AHHHH, By Far, My Favourite Skz Fan Fic Ever

AHHHH, by far, my favourite skz fan fic ever 😍😍

between the lines: b.c (m)

feat: Bang Chan x f.reader

arranged Marriage au

word count: 12.5k

↳ After being used a nothing more then a pawn to gain the upper hand on Chan. They’re left in a strained marriage and only one way out.

warnings: angst, sexual content: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, nickname such as princess

an: if anyone is interested in any other arranged marriage stories with any of the other stray kids feel free to let me know. 

He didn’t love you and you were aware of that. He never wanted to marry you to begin with. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip used against him.

Laying in your shared bed, his back was to you as you stared at his bare skin. You’re on your seventh month of marriage and he won’t even touch you. You only share the same bed because the “guest” room in his penthouse is used as his library/office.

Keep reading

OH?!?!?

So here's my request.

Tw: rape

jungkook and his girlfriend decide to lose their virginity to each other. They book a motel room and all that. Jungkook is excited. They go at it. And when they are in the middle of doing it, he goes in a little rough. This triggers flashbacks to the girlfriend. She starts crying and asks him to get off her. He's confused and panics . She then tells him she was raped a few weeks ago. She thought she was over it. But apparently isn't. Then maybe the story could go in either revenge/ healing direction.

P.s. I'd understand if this is too much for you to write. ❤️

Jupiter Effect 🔞 | JJK

Pairing: church boy!jungkook + church girl!reader Word Count: 2.9k words Warnings: angst, semi yandere themes, rape but not written graphically, kinda dubious consent, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, mcd

A/N: Sorry it took me a while to get back your message/request + thanks for reading my fics! Hope I delievered with this one omg

Requests are always open.

General Rating: R-18+ – Masterlist

The farthest you and Jungkook have ever done was making out.

Both of your conservative upbringings played a huge role in this, really. As a young girl, you were taught to keep yourself pure as a gift to your future husband as if that was all a woman had to offer in the world: to fuck her husband submissively, bear him children, and manage the chores all at once – and you were okay with that. Never questioned the church’s teachings nor the passages you would read before you sleep.

“Jungkook!” Pulling away from shock, you gasped for air after breaking the deep kiss.

Jungkook’s hands always rested on your hips or your thighs but never on your chest.

“I–I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s just a spur of the moment I swear,” his doe eyes quivered, and the sincerity of his shaking voice, while he apologized over and over, was evident.

Watching him hang his head low and profusely say how sorry he truly was, you sighed and cupped his face with both hands, “It’s…it’s okay. Let’s not go too far anymore.”

When he flashed a toothy grin and his eyes formed into crescents as he smiled widely with relief, there was no way you could stay mad at someone as adorable as him.

Jungkook is a sweetheart; the literal poster child of every parent’s dream son. It’s a no-brainer why you fell for him. The man is smart, courteous to his elders, always spoke calmly, and had the patience of a saint, which is why your parents had grown fond of him instantaneously, and never thought twice of your safety whenever you were with him. As the years went by, they grew even more enamored of him when he reassured them that his purity ring stays on until both of you are finally married. 

He’s the perfect boyfriend anyone could ever have. He’s so sensitive and patient with everything about you. Not once did he ever force you to do anything for him or for his benefit alone. In everything he did, you were always at the top spot of things he should consider first. If manuals on how to be a boyfriend even existed, he’ll surely be the best-selling author.

Held on the highest pedestal, he can never find it in himself to ask other people about everything he has always been curious about. Not when he’s surrounded by the literal army of god, and not when it’s expected of him to never tarnish his perfect image. 

“Haven’t you fucked her yet?” Taehyung asked quietly as he stood beside Jungkook, who was watching you from afar while you were talking to your bible study group, and Yoongi, who was highlighting verses on his bible. 

“But the real question is: have you ever had sex?” He and Yoongi snickered.

Jungkook sighed heavily, “You know how much she values her virginity.”

“You can always rub your dick along her pussy, you know?” Yoongi says without lifting his head. “It mimics the feeling of having sex minus the penetration.”

Jungkook gulped, “Do you–uh–do that with your girlfriend?”

“All the time,” Yoongi nodded with a smirk. “Or she could take it in the ass.”

“You can try that but then again,” Taehyung clicks his tongue, “Will she let you? Because I doubt you’ll get a yes.”

“I honestly don’t even know,” Jungkook frowned.

You were responsible enough that your parents gave you their trust when you enrolled in a non-sectarian college. The running joke amongst your friends is how you are the only twenty-three-year-old virgin that they know. And just like the saying, they say you were ‘as pure as snow’ and how you were the saint of chastity in the 21st century.

Chastity.

A word that you clung to for the majority of your life until it was taken from you.

After a long day of volunteering for an upcoming church activity, you took your usual route on the way home. Your heart burst at the seams as you imagined the children at the orphanage with huge smiles on their faces as they opened their donation boxes. It was a bit sad that Jungkook wasn’t able to help sort the donations because he was busy working on a paper that was due that week.

Normally, your walk would only take fifteen minutes tops but that night was different. It took you an hour or more to get home when you were pulled into a poorly lit alleyway. Screaming for help was the initial instinct that kicked through your system, but the man holding you was ten steps ahead of you. He bashed your head against the wall, making your head spin in throbbing pain. You may have lost half of your consciousness but you will never forget how agonizing two hours could be.

In and out of the consciousness, it felt like the pain in your crotch will never go away with every thrust of his hips pushing inside you further and further. As much as you wanted to cover every exposed part of your body, you could only lift your arms to a minimum with barely any strength left. All you could do was groan in pain, muffled by your underwear that was shoved in your mouth, while you laid still in the cold concrete. 

You were certain this is what being in hell feels like so you prayed. You prayed for god’s light to save you from this nightmare, but the only light you could see were the flickering street lamps. 

2 months have gone by since that fateful night and not once did it ever cross your mind to tell anyone. Not even the god you prayed to day and night. Elated would be an understatement; holding a negative pregnancy test was the only source of relief you found in these trying times. The last thing you want to have is an unwanted child from an unwanted assault. You wanted to share the small spark of joy, but whenever you would try, your knees trembled and your mouth went dry. There was no one they’d believe, or worse, blame you for being provocative outside the four walls of the institution you laid your life to.

You weren’t doing any better, though. The sudden shift in your once happy disposition is now covered in dark clouds, shutting everyone off. The best excuse you told your parents, which thankfully they bought, as you were in spiritual warfare. A walking empty shell void of all emotions is what you are now. Even if you lose anything, you wouldn’t bat your lashes. You simply didn’t care for anything or anyone anymore and that scared the shit out of Jungkook.

Whenever you were feeling down, Jungkook was your one call away. He always knew how to cheer you up but this time he doesn’t. Not when you’ve distanced yourself from him mentally. Sure you did spend time together but it wasn’t the same anymore. It wasn’t his place to ask what’s going on in your life, he’d rather you open up whenever you’re ready to share it – and that’s how he managed to stay in your life. He always gives you your own time.

Amidst your own issues, you couldn’t simply ignore the fact that your actions have somehow distraught Jungkook. All he could do is worry in private just like you did. Maybe now is the time to make up to your boyfriend.

It’s not like you’ll lose anything you don’t have anymore.

“Jungkook, I was thinking…What if we–uhm–you know…” Without lifting your head, you fidgeted with your fingers. 

“Hm? What is it, baby?” He asked while keeping his eyes on the road.

“What if we…finally do it?” Jungkook has never stepped on the brakes that fast. He pauses briefly, looks at you, then blinks in disbelief.

“Like–like have s-sex?” You nodded timidly. Still puzzled by the idea, Jungkook could only lick his lips yet the words he wanted to truly ask came out, “Are you sure about it?”

Staring blankly at his dashboard, you mustered to pull a fake smile, “I am. As long as it’s you.”

In a dingy motel one hour away from your town, Both of you enter room 302.

All worries were suddenly erased and all Jungkook could feel was excitement. Finally, the girl of his dreams is offering herself to him. Who wouldn’t want that, right? For so long, the only way to relieve himself was to watch porn. A year of only making out and only being able to kiss your neck had now escalated to kissing your whole body. The feeling of being able to touch every part of you, naked and hair sprawled in the most uncomfortable bed, was only a sinful imagination.

“You’re a dream,” he softly giggles in between kisses on your abdomen. Slowly parting your legs, he briefly stops to look at you, “Can I taste you?”

You nod meekly, “Please be gentle…It’s my first time.”

You lied. It wasn’t your first time anymore but you would prefer to be treated better this time.

He smiled gently and proceeded to go down on you. Leaving a trail of chaste kisses along the inside of your thighs, the hairs on your body stood from the foreign feeling of intimacy. When his lips brushed along your dripping slit, his breath fanned over it, sending shivers down your spine. It’s crazy how he hasn’t done much yet and your body’s responding to everything he does.

Jungkook’s widened like that of a doe. He never thought you’d be this wet already when all he did was suck on your nipples fervently and trail his hands to your ass from time to time. Seeing how your boyfriend only watched your cunt in awe, you spread your legs apart further as an invitation.

“I’m all yours, Koo,” you mumble.

Meeting your gaze, he gulps, “O-okay.”

Lowering his head to your core at first, he parted your folds, coating his fingers with your slick. Years of watching porn yet he doesn’t know how to eat pussy but he tried. He left kitten licks on your clit, enough to earn a pleasurable moan from you. His low groans were muffled against your pussy as he devoured you, pulling your body closer to his face as you squirmed against his tongue.

Every squirm you make, your clit brushes on his nose, making your body jolt every now and then, “O-oh! it feels so good.”

Jungkook hums, the vibration adding more sensation against your pussy. He doesn’t even care if his face is covered with your arousal. If anything, he’s enjoying this even more than you were. Slowly, he adds one finger at first, then adds another one later on. You feel your walls stretching as he plunged his thick, long fingers inside.

“Won’t you cum for me?” he says with pride, knowing how close you already were.

“Jungkook I–” You stuttered breathlessly.

“Close?” His fingers continue abusing your needy hole, sending you over the edge.

“Mmm,” the knot in your stomach grew tighter with every curl of his fingers, hitting you in all the right spots you never knew existed. 

An overwhelming pleasure waved through your body, making your toes curl and see a swirl of galaxies. Your orgasm hasn't finished ripping through when Jungkook quickly flips your tired body around, raising your hips to his cock’s level.

Your forehead creased when you felt his hardened cock sliding along your sore cunt, a hint of horror crossing along with your features, “A-aren’t you going to put a c-condom on?”

He chuckled, “I wanna feel all of you for our first time.” 

Well, it did make sense. 

Jungkook hasn’t fully buried himself inside you but both of you were already groaning.

“You’re so tight, Y/N,” he hissed through gritted teeth, slowly stuffing your womb full. “Stay still for me, okay?”

Another inch of his length, and you shrieked in discomfort, making him cover your mouth in a hurry as he fully inserted himself balls deep. The feeling of your tight, velvet walls collapsing around his fat cock was more than divine for him – and that’s how he lost it.

Ramming inside of you senselessly, he had lost consciousness if you were comfortable with the position or with the way he was fucking you. You tried to reach for him from behind, but he only pinned your arms as he raw dogged you with little to no mercy. When you attempted to scream, he reached for your soaked underwear and shoved it into your mouth in hopes to shut you up.

Too bad Jungkook couldn’t see the panic-stricken look on your face when he’s too busy moaning and praising how great your pussy is in between moans with eyes shut tightly.

There was something familiar about him; how his scent brings you back to a certain memory, the way he gripped onto your skin deeply, and how the heat of his breath against your skin could cause a harsh burn.

You knew.

You just fucking knew.

“You like this, Jungkook?” You say with little to no emotion.

“God fucking yeah. Never in a million years did I ever expect the good girl to be a whore for me,” cockiness evident in his voice, he thinks his dirty talk is all that and more. “Can’t believe how your pussy is taking all of me, Y/N.”

“You feel so good baby,” he whispers lowly, “So, so good for me.”

You hummed, “So good like 2 months ago?”

Jungkook freezes instantly at the memory. He wasn't busy doing his paper when he never had one to begin with. All he did was patiently wait for you, and thought about that day was how he would get you the way he always wanted to – struggling, and well, immobile.

Although he is smartest and the most charismatic sweetheart everyone has ever met, the way his mind is wired is questionable. His parents knew that. The only way they can have control over their son who had bizarre urges was to raise him in a conservative way of life, hoping that prayers will heal their son’s impulses. 

In Jungkook’s defense, at least he remained a virgin and grew out of killing stray animals; That is why he was so infatuated with you. You were everything he wasn’t. Being with you made him a better person and even actually love life itself if that wasn’t cheesy enough to say.

His face contorted to what looked like a mix of confusion and guilt, “H-huh? What are you talking about? We’ve never had sex yet.” Trying to hide your smirk from forming, you had a hunch where this is going, “Did you cheat on me, Y/N? Huh? I– how could you!”

Bingo.

As expected, he'll gaslight you for a bit.

“But I would never cheat on you,” looking at him through your lashes, you whimpered, “Not when you’re my first time, Koo.”

“16th street alleyway. Don’t you remember?” You pushed further.

Jungkook’s breathing became irregular but the alarms in his head had already gone off even if he tried to look composed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I bet my pussy was tighter back then,” you pouted. “Don’t you like me anymore?”

“Y-Y/N that wasn’t me,” his demeanor was stoic, but god, did he want to flee. The thing about him is he isn't a good liar which is why his parents always found his shit out.

“But why do you look so guilty…Koo?” The way his nickname slipped out of your tongue sent shivers down his spine.

“Y/N I–”

“I thought I was already over it. I thought running away from my problem was enough. Turns out I’m never really getting over what happened to me.” Lifting your gaze at him, you held your knees close to your chest. “Do you even know how terrible I feel all these months?”

Jungkook really did love you and it’s breaking his heart seeing your lips quiver. There was no way he could lie his way out of this anymore. Not when his sleeping conscience is finally kicking in.

“Baby, I’m…I’m sorry,” he reached out for you and you let him. You let him embrace your naked and shaking body as he broke down. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. I’m just scared you’d leave me.”

Wrapping your arms around his crying, you soothed his head and left soft kisses on top, “It’s…it’s okay, Koo. We can keep it a secret.”

“I…I hurt you a lot and I–I love you so much,” he sobbed, even more, burying his head on his feet with so much repentance.

Such a rare sight to behold – Jeon Jungkook, your rapist, asking for forgiveness with sincerity.

“Calm down, everything will be okay.” You hushed him, slowly reaching for one of the dead lamps on the nightstand.

“But what if it doesn’t?“ he mumbled in between sobs, still not lifting his head out of shame. "I promise to make it up to you."

“Don't worry. It will,” Smashing the object on his head with all the force you could put out, Jungkook’s skull cracked open.

It must’ve been out of anger that you repeatedly bashed his head the way he did with you before. Once you were satisfied with his lifeless body, you giggled, “Well, it is now.”

Grabbing your phone to call 911, you looked at his body while humming a random melody as you waited for the other line to pick up, “I really liked you, Koo. Too bad you’re gone now.”

Maybe what happened to you was considered karma but you didn’t deserve it. You never did because you never gave your consent. 

After your call with 911 later, you’ll tell everyone Jungkook forced himself on you, and you had to do what you did out of self-defense.

Both of your parents will cry and extend their sympathies for how much you’ve suffered, and maybe his family will even help you financially if the guilt and shame are too much to bear. And your parents? They'll probably let you live your life because they felt a part of you was stripped off.

You’ll get away with this. 

Just like how Jimin suddenly disappeared after cheating on you. How you managed to pass a failing subject after your mouth was full of Namjoon, your favorite professor’s, cock. Or why you liked volunteering for church on a Wednesday just so Pastor Seokjin can watch you play with your pretty little cunt for him.

Pathological liars like you always do.

sat here waiting for all of the mafia!yoongi fics to come in.

i’ll wait.

I.N ⋆ I.N Log 6

It’s only been 30 minutes. You don’t have any stamina?

no cause i could full on see him doing this

boyfriend Chan asking you to join him in the shower whenever he can.

Vibes fr