obvious, moan escaped from inside the room. Your eyes widened at the sound. That had most certainly not been a moan of pain. Innocent you may be to a man’s touch, but you had most definitely heard that sort of noise before. Your wide eyes darted over to where Jungkook still stood, the question clear on your face for him to see. He simply smiled, crooking those fingers again towards him, the command to follow unspoken.

Your feet moved without you prompting them to, your skirts still clutched in your sweaty grip. The clack-clack of your heels on the marble tiles echoed loudly about the foyer as you moved towards him, shadowing his steps as he went up the stairs. Questions burned within you, resting heavily on your tongue. Your mouth opened and closed, no noise leaving you as you debated with yourself to ask the things you were so curious of.

Like he had eyes in the back of that beaked mask, Jungkook spoke. “Ask away, milady.”

Well, if he was offering.

“When you say hysterics… what exactly do you mean?” He turned as he alighted from the top step, heading towards the next set of stairs that led to the third and final floor of the opulent inside.

“Exactly that, milady—“

“___. My name is ___.”

“Lady ___, then.” He shot a smile at you over his shoulder as he went up step by step. Your belly fluttered with a rush of butterflies at the look, having such a smile pointed your way. “Hysterics is the term given to your sex by the men who don’t understand why this issue has appeared in the first place.” He led you from the stairs and down the open hallway, passing three more closed doors till he came to a stop before the last one. He pushed open the door after turning the glass doorknob, revealing a spacious but cozy room, lit by several candelabras spaced evenly about the room. Jungkook let you enter first, watching you take in the details of the room.

Like the foyer below, the room was lavishly decorated. The bed that lay in the middle had a plushy and dark red comforter atop it, numerous pillows stacked evenly against the headrest in descending order from biggest to smallest. The bed frame itself was a four-poster, with silken swaths of white fabric that swung from pole to pole. A chaise lounge lay at the foot of the bed, a fluffy pillow and inviting blanket folded on top of it. Similar to the foyer, paintings that bore the marks of renowned artists were on the walls, their placement chosen deliberately for the sun that shone in the room through the two windows to light up the matte colors.

You stopped in the middle of the room, overwhelmed at the beauty but confusion thick within you. For all of its lavish decorations, you could see no instruments that would normally be found in a doctor’s room. Yes, doctors made house visits so seeing a bed was not unusual, but the fact that it was only the bed had you turning around look at Jungkook, the man still masked as he closed the door behind him.

“What… what issue is it?”

He hummed in response at first, moving deeper into the room to bypass you, walking over to stand in front of the chest of drawers that was below one of the windows. With baited breath, you watched as he reached up to remove his hat and pull off the mask, undoing the leather buckle that kept it tight around his head before placing both down onto the chest. He gave his hair a shake, running a hand through the slightly messed locks. His hair had a slight wave to it, no doubt enhanced by the salty sea breeze that loved to ruffle the hems of your dress skirts. When he turned around to face you, your breath caught in your throat, heart slamming loud against your rib cage. This Jungkook was beautiful. Your gaze darted all over his features, hungrily devouring the line of his jaw, the doe-like eyes lined with kohl, the freckle beneath his bottom lip.

“The issue,” he began again, drawing your attention away from lips and back onto him proper, “is that women are finding themselves more and more angry at the world. They’re unsatisfied with life. Unfulfilled. These turbulent emotions reveal themselves in a very real way, in what has been termed ‘hysterics’, where nothing seems to calm them down and everyone suffers for it.” You flushed darkly at the look he shot your way, the knowing glint to his stare telling you that he was aware, somehow, that you had indeed been making life hell for everyone in your own household.

“How are they unfulfilled?”

He smiled, dimples appearing in his cheeks. “You tell me, Lady ___. What issue could it be that women are facing that men refuse to acknowledge? What is it that drives women such as the Lady Jacqueline or Lady Catherine to my doorstep, but it must be kept hidden from their husbands?”

I know that men are above us in this God-forsaken life, but can we not enjoy ourselves even a little bit? Lady Greta had whispered that once, anger and frustration rife within her, the waving of her fan doing little good to ease the splotchy red spots that appeared on her face and collarbones. Is it too much to ask that we find some pleasure in the wifely duties we are required to perform?

Your mouth fell open in silent understanding, the widening smile on Jungkook’s face telling you he knew you’d gotten it. “Here at this establishment, Lady ___, a place we like to call The House of Lust, we see to it that ladies like yourself are treated in the best way possible to help ease these “hysterics”. I assure you, all of our clients are quite happily… fulfilled.” The moan you had heard earlier made all the more sense now, embarrassment licking its way up your spine, fighting against the arousal that you could feel growing despite it.

Indeed, you were not immune to these "hysterics." Your body, while still untouched by a man, was not entirely innocent to the pleasures that it could experience. In the midnight hours, your fingers roamed over your body, caressing your curves, sliding beneath your nightgown and between your thighs. You knew all about the slick that would coat your lower lips, the throbbing that would drive you mad with need you couldn't quite meet. You had discovered the small button of nerves that sent blinding flashes of such intense pleasure. The first time you had happened upon your clitoris, you had orgasmed within seconds, your body unused to the sensation. The experience had left you winded, chest heaving in the darkness of your room, trying to understand what just happened. You had attempted it again and succeeded, leading to a third and fourth try before you had quite literally put yourself to sleep.

Yet like most things the body found delightful, you began to crave more and more. Your fingers all too soon became unable to sufficiently slake your desire and the looming worry that you could not enter yourself properly without deflowering yourself kept you from sinking your fingers deep. This only furthered the mounting frustration that was growing in you, leading to what soon became what you now knew to be your hysterics. It all made so much more sense. Frustration at feeling unfulfilled, at not being able to do as you like, to be forced to keep yourself from seeking pleasure for yourself so your goddamned future husband would be assured you were pure. There was little wonder now why everyone began to avoid you, taking care to walk on eggshells around you so that they might not incite your anger.

Jungkook nodded from where he still leaned against the dresser, his weight resting on his hands behind him. He could see the understanding light that filled your eyes, the tell tale signs of your frustration swimming close to the surface, escaping the tight hold you'd had on the emotion until then. "You see, Lady ___, most men are ignorant of the needs a lady has. If they are aware, they most often choose to ignore them even still. And thus," he spread his arms wide, cocky grin lifting the side of his mouth, "my co-workers and I were able to create our 'practice.'"

"I see…. And how is it that you help us ladies with our hysterics?"

"Mm, I personally believe the best way to explain our services is by a trial run." Jungkook gave you a considering look, giving you another once-over. "Tell me, Lady ___, and please be truthful: are you a virgin?"

The blunt and direct question caught you by surprise, your mouth falling open. He didn't have a sheepish grin or a mischievous look in his eye - he was simply waiting for you to respond. It took several seconds of clearing your throat and fanning your suddenly flushed self with your hand before you could formulate one, reduced to only being able to give him a nod when your voice abandoned you. Jungkook nodded like he was expecting the answer, pushing off of the dresser to take a few steps closer to you. He waved a hand at the chaise lounge, his offer for you to sit clear. Only when you had--gracefully--collapsed into the chair, cursing once more the corset you had been forced into that morning, did your ability to speak return, your wide eyes staring up at the man who seemed to loom over you though he was still several feet away.

"What does that have to do with this?"

"Everything." The finality of the word settled in your stomach like a ball of iron, disappointment already beginning to rear its head. "Ah, don't look so dejected, Lady ___. While the presence of your maidenhead does create restrictions, it does not mean that we are unable to see to your hysterics."

"I still don't understand, though! How are you going to do that?" Now the glint returned to Jungkook's eyes and his mouth gave a lopsided smile in your direction.

"By taking you to such heights of pleasure you've never known before." A wave of heat rushed through you. His words sounded like a promise, so sure of them he was. Pleasure was not something that women were expected to know, according to the whispers of the married ladies. Men knew pleasure, of course. They took it from your body and any others that they wanted. But a woman? Your curiosity intensified and all you cared about was finding out if Jungkook's promise would prove to be true.

"Okay," you said, whispering the word and giving the man the permission he needed.

"Perfect. Then let’s begin." He nearly purred as he said it, stepping forward till he was right in front of you. Your head tilted back to look up at him, struck once more at the beauty of the man. Nowhere in your city existed someone who looked like him - most definitely not the man you were probably doomed to marry. Having his attention on you made you at once feel small and glorious all together. It was addictive and all he had done was speak with you, but then he was moving.

Your legs trembled already and you thanked God that he had told you to sit down before this began. Never even in your fantasies had you imagined the sight before you now, your wide eyes watching with amazed rapture as Jungkook slowly fell to his knees. He shuffled forward slightly till your heeled shoes tapped his kneecaps, so close to you now that you swore you could feel his body heat spreading through your skirts and onto your skin. It was a position you'd only ever seen your maidservants in when they needed to help you put your shoes for the day on. To see him like this…. You swallowed thickly around the dry cotton feeling in your mouth, suddenly desperate for a glass of water, or maybe wine. Your heartbeat was a pounding drum in your head, anticipation trembling just beneath your skin.

He was focused on your legs before him, a content look on his face. He hadn't moved yet, simply taking in the folds of your skirt, like he was assessing them. You were almost tempted to ask him what he was planning to do, but he lifted his hands from their spot on his thighs to grab the hem of your clothes, fingers grabbing layer after layer into his grip. Slowly, he picked them up, inching them up and up till your legs were bare before him, the flimsy pantalettes you wore feeling non-existent. He pushed the skirt over your knees and held it there, finally looking up at you to dart his eyes down at the folds in a silent command for you to grab them. You obeyed hesitantly, replacing your grip with his, fighting the near overwhelming need to cross your legs and hide yourself from him. Never had a man seen this part of you! Years of lessons rose to the forefront of your racing thoughts, the screeching voice of your governess especially loud as the memory of her telling you that your body was sacred and meant only for your future husband to see, to touch, to feel, reappeared. Shame threatened to drown you. What would your mother say? What would your father say?

I'm like a toy for him, ___. He cares not for my feelings, my wants. I'm to be a good wife and spread my legs whenever he wants. The voice of your closest friend, Evangeline, had shaken when she whispered her truth to you over the card table one night. Her usually bright eyes had been so dim, her smile absent. Sold to her new husband by her father, her marriage had been nothing but pain for her. Across the table the other married women had sat, wearing similar expressions that told you without words just how "grand" their own unions were. You all had been raised similarly; you all had been given the same speech of purity. All for men who held no concern, not a single care, for your wants or desires. Was it any surprise that the growing wave of hysteria had appeared? Determined anger shoved down the shame, silencing the screech of the governess in your head. This was a trial run and you would see it through. You were making this choice for yourself and damn the consequences that might arise. You gripped your skirts more tightly, pulling them up just a bit higher.

Like he had been waiting for you to do so, Jungkook gave you a pleased smile, the dimples in his cheeks reappearing with his nod of approval. His hands reached out for your covered legs, gently placing them on your knees, resting there as he let you grow used to the feeling of another person's warmth. Already, the foreign feeling was making you feel heady, thick arousal beginning to course through your veins and straight to your core. Jungkook's fingers taped against your knees before he gripped them, pushing them apart slowly. Inch by inch, your legs parted for him, spreading wider till your pantalettes were stretched tight along your skin. You hadn’t imagined that the design of the leg coverings was to ever be for anything other than posterity’s sake while allowing you to use the restroom, but now the empty spot felt downright sinful. Your center, never once glimpsed by a man, was bare before him. Heat rushed through you, the lewd position making the arousal you felt only grow deeper. Already you could feel a slick wetness gathering, the cool of the air making you shiver as it hit your wet curls.

“So wet already,” Jungkook mused thoughtfully from between your legs, leaning in close to inspect your slick folds like the doctor he claimed himself to be. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed any longer by his assessment, your arousal too thick for you to do anything other than nod. “That’s a good sign,” he said, pushing wider on your legs, stretching your muscles to bare you even further to his gaze. “Keep your legs like this for me, please.” He sounded so clinical, unaffected, but you could see the flush growing on his face. His attention was solely on your core, watching the way your slick slowly seeped out from your hole. You were so wet and he hadn't even done anything. With bated breath, you waited to see what he would do next, your eyes darting all over his features, looking for some sort of signal to what was to come. Surely he wasn't just going to observe--

"Oh God." He'd moved a hand while you'd been distracted, slipping it between your spread thighs for him to slide a finger through your wet folds. The feeling was so foreign, so very much unlike your own fingers when you touched yourself, and the sensation had your head falling back. He repeated the motion, adding a second finger as he oh-so-slowly dragged them up and down your cunt. You shuddered at the feeling, the slow drag silencing all thoughts so that all you could focus on were those fingers. Up and down, left to right, Jungkook explored the wet, slick-covered skin of your core, always growing close to that button you knew held euphoria, but stayed frustratingly away from. You could feel the familiar tension in your stomach growing despite that, eyes clenched shut. Already, you had begun to rock against his fingers without your knowing it, missing the way Jungkook smirked in amusement.

Just as you could feel yourself getting ready to spring into the welcome arms of pleasure, he pulled his hand back. Your head snapped up in distraught horror, a demand to know what the hell he was thinking dying on your lips as you realized what he was doing. Still between your legs, Jungkook had held up his hand to the ray of sunlight that filtered into the room to observe the way your arousal glistened on his fingers. He twisted it this way and that, squeezing the fingers together before slowly spreading them, your arousal clinging like the strands of a spider web between them.

"Excellent," he whispered, entranced by the shiny strings, bringing one finger into his mouth to lick. A tidal wave of lust slammed into you at the sight, chest pounding with excitement when he moaned in appreciation at your taste. Not once had any of the other ladies spoken of such a thing, many in fact seemingly embarrassed of their body's reactions. Their husbands avoided any sort of interaction with their centers other than seeking their own pleasure. Having Jungkook not only touch you there but to taste you? You could feel your vision tunneling in on him, everything focusing on the way Jungkook's tongue darted around his fingers, licking at the webbing between them, seeking out every last drop of your essence. If this was but only the slightest bit of what Lady Jacqueline experienced, it was no wonder why she visited as often as she claimed.

"More." Your voice was barely even a whisper, but he heard it still. Tongue still lapping at his fingers, Jungkook flicked his eyes in your direction, the heat within his gaze making your cunt pulse and throb. "More," you said again, a plea this time.

"With pleasure."

His hand returned to your aching core, spreading his fingers into a v-shape, spreading your swollen lips open for him as he dove in with his mouth this time. A gasp wrangled itself from your mouth at the press of his warm heat against your own, his tongue darting out to lick a wide stripe up your cunt. Bright lights flashed behind your eyes as you slammed them shut again, the crashing waves of your orgasm hitting you without warning. You shook against his mouth, his tongue still licking and sucking at your core, intensifying the pleasure that spread through your body. Unintelligible words flowed freely from you, hands gripping the side of the chaise lounge in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. It was futile in the end, however, as Jungkook's tongue swiped up to circle around your clit, finally pressing against the aching button, lips closing around it to suck into his mouth greedily.

"Oh my god," you moaned, the high-pitched cry echoing loudly in the room. You bucked and writhed against Jungkook's mouth, his hands reaching out to hold your legs down, making sure you couldn't close them around him. He sucked on your cunt like a man starved, his own groans of appreciation rumbling against you. His tongue dove down to lap at your virginal hole, slipping inside to draw more of your slick into his waiting mouth. Your hands wrenched free from their grip on the chair to slide into his hair, grasping tightly around his locks, keeping his head exactly where it was so you could rock against him as best you could with the hold he kept on your spread legs. Just when you thought it could be no better, Jungkook returned his fingers to your cunt and right to your swollen clit. He rubbed mind-numbing circles against the aching bundle of nerves, making the tension return tenfold to your body. Your second orgasm was fast approaching, your head feeling delightfully hazy as you raced towards that high once again, ushered along by the eager ministrations of his mouth and fingers.

"Jungkook!" His name became a mantra for you, your mind unable to form anything other than his name on your lips between the breathless moans that left you incessantly. He hummed in acknowledgment, tilting his head to the side as his tongue delved even deeper inside your cunt, twisting and twirling in such ways that your toes began to curl inside your shoes. With the next desperate inhale of air, you were cumming, the second wave of pleasure somehow twice as intense as the first. Your moans turned into a wailing cry, limbs shaking and twitching. Jungkook's groan of delight was muffled beneath your cries, but still you could feel his tongue lapping at your throbbing cunt, eagerly swallowing down the rush of slickness that left your wet hole.

It became too much for you, all the sensations being sent through your body, your nerves feeling like they were on fire. Your cries turned to begging, pleading for the man to stop and let you breathe. Slowly, almost like he was disappointed to have to pull away from his place between your legs, Jungkook leaned back onto his heels. The sunlight that had only moved a little shone on his face, his skin glistening from your essence that was smeared all over his chin and cheeks. If you weren't already breathless from the two world-wrecking orgasms he'd given you, your breath would have been stolen from the look of pure satisfaction Jungkook leveled on you.

You sat bonelessly in the lounge, your legs still splayed open for him and your skirts still pulled high. There was no room for you to feel shame in such a lewd position. All you knew was relaxation and calm. The itch that you had been unable to scratch for long was finally soothed. You had no idea how any woman before you had been able to live without knowing the type of pleasure you'd just been subjected to.

Heights you've never known before, indeed.

"How are you feeling, Lady ___? Was this a good trial run for you?" The glazed look to your eyes should have been telling enough, but Jungkook waited patiently for you to reply.

It took several swallows and a few coughs to ease your throat, raw from your screams, before you managed a scratchy, "Fantastic." He smiled roguishly at that, running his hands through his hair to tug at the knots you'd managed to give him from gripping it so tightly. He stood to his feet next and it was then you noticed the very prominent bulge hidden in his pants. Where you thought you could no longer be aroused, a sudden flame like that of a raging bonfire erupted in your belly. The need to see him, to see all of him and discover what he could do, was overwhelming. Before you knew it, you were pushing yourself up, a hand reaching out, but the sudden tsk of rebuke from Jungkook had you stopping short.

"No, no, milady." He held up a hand to stop the protest forming on your lips, leaning down to hover mere inches from your face. "While I would very much be delighted and honored to take your maidenhead, rules are rules." Disappointment was thick within you and you knew he could read it on your face. Then his lips were on yours and everything melted away. Slowly, gently, Jungkook's mouth moved against your own, covering your lips with the leftover slick from you. He slid his tongue inside when you gasped for breath, entwining with your own, letting you get the full taste of your arousal. It was downright filthy and oh God how you loved it already. He pulled away with another of those cocky smirks on his face, taking hold of your chin in his hand to keep you still. "Until that issue is taken care of, I will be more than happy to help ease your hysterics like we did today. And once the barrier is gone," he trailed off, his voice dropping to a husky growl, "I'll fuck you on every surface in this room, again and again and again."

Jungkook stepped away with that, a professional smile replacing the smirk as he helped you stand to your shaky feet. His hands smoothed down the pleats of your skirt and helped you smooth down any errant strands of hair, ensuring you didn't look like you'd just been to a brothel. He led you to the door once he'd redonned the beaked mask that had begun the whole journey, taking you back down the three staircases to the bottom floor where Annabeth was waiting, her eyes wide but a knowing look on her face. You blinked at her in surprise, trying to understand how she was here. "We took the liberty of informing miss Annabeth of her lady's whereabouts." A new voice answered your unspoken question, a different masked man appearing next to Jungkook. Like him, the man wore a professional smile. "I believe you'll find her knowledge of our services to be much more advantageous than not."

Jungkook nodded beside him, clasping his hands together behind his back. "We'll be seeing you again soon, Lady ___." A promise, not a request, like he knew you were already trying to figure out how to return tomorrow. "The doors to the House of Lust will always be open to those who seek its services."

hate you + love you | mlist.

⤑ a collection of occurrences where you and jungkook can’t seem to stay away from one another 

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

genre/au: on and off, angst, smut

warnings/content: depictions of unhealthy/toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, alcohol and drug use, a lot of sleeping around, they’re both confusing and bad for each other, additional warnings will be added in each scenario

status: upcoming 

taglist: open | general taglist form

hate you: when he asked for a space (soon)

love you: when you just couldn’t let him go

hate you: when he does whatever he wants

love you: when he said he misses you

hate you: when you’re being indecisive

love you: when…

FAQ

how long is this series?

i will be writing this as i go (no outline) so i can’t tell you

when will you update?

no schedule but i’m currently not writing NSFW until Holy Week is over

is this an interactive series?

sort of yes. feel free to send something you want from the couple here if it doesn’t go against their characters or any elements of the entire story and i will try to include it

the whole series is based on the song of the same name by Cheat Codes & AJ Mitchell

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Jealousy

Author : purrfectfae

Pairing : volleyball captain jungkook × cheerleader reader

Warnings ⚠️ : titty fuck , oral ( male receiving), blow job , jungkook is kinda yanderish, Dom! Jungkook, exhibitionism in a beach.

Published date : 13 Mar, 2022

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Author : purrfectfae

Pairing : mean boss! jungkook × personal assistant! reader

Warnings ⚠️ : jungkook is a sadist, oral (male. Receiving), penetrative sex, raw sex (use condom guys), spitting, Doggy style, dark themes, blackmailing and manipulation?

Published date : 20 Mar, 2022.

A/n: not proofread or edited. Its short but its whatever. This one is dark so I suggest soft hearted people to stay the fuck away from this. I don’t want blaming later on. 🙃

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