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Maybe its the Full Moon?

To get your day done right, read a really story oriented smut that I wrote while on sleeping medicine! It’s actually pretty alright. Message me or reblog if you want more supernatural!AU for BTS! 

It was cold in the house.

You were always cold now-a-days.

Ever since Jimin left you were freezing, in your heart and in your body. There was no light and nothing to keep you warm.

No matter how many blankets you had, you still shivered, because none of them were him.

You watched the snow fall down from the sky in a beautifully horrible manner. It made you remember the boy who loved to run through the fields during the summer with you. As well as during the winter.

Park Jimin was your best friend since childhood. Since his parents passed away when he was young, yours had taken him in. Your parents were friends when they were younger as well and decided that Jimin would be treated like one of their own. Except that they always teased the two of you would get married in the future. Your mother would giggled and tease Jimin and say that he would be waiting for you at the end of the aisle one day. Being children you laughed at her and say no way, but as you grew, you noticed something very different about Jimin.

Especially once he hit puberty and turned into a massive wolf.

Yes, Park Jimin was a werewolf.

You remember his wolf form being beautiful and strong, and incredibly fast. Although it was hard for him to live in the small village of your birth. He always had to hide his abilities and try not to get angry in front of anyone.

Jimin was well tempered normally, but if anyone ever hurt you, then there was going to be hell to pay and you knew that well. You tried your best to always be kind to everyone so they would never find a reason to pick on you for fear of Jimin lunging at them, revealing the secret of his true identity.

You always thought of Jimin during the winter, because he was so warm. He'd always find a reason to sneak into your bed at night to keep you nice and toasty. He liked how cold you were because that made him feel a little less sweaty at night. Jimin would always steal your hands and place them on his forehead to make sure that his temperature would stay at a comfortable level.

The two of you used to make jokes about him being a God of Fire and you being a Goddess of Ice.

But eventually, as all young people do, Jimin started yearning for adventure.

"Maybe we could travel here one day, Jagi?"

He would say in the cutest voice ever. You'd always respond the same way.

"Maybe, Oppa."

One day, six boys showed up on your door step with Jimin in their midst. They introduced themselves as Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook. They were werewolves as well. However they were a little different than normal werewolves. They were nomads. They moved from place to place to keep their identities safe as well as their heritage.

The boys were very kind and always made sure that Jimin came home safe and sound. It all worked swimmingly, Jimin got to hang out with members of his own kind and they earned another member of their pack, and you got to have Jimin home with you at the end of the day.

However, these happy days couldn't last. And you remember the day that it all ended...

-_-_-_-_-

It was raining again.

You knew Jimin would be out frolicking with his fellow pack mates while they fought and had their fun. You missed hanging out with the cute little boy that had filled your childhood with nothing but good memories. But you knew he was happy where he was, and you had to respect that he was a little different than you.

And by a little you meant a lot.

A few hours passed and you noticed the rain was only getting worse. You decided you were going to call him. Just as you pressed the call button, Jimin stumbled through the door stoic and soaked to the bone.

"Jimin-oppa!" you yelped, running over to him quickly. His face was dark and that worried you. What had happened? Was he alright?

"___-ah," he breathed, bringing you into his arms in a bone crushing hug. You gasped at his strength and tapped his arm, desperate for air. Jimin seemed to noticed because his death grip loosened, but his arms still remained firm around your body.

"What's going on? Why are you so late? Why do you look so sad?" you asked, sick with worry. Jimin huffed and pulled back from you, pulling his shirt over his head. It wasn't uncommon for him to take off various items of clothing, seeing as how he was always so warm.

"They asked me to go with them," he said, tossing his shirt in the laundry basket. Your heart stopped as you stared at the back of the boy that used to cling to you during thunderstorms. The boy who ran through fields of daisies with you until you both collapsed in giggles. The boy who would do anything to stay by your side.

"And what did you say?" you asked, walking into his room tentatively.

"I said no," you gasped and smacked him on the back roughly causing him to whip around and face you. "Aish! What the hell was that for?" he asked, looking at you with curiosity and annoyance.

"Why the hell did you say no? Don't you understand what will happen to you if you stay here? Someone is going to find you at some point and I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you," you whispered, placing your hands on his face gently, caressing his cheeks with affection.

He grabbed your hands and put them at your sides. "I had to say no, I can't leave you here alone. Your parents would kill me. I have a duty to you first," he said with indignation. Your heart swelled and you brought him into your arms.

"Jimin-oppa, you know how dangerous it is for you when the full moon comes out. And I don't even want to think about what happens when you leave for that week during mating season. You mean so much to me, but you aren't safe if you stay here," you murmured into his warm skin.

"You're not safe if I leave you here alone," he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist. You sighed and held onto him as if it was going to be the last time you ever did.

"I'll be fine, you know I will. I'll tell mom and dad what happened, they'll understand. Perhaps I can get one of my friends to stay here with me until I can move in with mom and dad, yeah? I'll stay safe. Don't you worry, everything will be alright. Please, go with them, live free like you should," you whispered, trying to keep your composure.

His grip became tighter around you but you didn't protest this time. You let him hold you as tightly as he could. You tried to memorize everything about him. The way his back sloped downwards in an attractive manner. The way his eyes twinkled with joy. The daisies of your youth.

Anything you could think of you tried to remember it and make it as solid in your memory as your name.

"Call them and tell them you changed your mind. Alright? Go with them, and promise me you'll be happy," you said, trying so desperately to keep the tears from falling.

You knew this day was going to come. But why did it have to be today? Why couldn't it be next week? Why couldn't it be next year?

Why did he have to leave at all?

You knew that he would be safer with his own kind, but it still killed you inside when you thought of waking up in a cold room on a winter morning. When you wouldn't have someone to bake for.

Finally the tears fell and Jimin could feel your body shaking with the emotion that you had been bottling up for the past weeks.

They had been dropping subtle hints to him about leaving, even when you were around. They weren't doing it to be malicious, but they knew just as you did that Jimin had to go with them. He would be infinitely safer on the move than stagnant.

"Don't cry Jagi, I'll come and visit you. Or we can meet up somewhere... Or I could stay here with you until we're old... We'll be so old together, doesn't that sound fun? You could whack me with your cane as you try to get around the house," Jimin said, thinking of a future that could never be.

"Call them," you said, pulling back from your embrace and wiping your tears away, covering them with a smile. "Call them or I will... You know you have to go, we both knew you would have to at some point. That's alright, oppa," you said, smiling despite the pain that was throbbing in your heart.

Jimin did as you asked and picked up the phone.

"Hyung? Yeah, it's me. You haven't left yet, right?"

The sound of his voice trailed off as he walked into his room and shut the door, leaving you out in the kitchen alone. You tried to find something to occupy your time with, but nothing seemed to stand out to you. All you wanted to do was cling to Jimin and beg him not to go, but you knew that in your heart this was the right thing to do. He would be happier off adventuring and doing things that he loves. Not stuck in a town where he has to be afraid to be himself.

"Jagi...? Are you still crying?" he asked, walking over and resting his hand on your shoulder. You shook your head and placed a hand on his forearm.

"When are you leaving?" you asked, wanting to know how long you had before he was ripped from your life.

"Namjoon-hyung said they would be over in a few minutes," Jimin trailed off, looking at the floor. Despair hung in the air like a wet cloth and you both felt weighted by the realization that you two would be living without one another for the first time in sixteen years.

"I see, you caught them just in time then. That's good," you whispered, trying so hard to keep yourself together, even though you were falling apart inside. Jimin had been your rock for so many years. Keeping you smiling during the hard times and making the good times even better.

The two of you went to the couch and simply hung onto each other like your lives depended on it.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Jimin's head peaked up and the two of you stared at each other. There was finality in the air as you approached the door.

You opened it to reveal the six boys you had grown to care for as well over the past months. You gestured for them to come inside and they did so, taking off their shoes politely at the door as usual. Jimin gave them all a hug as they celebrated their newest pack member. You watched from afar as the younger pack members jumped about and howled.

"We're sorry to take him from you like this, but you know what will happen if he stays," Jin, the oldest member of the pack said, approaching you with a sad smile on his face. You nodded and kept your eyes trained on Jimin, trying to memorize every piece of him.

"I understand that he has to go with you, but it still feels like I'm loosing a member of my family as well... Because we've grown up together, he means so much to me... But he'll be happier with you all, I know he will," you whispered, fighting the burning sensation in your eyes. Jin wrapped his arms around you in a firm hug that gave you a sort of comfort that you knew Jimin wouldn't be able to give you.

"I will do everything I can to keep him safe and bring him back to you once more, I promise I will do everything in my power to bring him home again," he whispered in your ear. You let out a choked sob into his shoulder and hung onto him like a life line.

"Please keep him safe. Please, please keep him safe. Whatever you do, keep Jimin safe from harm," you begged into Jin's shoulder. He rubbed your back and pulled you away to wipe your eyes.

"Come on everyone, night is going to be over soon and we need to get going before the hunters head out for their early escapades," he said with a demanding voice. You knew Jin wasn't a very tough personality, but he was the oldest and the whole pack respected their hyung.

The boys began to head for you, hugging you one by one and whispering apologies and promises into your ear before heading for their shoes. Jimin approached you and picked you up and held onto you tightly. The other pack members looked at the two of you with remorse and guilt. Knowing they were tearing up another pack of its own. The two of you were closer than anything and the thought of him leaving you was enough to kill you. But you had to be strong for Jimin, you couldn't be weak after he left. You had to keep living.

"Jimin-oppa... I'm going to miss you," you whispered against his neck. Jimin rubbed your back and nodded.

"I'm going to miss you too, please, stay safe," he breathed, keeping his arms locked around you.

The two of you wouldn't even be able to contact each other. They were going to places where phones weren't going to be good and if they did rival packs could trace them back to you. And that would be dangerous for you.

"I'll stay safe for you, and when you come home, I'll have your favorite meal waiting hot on the table, along with mom and dad smiling too. So you go and be happy, I'll see you soon," you whimpered, feeling the floodgates open and sobs wrack your body. Jimin seemed to react in a similar way because you felt tears on your shoulder. He had always been emotional since he was a child, and you were glad that was a trait that had stuck with him to adulthood.

You sneaked a look up at the fellow young men that were standing in your doorway. They all have guilt etched across their faces, knowing that your heart was breaking. Jimin sniffled and continued to hang onto you.

"I look forward to it, stay safe Jagi, be good." With that, he pulled away and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead before grabbing his shoes and walking out of the door, leaving you in the dimly lit kitchen while the rain poured down outside.

-_-_-_-_-

You fought the tears that had fallen far too many times at that memory. It had been three years since that night and you knew Jimin was probably happier now than he's ever been.

The day was calling and you set your feet on the ground before dragging yourself out of bed. You were a nurse now and you finally had a day off. You'd been on call for the past week and you found it easier to just stay at the hospital instead of making the hour drive home. A couple friends that you had made at the hospital offer you a couch or a bed during those times, to make sure that you would at least be comfortable.

However, nothing quite felt like your bed at home. And nothing felt like your bed unless Jimin was sharing it with you.

You always thought of Jimin whenever winter arrived, and now was no different. You saw his smile in the sun that rose over the white landscape. You saw his dark eyes in your morning coffee.

The memories hurt, but they were better than feeling nothing at all, which is how you felt a majority of the time. You liked your work, because helping people was a useful skill at least, and if you got hurt at home you knew how to fix it. You had been studying to be a surgical tech for the past nine months and clinicals were coming up so you had to hit the books extra hard for the time being.

Your parents knew you were struggling without Jimin with you, but they never showed up for a visit or anything of the like. Jimin had reached out to you twice in the past years, and once was a post card from Japan, and the other was a voicemail on your cell phone.

You remember every word he said to this very second.

"Hello Jagi! It's been too long since I've heard your voice. I miss you a lot. I'm safe, and I'm doing well! Please, don't be sad! I'll see you sooner than you think! Bye!"

You still had it on your phone and it was from a year ago. You didn't get a new phone purely because you knew that you would loose that voicemail from so long ago. But his voice was so sweet and pure that you could cry.

However, time for reminiscing was over. It was time to study.

You grabbed your books and continued on the chapter you had been working on for a few days, and the hours began to tick by.

Before you knew it, night had fallen and it was dark in your home.

You left the book open on the table and crawled back to bed.

It was still cold.

Because Jimin wasn't there to share it with you.

-_-_-_-_-

It was almost two o'clock in the morning and you were awoken by furious banging at your front door. It could be one of your friends from the hospital coming to get you for a late night at work. So you gathered your things and went to answer the door in your silky pajamas.

"Yes, what is it-Taehyung! What are you doing here?" you squeaked, seeing the man who now had much lighter brown hair then the last time you'd seen him and more scars on his hands. He looked older. Tired.

"____. It's Jimin, we need your help," he breathed, looking distressed. Your heart dropped to your stomach at his tone but you remained as composed as you could.

"What's wrong? Where is he? And were are the others?" you asked, looking past him.

"They're trying to get Jimin out of the car safely. We couldn't carry him all the way without making his injuries even worse."

Injuries?

Making them worse?

"Taehyung you tell me right now what happened," you growled, grabbing him by the jacket collar. He gripped your hands and pried them off before looking behind him.

"Hyungs!" you looked where his eyesight was directed and you almost threw up at the sight.

Jimin was covered in blood and bruises. His hyungs were carefully carrying him up the driveway and towards the house. You fought the urge to scream, instead, your nursing instinct kicked in.

"Taehyung, can you drive?" you asked, running to get a note pad.

"Yeah I can why?" he asked, following you to the kitchen.

"I need these items, go to this store, they should still be open. It's an emergency pharmacy that's open at all hours," you said, handing him your wallet.

"___-ah! What are you doing?" Taehyung questioned while you pushed him towards the door.

"Hurry up, now! Go! I don't have everything I need here, so get your ass in gear and go!" you yelled, pushing him out the door and running to the bedroom to make preparations for Jimin. You grabbed towels and a bowl of warm water, placing hydrogen peroxide in the steel bowl and leaving a wash cloth in there to soak. You also went and grabbed all of the bandages you could find. You set the towels down on the bed in a hastened manner, hearing their footsteps drawing closer.

"___-ah! Where is Taehyung going?" You heard Namjoon's voice from the doorway.

"I need him to get me some medical supplies! Bring him in here," you shouted, grabbing more bandages and scissors to cut his clothing with. You also found another bottle of hydrogen peroxide that you knew you were going to need. The familiar coppery scent of blood wafted through the room and you felt sick, but not because of the smell, because of who it belonged to.

"Jin-hyung, close the door behind you," Hoseok said before helping Jungkook and Namjoon rest Jimin on the bed. Jimin was unconscious and bleeding really badly. You noticed that his hair was blonde now and it was almost the color of his coat when he was in his wolf state.

"Jimin-oppa," you breathed, reaching out for the man whom you hadn't seen in years. His hair was blonde, similar to what is was in his wolf form and he looked stronger, a lot more lean as well. The years had aged him. Just as they had done to you.

"Is there anything you can do for him?" Namjoon asked, giving you a serious look.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, trying to figure out where to start. "What happened to him? What are you all doing back here? I need answers to give him proper treatment," you stated, grabbing the bowl with water and hydrogen peroxide in it. You dabbed it on the smaller wounds and watched it fizz, disinfecting the area afflicted.

"We were coming back to visit you, as a surprise for your birthday coming up. Jimin practically demanded we come back since we were in the area already. But, what we didn't know what that there was a rival pack that had been hunting us down and doing surveillance. I guess one of them caught wind of you, and how you and Jimin had grown up together. Making him a 'tame' wolf. That's what they call wolves who weren't raised by werewolf families or a pack... They mentioned hunting you down and devouring you, or forcing you to be their mate... Not that we would ever let that happen. Jimin snapped and lunged for the leader. Seeing as how he's not an alpha wolf yet, it was a brutal fight," Jin said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking out of the window.

"Those assholes," you murmured, continuing to dab the wounds with a tenderness only you could possess for the young man.

"They also cheated, more than one attacked Jimin-hyung at once. Without giving fair warning. No snarls or growls. It was a cheap shot," Jungkook growled before resting his head on the bed beside Jimin and then he seemed to whimper like a pup who was scared. You reached over and placed your hand on his head to try an ease his worry. Jungkook leaned into your touch and rested his head on your knee, giving you ample room to work on Jimin's wounds.

You looked for the fabric scissors and saw them on the table. "Yoongi-oppa, can you hand me those scissors? I need to cut his shirt and pants off," you said, looking back down at his body with worry.

Yoongi was quick to comply and handed you the cold metal tool in an instant. You nodded your thanks and began cutting his shirt off in delicate strips.

The blood was thick and congealing in globs, trying to clot itself to save Jimin's life, but all was proving futile. The wounds were severe and you weren't sure if you had the expertise to help Jimin properly. But you knew you were his only chance at survival at this point. You couldn't take him to a hospital. These kinds of injuries would surely cause suspicious and Jimin's temperature would be more of a concern as well.

Except now, Jimin's temperature was dropping, and fast. This concerned your more than anything. He was a wolf, so he was going to be much warmer than any human. A temperature of ninety-eight point six would prove to be detrimental to a werewolf. Their normal body temperature rests around one hundred and eight to one hundred and fifteen depending on age.

"His temperature is dropping quickly. We need something to warm him up once he's clean," you mumbled, trying to think of something to help him. An idea popped into your head, "Hoseok-Oppa, there's a heating blanket in the front closet by the door. Go out there and get if for me please. Jungkook see if Taehyung has gotten to the pharmacy yet," you ordered, quickly getting back to Jimin's condition.

The youngest member of the pack was quick to obey your order and ran out of the room towards the front door, his elder following him at a fast pace. Finally, Jimin's shirt was off and you could see the damage here. You gasped at the deep claw marks that marred his skin and you could feel the familiar burning of tears flooding your eyes.

"Don't. Just try and see if you can fix him before you already give up," Yoongi said, staring at you with a hard glare. You sniffled and wiped your eyes and grabbed the wash cloth and began wiping away the blood. Namjoon even came over and began to help you, grabbing a separate wash cloth and dabbing at the wounds towards his shoulders and neck area.

The work went faster with two people putting effort towards the result, so you decided to put your oppa's to work.

"Yoongi-oppa, whenever you notice the bowl getting too red, can you take it from us and clean it out and bring back a new bowl of water with hydrogen peroxide it in? That would be extremely helpful," you asked, giving him a pleading look. Yoongi nodded in a lethargic way, but you knew he would do what you asked if it meant helping one of his pack members. "Jin-oppa, can you take these scissors and carefully start removing Jimin-oppa's pants. Be careful that you don't actually cut his skin," you said, holding out the bloodied scissors to the oldest pack member. Jin nodded and took the scissors without a second glance, getting to work immediately.

Soon, everyone was doing some form of work. Namjoon and you were cleaning Jimin's wounds as fast as you could. Jungkook was searching your drawers for some of Jimin's old clothes, praying that they would still fit after three years of time passing. Taehyung called and said he got double of everything, maybe three if you wrote it in bold. He also said that he paid, because it wasn't your fault that Jimin was in this state. It was there's for not controlling their underling. Yoongi was very attentive, taking the bowl away and replacing it with fresh water and peroxide when he saw fit. Jin was almost done with Jimin's pants, leaving the wounds untouched. You gave a quick thought about him being a nurse as well, with how efficient he was in doing the task you had asked of him.

Jungkook came in with some sweatpants and new boxers that you had kept in a drawer in your room incase you ever found a need for them. He set them on the side table. Hoseok followed him in with the heated blanket you asked from him. You smiled and told Jungkook to come help Yoongi, preparing a new bowl before you had need of it would be the most efficient way to clean. So then you wouldn't have to wait for Yoongi to clean and fill the previous bowl. So the men had a sort of assembly line going. Yoongi would take the dirty bowl and hand you the new clean one while Jungkook worked on the cleaning and refilling of the next bowl. Normally by the time Jungkook was done cleaning and refilling you were ready for the next bowl anyways.

Hoseok was still waiting on Taehyung, saying that he was still in the store.

You and Namjoon worked down Jimin's body, cleaning and inspecting his wounds. His upper torso had three deep gash wounds that you knew would need stitches. His shoulder was dislocated and you were fairly certain that he had a few broken ribs. You hadn't even had a chance to look at his legs yet. All the while, Jimin's temperature kept dropping.

"He feels really cold. He's starting to feel more like noona," Jungkook said, placing his hand on Jimin's forehead. Your head snapped up and you ran for the kitchen quickly. You grabbed a hot water bottle that you had kept there for period reasons and filled it up with steaming hot water. After it was full you darted back into the room and placed the water bottle underneath Jimin's neck, hoping that it wouldn't shock his system, but keep him warm enough to hold out until you could get him under the blanket.

Finally you and Namjoon reached his legs and began the cleaning process all over again. Taehyung had arrived not soon after with all you had asked for. He even grabbed some sheets that were on sale.

Nice snag.

The two of you who were cleaning worked fast and evaluated the situation. Jimin had bad bruising on his lower left calf, possibly a severe strain. The guys assured you that it wouldn't take long for that to heal, but rather focus on the more prominent injuries. He had a bad gash on his right thigh, but other than that, his legs were mainly just dirty and bruised. You and Namjoon cleaned away, making sure that no inch of him was left bloodied and dirt covered. Taehyung and Yoongi were working on setting up a table for you that had all of the equipment that you required, while Hoseok cleaned all of your equipment. You were hoping to get your surgical technician license early next year and that gave you the confidence you needed to continue. That and you knew that without your help, Jimin would likely be dead.

Taehyung and Jin worked together to flip Jimin onto his good side, careful as to not disturb any of the deeper wounds on his chest and his dislocated shoulder. You stared at his back. It was broad and muscled. If it wasn't covered with blood and dirty you were certain you would be drooling. However, there was a deep cut in his lower back causing you great concern. Namjoon and you both cleaned it delicately as you had the rest of his battered form. You watched in remorse as the wound kept bleeding profusely.

You had to stitch it up and you had to do it now.

Without much more thought you jumped up and ran to the sink and washed off your hands, pouring hydrogen peroxide onto your skin to sterilize it the best you could. After that you snatched some latex gloves from a box under your skin in the bathroom and threw those on, making sure you didn't touch anything before you got to Jimin's body. Taehyung was already waiting with the curved needle and thread, handing you your needle driver's that you had been using for practice. Yoongi had filled a surgical syringe with hydrogen peroxide and water, hopefully creating a make shit flush. You had to work fast.

"Jungkook and Taehyung, hold Jimin on his side and keep him there. If he wakes up during this process then you'll need to keep him still as you can. Make sure to avoid his major injuries," you ordered. The young pack members were quick to listen and did as you instructed. "Namjoon-oppa, grab a flashlight for me as well as a mask." Namjoon left the room to grab what you had requested. "Yoongi-oppa, be ready to flush out the wound when I say so," Yoongi nodded and went to grab a bowl to mix enough of the solution in so he didn't have to run to the sink constantly during the procedure. Namjoon came back and placed the mask on your face so you didn't have to touch anything. After placing the mask on you, he turned the flashlight on and aimed it directly at Jimin's wound. "Hoseok-oppa, be ready to grab bandages for me once I'm done suturing his wound. Jin-oppa, would you assist me?" you asked, looking to the oldest member. Jin nodded and stalked to the bathroom to clean his hands as well.

Everyone was in position, now you just had to get this right. The depth of the stitches and how many you put in were very important. You assessed the damage and decided the best way to approach the injury. You had the would parallel to you and you told Yoongi to flush it. He did so and the wound was patted dry by Jin. Finally, you were ready to begin. You reached forward punctured the skin, working the thread through the skin and then tying the knot. You did this repeatedly, asking for patting and flushing throughout the procedure.

Soon, you were looking at a closed wound. Yoongi flushed it once more before Jin patted it dry and Hoseok came forward to apply bandages to it. The most serious injury was dealt with and now you could continue your work on the rest of his body.

All of you stayed up until around mid afternoon, working desperately to clean and sterilize all of Jimin's wounds and reset his shoulder. Also helping with his ribs.

Everyone was asleep and you were finishing up cleaning Jimin's face. He had a small cut on his lip that you cleaned and there was also a cut on his eyebrow that you were tending to. His temperature was at a stable level for now and you all could finally take a breather. The boys had tried to convince you to sleep, but you knew it would all be a fruitless effort. It was the first time you were seeing Jimin in a very long time and you wanted to see how these years had effected him. You saw scars that weren't there when he left and his whole body seemed foreign to you. Something inside of you, though, recognized him. It was your little Mochi Jimin that had ran through fields of flowers with you all throughout your childhood.

Although now he looked much different from when the two of you were younger. His face was much more chiseled. Dare you say he looked even better than when he left...?

You ran your fingers through his hair and noticed that it was super soft... There was no way he could've dyed it this color without some sort of damage... Did it change color as he got older? How the hell did that work? You noticed that Yoongi and Jungkook's hair had changed as well. Taehyung's also.

There was a knock at the door that startled you from your thoughts. "Come in," you said, wondering who wanted your attention right now. Yoongi walked through the door and shut it behind him. You swallowed hard and bit your lip, trying not to get nervous around your elder.

He walked slowly towards you, dropping to his knees in front of you and grabbing your free hand. You were shocked by the display. It was one of sheer submission and the thought of the second oldest member of the pack bowing his head to you was something out of a story book.

"Thank you for saving, Jimin-ah. We took him from you three years ago and you never argued. You didn't complain. You accepted that he had to come with us and you let him go. Thank you for fixing our mistake. We are all gravely sorry that we broke our promise to you to keep him safe. We all promised that he wouldn't get hurt and we brought him to your door step half dead and you simply helped up. We can't ever than you enough," he said, pressing your hand to his forehead.

You took your hand from his and placed it on his head in a soothing manner, combing your fingers through his hair much like you had to Jimin when he was younger and having a fit. Yoongi instantly relaxed and became appeased at the motions.

"Of course I will help you, any of you. If you ever need me, I'll be here to help you through whatever I can. If Jimin trusts you, then I trust you. If Jimin loves you, I love you. You'll always have a home here with me. All of you. You can stop listening through the door now," you teased, lifting your head and watching the door creak open to reveal two teary eyed men and three crying children.

Hoseok surged forward and took you in his arms, careful not to hit Jimin or Yoongi.

"Oh, ___-ah! We care for you as well! You're one of our most treasured friends!" he said, sniffling with tears running down his face. Jungkook and Taehyung followed suit right after, grabbing a free part of your body and hung onto it, crying and sniffling like little boys. Their older hyungs came forward and kneeled similar to Yoongi and showed you their appreciation. You smiled at their devotion to you and their love for their fellow pack member. You fought back tears and gave them each a long hug.

"Thank you for doing all you can for him, we know it was hard for you to see him like that," Namjoon said, resting his hand on your shoulder. You nodded in acknowledgment and gave him a smile, easing the tension in the room.

Hoseok offered to help you give Jimin a bath, seeing as how there was no way in hell you were doing it alone. The two of you carefully brought two large bowls of water and sponged him clean. You leaving for a small portion while Hoseok cleaned his, uh, other parts. After that you were free to wash him your self. It was just his hair that you needed to do and you could tell that Hoseok needed to rest some more.

You sat there with Jimin's head hover in your lap delicately, placed strategically over a bowl of warm water to wash with. You worked hard to get all of the dirt and leaves out of his now blonde hair, hoping that the blood that was stuck to it wouldn't have stained it. You really enjoyed this new color on him. Thankfully it all washed out and his hair was left nice and clean for him. You carefully towel dried it, making sure that it wouldn't be uncomfortable for him when he woke up.

A yawn shook your body and you knew that you needed to get some sleep. You'd been up for almost twelve hours and you were running on maybe two hours of restless sleep prior to that. You set Jimin up in bed to as where he wouldn't hurt his shoulder that was in a sling, thankfully there from where you hurt your forearm a few months back. You checked his head and he was warm to you, which was a good thing. The boys would come check him soon enough and before you knew it, you were falling into a peaceful sleep on the bed next to Jimin.

You slept better than you had in years.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been a week, and Jimin hadn't woken up.

Fear gripped everyone's hearts, and no one could determine why he wasn't waking up. You had set up a nutrient drip for him that would keep him alive for the time being, and you checked his vitals frequently throughout the day.

All of the boys got a lesson in emergency medicine if you had to go out for something and Jimin's condition took a sudden turn.

If worst came to worst, they were to call an ambulance for their friend.

It was only if there was no chance of survival.

You prayed that you would never have to call those dreaded numbers, and so far you hadn't had to do any of that.

Jimin's temperature was fine and his wounds were healing up nicely due to his accelerated healing as a werewolf. You even took out some of the smaller sutures earlier in the day. You were fairly certain that most of the smaller wounds weren't going to scar, but his larger ones were more likely to leave a mark.

The boys were impatient. They weren't used to staying in one place for so long like you and Jimin were. You were surprised they lived here for a few months by the way they were acting now.

Would this be how Jimin acted when he woke up? Would he be more interested in the outside world than what's inside your tiny house? The thought left a sour taste in your mouth and you decided that you should go check on Jimin once again.

Right before you laid your hand on the door, an arm reached our and snatched your wrist in a tight grip. You looked back and noticed that it was Taehyung. You eyed him curiously and tried to get your wrist back. He had a very stern look on his face, something that was unusual for the younger male. Even though he was only younger than you by a month.

"Taehyung, what's going on...?" you asked, giving him a weird look.

"Have you eaten yet today?" he grilled, looking at your form. You sighed and shook your head.

What was the point in eating if you were going to have to drop it in a moments notice to go save someone's lives?

No wonder nurses are either skinner or overweight. You either eat it all at once or you didn't eat at all...

Taehyung seemed to be frustrated as he led you to the kitchen. He threw open the fridge door and grabbed an orange and peeled it, shoving the pieces into your mouth and waiting for you to chew and swallow before handing you another piece. After that he force fed you a granola bar, then making you drink an entire bottle of water.

The other boys giggled at how he was treating you, but they knew what he was doing was necessary. You weren't taking caring of yourself. Instead you were focused on keeping everyone else healthy and happy. Although, no one can be cared for if you pass out from malnutrition.

You smiled at Tae and patted his head, pinching his cheek in an endearing way, hoping that you would see that goofy smile that fit his face much better than the broodish look he was wearing now. Just like clock work Tae's face lit up and he giggled a little, booping your nose in response. The mood was lighter and you all felt a little bit better.

After eating something you seemed to get a little brighter yourself and you walked in to check Jimin's vitals.

Pulse?

Normal.

Temperature?

Warm, to you.

Bandages?

Clean, just changed them.

Hair?

Clean, washed it yesterday.

Blood pressure?

Little low, but he's been laying down for an extended period of time so it makes sense.

Everything checked out. He was still fine. You sighed and sat down beside him, running your fingers in his hair. It had become a comfort for you, feeling his presences and being able to touch him again. If you slept at all, you slept in here with him. No one challenged you on it, and no one tried to stop you.

Later on that night, the boys had been out checking the perimeter.

Hoseok went out twenty miles with Jin and Taehyung.

Namjoon went out ten miles with Jungkook and Yoongi. They hadn't returned yet, but you knew they would. Getting out of the house was good for those hooligans. Being cooped up all day made them get anxious, and you could tell. The boys felt like sitting ducks in this house. There was no where to hide, no good leverage point and worst of wall, their comatose pack member was helpless in the bed and there was no way they were going to leave him behind. So getting out and checking everything made them feel a little safer. You as well. There wasn't a chance in hell you would survive a werewolf attack and everyone knew that. Jimin was in no condition to do anything. It would be six against however many decided they wanted to fight, and those odds weren't good ones.

Soon you heard the boys coming home. The howls were distinct and short, letting you know it was really them coming and not another pack. You walked into the kitchen to check on dinner and it was done. You set out the plates and made sure that everything was set up so they could eat. They were always hungry when they transformed out of wolf form, so you made sure there was a hearty meal set out.

The door opened an all hell broke loose.

Jungkook was bleeding.

Namjoon barely had his pants on.

Taehyung was hyperventilating.

Yoongi was deathly quiet.

Hoseok was crying.

Jin looked pissed off.

You immediately went to Jungkook to find it was just a superficial cut that was bleeding a lot. Must've cut a big vein or something along those lines. It was already healing so you simply cleaned the cut best you could and let the process go naturally.

Next you calmed Taehyung down, rubbing his back and telling him to take deep breaths in and out, telling Namjoon to show him how to breathe while you comforted Hoseok. The older man shook like a leaf in your embrace and you wondered what the hell happened. You took Yoongi's hand for a moment while still holding Hoseok and gave him a questioning look. He simply squeezed your hand and looked at the floor gravely.

Jin turned to you and bit his lip, trying to figure out what to say.

"Just tell me what I need to do," you said, trying to make it easier.

The oldest member looked at you and sighed, rubbing his face in frustration, "You need to get the fuck out of here, and fast."

Your heart stopped.

What?

Leave?

"You know I can't do that, Jimin still needs me, the wound on his back still hasn't fully healed. He also isn't off his IV drip yet," you said defensively, letting Hoseok go.

"There's going to be a bloodbath here, and we can't do shit to stop it. We need to pack up our shit and leave. Grab Jimin and put him in the back of a car or van and take him with us. But we can't stay here, we'll all die if we do," Yoongi said, pulling you to face him.

Namjoon stepped forward. "The pack that tried to kill Jimin. They figured out where we went and they confronted us when we regrouped to head back here. One of their youngest members attacked Jungkook which started a standoff. They said we had till tomorrow to get the fuck out of here or we were all dead. Starting with you," he said, throwing his shirt on.

You swallowed hard and thought about the situation you were in. You all had to get out before tomorrow, or you were dead.

"Alright. You guys want to eat dinner before it gets cold?" you asked, walking over and starting to set the table. They all eyed you curiously.

"We just told you we're fucking dead if we don't get out of here and you want us to eat? What the hell is wrong with you!?" Taehyung screamed, trying to keep himself under control.

You gave them all a sad smile. "You all have to get out. Take Jimin with you and take care of him. I'll stay here, hopefully that will keep them here so you guys can get a head start," you stated, already plating some of the food.

Jin came by and ripped the plate from your hand, throwing it onto the ground, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you against the counter.

"Are you being stupid? You're not staying here. You're good as dead if we leave you and Jimin will never forgive us for that," he growled. Yoongi and Hoseok were quick to come to your aid, pulling Jin off of you. Jin huffed and tried to calm down himself.

Everyone was looking like they were ready to fight you on this matter. You could either back down and go with them, or fight them and keep them safe.

You didn't wait three years to give up.

"I won't go with you, I refuse. If you do anything else it's kidnapping. If you try to take me with you I'll find a drug store, find pills and jump in a bathtub. Don't test me on this. I'll die either way," you said, starting to clean up the broken plate. Hoseok ushered you away from the sharp shrapnel and started cleaning it up himself.

Jungkook looked at you with a torn expression. "There's really nothing we can do is there? You won't come with us?" he asked, sounding like he was about to burst into tears.

You shook your head and walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"You're such a good boy, Jungkook-ah. Continue to be good. You'll be a strong pack leader one day, remember that," you whispered, soothing the shaking boy.

"Don't say goodbye, goodbyes are permanent," Yoongi said, giving you a side glance. All of the pack members except the eldest came over and put their arms around you, hoping for an answer. Hoping that someone would think of a miracle to get you all out of this nightmare alive.

Jin stood up and whirled around, looking at everyone with a firm stare.

The room went dead silent.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with your breath.

"We're going to stay with ____-ah, and we're going to fight," he said with a firm tone.

Yoongi was the first to speak.

"You heard them, how the hell are we going to fight off eight of them when there are six of us? They're all older as well. They have much more experience fighting than any of us do," he said, rubbing his face with his hands. Jin stared at him and then at you.

"Don't give up before you've even tried. We can do it if we stick together and work together. There's nothing we can't do if we work together. If we're going to die, we're going to do it together. Together, or not at all."

Everyone took the weight of their leader's words.

Maybe it wasn't impossible.

Maybe you could do it.

If you did it together... Who was to say you couldn't do it?

-_-_-_-_-_-

The sun rose, and all of you were waiting.

No one dared to breath and no one could barely blink.

Everyone was in position.

Jin and Jungkook were stationed outside of the house. They were the most strategic fighters and they were the strongest out of everyone.

Namjoon and Yoongi were waiting throughout the house with different plans.

If anyone got close to the cellar, which is where you were hiding with Jimin, Yoongi would do his best to fight them off. He was a very different kind of fighter. No one really knew his exact style and that threw a lot of people off their game. He was their wild card and it was a good place to put him. Namjoon was towards the front, back up if Jin and Jungkook needed him or if Yoongi needed him.

Hoseok and Taehyung were setting up different traps around the house. Gasses and bear traps would be enough to slow them down and make them weak when they got to the house, but they knew it wouldn't stop them. They would be look outs and join up with whoever needed them when they needed it.

You sat quietly in the dark cellar with Jimin by your side. His stitches were out and he was more or less recovered... But he still hadn't woken up or done anything of the like. You were sick with worry, but you had to stay strong for everyone else, because they were just as scared as you were. There was a gun strapped to your thigh. If all else failed you were to aim and shoot. Don't have any regard for the life, protect your own, is was Namjoon advised to you. You weren't certain you could take a life, regardless if they were trying to end your own. But you could do anything to save Jimin.

He meant everything to you.

A strange feeling settled in your stomach. It wasn't nerves or anything like that. It was more of a dread. Like you wanted to say something that you knew you couldn't, or like it would never be heard.

Wanting to tell someone something, and never being able to tell them.

It was the situation that you were put in that was making you feel this way...

Jimin...

The more you thought about your memories, the more and more your heart began to fill with this dread.

All of the times he had crawled in your bed to keep you warm at night. All of the times that you had made him ramen, even though he complained that it swelled up his face. When you saw him transform for the first time and you had never been so scared, but so secure at the same time. Jimin was your life. He was your childhood and you wanted him to be your future...

Why did you have to make these realizations now!? At the worst fucking time! When you were literally staring death in the face and saying, "What's up?"

You loved this big wolf! You loved him more than you needed to breathe. It all made sense. Why you felt so cold whenever he wasn't near you. It was because he brought warmth and light into your life, ever since you were young, and when it was suddenly gone, you didn't know how to be warm.

You started to think about his undeniably good looks and how many times you'd gotten yourself off to the thought of him sneaking into your bed one night and having his way with you. It was a popular fantasy in your teenage years...

Suddenly, a loud growl ripped through the air. The hair on the back on your neck stood straight up and you knew that the rival pack had arrived. Yips and growls hovered through the house, and you wrapped Jimin up in your arms and held his head close to your chest, praying for a miracle to save you all.

Then, it all got quiet.

There was no sound.

You could hear a pin drop if you had the courage to move or blink.

A low growl hung in the air, and you recognized it as Jin. It was a defensive move, giving a warning.

The last chance for either party to turn back.

There was a shuffle of paws and then all hell broke loose, for the second time in the last twelve hours. Growls and snarls pierced the air and you heard whining from wolves getting attacked.

Your boys were out numbered, and you knew that. But you hoped that there was a way that the traps had evened the odds a little bit.

The floor near you still hadn't made any motions. Yoongi was in wolf form, but other than that, he had remained still. You wondered if all of the others were fighting and he was standing guard. Or if they hadn't gotten in the house yet.

If they hadn't then there was a positive outlook on this battle. If they had, well, they there still was hope...

You heard a heavy thud and you knew a wolf was down. You didn't know who it was, but the snarling and growling only seemed to be getting louder and louder. It was getting closer.

Yoongi moved above you and you realized he was getting into a fighting stance, ready to defend you and Jimin. You slammed your hand over your mouth in and attempt to keep yourself from crying out.

Your eyes wandered to Jimin's beautiful pale hair that was the only thing you could see in the dark. This was going to be the only time you could say it. Might as well say it out loud before you die...

The growls and yipping was getting to be like it was right in your ear, and you knew you didn't have time. You shifted your weight and were careful not to hit Jimin's IV. You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before leaning towards his ear.

"Jimin," you said, dropping the honorifics. "I've loved you since we were children. I want you to know that before we die," you whimpered, trying to keep as quiet as you could.

Another thud and you heard Yoongi's whimpers.

He was down. There was the sound of sniffing and you reached for your gun without giving it another thought. You heard the sounds of bones cracking and then the sounds of boots smacking on the cellar door.

You were found.

In less than ten minutes.

The door to the cellar flew open and a man in a long winter coat walked forward. His eyes were glowing yellow and his teeth were slightly elongated.

"Well well well, this is where they were hiding their little whore? And the boy that I had a good round with, how hilarious. Not awake yet are you buddy?" he sneered, laughing at Jimin's state.

"D-Don't talk to him like that!" you stuttered, holding the gun up with shaky hands. No sooner did you lift it up before the man had ripped it from your grasp and aimed it at you.

"Never killed someone with a conventional human weapon. I wonder what the appeal is? Care to find out doll face?"

You hugged Jimin and tried desperately to keep yourself from crying.

"Jimin, please save me. Please save me," you whimpered, taking Jimin's hand in yours.

Your head was ripped back, the man grabbing your hair and pulling you off of the bed. A scream tore through the air and you recognized it as your own.

"____-ah! Hang on! Taehyung go help her! Tae! Get up!"

It was so loud, but all you could do was stare at Jimin's unconscious form in the bed and beg someone, anyone to keep him safe. All of the boys safe. If this is all they wanted, then they can have it.

"If you kill me, will you leave them alone? Will you let them go?" you asked, looking up with teary eyes at the man. He snickered at you and nodded his head.

"Sure babe, if that's what'll make this easier, then of course. We can all play nice once your blood is splattered on the wall."

With that you felt the gun press against your temple and the pressure being applied. You gasped at the cold sensation against your skin and goosebumps ran down your spine.

"Jimin, I love you," you whispered.

There was a gunshot and your world went black.

-_-_-_-_-

You opened your eyes and Jimin was there at the foot of your bed, looking at you with worry. His eyes were red and puffy like he'd been crying. You sat up slowly, looking around the room with tired eyes.

Were you dead?

Was this heaven?

"___-ah... You scared me so bad, I thought you had died," he croaked, taking you in his strong arms and pulling you into his warmth. You hummed in approval and ran your hands down his back.

"Jimin-oppa..."

A sniffle broke you out of your little trance and you pulled Jimin's face out of your neck. Tears were flowing freely down his beautiful face and his eyes were...

Blue?

"Jimin-oppa, when did you get blue eyes?" you asked like an idiot. Jimin gave a watery chuckle and wiped his striking blue orbs.

"I went through my first moon phase, and my hair and eyes both changed to this color... Do-Do you not like it?" he asked shyly, playing with the strings on his shirt. You laughed and shoved his shoulder backwards.

"Of course I love it! It's because it's you dummy, and I love you," you said happily, living in the fantasy of heaven with him.

Jimin's face turned serious and he held your face before smashing his lips against your own. You gasped in shock, but eagerly kissed him back, loving the way his plush lips melded against your own in perfect sync.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to deepen the kiss, but Jimin was quick to stop you, pulling away from your mouth and leaving you empty and cold again.

"Hang on a second... You know you're not dead right?" he questioned, trying to confirm your mental state.

You gaped at him like a fish out of water and squealed before hiding yourself under the blanket. You couldn't believe you had just said that to him!

It was different when you were in the cellar. It was a life or death situation and you weren't sure you were going to live to tell him yourself, and you had to say it out loud to sort of except it yourself...

There was a pressure on your leg and you pulled your head out from under the covers. Jimin was staring at you like a puppy who didn't get his treat.

"Jagi... I heard you calling for me... I was so lost in my own head, I had no idea where I was. I'm pretty sure I was dead before you got your hands on me, but somehow you brought me back to life. Even before I left with the pack... Every day you saved me from myself. You reminded me what it felt like to be human, and what it was like to live in a home. I missed being here with you... I wanted to come back all the time, but they told me it was going to be dangerous to do so... When I heard you say you love me... I didn't know how to feel, but I heard your tears and I knew something wasn't right. I woke up and I saw the women I love with a gun to her head and the asshole who tried to kill me smiling all the while. I took that gun and I shot him dead. You passed out and I carried you up here... You scared me so bad, Jagi... I thought you weren't going to live," he whimpered, burying his face in your legs. You sighed and ran your fingers through his hair to calm him down and watched and he slowly did so.

Soft kisses were placed to your thighs and you giggled in protest. You pushed his shoulder once more, but felt a tingling sensation in between your legs start to grow...

"Jimin, are we alone?" you asked, feeling him lay down beside you in what felt like forever.

"It's oppa. And yes, everyone else is out of the house, blowing off some steam. Why do you ask?" Jimin questioned, playing with your hair.

"You love me, correct?" you asked, turning over to face him.

"Of course, that's a stupid question," he responded deadpan.

"How long have you loved me?"

"The day we built our first snowman together," he said, biting his lip. "Why do you ask?"

Without any other warning you leaned forward and captured his lips with your own. Jimin understood quickly what you were asking of him and he was quick to act on your impulses. You pushed him onto his back, careful of his bad shoulder, and straddled him, grinding your waist down onto his lap.

Jimin let out a little moan at the contact and looked up at you in disbelief. "What are we doing? Are we really going to do this?" he asked, biting his lip as if he was curious if this was okay.

"I almost died and you almost died, the universe might not give us a second chance. So I want us to show our love to each other, and I want to do it right now with you Park Jimin. Do you have a problem with that?" you asked, pulling your shirt over your head.

He shook his head quickly and sat up, removing his shirt as well. His hot hands caressed your skin, pulling you against his hardening member with alluring rolls of his hips. It was all rather sudden, but you couldn't think of a better time to do it. No time like the present, and you weren't sure what the future was going to bring for the two of you. Nothing was set in stone and you weren't going to be robbed of showing your love to Jimin for another second.

Your lips traced his jawline in teasing motions, drawing a growl from his throat that sent pleasurable chills down your spine.

"I'm not the teasing type baby, don't test me," he muttered, unhooking your bra with efficiency.

You knew there was no way in hell Park Jimin would be a virgin when he came home to you, but you weren't either. It was a drunken night with a boy at a club and you were so mad you could kick yourself. But, it was over now, and at least you could spare yourselves of that awkward first time fumbling that neither of you needed right now. What you needed was the connection that you had been missing all of these years. To feel finally complete.

Jimin groped your breasts with kneading motions, flicking his thumbs over your nipples to add stimulus to your already damp core. You kept your grinding motion on his lap, enjoying the way that his pants rubbed against your mound. Jimin watched you with hungry eyes.

Like a wolf stalking it's prey.

"Is the big bad wolf gonna come and get me?" you teased, leaning forward and biting Jimin's lip and pulling it back with a 'pop'.

A feral snarl ripped through Jimin and he flipped the two of you over and you were on your back in an instant. It took your breath away, but in a good way. Jimin's form melted against yours as he began kissing you without abandon. Your bare chest was against his hot skin and you moved your thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache that was growing there.

Jimin took noticed and reached his hands inside of your panties, quickly feeling how soaked you really were.

"Jesus Christ, you're absolutely drenched baby... Are you wet for my cock, huh? Is that what you want? Do you want me to mark you as my own? My mate? Do you want me to breed you?" Jimin groaned into your ear at the thought of it all. His skin was starting to become damp and you were desperate to get more of his clothing off.

You fiddled with his belt and it was soon clamoring to the floor with a loud sound. Neither of you seemed to notice, far too caught up in each other to care about what was happening around you. The buttons on his pants were next and you undid them with ease, reaching into his jeans and giving him a few good squeezes, watching him buck into your hand. A smile graced your features and you leaned up to kiss him softly. Jimin reached similarly, cradling your face delicately, placing feather light kisses to your lips in an endearing manner.

"I love you," you breathed, shimming out of your short, throwing them and your panties to the floor without a second thought. Jimin whimpered as you pressed wet, opened mouth kisses to his throat.

"I love you too," he moaned, grabbing at your hips to bring your body closer to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips, trying to memorize the flavor in your mind and to keep it there if he ever left again. This was all about learning more about each other's bodies. What made him moan and what made you fall apart?

It was a discovery period.

Neither of you had bared this much to the other, and the nerves finally started settling in. Jimin had gotten his pants of and was grinding his clothed cock against your center, creating a delicious friction that had you panting softly into his ear. A sudden wave a anxiety flushed over your form and you tensed, hanging onto him a little tighter than you had earlier. Jimin noticed immediately and rubbed your back soothingly.

"Do you want to stop? We don't have to do this, Jagi, it's all up to you," he breathed, slowing his hip movements. You whined at the loss of friction and moved your hips against his in an attempt to get the pleasurable sensation back.

"I want this, I want you. Show me you love me," you said, pulling his underwear off of his body.

Jimin leaned forwards and settled his member against your entrance, shuddered at the contact alone. He could only imagine how good it would feel once he was inside of you. You shifted towards him and the tip slide inside of you and you gasped at the pleasurable sensation that filled your stomach. It was hardly inside of you, but the connection the two of you had been missing was slowly getting filled and it was a delectable action.

You gave the go ahead and Jimin pushed forwards, filling you to the brim with his hot, throbbing length. Your head fell back against the pillow and you could hardly breath.

It hurt.

He was huge and you felt like you were being ripped in half. You should've probably waited for him to go down on you or something of the like, because you definitely weren't wet enough to take him in one go.

"Does it hurt?" he panted against your neck. He noticed your tension and was trying very hard not to lose control and pound into you with reckless abandon. You nodded your head slightly before running your nails down his back. The feeling of your sharp nails going down his back caused an involuntary jerk to run through his body.

"Ah! Jimin!" you yelped, grabbing his waist in pain. Jimin pulled back and looked at you with regret.

"Sorry baby! Your nails cause me to buck forward... You feel really good around me, try not to talk too much please... You clench every time you do and I'm already so close to busting," he whimpered, reaching down and rubbing your clit in slow circles to get you warmed up so he could start pounding into you like he wanted.

A soft moan floated through the air. Jimin smiled at your face beneath him. He'd wanted you like this for so long, underneath him stuffed full with his cock. He was a little upset that you weren't a virgin, but that was his own fault for not getting the balls to fuck you sooner. But you were just as tight as a virgin, clenching around him with every breath.

"It's alright, Jimin, you can move now," you exhaled, placing your hand on his cheek.

It didn't take him long before he started moving his hips in a slow, but steady manner. The feeling of Jimin's cock moving in and out of you was an unbelievable sensation. He was so big and so deep inside of you that you were certain he was going to ruin you. However, it felt too good. You would gladly let him tear you open if it meant that you could feel this kind of pleasure again and again and again.

The lewd sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as Jimin worked his dick inside of your throbbing pussy.

There wasn't a lot of talking.

You two didn't feel like anything had to be said.

The love was palpable, you could both feel it around you. And inside of you in particular. Jimin was very talented with his hips and every time he pushed back inside of you would give a little swivel that would brush against your clit in a devilish way. You arched your back, yearning for more of his huge length.

You two were really doing this. The two of you that had grown up together were fucking like wolves in heat and it felt amazing. You were certain that you loved Jimin, and everything that came along with that.

You loved the way his blue eyes trailed every single feature of your face while he worked towards your pleasure and his. You almost missed his brown hair and eyes, but you knew that this was how he looked now... And it was hauntingly beautiful. His skin was scarred over, but it just added to the memories the two of you shared. You ran your hands down the slope of his spine and felt the particularly hard thrust that he gave in your throat.

Jimin was sweating and grunting with the effort that he was exerting, but you knew wolves had great stamina and he wouldn't stop until you both were exhausted and boneless afterwards.

You were already feeling boneless as Jimin fucked you like a rag doll against your mattress. The bed smacked against the wall, creating dents in the wall paper and dry wall that were going to be a bitch to explain away.

However, you were beginning to feel that familiar tension in your lower stomach that was such a welcomed old friend. You rushed towards it with desperation.

Jimin could tell you were getting close because you were squeezing the life out of him at the moment.

"Oh fuck baby, you're squeezing me so tight it almost hurts, you're so good, I love you," he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. You reached up and gave him a long kiss before pulling away and letting a string of high pitched moans out, watching his eyes turn darker and darker as the sounds fueled his powerful thrusts.

"Jimin-oppa! Fuck me harder, please! Oh God it feels so good! Right there, fuck, oh God! Jimin!" you moaned. He kept going at the same hard and fast pace that he had set. You were impressed that he hadn't stopped yet, or cum. Especially since he was working so hard.

His cock seemed to enlarge inside of you, if that was possible, and you felt a molten heat flood through your lower body. Your orgasm crashed over you like tidal wave and it left you seeing stars.

You shuddered harshly and Jimin hung onto you, bucking into you as a result of the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Your skin was sweaty and your both were a mess of bruises and bite marks. There was also the mess that was a little lower on your body. Jimin kissed your chest and suckled gently on your breast. You gave a little moan and pulled his hair away from his face too look at him better. He looked so handsome when he came. His face was scrunched up in pleasure and his brows were furrowed. He was in utter bliss and it was because of you.

Jimin looked at you through lidded eyes and kissed your stomach gently, going down to your already bruising thigh and looking at them with pain.

"Baby why didn't you tell me I was going too hard? I could've taken it easier on you, I don't want to hurt you," you whined, resting his head in the crook of your neck and pulling out of your battered core.

"Because it felt too good for me to tell you to stop," you giggled, kissing his shoulder lovingly. "It's alright Jimin-oppa, I'll be walking a little funny, but it was definitely worth it," you said, kissing his lips with finality. Jimin nipped at your lip in a teasing manner, but didn't try to make it anything more.

You definitely couldn't handle another round tonight, but that didn't mean that you couldn't get him off a few more times...

As your hand wandered towards his crotch Jimin gave you a shocked look.

"Must be the full moon."

Poison Fruit

Demon!Yoongi because I wanted it to be a thing. Smut as usual. Shoot me a message or reblog if you want more Demon!AUs for BTS! I’d love to hear from you all! Please take this as a break from your finals ;)

"Come on ___, it's time for church!" your mother coaxed, dressing you up in your nicest clothing for the occasion.

It was your first communion. It was a very important step in your religion and your parents had wasted no expense. You had the most beautiful dress on and your hair was done in such a meticulous manner that it was almost too beautiful. There was a cake that you and your family members got to eat before going to the church service for the day.

You had been waiting for this day for a long time. You knew this meant you were a member of the church and the community. It was a very big deal and your family couldn't of been prouder of you.

Compliments flowed through the home, and you were the center of attention. Everyone wanted to take a picture with you and everyone wanted to give you a present because of the big day that you were experiencing. Your cousin was also there, getting ready for her first communion as well. But no one seemed to be paying her any attention...

You wandered over to her and sat down, giving her a smile.

"Hey, do you want some more cake?" you asked, offering her another plate. She shook her head at you angrily and folded her arms across her body.

"Come on darling! It's time to go!" your mother announced, pulling you away from your cousin. You looked back to see your aunt ushering your cousin towards the door as well...

The day went on as normal. The communion went well, besides your cousin throwing a fit during the ceremony and having to be dragged out... It was an odd thing from her, but everyone kept their focus on you. You performed every part of the ceremony perfectly, like you had seen many times and the practice was over.

Your parents came up and hugged you before they led you out of the church and to the parking lot. You saw your aunt soothing your fitful cousin who then gave you the nastiest look. She seemed to hate you... But what had you done?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

But that doesn't mean that hate was something that you were safe from. You felt pure hatred from her and that continued all the way until you were grown...

-_-_-_-_-_-

"Come on ____, it's time for church!" your mother's voice echoed through the halls. You finished putting the cross on your neck and walked down the stairs very calmly and wound up in the kitchen where your father was sitting with a cup of tea.

"Hello Papa! Did you sleep well?" you asked, grabbing a piece of toast from the table. He nodded and gave you a sweet smile while your mother came in with his tie. You watched as they interacted. Your parents were really in love and it made your heart sing. It also made you think of your boyfriend, Hoseok. He was a year older than you and the two of you were practically made for each other. He was very kind and always willing to give, and you were going to be the perfect bride for him one day. You had been dating for almost nine months and your parents were very proud of you.

"Alright everyone, time to go," your mother said, leading you both towards the car.

The arrival at church was a shocking revelation to say the least.

The whole building was engulfed in flames.

Your mother held her hands to her mouth in horror and your father hung onto her as to make sure she wouldn't collapse in grief. This was the church where they had gotten married. It was the church were you were baptized. It was the church where you had your first communion. It was your home away from home, and now it was in flames.

There was screaming and running and then there was the sound of laughter floating through the air. Who would be laughing at a burning church? Who in their sick minds would find this funny? Who? Who?

You wandered through the crowd of bystanders to find who was laughing. It was a sickening sound, you wanted to hurt whoever damaged this church. It was disgusting to you that someone thought of this. That someone would take away this place of worship without even considering all of whom had come here to find solace and find their way through the Lord's guiding light. Now it was gone and there was going to be hell to pay.

There she was, sitting on the ground with her head in her hands. She was crying because she was laughing so hard. It looked like she was in pain because of the laughter. You walked over and pulled her hair so hard that she stood up and looked at you with moderate confusion.

"Did you do this?" you asked in fury, staring her down.

"Of course I did, why wouldn't I? I hated that fucking building with a passion. So I thought that I would burn it down. What a great idea, huh?" she snickered and placed her hands on your shoulder, laughing hysterically.

Your own cousin burnt down something that was so precious to you. You wanted to throw up and to cry at the same time. How could a member of your family betray you in  such a way? How could she do this to your mother and your father. Your aunt and uncle. How would they react to the news?

The police came over and secured handcuffs behind her back as the began to take her away. You grabbed her arm and forced them to stop for a moment.

"Why did you do it?" you demanded an answer from her, but all she did was laugh and cackle at your anger.

"I did it because I hate you. But a worse fate lies ahead for you my cousin. And I look forward to the day you bite the poison fruit. It will be the last thing you ever do," she said, drool coming out of her mouth.

She was insane. That much was sure. But you wondered what did it to her. How could your own blood turn into something so disgusting and vile?

"I'm sorry that you couldn't feel the Lord's love, but I will pray for you. I will pray until my throat hurts for your salvation!" you announced, resting your hands on her shoulders. Hoping that she would feel the love you had for her.

*"Maledicam maledicentibus tibi, frater. Et tollite inde venturus est Daemon Yoongi innocentiae virginalis ecclesiae vestrae sanguine tinctus erit," she spit in your face and growled as the police dragged her away from your shaking form.

*(English: I curse you, cousin. The Demon Yoongi will come and take your innocence and the church will be stained with your virginal blood).

You felt warm arms wrap around you and you instantly recognized Hoseok's scent in your nose. He rubbed your back soothingly, hoping to calm whatever pain had erupted in your heart. But it was no use, your home was gone. Your own family was to blame for it.

"Everything will be alright, Jagi... I promise. The church will be rebuilt and many new memories will flood it's halls. Just because one place of worship is burned, doesn't mean that it is gone forever. The memories of it will still be in your heart, I know it. Trust me Jagi, everything is going to be alright," he soothed into your ears. You clung onto him and began to pray for a miracle. Something good to happen to you and your family after this tragedy.

Something good had to come from this. Surely...

-_-_-_-_-_-

It was a few months later and the church was almost finished being rebuilt. The community pulled together and raised enough funds for it to be built even better than before. Your heart soared at the prospect of the building being redone and brought back to life from the deadly inferno that had burned it a few months prior.

Hoseok was over and your parents were out of town for about a week due to business deals going on in a different county. You felt very naughty for having your boyfriend over when they weren't around, but you knew that the two of you would behave and the farthest you would go was kissing him.

The two of you were wrapped up in a blanket on the couch watching a sweet movie and you felt as though your life couldn't get any better. The microwave dinged in the other room and you went to go get the popcorn. You pulled the hot salty treat out of the appliance and began to pour it in a bowl. You felt arms wrap around your waist and Hoseok's head rest on your shoulder.

"Jagi... I'm not too sure I want to watch movies anymore," he said, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You sighed and undid his hands from your stomach and handed him the bowl of popcorn.

"Hoseok, we promised each other we would wait until marriage. Okay? You know I'm not comfortable with anything like that," he gave you a pouting look but nodded. Suddenly a smile took over his face and it was like nothing happened at all.

You were relieved that he took it so well. He had tried a few things, like his hands wandering a bit too much during your kissing sessions. He also had you sit on his lap a few times when he was too excited to have you there. But those all ended with reprimands from you and then he would do whatever you asked for the next few days. Needless to say Hoseok was a man, but he was willing to wait for you.

The night went on and you continued to watch movies. Hoseok's laughter filled your house and you felt as though you wouldn't ever need anything else in your life to make you happy as long as he was. It was perfect, the two of you sat there in your living room having popcorn fights and sharing sweet and salty kisses whenever there was a tender moment on the screen.

It was getting late and Hoseok had to get going. But not before he offered to spend the night with you, which was an idea that was immediately rejected by you. He laughed but gave you a hug and left with a skip in his step after spending the whole night with his beautiful girlfriend.

You smiled and waved as he drove off, leaving you in the house alone. It was rather late so you decided it was time to take a shower. You jogged up the stairs and went into your bathroom, turning on the water and waiting for it to warm up. You wandered back to your bedroom and picked out your underwear and pajamas before head back to the bathroom.

A crack of thunder shook the house and your heart stopped.

You hated thunderstorms more than anything in the entire world. The loud noises and the horrendous lighting strikes that were extremely deadly if you were hit and could cause fires... Fire that could burn down the church again.

Your heart leapt into your throat and you tried to keep your heart beat steady. It was proving difficult as every time there was a thunder clap your jumped and you clung to your towel rack with unsteady knees. You took a few deep breathes and tried to focus on the running water.

Eventually it warmed up and you jumped in. You washed yourself quickly, making sure your hair was clean. After that you shaved, making sure every part of you was soft and supple. Just as you were reaching for your towel a bright flash of light struck right outside your bathroom window and all of the lights in your house went off. You screamed in terror and reached out for a towel, quickly wrapping yourself up in it. You scrambled to find your phone in the darkness, and once you did you realized that you only had five percent left on it. You dialed Hoseok's number quickly and waited for him to answer.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

You heard his phone ringing.

You ran down the stairs and found that his phone was still on the couch, wrapped up in the blanket. Your blood ran cold and you realized that you were utterly alone, in the darkness, at night.

Plus, you were also in a towel.

That didn't help.

You wandered around and finally found some candles and lit them. The illuminated the darkness enough to as where you could find your way around in the dark. You walked back upstairs and got your clothes on. Blushing as you pulled on some lingerie a friend got for you as a gag gift a few weeks ago. You hadn't done your laundry and you could kick yourself for it now. But, at least you had something.

It didn't seem like the lights were going to come back on anytime soon and that thought horrified you. It wasn't just a quick flicker, oh no, you were certain that the whole street was without power. The only problem was, your nearest neighbor was a few miles down the road. It wouldn't take long if you ran. And you knew the old lady wouldn't be asleep yet. It was your best option at the moment.

After gathering up some supplies and your courage you locked your house and took off into the storm. The wind was biting cold and your teeth were chattering within minutes of you stepping out into it. You continued walking until you felt like your legs were going to fall off at the nipping of the wind and the pelting of the rain.

You couldn't stay out here anymore, you needed to find some sort of shelter, and when the rain let up you could continue out again. The tree line was right next to the road and you noticed that there were old buildings sitting vacant right within the trees. Most of them had broken windows and things of the like from teens vandalizing them, but there was one building that looked seemingly untouched.

A church. You smiled brightly and took off towards the sacred building, thankful to find the place of comfort right when you needed it. The door was shut, but not locked, thankfully and you walked inside and shut the door behind you.

It smelt like mildew and must, but other than that it was fine. You walked through the aisles and noticed that the church was pretty much still in working order. There were candles that were sitting at the alter and the choir benches were still set up fine. You looked around and saw that there were still donation boxes set up with old coins and such inside of them. It made you a little sad that this place was being left to rot, but it had served it's purpose and now travelers could take refuge here, like the Lord intended.

You walked up to the front alter and kneeled down to pray.

"Dear heavenly father, thank you for guiding me to this sacred place to seek shelter from the harsh conditions outdoors. It means everything to me. Thank you for always guiding me to your loving light, Amen," you concluded, lifting your head. You always felt better after praying and this proved to be no different. The building seemed safe to you and you grabbed your over night bag and pulled out the blanket that you had packed. You shuffled your way over to the pews and sat down, wrapping yourself in the blanket and started dozing off.

After a while, you felt yourself falling asleep. But suddenly, there was a noise towards the back of the church. A sort of knocking. You lifted your head up sleepily and started walking towards the noise. The sound lead you to the door and you opened it to find a very handsome man standing there, shaking from the wind and rain much like you had been hours ago.

"H-Hi... U-U-m, can I c-come in please? I-It's freezing out there," he managed to stutter out. Your heart ached for him and you quickly pulled him inside, hoping to get him out of the rain as quickly as you could.

"You poor thing! What happened? Why are you out in the rain?" you asked, handing him a towel that you brought with you to dry off with. He took it gratefully and started with his hair and down his neck. He took off his jacket and set it on the ground and started to dry off his torso as best as he could. He was about the same height as your boyfriend, but he was much different from him. Where Hoseok's eyes sparkled with laughter and light, his burned into your very soul with an emotion that you couldn't quite place.

"The power went out at my house, and I hate being alone. So I was wandering about to see if there were any neighbors near by. I just moved in last week and I don't really know the neighborhood that well... So I got lost. But thankfully this building was here, and you," he said, giving you a soft smile. Your heart fluttered at the action but you were quick to remind yourself of Hoseok.

"The same thing happened at my place, I was heading towards an elderly ladies house down the road when the storm got particularly bad, so I decided to take shelter here. When the storm lets up we can go together. Sound like a plan?" you asked, smiling at him.

"Sounds great, I'd kill for a blanket though," he said jokingly. You jumped up onto your feet and found your blanket still sitting on the pew you attempted to sleep on. The man stared at you with confusion. You brought the blanket over and laid it around his shoulder. He sighed at the feeling of warmth that surrounded him.

"There you are. Hopefully you'll stop shivering now," you said, rubbing his shoulders like a mother would do for their child. He smiled at you once again and rubbed your shoulders as well.

Eventually he warmed up and he set the blanket on the pew to dry off as best as it could. He was still a little damp, but he looked happier than he did when he walked in. You were entranced by this stranger. He was so handsome and you couldn't help but be drawn in by him. His hair was a light blonde color and his eyes were so deep that you could get lost in them. His frame was lankly, but lean and you longed to touch him...

No!

Hoseok! His beautiful laughter and his adorable smile! You had to remember him. The man you loved more than anything!

"Are you alright? You look like you're having an internal battle," he chuckled as he put down his phone.

"Yeah, just thinking about something," you murmured. Suddenly, he got rather close to you, leaning towards your face with his.

"And just what were you thinking about?" he questioned, still sounding completely innocent. You placed your hand on his shoulder and pushed him back, making him sit back down. He seemed to get the message before reaching for his phone once more.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. How could you let someone who wasn't your boyfriend so close to you like that?! Only Hoseok was allowed to do something like that! And even then it was risky. The man seemed to lose interest as he became absorbed in his phone game.

The hours seemed to tick by and you became sleepier and sleepier. The man seemed to notice because he handed you the blanket with a blank expression. You took it and went up to the pew and laid down, trying to get comfortable on the hard wooden surface.

"I forgot to ask," you heard his voice echo through the large hall. "What's your name?" he asked.

"My name is, ___. What about you?" you shot the question right back.

"Min Yoongi," he said without hesitation. For some reason that name sent a dark chill down your spine. Like something was terribly wrong with it. With him...

You stopped yourself and tried to fall asleep once more. You could feel yourself relaxing and the sound of the rain was a soothing presence to you, even though the thunder made you jolt every once in a while. Feeling sleep starting to wash over you, you sighed in bliss before feeling something touching your leg. You jumped up and saw Yoongi, smiling at you with his hand on your calf.

"Stop that!" you shrieked, pulling your leg away from him. He pouted softly and began crawling towards you on the pew. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you threw the blanket at him before jumping off of the wooden bench and running towards the high alter. You climbed some stairs and found yourself on the platform right before the candles and the cross that hung above you.

"Ah, running away again I see. You're going to be a difficult one," Yoongi murmured before walking towards the alter with a slow and steady pace, bringing the blanket with him. You watched him climb the stairs with indifference as your heart started to pound in your throat.

"W-what are you doing?" you stuttered out, trying to keep yourself from falling off the platform. Yoongi approached you and set the blanket on the ground. You eyed it curiously and watched as the man approached you.

"It's it obvious? I'm going to fuck you," he breathed, his eyes flashing red in the darkness of the church. You screamed and tried to run past him but the stairs caught fire instantly. You shied away from the burning heat and would up against Yoongi's front.

You jumped away and pressed yourself against the railing.

"Don't come near me... O-Or I'll jump!" you warned, looking at the lower alter with hope.

"If you do that, then you'll burn as well," he said, snapping his fingers. Without any hesitation the lower alter burst into flames. You wanted to throw up, but there was nothing for you do to. Every fiber of your being was telling you to run out of this building, but any escape route was blocked by flames.

"W-we need to get out of here... We'll die if we stay. Just come with me and we'll get you to a hospital alright? You can talk these things out, I'll help you, but right now we need to get out," you reasoned, trying to coax him out of this stupor he was showing you. Yoongi gave you a smirk before reaching out and catching you in his arms.

"Oh believe me darling, you were dead the moment you stepped foot in this church," he whispered before closing his lips over yours. You battered your fists against his chest, trying to rip your mouth away from his. But slowly, you could feel your fist clinging to his shirt instead of beating him away. The realization horrified you. You were cheating right now. You were kissing another man that wasn't your boyfriend. But, something about the way his lips moved over yours was so intoxicating that you couldn't stop. Your hands moved on their own accord and towards his neck. Yoongi held you tighter and wrapped his arms around your slender frame. Eventually he tore his lips away from yours and you saw that his clothes had burned away to reveal a pitch black shirt with dark burgundy dress pants. Your mouth watered at the sight. You wanted him to take those off and quickly.

Guilt hit you full force in the stomach. How could you want another man like that? This wasn't right! You were with Hoseok and you loved him! He was so kind to you and he loved you just as much. This was wrong... But you wanted more...

"Did you like my mouth darling? I can put it in an even better place that will give you pleasure beyond belief," he whispered, coming close to you once again. You pushed him away and tried to look for a way out of this mess. You couldn't find one and Yoongi had you in his arms once again. You yelled and kicked as much as you could as he pulled you away from the railing and towards the blanket he set down. Your blood ran cold as you thought of what was going to happen...

Was he going to rape you?

"Please! Please don't rape me! Please! Kill me instead! I'd rather die! Please," you cried out, as he set you down on the blanket. Yoongi looked unimpressed and a little disappointed, but he seemed to comply.

"Alright, if you'd rather die than have sex with me then I guess that's fair enough," he said, pulling out a knife and placing it against your throat. Fear gripped your heart as you felt the cold metal starting to pierce your skin. He looked like he was about to slit your throat and you quickly grabbed onto his hand with panic in your eyes. Yoongi examined you with boredom and pulled the knife away for a moment, licking the blood that came off the blade. "What?" he asked, looking at you with scrutiny.

"I-If I sleep with you... Will you let me go?" you asked meekly, looking at the man above you with desperate eyes. He mulled the thought over in his head for a moment or two and then nodded.

"Yes, if you sleep with me, I'll let you go," he said, dropping the knife to the side. You reached up with shaky hands and wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling him to your lips. Consenting to the actions that he wanted. Yoongi moaned in satisfaction and placed his hand on your hip.

This wasn't sex... This was to save your life.

You weren't cheating on Hoseok.

But most importantly, you wouldn't enjoy it...

That would be unforgivable...

Yoongi pulled you up off the blanket and into his lap, staring at you with his deep red eyes. You were frightened, but there was something inside of you that was excited for what was to come... You'd never slept with anyone in your life... You'd never even masturbated very much before.

You were pure and innocent, and Yoongi couldn't wait to soil your white light with his smothering blackness.

"Take my shirt of baby," he whispered, kissing your jaw and shoulder with delicate kisses. You did as you were told and started unbuttoning his shirt with shaky hands. If Yoongi noticed your distress, he didn't seem to acknowledge it. He simply continued to kiss and bite at your neck, almost drawing moans from your mouth. But you were firm with yourself and you didn't make a sound.

Finally you undid the last button and Yoongi pulled the material off of his body. You were shocked at what he revealed to you. He was lean and toned, much like Hoseok, but less muscle definition. You could tell he was strong through as you watched his shoulder muscles clench and your mouth ran dry at the sight. He was so toned, and his skin was beautiful... How could a man so horrible be so beautiful...?

The thought was pushed from your mind as you felt something hard against your leg. You looked down in horror and realized that he was getting an erection. Yoongi was still focused on your skin as he kissed and bit at every available area that was bare at the moment. You tried to focus on thoughts of Hoseok, but every time you did, Yoongi flooded your brain.

It was like you couldn't think of anything but him. Your heart sank at the thought of your virginity being lost in such a manner... But you had to save your life. You had to live... Hoseok would understand wouldn't he? Surely he would. Hoseok was one of the most understanding individuals in the world and he would comfort you when all of this was over.

"I don't like that you're thinking of other men while I'm minutes away from fucking you baby, tell me who you're thinking about right now," he growled, gripping your hips in a painful manner.

"M-My boyfriend, Hoseok," you whispered, not wanting Yoongi to get mad.

"He doesn't exist to you anymore. Right now, I'm the only thing that matters in your world. All that matters is me and the pleasure I am going to give you, do you understand?" he questioned, grinding into you with his hard length. You nodded in submission and whimpered against his actions. Yoongi smiled devilishly and leaned forward to capture your lips in another kiss.

As much as you hated to admit it to yourself, Yoongi was an incredible kisser. He was dominant and forced your mouth to move along with his, but he also tasted like something sweet. It tasted familiar and you wanted more of it... Your heart sped up as his hands started wandering further down your frame. You bit your lip as his hands fell to your butt and started groping harshly. You couldn't help the little moan that came out of your mouth at the action. Yoongi looked up at you with smugness written across his features. You wanted to run and hide, but the feeling of his hands on your body was becoming more and more welcoming and it scared you how easily you were letting this happen...

Yoongi reached forward and pulled your shirt over your head quickly, throwing it over the railing and to the flames below. You gasped and watched the fire lick and eat up your night shirt before it disappeared into ash. You were about to protest when you turned back around and saw Yoongi staring at your flesh with hunger evident in his eyes.

"Look at you all dressed up baby, white lace is for virgins... Are you a virgin baby? Am I going to be your first time," you bit you lip and nodded, feeling very exposed now that your shirt was gone. "I think it's pretty, I love the way your skin looks in it," he murmured, placing his lips on the swell of your breasts without hesitation. You arched into the action beyond your own accord and wrapped your arms around his neck. Yoongi sucked and nipped at the skin that was revealed, loving the way you tasted.

"A-ah... Yoongi," you whimpered out, feeling his tongue laving against your skin. He stopped at the sound of his name and looked up at you with ravenous eyes.

"Get on your back right now," he said.

You scrambled to comply and found yourself lying on your back on the high alter in a church. Your stomach churned at the thought of having your virginity taken in a burning church...

Burning!

"W-wait a second! Yoongi! The church is burning! We're going to get killed if we stay in here," you said, pushing on his shoulders as he hovered over your frame. Yoongi simply chuckled and shook his head at you.

"No my darling, the fire won't touch us, and the building will stay up as long as I tell it to. Have faith in me, Jagi," he whispered before slanting his mouth over yours to silence you. You couldn't help but kiss him back, enjoying the way that his lips felt on yours far too much. You felt terrible, but you also couldn't imagine anyone else but him at the moment, even if you tried.

Soon, Yoongi was reaching for your shorts. You gripped his wrist with nerves and he was quick to shake you off. All you could do was bite your lip and watch as he pulled the fabric off of you. Your bare legs glowed in the light of the flames and Yoongi couldn't help but be drawn in by the sight for you illuminated skin. His lips placed soft open mouthed kisses to your thighs as he started to move your legs apart. You tried to keep them closed as best as you could, but Yoongi was much stronger than you and managed to get your legs open with out much of a fight. He stared at your center for a long time and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks.

"If you're going to do something, do it already," you whimpered, trying to hide your embarrassment. Yoongi smiled and leaned forward, placing a delicate kiss on your clothed core. A gasp came from your mouth at the sensation. His lips were hot and wet against your soft heat. You'd never experienced something quite like this before, and it was starting to make you want more.

Yoongi kissed softly and slowly, watching as you writhed underneath him. His eyes darkened and you could tell that he wasn't going to be patient for much longer. He was going to want you, all of you very quickly.

Your assumptions were proved correct because Yoongi took off your panties without a second thought. You were practically bare to him and you forgot how to breathe for an extended period of time. Yoongi looked at your pink center with longing.

"Oh fuck... I haven't had a virgin in centuries... You're going to be so tight around me, I can hardly wait. Look at how pretty your pussy is, Jagi. Its getting wetter and wetter the longer I talk... Do you like my dirty talk baby? Do you want me to talk like this while I pound into you with my thick cock? Is that what you want?" he asked, spreading you apart with two fingers, looking at your virginity.

You couldn't speak. All you could think about was the fact that his hands were so close to something so precious to you. You wanted to save yourself until the day you walked down the aisle. It was such an important thing for you, and it was about to be taken by a man who appeared to be some kind of monster.

Although, you couldn't help the draw you felt towards him...

He was incredibly handsome and the way that his hands felt on your skin had you going crazy in your head. His voice was like honey as he spoke filthy vulgar things into your ear. The longer he spoke a tingling sensation erupted in your lower stomach and you couldn't help but feel the wetness dripping down your womanhood. Yoongi licked a long strip up your center and you cried out at the sensation. Yoongi jumped at the sudden reaction an eyed you curiously.

"What? Hasn't anybody ever eaten you out before?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow up. You shook your head in embarrassment.

"I-I've only ever kissed one person in my life before you," you said with a blush. "And they didn't even see me with my shirt off," you whispered, moving your hands to cover your breasts. Yoongi's eyes darkened with lust and you shuddered just by looking at him. His eyes stayed connected with yours as he lowered his lips to your center and covering your mound with his mouth. A shiver ran down your spine at the action and you couldn't deny the pleasure that erupted in your stomach at the action.

Yoongi continued to suck and lap at your core with enthusiasm. You squirmed and gripped at the blanket in pleasure. His mouth was so hot and warm against you and you threw your head back against the floor of the alter and there is a sharp pain that resonates within you, but you're too lost to notice it. Yoongi started moving his tongue in circular motions over a small bump towards the top of your sex and you saw stars. Every flick felt amazing and your thighs tightened around his head at the sensation.

"Y-Yoongi," you panted, gripping onto the blanket desperately. He smiled against your core and pulled away, leaving you high and dry.

You stared at him with amazement. His face was covered in your wetness and it was so erotic to see him licking his lips like he longed for more. You bit your lip and tired to calm your racing heart before Yoongi went back down between your legs, this time, probing your entrance with his finger. You gasped and shifted your hips away from him, only to receive a harsh look and him locking his arm around your thigh.

A stinging pain started as Yoongi slowly eased his pointer finger inside of you. It hurt and you bit your lip in an attempt to distract yourself from the uncomfortable sensation. Yoongi made a small noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a moan at the feeling of your walls gripping his finger so tightly.

"Oh my fuck, you're so tight... I don't know if I can even get my cock inside of you baby... I guess we'll just have to get you nice and warmed up, isn't that right?" he said before latching his mouth onto your sensitive bud. You immediately gripped the blanket again, trying to keep yourself from hyperventilating. Yoongi started to move his finger in and out of you slowly, creating a friction that was too much for you to handle. You couldn't take it anymore and latched your hand onto his hair, tugging at the pure blonde locks that resided there. Yoongi hummed against your center and watched as you started gripping his finger even tighter. You felt something in the pit of your stomach that threatened to over take you with pleasure. Yoongi added a second finger, increasing your pain, but that simply sent you over the edge with a yelp. He watched in amazement as you cried out your release, riding his fingers in an attempt to make it last longer.

Soon, you slumped on the floor. A boneless sensation fell over you and you could feel yourself falling asleep. That is until Yoongi pulled his fingers out of you. You looked up at him with lazy eyes and watched as he stuck his two fingers inside his mouth and cleaned them off with lewd slurping sounds.

Before you knew it, he was on top of you again. His lips landed on yours and you could taste the bitterness that was your release on his lips. It wasn't an unpleasant taste, but you liked the way he tasted better than yourself. Yoongi sat up and began to undo his belt buckle and his pants. He stripped his pants and they pooled at his feet. Next was his boxers that came off quickly, falling next to his discarded trousers. You stared at his throbbing erection that was touching his stomach.

You'd never seen a penis in real life. Not even apart of a movie in school! The only time you'd seen one was when you were at your friends house and her brother was coming out of the shower and you two accidentally ran into each other. But Yoongi was much different than that. He looked throbbing and ready to claim you for his own. The thought alone made you shiver.

He lowered himself onto his knees and prodded your legs apart with his own. You watched as he lined himself up with your entrance and began to push forward. You felt the pressure of him against you, but he wasn't inside of you yet.

Suddenly, a sharp pang filled your center as the tip slowly slid into you. You yelped in pain and bit your finger to keep yourself from crying. Tears threatened to pour over your cheeks as Yoongi kept pushing forwards into your virginity. You felt a warmth trickling down your thigh and you looked to see blood staining your leg. Yoongi looked and noticed the red liquid that was coming from your center.

"You're mine, Jagi... Forever," he murmured, not pushing in anymore but rather leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. You weakly kissed back, feeling the ache in your poor womanhood.

The harsh cold of your cross seemed to burn against your skin the longer Yoongi was inside of you. A soft whimper of pain came from your lips. Yoongi pulled away and noticed the silver piece of jewelry that adorned your neck. Without much more thought he grabbed the chain and ripped it from your neck, throwing it to the inferno below. You cried out and tried to grab at it, only managing to push Yoongi further inside of you. Pain flashed through your body and you grabbed onto Yoongi's shoulders for support. A chuckled echoed through his frame as he ran his fingers down your spine soothingly. The comforting action shocked you, but you appreciated it none the less.

Eventually, the pain subsided and a dull achy pleasure started to replace the agony. Yoongi felt the tension inside of you ebb and he started to move his hips against yours. At first, it felt painful having him moving in and out of your battered core. But soon enough, the pain yet again turned to pleasure within minutes.

You watched as Yoongi started to move inside of you, drawing soft little moans out of your swollen lips. He was so handsome when he looked like that above you. He seemed focused and as if he was in pain as well, but you knew that he was enjoying this experience throughly.

Yoongi was watching as your lips parted for him and accepted his length. The sight was intoxicating and he could get high off of your cute little sounds that you made every time he pushed into you a little harder. Your walls were clenching around his tightly and he wasn't sure he'd ever had someone who was this tight their first go. Plus, it was incredibly hot inside of you. It was like the fires of hell were licking at his dick while he fucked you. He bit his lip and tried not to think about that place while he was here, taking your virginity.

You felt extremely full as Yoongi started to quicken his pace. He seemed to brush against a particular spot inside of you that had you squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure. As much as you hated to think about it, this was incredibly pleasurable. Every movement of his hips had your struggling to breath. And the way his fingers gripped your hips for better purchase made you bit your lip in pure bliss.  

This was a sin! You were sinning... You weren't married to Yoongi. You were meant to save that special moment for the man you would marry one day... Whether it be Hoseok or not didn't matter, you weren't supposed to give it to just anybody... But, you had to save your life... That's what you were doing right now... Right? You weren't enjoying this... Were you? A particularly hard thrust made you cry out in surprise.

"Yoongi!" you yelped, grabbing onto his arms with a vice like grip. He watched as you started to enjoy yourself. He knew you would eventually. As much as you were in love with whoever it was, you couldn't deny the sins of the flesh. No one ever could. Especially not against Yoongi. He was talented in this area of humanity and he knew how to make anyone, male or female, enjoy themselves on him.

It was addicting, watching you lose yourself to sin. This was probably Yoongi's favorite part. When a saint became a sinner. When you started to lose your pure light and fall into the darkness that was desire. He could feel your walls clenching down on him impossibly tight and he was surprised you were going to cum. Not a lot of women cum their first time, especially so quickly after they started.

He did feel a little bad though. You had bled. And there was quite a lot of it at that. If he had waited a few more minutes and fingered you properly, there wouldn't have been that much, if any at all. As much as he played the dominant role, he didn't really like harming people. It was a waste of effort in his mind. Why couldn't he just fuck you and kill you without pain? Why did pain have to exist for such a pure creature like you?

Why did he have to exist to such a pure creature like you?

You were lost in the sensations as Yoongi continued to pound into you at an alarming rate. You could already feel the bruises starting to form on your inner thighs. But you didn't care. You couldn't find any will to fight back any more. You wanted to feel that pleasure that you had earlier. You wanted it badly. The desire filled your heart and you started to feel really really good.

"Come here baby, get on your hands and knees for me, stick your ass in the air" Yoongi said, pulling out of your dripping center. You complied quickly, turning yourself over and getting on your hands and knees as requested. You felt your bra being tampered with, soon having it fall down your arms. You moved your hand and flung it to the side, eager to feel Yoongi inside of you again.

You waited.

And waited.

But you never felt it.

You turned your head and saw Yoongi pumping himself with his hand as he stared at your body before him. He bit his lip and winked at you, continuing to stroke his length. Wanting him back inside of you you moved your hips in a slowly motion, trying to coax him back towards your heat.

"Do you want it back inside of you? Is that what you're telling me baby?" he asked, leaning forward and rubbing his cock against your slick folds. You nodded quickly, grinding against his throbbing dick. Yoongi grabbed your waist to stop your teasing. "Then tell me you want it," he growled in your ear, groping your breasts harshly, causing you to whine softly.

"I-I want it," you said meekly. Almost inaudibly.

Yoongi pulled on your nipples harshly, making your buck into his erection. "Tell me you want it, and tell me why you want it. If you do this I will give you all the pleasure you want baby, just tell me... Just say the words baby and it'll be yours. All yours baby," he purred into your ears. You shuddered at the thought of his cock back inside of your pussy and you bit your lip.

"I want you to keep fucking me in my pussy please," you cringed at your vulgarity, but Yoongi seemed to really enjoy the way you worded it.

"Oh my what a dirty girl, telling me to fuck her. Oh and in your pretty pussy no less. Well. You did tell me you wanted it and where baby, but not why. Tell me why you want me to fuck you," he said, barely pushing the head inside of your tightness.

"I want you to fuck me because it feels really good... I-I want to feel good, please make me feel good Yoongi. Make me feel good with you... c-cock," you fumbled with the words, but it didn't seem to matter because moments later you were full with Yoongi's length once more. The full stretching sensation made your head spin and you couldn't help but let out a long moan at the intrusion.

He felt much bigger inside of you at this angle and you could hardly keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. The feeling of him pounding into you was so incredible it was starting to make you drool. Yoongi reached around you and grabbed your hands that were on the floor in front of you. You watched as his fingers interlaced with yours and your heart began to flutter at the sight.

Why was he being so affectionate at this moment? Maybe it was a reward for begging for him to continue. But the notion struck something inside of you and you felt much better than you could've thought.

The two of you kept on like that for a little while. You could feel the beginning of pleasure starting to take over your senses all over again. Yoongi could feel his end drawing in as well. A man could only take so much of your tightness before it all became too much.

"Y-Yoongi... It feels really good," you moaned, gripping his hands tightly. Yoongi placed kisses on your shoulders and down your spine as he started to fuck into you so hard that your face started hitting the floor at the ferocity of his thrusts. He couldn't be gentle anymore. He had to let it out. He had to claim you. He had to turn your soul just as black as his...

But he couldn't. The pure white light that was your soul continued to shine brightly. Confusion swept over him as he started to slow his pace. You whined at the loss of friction and clenched your muscles around him in a desperate attempt to get him to keep going. Yoongi did so, but much deeper than before, keeping an eye on your soul as he started to lose himself to orgasm.

You screamed his name as your climax came down on you like a lightening strike. Yoongi felt you become even tighter around his length and he couldn't take it anymore. He released with a groan into your neck and he could feel you milking him for everything he had. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, slowly thrusting into you to extend your orgasms.

You collapsed to the floor, Yoongi following you slowly.

You had sex with another man, and it was probably the best experience of your life. Yoongi watched as your soul started to tint with blackness. He could feel your soul slowly turning blacker and blacker with each shudder of his hips that sent more and more of his cum into your virgin tunnel.

Yoongi sighed as he knew this was more than likely going to knock you up.

It wasn't the first time, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last. But you simply shuddered as he pulled out of you and started to reach for his clothing.

Darkness overwhelmed you as you started to accept what had just happened. You had sex with someone and you weren't married. You had sinned. That was wrong of you. But you couldn't help it... He felt so good inside of you and he knew exactly what to do to bring you over the edge.

"You should get up, being on the ground for a long time isn't good for you," Yoongi said, pulling his shirt onto his frame before starting to button it back up.

Soft whimpers rang through his ears and Yoongi turned around to see you crying on the ground with his cum leaking out of your sore womanhood. You hadn't even attempted to move since he got off of you and he started to feel concerned about what was happening to you. Normally women would start begging for another round if their souls had gone through the transfer... But your soul wasn't black. It was grey. As if it was tainted, but not completely corrupted.

Yoongi's summoner was very clear with her instructions.

"Bring her down. I want her to be turned into a common whore by the time you're done with her. Bring her down to everyone else's level. I want her virginity to be taken by a demon," she had said with a crazed look in her eyes.

Now, Yoongi wasn't particularly keen on taking the orders of the insane, but he had no choice. She had summoned him and he had to do her bidding. It was the rules.

However, seeing you on the ground with dried blood on your thighs and tears shaking your form, his former human heart lurched at the sight. He couldn't just leave a girl crying in a burning church... He simply couldn't do that.

You were overwhelmed with grief and despair when you felt two strong arms wrap you up in your blanket and pick you up without difficulty. You stared at him with tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat.

"Tell me where your house is, we need to get you cleaned up, and I doubt you can walk right now," he said, walking down the stairs of the alter. You watched as the flames parted for him, leaving the two of you untouched.

"I live down the road a few miles, it's a white house," you said, resting your head on his shoulder, letting the guilt consume you.

Yoongi could feel the sadness radiating from you. It was suffocating. He leaned down and captured your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. You were stunned at the action, but let him kiss you. Once he pulled away, you looked into his deep brown eyes.

Brown?

They had changed.

"What are you?" you asked as the pair of you walked out of the church into the now clear night. He sighed and rubbed your leg while he started to walk down the road.

"You won't like what you hear," he said, his eyes starting to glow red.

"I just gave you everything I had, I think I have a right to know," you said firmly. Yoongi looked down at you with surprise, but nodded in agreement. Suddenly there was a flash and you were in your front lawn. You screamed in shock and grabbed onto Yoongi tightly with fear. He choked slightly, removing your arms from his neck as he opened your suddenly unlocked front door.

"I'm a demon," he mumbled before carrying you up the stairs to your bathroom. Dread filled your stomach as you thought about what just happened. You gave your virginity to a demon. You should've guessed earlier with all the fire and the glowing red eyes, but you were blinded by lust, and now you were in shock.

"Will I get pregnant because of you?" you asked, placing your hand on your stomach, thinking of when he released his seed inside of you.

"More than likely, unless you're on birth control," he said with a grain of hope.

"My religion doesn't believe in birth control," you mumbled, wishing now that they did. Maybe there was an acceptation if you would be giving birth to a demons child.

"Well in a few weeks we'll find out," he said, placing you in the bathtub slowly, removing your blanket.

"I-If I am pregnant, what am I going to do?" you panicked, gripping the side of the tub with despair. Yoongi sighed and bit his lip trying to think. Normally he just left and let the girls deal with it on their own. Usually they died before they could even find out they were pregnant, but you were going to be a special case.

"I'll help you," he said, grabbing a wash cloth from underneath the sink. Your cheeks flushed.

"B-But my family will disown me... And my boyfriend will leave me..." you whimpered. Yoongi sighed, exasperated by this conversation. He walked over and took your hands with his.

"Hey, it's my fault for not using a damn condom alright? Quit freaking out and if it happens, we'll deal with it together. I won't abandon you," he said. Your hear swelled with the thought of carrying his child and having him near you when you brought a new life into the world.

"B-But my family," you said, biting your lip.

"You're going to have to disappear. As hard as it is, that's what's going to have to happen. Other demons will come looking for me in the future. I'm going rouge for you, appreciate what I'm doing doll face, this is a specialty of mine. I'll stay with you if you're pregnant. If not, then, well, the virginity blunder can be on me," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

After that the room went silent as he started washing your battered frame. Your hand trailed down to your stomach and you looked down and couldn't help but hope that there was a new life growing in your stomach...

Because as much as you hated yourself for it. You wanted him to stay with you, forever.

Mattress

Let's just admit it.

We're all huge sluts for Hoseok.

The hot drink burned your tongue as you tried to take a sip.

It was too early in the morning to be doing anything.

But here you were, waiting, as per usual.

He liked to make these requests of you, showing him how much you really were his.

Jong Hoseok was your Sugar Daddy.

There were many ways to put oneself through college. But, working a full-time job and getting next to no where from that didn't sound good to you. Slaving in a kitchen with twenty other people risking burns for customers that didn't even give a shit.

At least with Mr. Hoseok, both parties were entertained by what you were doing. And, it didn't always mean sex.

Sometimes he simply didn't want to eat dinner alone. Other times he wanted someone's opinion on his outfit in the morning. And other times, he wanted home cooked meals from a person he knew.

Every time he called you, there was something else he wanted. But, he always gave you what you wanted in return. He was a funny guy with a good heart, but to you, he was Daddy.

He was the chairman of an electronics company that had completely blown up around the world. Everyone had one of his cellphones or one of his laptops. If they were lucky, on of his state of the art cameras.

And you had all three.

Only the best for Daddy's princess.

He paid you in gifts like these sometimes, but mainly, he transferred the money to your bank accounts every month. You were surprised how much he was willing to give you. Anything you said you were interested in, Hoseok would inquire if it was something he could get you.

However, you mainly just wanted your college to be paid for. Although, being near Hoseok wasn't something you were going to complain about.

The way you met Hoseok was at a bar. You had been a waitress for almost two and a half years when this gorgeous man strolled into the building with three or four other men in suits. Your mouth dropped open. The man in the very front was absolutely mouth watering.

All of the waitresses jumped at the chance to serve such a high class man. But, whether it be fate, luck, or sheer coincidence, he sat in your section.

You shooed all the doe eyed girls out of the way and walked over with a gentle smile on your face.

"And what can I get you gentlemen this afternoon?" you asked, readying your pen. They went around the table giving you their orders with big smiles. You got to the gorgeous one and his eyes seemed to run over your frame with a quick movement.

"I'd like a Moscow Mule light ice and your phone number please," he asked, leaning forward and giving you a seductive smile.

"There he goes again," a younger man said, throwing his brown hair out of his face and leaning back in the chair.

"Hoseok, don't be so forward when you've just met someone!" a man with pinkish tinted hair scolds.

"Of course, Hobi-hyung is the first one to hit on the waitress," another one with blonde hair commented.

But you simply smiled and went to go get their drinks. All of the waitresses swarmed you with questions and begged you to give them the table. You shook your head and gave their orders to the bartender.

Namjoon kept shaking the mixer while looking at you.

"You seem tense, what did that guy want from you? You seemed to tense up a bit on your way over here," he said, eyeing up the table.

Namjoon had been like your brother at the bar. Always watching over you and making sure that no man disrespected you while you were at work.

"Just asked for my number and a drink. Harmless," you said, giving him a soft smile. Namjoon didn't take the bait, but decided to leave it alone.

Soon, their drinks were ready and you went back to the table.

The men got quiet when you approach them with their drinks. You gave them a big smile and set their drinks down in the correct order.

"Here we go. A bottle of soju with a cut up lime, bourbon with a shot of pickle juice, lightest beer on tap and a Moscow mule with light ice," you said. They were pleased and thanked you.

The one named Hoseok didn't seem to bother you anymore.

The table stayed for around an hour an a half, casually drinking and ordering small things to snack on throughout the evening.

At the end of everything, you wound up really enjoying the table as a whole. You learned their names. Jungkook, who was the youngest. Jimin, who was older by a few years. Jin who was the oldest of them all. Finally getting to Hoseok, who happened to be the same age as Namjoon who was working the bar!

They were all very kind and made you laugh, even giving you their phone numbers just to hang out again if you wanted.

All in all, the night was a success. You were pleased with their business and for once you were happy to be a waitress.

As you were cleaning up near closing you felt a tap on your shoulder. You jumped slightly, only to see that it was Hoseok.

"Oh, Hoseok-oppa. You startled me. What do you need?" you asked, standing before him. He looked you over for the second time that you could see and stared directly into your eyes.

"Is their anything you want, in this world?" he asked, sitting down at the empty table.

You gawked at him, surprised at his nonchalant attitude towards you. But, you thought about his statement and nodded.

"I want to go to college and not have to work in a bar six to seven days a week," you said, sitting down across from him.

He leaned forward on his arms and smiled at you. "What if I told you I could make that happen?" he asked, cocking his head to the side slightly. You narrowed your eyes at him and sat up a little straighter.

"I'd have to call bull-shit, sorry for the language," you said, crossing your arms.

"What if I proved it to you? Would you be willing to go on a date with me next week?" he asked. Your eyes seemed to get narrower, but you were intrigued by this handsome individual before you.

"What time and where would we be going?" you asked, testing the waters.

"How about dinner in one of my hotels, the one closest to the water has a salmon dish that I'm fond of, are you in?" he challenged.

You weren't one to back down, so you agreed.

The date went surprisingly well. The two of you clicked in a way that you didn't think was possible with someone you'd met in a bar and served drinks to for a few hours. However, Hoseok was a gentleman and treated you like a lady.

After the dinner he'd taken you back to his apartment. Which was a bad move on your part, but the red wine you had had was flooding through your veins and you felt great.

Hoseok sat you down on the couch and approached you with a question on his lips.

"I know this is going to sound awful after just one date... And I don't want to do this to objectify you in anyway... Please understand that I am doing this to help you, and ease my loneliness as well... I want you to be... my sugar baby," he managed to squeak out.

You were enraged at first. But the more Hoseok explained what he would be asking of you, and what it really meant to be a sugar baby, the more you calmed down and started actually listening.

Because originally, it didn't start with sex.

It started with dates and home cooked meals. You coming over for a glass of wine here and there.

However, that wasn't paying enough for you.

You asked if Hoseok would pay you more if you had sex with him. He got a little upset, and rightfully so. You had insulted him...

He said that if you wanted more money, all you had to do was ask for it.

But, one drunken night, the two of you managed to stumble into his bed and go at it like bunnies in the spring time as it were.

The next morning he woke up to you in the kitchen making him breakfast.

And after that, the two of you were hooked on each other.

Now, you were waiting for him in a coffee shop at seven thirty in the fucking morning. All because he wanted to see you before he was stuck in an office for an entire day.

You heard the bell on the door ring and Hoseok's brilliant self walked through the door. Even though you were tired and cranky, you managed to smile and give him a tight hug.

The pair of you sat down at the table and you sipped on your coffee with a delicate precision. Hoseok seemed to admire you as you drank the bitter hot liquid.

"So, why did you call me here so early in the morning?" you asked, looking up from your coffee.

Hoseok leaned back in his spot and gazed at you with his bedroom eyes. You almost choked on your coffee from the sudden arousal you felt, but you remained as composed as you could considering the circumstances.

"I got something at the apartment this morning and I couldn't wait until later for you to see it. So I decided that you should probably have some coffee before you came over, because you aren't going to be leaving for a while," he whispered with a smirk on his face. Your cheeks flushed red and you squirmed in your seat.

For whatever reason, Hoseok knew every single way to turn you on. It seemed ridiculous, but he did.

Every thing that made your skin erupt in sparks, he knew.

He always managed to rile you up some way or another. The way that he slide his hand down your back, almost touching your ass but never getting there.

"And what did you get at the apartment this morning?" you asked, trying to keep yourself from losing it.

Abruptly, Hoseok stood up. His sudden action caused you to stand as well, curious as to what you did wrong. You gave him a stunned look but he simply smiled and shook his head before giving you another hug. You weren't going to say no to his actions so you hugged back.

"I got a new mattress. Better for daddy to fuck his princess on, what do you say?" he asked in a dirty tone. Your face flushed at his words, but you were practically dripping from being in his presence anyways. And the way he ran his tongue over his lips was sinful.

He would certainly be the death of you.

"Can we leave, now?" you asked, already grabbing your bag. Hoseok simply smiled at you and took your arm, leading you towards the door.

-_-_-_-_-

The air was warm when you walked into his penthouse.

It was one of the first things you noticed when you first came to his house. It was full of light and warmth, something that he radiated wherever he went. Hoseok was someone who no matter the circumstances, could make you smile.

The two of you wandered around the apartment for a few moments, gathering your thoughts. Hoseok had been very brash with you, especially out in public. However, that wasn't the first time he'd been like that with others around.

His favorite time to tease you was when his friends were around. You had taken a liking to them and he used that to his advantage. They knew you had some kind of fling going on.

Especially when Jin walked in one morning when you were making breakfast in your bra and panties with one of Hoseok's work shirts on.

You were certain that he had spank bank material for months after that.

However, you didn't want to give them the wrong impression about yourself. You had respect for your mind and your body. And Hoseok was never disrespectful of either. You were going to college, him paying for all of it without batting an eye.

You admired him as he set his jacket down on the couch and stretched out. He was a dance instructor in the afternoons some days and you knew that he was talented with his tongue.

He liked to say that if his father hadn't have given him the company, he would've been in a street dance group or in one of the idol schools where he could be in a big boy band.

Hoseok was talented in anything he did, it seemed. Except for singing... Rapping sure, but never singing.

You walked over and ran your nails down his clothed back temptingly. Hoseok growled slightly as the contact and leant back into your touch. You smiled at the actions and continued to run your nails all over his clothed flesh.

If there was one thing you loved to do during sex with him, it was scratch. You loved looking at the red lines you left behind after a passionate night with him. He'd always admire them in the mirror and say, 'Damn, Daddy must've pounded his princess really good. Look at what you did to Daddy."

His shirt felt so good under your hands, but the muscle underneath the shirt is what you were really interested in. He seemed to understand what you were getting at, so he shed his shirt quickly.

Finally, your hands met his bare skin and you moaned merely at the contact. His warm skin felt like heaven underneath your nails and with every scratch down his beautiful flesh, you saw a shiver run down his spine that had you squeezing your thighs together to relieve the pressure that you were feeling.

Hoseok turned to face you and picked you up so that you were sitting with your legs wrapped around his waist. You leaned down without hesitation and planted your lips on his with eagerness.

You moaned when your back hit a wall roughly.

Hoseok had his hands in your pants, rubbing against your clit with ferocity. You were writhing and screaming with your fingers gripping his shoulders desperately.

"Daddy!" you yelped as he managed to slip a finger inside of your heat.

Everything was so fast that you hardly had any time to register your orgasm that was looming over you.

Suddenly it all hit you and you gripped his shoulders tightly, feeling your climax hit you without much of a build up.

Maybe it was because you hadn't had him in so long your body felt deprived.

That must be it, because the two of you hadn't been able to have much more than quick oral sessions when he visited you in your dorm room.

Sudden pain flared up in your spine and you realized that you had hit your back on the doorknob of the room after Hoseok has slammed you against the door.

"Real," you gasped out.

It was your safe word.

It meant, real pain, really scared, those types of things so that it wasn't mistake with your yelps of pain from punishment or anything like that. Hoseok froze and lowered you to the ground quickly checking you over with worry on his face.

"What is it? Are you hurt?" he asked, patting your head comfortingly. You smiled and pointed to the doorknob.

"I-It got me in the back... I just need a minute," you whispered, rubbing your back, silently cursing the knob for landing in your back at such an inopportune time.

"I'm so sorry princess, you know the last thing I want is to hurt you. When it's not fun anyways," he mumbled, rubbing your back soothingly.

"It's alright Daddy, your princess likes it when you're rough," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for an alluring kiss. It was so good to feel his lips against yours and nothing would ever be able to replace the rush you got when his hands wandered back into your panties.

His fingers worked against you deftly as he worked you up a little more.

"I don't think I can wait for Daddy's cock... Can we get straight to the fucking Daddy? Please?" you asked in your submissive voice that you knew got you anything you wanted. Hoseok couldn't resist anything when you said it in that tone.

He moaned and picked you up in his arms once again, much slower this time, being cautious of the door handle and your back. His gentleness made you smile, but you knew it wasn't going to last for long.

"Please Daddy, your princess needs your cock, please Daddy," you whined softly. Hoseok's eyes turned dark as he pulled your pants and panties off in a swift yank. You shivered as you felt the cold air of the room rush over your bare skin.

"Mmm... Daddy loves it when he can see the goosebumps on your skin," he muttered while running his lips over your chilled flesh. You moaned as the warmth of his mouth made you want more.

Why was he teasing so much?

God, as hot as this was, you really just wanted him to be inside of you.

The stretching that occurred every time he entered you. How you always needed a minute before he started moving because you were just so...

Tight.

His pants were being thrown to the floor and you reached up to tug on his hair, urging him to get moving faster.

"Princess is so needy tonight. Since Daddy made a mistake, you are allowed to be greedy tonight, alright princess? Anything you want, Daddy will give you," he said with a low, sultry voice.

"I want your cock, Daddy. Please, put it in me. I want it so bad I can barely think... Fill up your princess Daddy," you moaned out.

Hoseok was quick to take off your shirt and bra, reaching forward to grope your chest harshly. He attached his lips to your nipples and sucked at them the way you loved. You moaned and bucked your hips into his crotch several times. He gasped and bit down on your nipples playfully.

"Daddyyyy," you keened out, tugging on his hair as he ravished your chest. "No more teasing, I want you inside me, that's what your princess wants," you gasped out. Hoseok nodded and brought his mouth away from your chest.

Finally, he lowered his boxers and reached over into the bedside drawer for the condoms. After rolling one on he moved his finger in between your folds to test your wetness. You moaned, already worked up from the one orgasm he'd given you.

Hoseok decided you were wet enough and lined himself up with your entrance. As always, he stopped right before you thought he was going to push in.

"Are you sure?" he asked, like always. Making sure that everything was consensual.

"Daddy, please fuck me," you moaned.

Without any other words, Hoseok pushed forward into your tight heat.

You froze at the sensation of being so full. He always made you feel so good, no matter what position you started in. It always felt amazing.

After a few moments, he pulled out and pushed his full length inside of you. You gripped onto his shoulders and ran your nails down his chest. Hoseok hissed at the pain, but it only drove him further inside of you. It was the desired effect.

The burning of the stretching had your lower stomach in a fiery mess. Every little movement he made drew molten heat into your womanhood. It all felt so good. You couldn't say it enough.

He was always so good to you.

In anything he did with you, he did it to the best of his ability.

It wasn't like him to let you boss him around, so you were going to take advantage of this situation.

"Daddy, I want more kisses," you said breathlessly.

Hoseok really only used kissing as foreplay. He said that during sex it only got in the way. Why would he focus on your lips when he could focus on pounding your pussy so hard you saw stars?

However, he lowered his lips to yours without complaint and started kissing you slowly as his hips picked up speed.

The combined sensations of his lips against yours while his cock was deep inside of you was an overwhelming feeling.

You felt much more connected to him this way.

Other than the obvious one.

"Fuck baby, so tight around my dick. Did you miss Daddy's cock? Huh? Did you miss how well I fuck you? You love Daddy fucking you so hard that you can't walk the next day, huh? Tell Daddy how much you love him fucking you," he groaned into your neck.

"I love how you fuck me Daddy. It always feels so good, you feel good. I don't want to be able to move from this bed for the rest of the day because that means I have to wait for you to fuck me again. I don't want to wait for you cock, Daddy. It feels too amazing," you cried out as he got faster the longer you spoke.

Dirty talk was one of your favorite things. Hoseok wasn't much for it in the bedroom, but it was another one of your perks of the day.

Hoseok's hips continued pounding into you at an alarming rate. You could practically feel the bruises forming already, but you couldn't find a fuck to give.

"I want to ride you Daddy, please," you begged as Hoseok shuddered with effort above you. He gave you a look, but then conceded. He pulled out of you with a wet 'pop' that had you feeling incredible empty.

He laid back, disgruntled that he had to relinquish control over to you. You crawled over to him and pulled the condom off, throwing it into the trash can.

Hoseok about had a heart attack and gripped your wrist before you could get back on him.

"Hang on, we're not doing this without a rubber," he said, going for the drawer.

"I'm on the pill, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I want you to cum inside of me bad. Think you could do that, Daddy? Could you fill your princess with cum?" you whimpered, rubbing your clit to satisfy yourself until he was inside of you again.

Although he seemed a little hesitant, Hoseok let go of your wrist. You happily got on top of him and slowly lowered yourself onto his bare cock. Without much of a warning he bucked up into you. A gasp escaped your throat and you fell forward a little bit. You were in pain but, managed to keep yourself from crying out.

"Oh fuck, princess. It's been so long since I've gone bare. I forgot how good it feels, sorry princess," he apologized while rubbing your chest. You groaned as his experienced hands worked over your sensitive nubs and flesh. You started to move your hips up and down his length, making sure to swivel your hips a little as you came down.

It's been a long time since you'd topped and you forgot how amazing it feels to be in control. Everything moved at the pace you wanted it to and that had you moaning.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," you chanted as Hoseok's hips bucked up to meet yours. You could feel him everywhere. Even though he was underneath you, his hands were on your chest. You could feel him inside of you, filling you up with his length and it euphoric.

"Princess you're so tight, even when Daddy is fucking you so hard. I bet it's difficult to take all of me inside your wet little pussy. Does it sting a little? Or does it feel good?" he questioned, moving a thumb down to your clit.

You gasped and clawed at his chest.

The familiar burning in your stomach started rising again. You needed to cum, and you wanted to feel his release inside of you more than anything right now.

You started smacking your hips against his, making lewd sounds as you worked yourself on his dick as if your life depended on it. Hoseok was groaning murmurs of princess as well as your name.

Exhaustion was creeping into your bones, but desire fueled you forward. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room and you could hardly believe how hard you were moving on top of him. You wanted to ask if he was alright, but you were too fucked out to care. The only thing that mattered right now was cumming, for the both of you..

Hoseok had a hold of your hips so you didn't buck yourself right off of his lap. The last thing he wanted was to be separated from you at this moment. You moaned out his pet named numerous times before gripping his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum. I want you to cum too, please Daddy. Give it to me. I want your cum leaking out of me as you watch. I want you to see what a mess you've made of your princess. Please Daddy, fucking cum inside of me. I want it so bad," you cried out, running your nails down his chest.

Hoseok moaned out your name as you clawed at his flesh, but he continued to meet your hips each time they came down to maximize both of your pleasures.

Suddenly, he pushed his thumb down on your clit harshly, and that's all it took.

You felt yourself fall over the edge into an orgasm so powerful that if Hoseok hadn't been hanging onto you, you surely would've fallen over from the strength of it all.

Hoseok followed you moments later, the clenching of your walls being no match for his will power. You felt the scorching heat filling you up and everything seemed right. You could feel his cum pouring into you and your heart stopped at the sensation.

He was really doing it.

He really came inside of you.

Eventually, you collapsed onto his chest. Kissing the tattered flesh there delicately.

Soon, Hoseok rubbed your back and helped you onto the mattress. You winced when he pulled out, but you didn't miss the sight of his eyes widening when his release started trickling out of your battered sex.

If he could have, he probably would've kept fucking you right away if only his sex drive would allow that.

-_-_-_-_-

You felt absolutely boneless. As per usual after one of Hoseok's fuck sessions.

"So, what do you think?" Hoseok asked after cleaning you up.

"One of the best rounds we've ever had," you murmured, curling up into his side.

With a huff and a pout Hoseok replied.

"No! Of the mattress!"

Out of Work

Hello everyone! It’s been a while!

So sorry about that. 

Anyways I’m back on the rack and ovula-

We’re not going to go there. But anyways enjoy some Jimin smut. 

DON’T OWN THE GIF!

I don't know if I can go through with this," you murmured to your agent as you sat in the  dressing room.

"Well, it's not too late to call this off. But, Jimin is one of the best pornstars in the industry and it would be good for you to work with him. He's worked with a lot of people and you would do well to keep up appearances here," she said, rubbing your shoulders.

The nerves were stemming from the fact that you were so new to the industry and that Jimin had a reputation that was nothing short of incredible. All of the women that had the pleasure of fucking him said that they came probably three or four times.

"Well, he wants to meet you, so... If you don't want to go through with this after you meet him I'm certainly not going to make you. It's all up to you dear. I'll see you afterwards," your agent said before leaving the room.

You had only been in three adult movies before and they were kind of shit. The guy wasn't that great and the people you were working with weren't the nicest.

Your agent decided that you were made for the higher up in production value movies. That were actual movies. You managed to snag the main role in this film and it was your first day on set.

The character you were portraying was the young apprentice of a very power wizard. You are in love with him and want to get him to have sex with you. Your character brews a potion and gives it to him in a drink and suddenly he fucks you.

If you were being honest, you were getting wet just thinking about Jimin.

He was well known and you had been dying to work with him... But.

You were very new to the industry and you didn't want to disappoint him. God forbid he get flaccid in the middle of a take.

Also, having sex in front of a camera still made you a little nervous.

You were insecure about your body and had all of the insecurities that most women did. You were worried about your weight and the way that you looked when you left the house.

A knock on the door shook you out of your thoughts.

"Come in!" you shouted, looking towards the door.

You stared in amazement as Jimin walked through the door with a beautiful smile on his face.

"Hey! You're ___, right? It's so great to meet you!" he said walking over and offering you an embrace like you were an old friend. You stepped into his arms hesitantly, but gave him a timid little hug.

Once he pulled away he chuckled.

"W-what?" you asked, curious as to why he was laughing.

"Oh, sorry. It's just, I can see why they picked you for the role. You're so shy, and so is your character. But, I just wanted to come in and ask for a safe word and things that are off limits," he said, sitting down.

You chewed on your lip and nodded, sitting down as well.

"Uh... Thank you. And, um, no degrading language other than what is scripted. Being called a slut and a whore don't turn me on at all... No anal... Biting is fine and encouraged. Blood play is fine also. Finishing inside is also fine, seeing as how it's scripted. Also, no choking please," you said, listing all of your normal rules.

Jimin was listening intently the whole time.

After you were done he gave a nod.

"So, no degrading language other than what's scripted. No anal. But biting is something you like," he winked after that, sending a rush of heat through your body. "As well as blood play, something not a lot of people are into, interesting kink. And finishing is scripted inside but if you aren't on any kind of contraceptive then I'm pulling out. And no choking. That's not something I like either. Hurting other's isn't really my thing. But, thanks for sharing all of that! I feel like I know you a little better know as well," he gave another adorable smile.

He was way too cute to be in the adult film industry.

"I-Is there anything you don't want me to do? Consent goes both ways," you stated, looking up from your knees.

"Ah, so kind of you to ask. Um, just don't try to stick anything up my ass and I think we'll be fine... Also, no teeth on the blow job part please? But, that's kind of a universal isn't it? But you didn't tell me your safe word," he pointed out.

"Oh! It's stop with three taps from my hand," you said, giving him the information he wanted.

"Stop with three taps. I'll make sure that you won't have to use it," he gave another smile and you were wondering how much pain he would put you through before the pleasure would arrive.

Seriously, those smiles were killing you inside.

"Do you have a safe word?" you asked, wanting to make sure he had the right to stop if he wanted to.

"End. Simple enough. Although, I haven't had to use mine yet, have you?" he asked, getting comfortable in the chair across from you.

"Yeah, a few times. People in the cheaper movies are way rougher than necessary," you commented, rubbing your elbows.

Jimin got a look of anger on his face. "That's ridiculous. Just because the funding is less doesn't mean that you deserve to get treated like a piece of meat, what the hell happened?" he questioned, seeming to want to know more.

"Uh, well... He ignored my choking rule, so we had to stop. We didn't finish filming because I wasn't comfortable enough to continue," you said, trying hard not to let the bad memory affect you.

"That fuckhead, you better not give me his information cause I'll royally screw that guy over," he growled.

You'd never seen someone so angry about the situation before... Your parents had passed on and you didn't have any siblings. It makes working in an adult industry much easier. Seeing as how you didn't have to face anyone about working in it.

"Honestly, I just try to leave it behind me. I trust you, so, let's do a good job today. Yeah?"

You offered your hand for him to shake and he took it, before leaning down and kissing your hand gently. Heat rushed to your cheeks and Jimin smiled brightly.

"You're so cute. Just a kiss on the hand and you're blushing. So sweet. I can't wait to do our scene today."

And with a mysterious look, Jimin got up out of the chair and left the room.

You were drenched in your panties and he didn't even kiss you or anything. His hands were strong and his arms looked incredible. His lips were so plush and everything about him seemed to lure you in.

A few minutes later your agent wandered in the door. You looked up at her and she was staring at you with a look on her face.

"You want to do it now?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

You nodded hesitantly and gave her a sheepish smile.

"Uh, he's really nice. I think we'll do really well together," you said, trying to avoid the tutting that was sure to follow.

"I told you. He's the best, and he's the best for a reason. His charisma is unmatched. His sex appeal is through the roof and the ladies love him. But, the goal is for the men to love you. You need to make sure that you affect him just as much as he affects you. Remember the audience," she stated.

Another knock at the door rang through the room. You and your agent looked up and saw the director standing there.

"Hello ladies! It's time for us to get started! Are you ready?" he asked, placing his hand on his hip.

You nodded and stood up, fixing your robes and such to fall correctly. He gave you a smile and ushered you out the door to the set.

-_-_-_-_-

It was hot under the lights and you and Jimin had been filming the actual movie portions all day.

Right now, you were giving him the potion that was supposed to make him want to fuck you.

You poured the water in a glass of grape soda. Jimin was reading some books with glasses on in such a way that was dangerous to your heart. He looked so serious sitting there.

"Ah, thank you. You can set that right here," he said, gesturing to his desk. The desk you were going to be bent over in a few minutes. You did as you were told and put the glass on the table.

As Jimin drank the drink you sat down in the chair sitting opposite the desk. He finished the drink and set the glass down.

Suddenly, Jimin started getting flustered. You knew that it was going to be time soon.

"Alright and cut! Jimin go get yourself hard and come back," the director said. Jimin nodded and walked out of the room. "Do you need anything, ___? Water or something like that? Lube?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned for your well being.

"No, I'm alright," you smiled.

Jimin came back a few minutes later with an obvious tent in his boxers. You swallowed hard and tried to fight back the blush that threatened to rise up on your cheeks.

"Alright, we'll stop after the blow job. Improv from you to as long as it goes within the script parameters. Audio running. Standing by. ACTION!" he shouted.

You watched as Jimin shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Um... sir? Are you alright?" you asked, following the script for as long as you could.

"Don't call me sir, it makes me think some inappropriate things about my apprentice..."

You flushed pink and bit your lip seductively.

"W-what if I said that I was alright with you thinking inappropriately about me?" you asked. Jimin's head snapped up and he looked at you with dilated pupils. You pushed his books off his desk and crawled up on the table and straddled him.

Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a nervous look.

"I can't do this... You're my apprentice, this is wrong," he breathed, running his hands over your body. You took his hand and placed it on your breast, gaining confidence as you felt his erection pressing into your thigh.

"It's not wrong if we don't tell anyone... I won't say anything. If you promise not to say anything, then we'll be safe. I need you so bad sir. Please, fuck me," you whimpered, rubbing your center against his. Jimin let out a strangled moan.

Without much else of a warning, Jimin was stood up. You squealed lightly and clung onto him so you didn't fall and ruin the take. Jimin wrapped an arm around you, securing you in place. The sound of books falling to the floor startled you, although you remained in character.

The wood pressed into your back as Jimin set you down on the desk. You reached forward and connected your lips to his in a shy kiss. He was eager to respond, mashing his lips with yours in a seductive manner.

No wonder women couldn't get enough of him. If you had full time access to his lips, you'd probably be in heaven.

His lips wandered down your throat and to your chest. Jimin pulled at the outfit and managed to pull the robe off of your body. The lingerie piece that had been selected sat delicately on your frame. Jimin swallowed hard and you relished in the fact that you had that effect on him. Either that or he was an exceptional actor.

You watched his eyes dilate in lust and desire as his lips reconnected to your flesh. He kissed down your stomach and made it to your panties. You knew you were drenched, but he stilled looked up in surprise.

"You're so wet..."

A flush of red went through your cheeks. Jimin was staring unabashedly at your center with longing.

"Y-you'd better do something about it," you whispered.

Jimin seemed to come out of his daze and attached his mouth to your core. A startled moan escaped you as you felt pleasure rip through your center. His lips were so plump and hot against you that you could hardly speak.

Even with your panties on it felt incredible. You could hardly wait for when all of his clothes came off as well.

"Take my panties off sir, I want to feel your mouth on me. Please sir, I can't wait," you whined, tugging on the sleeves of his robes. Jimin smiled at your eagerness and complied with your demands.

You watched as he slowly dragged the intricate material down your legs and onto the floor. He touched your legs and looked at you for confirmation to continue. You parted your legs and watched as he took in what lay between your thighs.

You'd never seen such a good actor. He was so entranced by you. You were drenched and in desperate need of sorting out and Jimin was rock hard against his thigh. It was so painful and he needed to get off, but you came first in his mind.

His lips came down on your center and you managed a strangled moan. His mouth was so hot and he was obviously talented in this particular area of sex. You cried out as his tongue swirled around your bundle of nerves and sneakily dipped into your sex for a moment. Jimin's hands rubbed up your hips and wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place.

"Mmm, you taste amazing... How have I kept my hands off of you for this long? I deserve a reward," he mumbled into your core.

"You're getting it right now," you whipped back. Jimin cocked an eyebrow at you and seemed entertained by your remark.

"And I intend to enjoy every moment of it," he said, pulling away from your sex. You keened in annoyance. Jimin simply smiled at your whining and pulled his robe over his head.

Oh sweet fuck...

Was that ever an incredible sight.

You watched in amazement as his stomach flexed and his arms were revealed to you. He was ripped. You could hardly believe that this was the same guy who was giving you adorable smiles in the dressing room as you chatted.

His boxers didn't stand a chance against you. Without much more hesitation you lunged forward and yanked his underwear down and your hand was on his cock within an instant. Jimin let out a delicious little moan that you got on your knees and swallowed as you latched your lips onto his.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and groaned in pleasure as you ran your hand over his throbbing length. You could feel him bucking into your palm as you made out on the desk. Everyone in the room was dead silent and the only thing you could hear were the fans that were going to keep your cool and the sound of Jimin and you making out.

Finally, Jimin pulled his mouth away from yours. Not before biting down on your lip and pulling. You moaned and gripped onto his shoulder. He smirked and grabbed your hand on his cock.

"I know something that would be better than your hand on my cock, baby," he said. You nodded and got down on your hands and knees.

It didn't take another word between the two of you before your mouth was enveloping his dick. Jimin let out a low groan and pulled your hair away from your face. He wanted to watch every little motion you did. Every wince from his cock being too big for your mouth. Every choke as you tried to take more and more of him in your gorgeous mouth.

You hummed on his cock and watched as his knees trembled ever so slightly. His back arched a bit and shoved more of his length into your mouth. You gagged and your eyes watered and Jimin backed off, letting you breath for a moment. He even went as far as to clean the spit off of your mouth before easing his length back in.

Eventually the crew gave you two the go ahead and Jimin pulled his cock out of your mouth.

"And cut for the beginning portions! Lets fix her make-up a big and Jimin keep yourself up. Set the blanket in the shot so we can see it."

The director kept going on about what he wanted and where it was. Jimin was still hard as fuck and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

Your make-up woman came over and fixed your running mascara.

Once everything was touched up, Jimin came back over and picked you up in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kept yourself in an appealing position.

Everyone got into place and set up for the remainder of the shoot.

"Alright. No more stopping until we get the finish inside. Audio rolling. Camera rolling, standby... ACTION!"

Jimin grabbed the blanket on the shelf and threw it on the table, while still managing to hang onto you. After he adjusted the blanket he set you on your back and walked in between your legs.

"Is this really alright? I don't want to do anything you don't want to do," he said. You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn't scripted, but you honestly couldn't pull yourself away from his lips.

He took it as your consent and started running his fingers over your lower lips, spreading your wetness all over your womanhood.

"Please hurry sir, I need you," you whimpered, gripping onto his shoulder.

Jimin nodded and pumped himself a few more times before pushing inside of you. You groaned at his size and length as he slowly eased inside of you. Jimin groaned and gasped as you clenched and adjusted around him.

"Jesus Christ you're so tight. How could you be so tight around me, baby?" he asked, licking his lips as they dried. You bit your lip and tried to think of something to say back, but all you could do was moan.

Jimin didn't seem to mind as he started to ease back and work himself into you. His dick was incredible inside of you. He was brushing against your G-spot immediately. You cried out and and arched your back into him.

Finally, you felt Jimin's hips meeting yours.

"Oh fuck... You alright? Because I need a minute," he whispered as he bit into your neck. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the bottom of his hairline and kissed his jaw.

"I'm okay," you whispered.

After a few moments Jimin started moving his hips in shallow thrusts. You cried out in shock and covered it as a moan of pleasure. There was slight pain at the adjustments but otherwise it felt incredible.

He knew what he was doing, that was for damn sure. Every little movement of his hips felt so good as he worked himself in and out of your tight heat. Jimin was becoming wrecked very quickly, although you had heard things about his stamina.

Was this just an act?  

You weren't sure.

All you knew is that he felt amazing and you could feel the startings of our orgasm approaching quickly.

After a while, Jimin seemed to get tired of the position you were in. The director nodded and the two of you changed it up.

Jimin had you get on your hands and knees and he entered you from behind. He felt much larger inside of you than he did before and he was hitting spots that you didn't even know existed.

Another thing that was turning you on was how much Jimin was playing to your kinks.

He would bite your shoulder and your neck, giving you that twinge of pain that made excitement pool in your stomach.

He was so large inside of you that you felt he was going to ruin you, but you didn't particularly care at this point. It felt too good for you to care about anything but him.

You didn't even know that you were filming anymore. All you cared about was the pleasure you were experiencing and the pleasure that Jimin was receiving from you as well.

Where were you?

Who were you?

Did it matter?

Did anything but you and him matter at this point?

Jimin seemed to be thinking similar things as he picked up the pace behind you.

"God you feel so good, I can't resist you any longer... I-I need you to be mine," he groaned.

The lewd sound of skin smacking on skin filled the room as you cried out your pleasure.

"I want to be yours! Make me yours sir!" you cried out, trying desperately to remember any parts of the script guidelines to talk about.

"I'm gonna cum baby, where do you want it?" he asked, even though it was already predetermined.

"Inside, cum inside me, please," you pleaded, running your nails across the desk you were set on.

Jimin kissed your back, before giving it a stingy little nip. You gasped as he did so.

Suddenly, he started pounding into you at an alarming rate. He was going so hard you thought he was going to fuck you off the table. But you didn't particularly mind that fact, it would be a work related injury anyways.

What a trip to the doctor's office that would be.

To snap you out of your humorous thoughts Jimin smacked into your pussy harshly. Your elbows collapsed and you fell against the table with a groan. Jimin was startled, but gripped onto your ass and started going even harder than he was before.

You could feel the pressure rising, getting closer to snapping. Jimin reached around the two of you and pressed his fingers into your clit, giving you that extra bit of pleasure to fall over the edge.

You cried out and started shaking and clenching around him.

"Fuck baby," he croaked out. You felt hot warmth splashing inside of you.

You shook with pleasure and collapsed on the table once Jimin pulled out of you.

After a few moments the crew started cleaning up and you were given a wash cloth. Jimin walked over with a serious look on his face.

What was wrong?

Did you do something wrong?

You didn't hear his safe word!

"You're going to be out of a job," he said.

Your stomach dropped and you didn't know what to do.

Just as you were about to burst into tears, Jimin rushed forward and kissed you with such a fierceness that you hadn't expected.

"You're going to be out of a job because no one but me will be fucking you ever again."

Vanilla Ice Cream

I DON’T OWN THE PICTURE!

I have returned with a Hybrid!AU oneshot as a special treat. I know you guys want another chapter of Owner, but I don’t have a lot of inspiration for that story. But new stuff is in the works! Thanks for passing 1100 followers! You guys rock! Please shoot me a message and tell me what’s up! I love to answer questions! Enjoy the read ~ Jessika

You really should’ve been thinking about your heat cycle much sooner than it being a week away. Sure you’d been getting yourself off more frequently as of late, but that was no problem, a couple sessions with one of your favorite toys and you were set for the rest of the day or at least until you could get home again.

However, now it was getting to the point where you really couldn’t leave the house without a change of panties because of it. There was only so much laundry a girl could do before she loses her mind.

“Just call one of your hybrid friends and bang it out for the weekend, I’ll go home and visit with my family so you can have the apartment all to yourself!”

Your friend, Lisa, said.

She was the God send during this whole experience. She came from a long line of hybrids and she knew all about going through your heat cycle and things of the like. You can’t remember how many times you’d called her in a fit of panic, thinking that your vagina was broken. Thankfully, your girl was still in working condition.

“No, we’d run the risk of mating and I really don’t want to deal with that shit,” you moaned in complaint, already thinking of the failure that was your last heat cycle.

You’d called your friend Namjoon and he accidentally got too involved with you and now things were only finally starting to return to normal. You truly valued a lot of your friendships far too much just to think about fucking getting in the way.

“Well, there is always-”

“No way in fucking hell Lisa,” you growled.

“He’s the only one that’s been through this with you before! I’m sure he’d come to help you out,” she said, leaning back against the couch.

“I’m not calling Chanyeol, I’d rather fuck my vibrators all weekend,” you said, huffing and crossing your arms over your chest.

“You know they’d never finish you off. You know how this works, Y/N,” she said. You groaned in annoyance and leaned your head against the back of your chair.

“I’m going to die of sexual frustration.”

“You won’t be the first young adult to do so.”

---

God you were horny as shit.

And math was boring as fuck. Your vibrators were looking awfully tempting sitting there in the closet while you stared at a bunch of functions that you honestly couldn’t give one shit about. Just as you were about to stand up and abandon your math homework for the night, there was a knock on your door.

“Yeah, come in,” you said, trying to not sound disappointed.

The door swung open to reveal your best friend of seventeen years, Min Yoongi.

“I decide to come all the way here to steal your ice cream and you can’t even sound excited to see me? What the fuck is this?” he said as he sat down on your bed with two spoons and your french vanilla ice cream sat on his lap.

“It’s me wanting to punch my professor in the face because of his stupid assignments,” you growled. Angry at the disruption in your evening plans, and the fact that Yoongi was stealing your ice cream.

Again.

“Something tells me that’s not the only reason,” he said, placing a spoon in front of you, tempting you towards the deliciousness of the frozen treat.

“I’d prefer to not tell you about it,” you said, cringing at the thought of explaining why you were so on edge to Yoongi.

“You on your period or something? Do I have to go buy you tampons again? Last time was a disaster,” he said, laying down on your sheets and stuffing a spoonful of vanilla in his mouth. You scoffed and thought back on that memory.

You’d been in bed all day because of horrible cramping and Lisa was out for the night at a friend’s party. You called Yoongi in a panic because you knew there weren’t any tampons or pads left in the house.

“Yoongi,” you whispered.

“What?” he said back into the phone. “You sound like shit, are you sick?” he asked.

“Kind of,” you said, thinking about the bodily process much more than you feasibly should’ve at the moment.

“Then why are you calling me? Get some rest and text me in the morning for an update,” he said, sounding further away from the phone.

“Hang on! Wait!” you shouted into the phone.

“Jesus fuck, what is it?” he asked, obviously done with your little charade.

“Can you help me please?” you whispered softly.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Did something happen?” he asked, sounding more and more concerned.

“I need you to go to the store and buy me pain killers, tampons and pads... Please,” you begged through the phone.

Silence floated over the receiver for a few moments.

“Yoongi? Min Yoongi? Did he hang up on me?” you asked more to yourself.

“You owe me for this, what kind do you need?”

You remember him stumbling through the door with a bunch of different kinds of feminine hygiene products and a receipt enough to make you faint. But, he insisted that he didn’t mind and offered to stay for the night incase you needed anything else.

Because that’s the kind of friend he was. He’d complain the whole fucking time if he didn’t want to do it, but if it meant something to you, he’d do it regardless.

Yoongi had been your friend for as long as you can remember.

You had gone to the same school together and you two had just sort of clicked. He didn’t really mesh well with other people and you understood that he needed his space. There were night when the two of you had stayed up the whole time and simply spoke about your dreams and what you wanted to do when you were older.

Other times you’d both do different things and not talk as much. Although, you’d never drifted too far away. Yoongi always had a way of showing up when you needed him to.

Prom night when your date had bailed on you and you were left crying in your living room until Yoongi showed up with a shitty bouquet and his mom's car for the night.

When you were certain you didn’t get into college and he appeared with your acceptance letter in hand, saying it was halfway down the street in a tree because of the windstorm from the night before.

“Wake up sleeping beauty,” Yoongi said, snapping his fingers in front of your face. You jumped in surprise. Yoongi gave you a smirk. “You were looking at me with a weird look on your face, think of something actually fun to do?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yoongi,” you said grasping his hands in yours. He gave you a confused look.

“Yeah?” he answered.

“You know I love you right? Being serious,” you said, tightening your grip on his hands.

“Of course. You keep french vanilla in your freezer even though mint chocolate chip is your favorite. You always find a way of making me laugh and you put up with me, not a lot of people would do that kiddo. I love you too, and don’t you forget it,” he said, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles soothingly.

You sighed in relief and pulled him in for a tight hug. Yoongi was stunned at first, but quickly melted into your arms and rubbed your back comfortingly.

“Not that I don’t love our mushy moments, but what’s got you so emotional? Are you on your period? Do you have everything you need because I swear to fuck if I have to buy you one more goddamn back of tampons I might just-”

“I’m going into heat soon,” you said, laying all your cards out on the table. Yoongi froze and pulled away from you quickly.

“Like, need to fuck someone to death heat?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“Ew, why tell me that?” he whined.

“You’re the one who asked why I was emotional, that’d be why,” you said, shrugging and grabbing the spoon from between his legs and stuffing some ice cream in your mouth.

“Jesus,” he groaned. “I remember your first heat,” he said, laughing to himself. You flushed at the thought.

“Shut up, I don’t want to think of that,” you warned.

“The fact that you couldn’t resist little ole me? God, it was so funny,” he said.

“I would’ve done that to anybody. You try feeling so horny you could die.”

The two of you laughed.

It truly had been a mess. You had invited him over and you suddenly felt a rush of desperation. Suddenly you were stripping and you tripped over your discarded tank top and you wound up crying on your bedroom floor half naked with Yoongi trying desperately to comfort you.

“Man, no thanks. I don’t envy being you,” he said, chuckling.

“I think I’ll just get some suppressants. It’ll suck next time, but hey, at least hopefully by then I’ll have someone to help me,” you said, getting quiet.

“I still want to kill that fucker,” he growled, pulling you towards his chest. You sighed and shook your head.

“He isn’t worth it, I don’t even want to think about him,” you said.

The rest of the night the two of you were silent, just sitting in each others company.

---

The morning your heat was supposed to start you popped a couple suppressants.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Lisa shouted after you swallowed the pills.

“I can’t have it now, Lisa, if I do I’ll wind up doing something I regret,” you said, reaching for your backpack.

“Y/N, you know those aren’t good for you. Half the time they don’t even work!” she yelled.

“Those are only if you use them frequently. The last time I used these was, like, five or six years ago. Calm your tits Lisa, I’ll be fine. Have fun this weekend with your family, love you bye!” you yelled, just barely escaping on of her famous lectures.

You could already feel your sex drive going down and the relief of a clear head taking over.

---

Class went by uneventfully. You turned in your homework and was on your way out when you collided with somebody.

“Oh, sorry!” a sweet voice rang out.

“That’s okay I should’ve been paying attention-” you said, standing up.

“Oh... Hey, Y/N,” Chanyeol’s voice rang through your ears.

Suddenly you were thrown back into that night.

The night you came home to find him fucking another girl and boy in your living room.

How he looked at you while he was balls deep in another woman and had the audacity to ask if you wanted to join them.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you growled, turning your back on him quickly and heading down the hall.

“Y/N, wait,” he shouted, running after you.

“Kiss my ass, Chanyeol,” you said, turning a corner quickly. He rushed after you and grabbed your wrist.

“You know I’d love to baby,” he said, pulling you towards him.

“I thought I told you to not touch me,” you said, wrenching your arm back.

“Can we just talk without you running in the other direction? I want to talk to you,” he said, sounding sincere. You sighed, and against your better judgment, stayed put.

“Fine, what?” you asked.

“I fucked up, I get that. I should’ve been more upfront about my desires and maybe we could’ve worked something out, but we should’ve done it together and not just me on my own trying to figure myself out. I’m sorry,” he said.

Desires...

You shuddered involuntarily at the word, a hot rush flooding your system. You shook your head and cleared your throat.

“Yes, you should have. Anything else?” you growled, looking at him like he was a roach with your boot’s name on him.

“Listen, I was thinking maybe we could try again. I really care about you, and we had a good time together. Life has been shitty since you left and I want to make more memories with you... Please baby, think about it. Think about us,” he said, reaching out to hold your face in his hands.

You remember his touch. How warm and inviting it used to be. How many nights had you fallen asleep in his arms with feather light kisses being placed upon your head.

How many times had he helped you with your heat?

Heat.

Heat.

It was so hot...

You removed his hands from your face and tried to focus on the situation.

“Chanyeol, listen to yourself. What we had was good, yes, but you fucked that all up when you started going behind my back and lying to me. Right to my fucking face, might I add. How am I supposed to trust you after that? After all that? I’ll never be able to feel secure with you. I’ll always feel like you’re not telling me the truth. I don’t want to be in that kind of relationship, Chanyeol. Not with anybody,” you stated, saying your peace.

He sighed and looked down at his boots.

“I won’t say I’m not disappointed, but I understand. I am truly sorry Y/N, I hope one day you can forgive me,” he said.

You rolled your eyes and went to move past him when a sudden rush of heat went through you, causing you to buckle and grip your stomach in pain.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” he asked, reaching towards you. Aggressively, you shoved him back and stood up shakily.

“Get, away from me,” you panted, gripping your stomach. You slowly slid down the wall and pressed your head against the cool brick.

“What’s wrong? Is it your stomach?” he asked, crouching beside you.

“I-I told you, to get away from me,” you said weakly.

“Wait, Y/N, when was your last heat?” he asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“None of your fucking business,” you growled, struggling to stand up.

“I can help you, I’ll take you home. Is Lisa there?” he asked. You sighed and stood up before starting to stalk down the hall, every once in a while gripping the wall for balance.

“Like hell I’d let you touch me like that ever again. You can go fuck yourself Chanyeol,” you said, walking out of the school.

---

You fell through the front door of your apartment and threw your bag on the floor.

All you needed was a few more suppressants. That’s all it was.

Slowly, you approached the counter where a little note sat.

Hey,

I threw out those danger pills.

Fuck it out of your system,

Love you bye!

Lisa

You gasped as another rush of heat flooded your system and you collapsed to the floor. It hurt so badly. You needed something.

Before you knew it your fingers were dialling the most familiar number.

“Yeah?” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the phone.

“Yoongi,” you moaned in agony.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you alright?” he asked.

“Help me, please,” you begged, tugging on your clothes desperately.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

“It hurts, Yoongi, please help me,” you pleaded.

“I’m on my way, hang on,” he said through the phone. The line went dead and you placed your forehead on the cool floor.

All you could think about was how badly you needed to be sorted out. You wanted it.

It hurt.

You tossed and turned on the floor, trying to find a comfortable position. The most comfortable position you could be in right now would be with a cock shoved deep in your weeping pussy.

Your stomach was on fire. The raw need in your core was miserable.

There was a ringing throughout the apartment.

“Y/N? Y/N! Babe!” Yoongi’s voice shouted as he ran towards you. “Babe? Are you alright, hey, look at me?” he pleaded, bringing you into his arms.

“Yoongi, please, help me,” you pleaded grabbing his forearms.

“You’re flushed, what’s going on? You’re burning up,” he said, placing his hands on your face.

“H-Heat,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. Yoongi’s face paled as he looked down at you.

“Oh fucking shit,” he said, picking you up and carrying you to your room.

It was so hot, you just wanted to take off your clothes. Preferably with someone else taking your clothes off. Yoongi set you down slowly and placed his hand on your forehead.

“You’re burning up babe,” he said, more to himself. You grabbed his jacket collar and pulled him towards you, wanting the sensation of skin on skin.

“Yoongi, take your clothes off,” you whined, not enjoying the feeling of his denim jacket on your fingers.

“Hang on, Y/N,” he said, getting your finger untangled from his clothing. You watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and rapidly dialed a number.

“Yoongi? Why are you calling me?” Lisa’s voice rang through the phone.

“Lisa it’s hot!” you complained, pulling your jacket off.

“Lisa, what the fuck do I do with her?” Yoongi said, angrily.

“Um, fuck her probably,” she said with an unamused tone.

“Yeah, next option,” Yoongi growled.

“Sorry, sorry. Just saying, that’s the easiest option.”

“Lisa,” he said, growing impatient.

“Alright, I give. I threw out her suppressants because they were old and I didn’t want her taking those. But you could always go to the store and buy her some new ones, I don’t know how much they’re going to work. How far in is she?”

Yoongi looked at you, sweating on the bed and features flushed.

“She’s not looking good, I’ll tell you that much,” he said, rubbing his face.

“It might be too late then,” she announced.

“Too late for what?” Yoongi asked, looking down at you with concern.

“If the heat cycle has already started then she needs to be taken care of,” Lisa explained, sounding more worried than a few moments ago.

“What do you want me to do then? Who should I call?!” he yelled into the phone.

“Call Chanyeol, he’s the only one who knows what to do with her,” she said, deathly serious.

“No... I’d rather... die,” you said, gripping your stomach.

“She’s refusing,” Yoongi stated.

“She’s refusing? What do you mean? Girls on their heat don’t refuse anybody! It’s a biological function, she needs to have sex with someone!”

The word sex triggered something in you and suddenly the pain had doubled.

“Yoongi, it hurts,” you moaned, reaching out for him desperately.

“It’s alright, Y/N, just hang on. We’ll figure this out,” he said, smoothing your hair.

“I-I don’t want to have sex with Chanyeol... Please don’t make me,” you begged, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“No baby, I won’t,” he comforted.

“Yoongi, you need to do something and fast,” Lisa warned.

“Well what the fuck do I do? Can’t I just give her a toy and let that be that?”

“No, girls need the release of a man to ease the pain. It’s the only way the natural process can be ebbed.”

“Fucking hell, of course it is,” Yoongi complained.

“Yoongi, either you call Chanyeol and let him sort her out, or you do it yourself,” Lisa said before hanging up.

“Lisa? Lisa! Fucking bitch!” he yelled, throwing his phone on the floor.

It was silent in the room, other than your heavy breathing.

Yoongi couldn’t think about it... He knew that if he took that step your friendship would never be the same. He couldn’t lose you, never. It’d break him.

But, he couldn’t let Chanyeol do this either.

“Y-Yoongi, please,” you begged, reaching for him. He sighed and placed his hand on your head.

“Y/N, do you want me to call Chanyeol, or do you want me to take care of you?” he offered, petting your hair soothingly.

“You, Yoongi. You’ll help me, you always do,” you whimpered.

“And you’re aware of how I’m going to help you, right?”

“Yoongi, cut the shit and take off your clothes,” you said weakly.

He scrambled to comply, pulling his jacket off and his shirt, revealing his chest to you. You pulled off your shirt as well, throwing it onto the floor and reaching out for your best friend. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head tenderly.

“I’m going to make this all go away, alright? I’ll help you in anyway I can, forever,” he said. You smiled and ran your hands down his back, already feeling relief from the skin on skin contact.

“Yoongi,” you whimpered into his ear. He sighed and kissed your jawline tenderly, sucking on the sensitive skin there. You moaned softly at the contact and gripped his shoulders tightly.

“Lie back for me, yeah?” he asked. You eagerly complied, laying down on your back and watching as Yoongi crawled towards you. He unzipped your shorts and pulled them down your legs quickly, not wanting to keep you waiting.

Finally your pants were off and Yoongi looked at your center. You were fucking drenched. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should feel embarrassed or turned on at the sight in front of him. You grabbed the edge of your panties and pulled them off of yourself, flinging the offending material somewhere else. Yoongi watched and flushed red. He’d seen you in various states of undress in the past, but never something to this scale.

He couldn’t help himself from leaning forward towards your center and placing a soft kiss right above your aching clit.

“Yoongi, don’t tease me, please,” you pleaded.

“Um, are you particularly sensitive down here? I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting over your aching center.

“Yoongi if your don’t eat me out right now I’m going to choke you out with my thighs, hurry up!” you whined. He nodded and quickly dove in. You gasped in pleasure and tangled your fingers in his hair. Yoongi licked your center tentatively, wanting nothing more than to help his friend.

Even if it meant doing less than ‘friendly’ activities with you.

“Is this right? Do you like it like-hmmf!” Yoongi exclaimed as you wrapped your thighs around his shoulders and pulled him back to your center.

“Whatever you do to me I’ll like, please, just get on with it,” you moaned. Yoongi nodded and went back to your center. Licking a long stripe up your slit with his warm tongue had you gripping the sheets in pleasure.

He groaned slightly at the taste of you on his tongue, he had no idea you’d taste this good. It was almost worrying how much he was actually starting to enjoy this. You were his best friend, and you needed his help right now. That’s all this was. Just a friend helping his friend. But, he couldn’t deny how sweet you tasted and how every moan you made sent a jolt straight to his groin.

The pressure in his jeans was becoming too much to ignore at this point. Yoongi pressed a sweet kiss to your clit before raising to his knees and undoing the button and zipper on his jeans.

You flew up to pull your bra off while Yoongi struggled to get his skinny jeans off. You couldn’t help but giggle at the two of you, struggling to get out of your clothes like Virgin teens. Yoongi glared down at his pant leg as he wound up having to sit on the floor to get it off.

“God, now I know why women wear skirts, they’re ten times easier to get off than these stupid pants,” he complained, throwing the jeans to the other side of the room. He stood up and you saw the tent in his boxers.

“Come here,” you begged, reaching out for him. Yoongi crawled back onto the bed and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“Y/N, I’m nervous,” he whispered into your hair.

“I am too, but, I feel like I might die if I don’t have you right now,” you breathed against his neck. He shuddered at the sensation of your warm breath across his skin.

“I’m going to make it go away, alright? I’ll help you, always,” he said, without looking at you. You smiled slightly. He’d never say anything like that to your face. He was far too embarrassed of himself already. You bit your lip, trying to fight back the childish smile that was threatening to cross your face. But, the reality of the situation hit back full force.

The searing pain in your stomach wrenched through you like a freight train.

“Ah!” you screamed, holding yourself in hopes of making the pain lessen.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Yoongi asked, touching your head.

“I-I need you, now. Hurry up, Yoongi, please,” you pleaded. He nodded and removed his boxers, letting his erection spring free. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. He wasn’t the biggest you’d ever seen, nor was he the smallest. However, the way the veins wrapped around his length and how red the tip was, you couldn’t believe how clear headed he was still.

“Condom,” he mumbled to himself before going towards his jeans again.

“No,” you stopped him by grabbing his wrist. He gave you a quizzical look.

“As much as I care about you I’m not risking you getting pregnant,” he stated firmly.

“I won’t, we aren’t mating. B-but I need your, uh... I need you to finish inside me for the heat t-to end,” you said, blushing madly.

“Oh, Lisa did say something about that didn’t she...” Yoongi trailed off, looking at his jeans once more before looking back towards you. “Alright,” he said, opening your legs and shuffling between them. He teased you by rubbing his cock up and down your slit to get it wet.

“Please,” you whispered, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers. Yoongi simply nodded before guiding himself with his other hand and pushing forwards, his length slowly being wrapped in your tight heat.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, letting his head drop slowly. You moaned loudly at the sensation of being filled so entirely. The pain in your weeping core being replaced by innumerable amounts of pleasure. He could feel your walls tightening around him, wanting more and more.

He gives the two of you a moment to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being connected like this. Yoongi never thought that he would ever be in this position with you, but God was it hard to just think of you as his friend right now. You looked so good with his cock inside of you... Your sweet pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. The sight was almost enough to send him over, but he looked towards the ceiling, trying not to focus on the erotic scene displayed before him.

“Yoongi,” you whined, tightening your grip on his hand.

“You good?” he asked, looking down at you. The thought of you being in pain helping to stave off his pleasure clouded mind. You nodded furiously, the very prospect of him stopping enough to make you panic.

“I’m so good. God you feel so good inside me, please don’t stop,” you pleaded. Yoongi groaned at your phrasing and bucked his hips forwards in response. You groaned at the sensations sparking inside of you. Finally, you could feel your heat ebbing at act of being filled so completely.

“Jesus, fuck... You’re so tight,” Yoongi moaned. He couldn’t believe he was there. Fucking his best friend of his whole life. He was worried that it’d be to awkward for him to enjoy. Boy was he wrong. The feeling of you tightening around him and gripping his cock, your body practically begging him to keep going. The soft whimpers that you were letting out as he continued to move his hips into you.

“Yoongi, please, harder,” you begged, gripping his shoulder.

“You want it harder? You sure?” he questioned in a teasing manner.

“I swear to God if you don’t start doing more work I’m going to use you for my own pleasure,” you growled, digging your nails into his porcelain flesh. He grunted at the burn of his skin being torn open, but it only egged him towards his decision.

“Alright babe, you asked for it. Don’t complain to me if you can’t walk for the next few days,” he chuckled before picking up his pace.

“Girls don’t like cocky men in the bedroom,” you stated before letting out a sharp yelp towards a particularly hard thrust.

“You seem to be enjoying it,” Yoongi teased, leaning forwards and placing wet kisses on your collarbone. You wanted to be sassy and tell him to shove it, but all you could do was mewl at the warm tingle that his lips left on your skin.

Yoongi’s pace was brutal and unforgiving as he plowed into you like it was his only prerogative. The lewd sound of skin slapping on skin was so loud it challenged your screams you were letting loose in response to Yoongi’s dick continuing  to ravage your aching womanhood.

“Fuck baby, I’m close,” Yoongi groaned into your hair while he grabbed your breast harshly and twisted your nipple in a pleasurable manner.

“Oh, shit! Give it to me,” you pleaded, grabbing his shoulders as he rocked into you with brusing strength.

When you saw Yoongi shirtless you’d never thought he’d be this strong. But you could already tell that you were in for some serious bruising once the heat had subsided, and the adrenaline from your actions had finally worn off. Although you were still on cloud nine at the moment, feeling everything from Yoongi’s fingers rubbing your throat in a tempting manner and the way that he played with your breasts. It was too much. Too much stimulation, and you were so close... But he needed to finish first...

“Yoongi, cum inside me, please,” you begged, gripping his hand that was on your breast.

“I-I’m working on it,” he groaned, kissing you desperately before his thrusts began to get less precise. His cock was throbbing harshly inside of you.

“Please, Yoongi,” you whined, gripped his shoulder. He gasped and kissed your jawline gently.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” he grit out.

Yoongi’s whole body tensed and you felt a piercing heat flood your womanhood. Finally, the aching sensation in your lower body released and you cried out once more as an aftershock trembled through you. You clenched involuntarily around his length, pulling more of him inside of yourself. A choked off gasp escaped him as he rested his head your shoulder, panting into your neck. You brought your hand up and ran your fingers through his hair in a soothing manner.

Silence fell over the two of you as the high of your orgasms began to melt away, and reality came crashing down on you.

You had just had sex with your best friend since childhood.

However you couldn’t find yourself regretting it. You trusted Yoongi more than a majority of the people in your life. He had treated you with care and helped you when you needed him.

Yoongi brought you back to the reality by kissing your shoulder and up to your lips, placing delicate pecks to your lips. You smiled lightly and wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a proper kiss. He rested his hands on your hips and rubbed soothing circles into your skin with his thumbs.

Finally, Yoongi pulled out and walked into your bathroom to grab a washcloth. When he returned he cleaned you up and threw the dirtied cloth into your laundry. You reached out your arms for him and he crawled back into bed with you.

“Y/N,” he started after a couple minutes.

“Yeah?” you answered, keeping your eyes closed.

“Are we still friends?”

“Can we be more than friends?”

“Will you buy me more vanilla ice cream?”

“Yeah.”

“Then sure.”

You smiled when Yoongi placed a kiss on your lips. However, the kiss caused the stirring in your lower stomach to come back with a vengeance.

“Yoongi, it hurts again,” you whined, gripping your stomach.

“Already?!”

SOLD; jjk Oneshot (M)

Pairing(s): Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You are hired for a one-time event as a server, but little did you know that you were brought into something that would determine the worth of your life.

Word Count: 6.1K+

Genre(s): ONESHOT! Mature (18+), Smut, bts AU

Caution(s): Reader being sold at an auction (brief mentions of being caged and shackled), status degradation, dom!Jungkook, public sex, oral (m & f), unprotected sex, choking

Author’s Note(s): Please bear with us because this is our first time posting fanfiction (;Д;)!

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Out of Work

Hello everyone! It’s been a while!

So sorry about that. 

Anyways I’m back on the rack and ovula-

We’re not going to go there. But anyways enjoy some Jimin smut. 

DON’T OWN THE GIF!

I don’t know if I can go through with this,“ you murmured to your agent as you sat in the  dressing room.

"Well, it’s not too late to call this off. But, Jimin is one of the best pornstars in the industry and it would be good for you to work with him. He’s worked with a lot of people and you would do well to keep up appearances here,” she said, rubbing your shoulders.

The nerves were stemming from the fact that you were so new to the industry and that Jimin had a reputation that was nothing short of incredible. All of the women that had the pleasure of fucking him said that they came probably three or four times.

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he won’t know (m) 01

➔ summary: Growing up you always had a crush on the heartthrob in human form; Jeon Jungkook. But you never managed to muster up the courage to develop anything with him, alas you eventually got yourself a boyfriend, thinking you had gotten over your silly middle-school crush and your boyfriend had become the one that held your heart, well, at least that’s what you thought.

➔ pairing: Jungkook X Reader

➔ genre: cheating!au, smut, slight angst.

➔ warnings: cheating with jungkook - In no way do i encourage cheating, this is pure fiction, mature language, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, fingering, cunniligus, unprotected sex, overstimulation, jk has a huge schlong wbk, dirty talk, plot if you squint, edited (i apologise if there’re any mistakes, one of my many talents is overlooking typos), graphic?

➔ wordcount: 12.1k shuSH

part 1, part 2, part 3 (final)

“Canon ball!” Hoseok yelled out loud before speed running and jumping into the water, causing a huge wave to hit the edges of the pool, “Hoseok!” You yelled semi-annoyed while laughing as you attempted to wipe of the water droplets running down your exposed stomach.

You and a your friend group had decided that it was time to take a long deserved break. You had all finally finished with finals, and you were all completely worn out from the countless, sleepless nights of studying. Your friend group, which included; Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung, and lastly your best friend, Mina.

You had all agreed to step away from studies for the time being, just for a little while until your next exam approached, and just chill and enjoy each other’s company, and what better way to do so then sit by the pool. Jimin so happened to own a beach house close to the beach (duh), which was perfect.

In reality his parents owned the house, but they had been kind enough to let you all borrow it over the weekend.

Both parents agreed on the friend group deserving a break after studying so damn hard.

It was a three-floored house with a handful of bedrooms and bathrooms, so you all had enough space to sleep somewhere comfortable instead of the cold marble floor.

“Oh c’mon Y/N, you’re wearing a bikini. It’s made for the purpose of engaging in water-based activity,” Hoseok piped as he wiped the excess droplets trickling down from the side of his neck. You rolled your eyes at his choice of words. He was probably still in the exam mind-set, which allowed him to use such formal words when he easily just could’ve told you a bikini was made to get wet.

“I’d rather just sit here and enjoy the sun,” you said, laying back down and allowing the rays of the deep orange sunset light to warm up your skin. “Then go inside to the rest of the gang, if you don’t want to swim,” Namjoon let out while he was floating on his back, looking as if he was trying to become one with the water.

You, Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook were the only ones that were sitting outside by the pool, either swimming or trying to get a tan. And frankly, you were the only one doing the second option.

The three boys, mostly Namjoon and Hoseok, had tried to convince you for over an hour to come in and join them in the water, but you’d much rather prefer to just sit back down in your beach chair and relax.

The rest of the group was chilling inside the beach house, playing cards and board games while most probably munching on a bunch of snacks. You didn’t feel like going inside and eating your weight in snacks, not that it didn’t sound like a delightful idea.

But you’d rather just sit outside and enjoy the shining sun, since you had spent the last couple of weeks studying in your room with absolutely no rays of sunlight, like some sort of ancient caveman. You missed it, you missed the light.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, your phone made a small vibration next to your thigh making you open your eyes and shift your attention over to the phone to see who had messaged you. Hoping it was your beloved boyfriend, Jaehyun, your thoughts filled with hope, only to be crushed seconds later when you saw you had gotten an email about some irrelevant advertisement about a diarrhoea colored couch being on sale. No wonder it was on sale, it was ugly as shit, almost literally.

Your back hit the beach chair while a long sigh left your lips. You and Jaehyun had been dating for a little over 8 months. He had asked you to be his girlfriend on a cute picnic date in one of your favorite parks.

He was your dream guy; he was sweet, thoughtful, funny, and not to mention, really handsome. In your eyes he was the whole damn package. Everything was going so well the first couple of months, but when exam season rolled around you both started to become more distant, you were long over the honeymoon phase of your relationship.

You didn’t lose interest in each other, well, in a way you did, but it wasn’t intentionally. You had both been so busy with studying that you barely had time to spend with each other. The sweet goodnight texts he would send you every night slowly reduced by the day. The spontaneous facetime-calls vanished.

You barely saw each other anymore. Alas, putting all of those factors aside, you could see Jaehyun was trying. He was truly trying to keep in contact with you, and make you feel like you had a boyfriend that wanted to know how you were doing and ask you about your day.

Truth be told, you missed feeling like you had a boyfriend.

“You good, Y/N?” Namjoon’s deep voice broke you out of your thoughts, “what?” you blinked twice. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for a solid ten minutes, without blinking. I was starting to worry that a fly might get its way into your eye,” he chuckled lightly.

“N-no, I’m good, just thinking ‘tis all,” you heard an over exaggerated uhhh escape Hoseok’s mouth, “trouble in paradise, girly? What’s his name, Jichan?” 

“Jaehyun,” you corrected, “and no, everything’s fine with him and I,” you assured, but the guys didn’t quite believe you. They had noticed how you started to speak less of him as the weeks passed by.

You would always share cute pictures you and your boyfriend took on the dates you would go on every once in a while, or you would talk about how you both would stay up till the ass-crack of dawn to text or call.

But you couldn’t talk about those kinds of things anymore, since those events stopped occurring. But they didn’t want to push it, it wasn’t their business anyway, so they just decided to let it slide. Well, except for Jungkook.

“What happened? Can’t satisfy you anymore?” the dark-haired boy asked cockily, causing all three pairs of wide eyes to shift to his direction. He coolly slid his hand through his dark wet locks.

“Jungkook, leave it,” Namjoon scolded him calmly but sternly. You felt your heart slightly race in frustration. This brat, you thought. Wanting to stand up for yourself, and not wanting to look like you needed anybody else to do it for you, you answered him, “we’ve been busy studying,” you kept it sweet and short.

Your relationship with Jungkook wasn’t exactly… what’s the word? Existent.

You were part of the same friend group, and that was all you two were, two people sharing the same group of friends. You never uttered more than a few words to each other, and if you had a decent conversation there was always a third party involved. Though it wasn’t enough to call him a friend.

But that didn’t stop him from having the balls to act like an ass to you from time to time, like now, but other than that, you two didn’t really talk so much.

You like to blame your non-existent friendship on the previous crush you had on him. You had small feelings lingering for Jungkook in middle school, long before you even knew Jaehyun, back then Jungkook was the one who had your heart without having any knowledge of it.

Jeon Jungkook was the throb of your heart. Was.

And because of those meaningless feelings, you never got the courage to try and develop a friendship with him.

But over time you just got used to not having any form of relationship with him, so you just decided to let it be, and he too didn’t seem to care about trying to earn your acquaintance.

Time passed by, the sun had set, and the boys still tried their best to convince you to join them in the pool, but your butt remained in the beach chair, like it had for hours now.

They kept telling you how there really wasn’t any excuse since the sun had set, and your only reason for not joining them was because you wanted to supposedly enjoy the sun.

All in all, You were all having fun, Jin came out to you guys countless times, to check on you all once in a while, him being the mom-figure he was, he brought a few snacks so you wouldn’t starve to death or get a spontaneous cramp and drown. His words, not yours.

“Guys, I’m really tired,” Hoseok started, “I think I’m gonna call it a night and join the rest of the gang inside. 

You coming?” He raised an eyebrow at all three of you, “yeah, let me join you,” Namjoon let out. Both elder boys swimming to the edge of the pool to dry themselves off and join the rest of the group inside the beach house.

You realized you were going to be left alone awkwardly with Jungkook. So before any awkward conversation could occur, you decided to get up and escape, “you’re leaving too?”

Jungkook’s voice made you stop in your tracks and look over your shoulder, “what does it look like?” you answered back half-assed, in all honesty you were still a little annoyed at Jungkook because of his unnecessary remark about your relationship with Jaehyun.

“Don’t leave,” he broke you out of your internal rant, “why not?” you crossed your arms. He swam to the nearest edge, resting both elbows on the marble. “I don’t want to be out here all alone, and I don’t wanna go in just yet,” he argued.

“So, you want me to stay?” he rolled his eyes at the obvious, “no dumbass, I asked you to stay obviously because I want you to leave,” you smiled mischievously at his sarcasm, “gladly,” you bowed sarcastically while holding your non-existent gown, and proceeded to make your way over to the house,

“Yes,” he sighed loudly, “I want you to stay.”

You turned around again. Going through all the possible reason as to why you shouldn’t stay out with the brat. He’s just going to be an ass to you again.

Maybe he didn’t mean it?

Are you dumb? When has Jeon Jungkook ever been nice to you?

Well… Maybe this could finally be a chance to start a friendship with him?

The two demons in you were fighting about whether or not you should’ve stayed. Your angelic side wanting to stay and attempt to develop a friendship with the boy you secretly always admired from a far but hated publicly.

While your demonic side was telling you that he could go and suck your dick and choke on it and, maybe if you were lucky, hopefully permanently damage his esophagus.

Realizing you probably looked like an idiot just standing there, staring at nothing. You blinked a couple of time before finally making up your mind.

It wouldn’t be that bad to spend a couple more moments out here with Jungkook, if everything went to complete and utter shit, throwing yourself into the water and drown was always an option.

You made your way back over to your beloved beach chair, about to take a seat when, “what are you doing?” Jungkook’s voice stopped you from placing yourself on the chair, “sitting?”

“No, you’re gonna swim,” Jungkook protested, crossing his arms under water but it was still clearly visible to you, “I’m not going in,” you placed yourself on the chair, “yes you are,” you saw Jungkook from the corner of your eye swimming closer to you, you didn’t let your brain accept what he’s about to do, “what are you doing?” you asked half scared, half annoyed. It was enough for him to have you stay.

Having you go in and swim when you clearly didn’t want to was downright provoking. “I’m dragging you in here myself,” a smirk painted itself across Jungkook’s uneven lips, “No, you’re not,” you said, trying to mentally plant your fingers on the chair to make it impossible for him to lift you from the chair.

He lifted himself up from the water, putting his perfectly sculpted body on display for you. Your eyes stung at the sight and you almost painfully forced yourself not to look at his abdomen and chest. Eyes on his face.

He walked over to you ever so slowly, as if he was giving you a few extra seconds to make up your mind. Your eyes betraying you, your gaze shifted down to his strong biceps. Your mind flooded with thoughts of his rock-hard arms wrapped around you, his veiny hands placed on the small of your back, in attempt to get you up from the chair.

The sole thought made your stomach twist in an unknown way.

You can’t let him touch you.

“Fine!” you exclaimed loudly, making him flinch backwards. You removed the towel covering your thighs and made your way over to the metal pool ladder that descended its way down the pool.

It had become completely unnoticed, but it somehow slipped your vision that Jungkook was already back in the pool, swimming backward strokes, watching you playfully as you unwillingly wrapped your fingers around the metal poles. “Today, Y/N.”

You looked back at Jungkook with narrowed eyes. You took slow steps into the cold water. The feeling of goosebumps lick up and down your spine repeatedly from the sudden contact of icy water, your body twitched. The sun was also gone, meaning the water had dropped a few temperatures.

Your back faced the water, it took you a good minute to let your body adjust to the cold temperature. You inhaled and exhaled deeply trying to relax with both eyes closed, and you’re almost there. Your body was now feeling warmer, so you opened your eyes, ready to go in, but you looked down on the metal poles and saw another set of hands placed tightly around the bars.

Realisation hit you like a truck at the warm temperature-like feeling that was felt from behind. More specifically, another body behind you. You discreetly turned around, without bumping into him. You stopped breathing from the closeness of his face.

“You sure like taking your time, don’t you?” Jungkook broke the intense silence. His dark hooded eyes were fixated on you, making your knees tremble slightly. It made you uncomfortable to have him this close. “Get away from me,” it came out barely as a whisper. All strength that was intended was all gone.

His fingers unlocked from around the bars and you exhaled slightly in relief. Only to have your breath caught up in your throat, when Jungkook decided it’d be a good idea, to wrap his fingers around your wrists instead. “No- I can do it myself, Let go!” you tried to yank your hand out of his grip but you miserably failed.

A wide grin is plastered on his face as he dragged you further into the pool, “thought I might help you,” he brought you even closer to him, and you feebly tried to kick your legs under the water to increase the distance between you.

Finally he brought you to stand right in front of him. He placed both your hands on his broad chest by accident, in attempt to keep your hands still. You tried your luck one more time and yanked your hand away from his using all your strength. Finally, you succeeded.

But that didn’t stop him from coming closer to you. He took small steps in the water, getting closer to you. And you, horrified, backed away. “Jungkook, what’s gotten into you, stop it.” You said firmly. Your eyebrows clashed at his puzzled silence.

You felt the fine hairs on your back rise at the way his breath grew unsteady. His breath hit your face, causing the electric-like feeling up your spine, to intensify, yet you convinced yourself it was because of the cold water.

You saw his eyes switch between your own and your lips. You didn’t know if you were hallucinating or not, but you could’ve sworn you saw him slowly leaning in while secreting his lips with his wet muscle. He was about to- Oh no…

“Whoa! The water feels great!” you extended your arms up in the air on purpose, to create some much needed space between you. Almost hitting his nose, he backed away from you, a little shocked at the sudden outburst. Before he was able to process the situation, you hurried yourself into the water, mentally cursing at the cold liquid touching your skin.

“Wah, it’s so nice,” you convincingly lied, “I see why you want to spend a little more time in here, so relaxing!” you splashed some water on your arms and under your armpits as if you were showering.

Your mouth twitched at the fake smile that painted across your face. Jungkook, on the other hand, was still quite confused, “don’t you think?” you asked wanting to pull him out of whatever thought was going through his mind.

He nodded hesitantly, “yeah, I… I guess,” he scratched the back of his head, his mind still being in a daze of confusion. You sighed in relief from the success of being able to escape the previous situation. Your heart was anxiously racing. You patted your chest in attempt to calm your racing heart down.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, you heard your phone ringing loudly. You titled your head, trying to think of who could be calling you this late. “I’ll get it,” Jungkook piped, not letting you respond.

He made his way to the edge of the pool, doing a mini-mermaid stroke with his legs to kick himself up from the water.

He crawled up from the pool and made his way over to the beach chair with the vibrating device on it. “Who is it?” you asked, making your way over to the edge of the pool, following the same movements he made to get out of the pool. You as well, crawled out of the pool. You eyed him confused as you saw his eyes darkening at what seemed to be the ID caller. “Jaehyun,” he said bluntly.

Your heart fluttered at the mention of his name. Not bothering to ask what had gotten into Jungkook, you snatched the phone from his hands, immediately pressing on the green button, and brining the device up to your ear

“Jaehyun-ah!” you exclaimed excited, which only made Jungkook’s eyes grow darker hearing the nickname roll off your lips, but it came unnoticed in your mind.

“Hey, Princess,” your loving boyfriend’s voice was heard from the other line. Your smile grew at the pet name. Not hearing his voice for a long time really had made you sad, considering how you two could never even go a day without hearing from one another.

“Hey,” you greeted back, your smile growing. Your eyes shifted over to Jungkook. And you noticed how his eyes had grown hooded while you had been all smiley with Jaehyun on the other line. “How’ve you been, Y/N?” Jungkook took a few steps closer, almost towering over you, but you managed to place a hand on his bare chest to keep your distance from him.

Ignoring the flutter in your stomach at the skin-to-skin contact with Jungkook, you took a few steps backwards to increase the distance between the two of you. But managing to keep your hand on his chest to keep him in place.

“I’ve been good. Finals went well and now I’m just chilling with the gang at Jimin’s beach house,” You answered, still, your full attention on the endearing boy on the other line.

But bursting your perfect little bubble, Jungkook slid his fingers around yours; waiting for you to react, and it certainly didn’t take long. ‘What are you doing?’ you mouthed discreetly to the drenched male in front of you. Creepy sensations being sent to your spine from the fingers he had wrapped his own around.

He did nothing but filthily smirk at you before brining you hand up to his cheek. You’re eyes widen in sudden shock, body completely frozen. Being slightly panicked would be an understatement.

“Hello? Y/N, you there?”Jaehyun was now the one to cut you out of you sudden daze, “y-yeah, I’m here. The connection must’ve been bad, I didn’t get what you were saying,” a small aha was heard from Jaehyun.

Jungkook brought your hand, along with his own, up to his face. Subconsciously you cupped his face, you knees almost gave up on you at the sight but visibly you could see him melting into the heat of your palm. “So soft,” he whispered to himself, as if he was talking to your hand, completely forgetting your existence. But his eyes quickly averted to your own, making you lock gazes.

“What have you been up to?” Jaehyun asked from the other line. You didn’t give yourself the time to answer him, since your priority right now was to get Jungkook off of you. You tried jerking your hand away from his but you failed miserably. It only made him come closer to you, leaving almost no space between the two of you, “you really should answer him, angel,” Jungkook whispered, making sure his own voice didn’t reach the other line.

Absolutely frozen in place you managed to utter a few words, “nothing really… you?” Jungkook smiled in satisfaction, his lips moving to the bud of your fingers, placing small pecks of affection on each and every one of them. You moved your phone to the edge of your shoulder, “Jungkook, stop,” you said before bringing the phone back up to your ear.

“Ah y’know, just been busy with work and studies, the usual.” Jungkook’s small peck trailed down to your palm, making his way down and up your arm.

You could feel your breath growing unsteady, “are you alright?” at this point Jungkook had reached your neck, placing small kitty licks on the crook of your neck. “You’re... Panting?”

“J-Jungkook, stop. P-please…” your body betraying your words, you felt your head tilt slightly to the side giving him more space. A breathy chuckle left his lips, causing goosebumps to aggressively shoot through your body.

He continued to nip carefully on your soft skin, “answer him,” he purred demandingly close to your ear, his voicing dropping at least one octave, “yeah, just a little dizzy. I-I should get going.”

“Oh okay, take ca-” you cut the line, letting the phone slide down from your fingers, “good girl,” Jungkook praised you before wrapping his arms around your waist, causing a small gasp to escape your lips.

He turned you both around, and sat down making you straddle his lap, your legs on either side of him. You tried to stand up, you really did, but his arms were tightly secured around your waist making it almost impossible for you to even move.

“You’re so beautiful,” he cooed, making you stop attempting to rise from him. His words caught you off guard. He started trailing kisses between the bridge of your two breasts.

You bit your lips trying your damn best to hold back any sounds from escaping. You refused to let him know how good he was making you feel. He trailed wet open-mouthed kisses from your chest, making his way up your neck.

He grabbed your waist, making you lay down on the beach chair while he hovered above you, completely trapping you. He looked into your eyes, admiring the way your pupils were dilated. He smirked--you were enjoying this.

You stared back at him, lips slightly parted, heavy breaths escaping as if you were patiently waiting for his next move. He lowered his head, licking his lips before attaching them to your own.

He moved at a gentle pace as if he was trying to savor your taste. He pulls away for a brief second, “you taste so sweet,” He smacked any thought out of your mind and continued to kiss you, but still you didn’t reciprocate. You tried your best not to move your lips with his pink and plush ones. They felt so soft, so gentle and, god, so warm. You couldn’t give in, you just couldn’t do that to Jaehyun. To yourself.

His hands made their way to your thighs, bending your knees as he lowered his pelvis to your middle, making the move more intimate. Confused as to why you didn’t kiss back, he removed his lips from yours to get a good look at your face in fear of the fact that he might have crossed the line with you.

Yes he wanted you, a lot, but he would never force you to do anything out of your comfort-zone. But a smile twitched on the corners of his lips in relief getting a good glimpse of your face. Cheeks flustered with pink, pupils dilated, breath unsteady, lips unintentionally parted and slightly swollen. His doing.

He still didn’t know if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, but one thing was he sure about. You didn’t want him to stop. How could you? 

If you truly wanted him off of you, you would have pushed him away and rushed inside the house, yet here you were. Letting him hold you, letting him hover over you, letting him kiss you--worship you.

He lowered his face again, but his lips didn’t touch yours. His mouth brushed over yours, while his hand caressed your side. He was ruining you. You didn’t dare to move, he could kiss you, but you couldn’t kiss him. As much as you may have wanted to, as much as he made you want to crash your lips against his. You couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the heart to.

“Are you thinking about him?” Jungkook chirped lightly, his mouth still micrometers away from you. You couldn’t do anything but nod, your eyes fixated on his eyes, occasionally switching to his lips, “I can make you forget about him,” he confirmed, “I won’t make you regret this,” his voice was so gentle. It was as if he was a siren, his voice making you forget about anything and everything, only making you focus on the soft vibrations reaching your ears.

“But you have to let me, Y/N,” he spoke again, “I won’t go any further unless you ask me to,” he stared deeply into your eyes, searching for any sign of consent, but he knew the only kind of consent that’d make him keep going, was your verbal consent.

He didn’t dare to rush you, he’s been wanting you for so long, he couldn’t rush things with you if it’d mean he’d blow it. He had waited so long.

He had waited so long to finally hold you, to have you under him all flushed, and now that he finally had the chance to have you, he didn’t dare to blow it. He couldn’t afford to think with his dick right now. “Jungkook, I-“

“You guys still in the pool?!” You quickly pushed Jungkook off of you, dusting off your body as if he was some kind of germ, “w-we were just about to go in!” you yelled back to Jimin, who was standing on the balcony from the second floor, looking down at the two of you.

“You should come in before it gets too dark,” Jimin pronounced with a smile before making his way back into the house, probably to join the others in whatever the hell they were doing.

“Y/N-“ before Jungkook could speak any further, you grabbed your towel and rushed into the house, too embarrassed to face him.

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Namjoon smiled warmly at you once he spotted your flustered form standing by the door frame. You had your towel wrapped securely over your shoulders, “hey,” you replied as you made your way over to the staircase.

“Where are you going?” Jimin asked you, making you stop in your tracks, “I’m tired… so I’m gonna call it a night. See you in the morning,” you said keeping it short and sweet, but before any of them could protest you spoke again, “Mina,” you got your best friend’s attention, “come with me?”

You could see in the girl’s eyes she was about to turn you down. But you tried your damn hardest to give her a look that said, please-just-come-with-me-and-don’t-argue, and luckily, she got the message, “uhm, yeah sure.”

-

“I KNEW IT!” Mina yelled loudly. You quickly had to slap a hand over her mouth to shut her up, “are you insane?! They’re going to hear you!” you whisper yelled aggressively. You had told Mina about what happened between you and Jungkook when you both were alone in the pool.

But you made sure to keep the details about how flustered he made you feel, out. “I called it!” Mina announced happily over your hand. She had always been bright about the idea of you and Jungkook. Even before you met Jaehyun.

She had gotten salty once you told her about Jaehyun, long back before the two of you even started dating. You remember her not wanting to speak to you for over three days, but in the end, she reminded herself that she needed to be your best friend and support you no matter what, even if she disagreed with you, it was your relationship not hers, and if Jaehyun was able to make you happy then that was all that mattered.  

No, she wasn’t hyping you up about cheating; of course she thought and knew it was very wrong and something that should never be done. But Mina knew about your relationship status with Jaehyun, she had known it wasn’t exactly a bundle of roses as it had previously been. She wasn’t sure if Jaehyun was making you as happy as he could anymore.

And to add on top of that, it was Jungkook that you had been a little unfaithful with, which was the cherry on top for Mina.

“Mina, it was a mistake, nothing’s going to happen,” the joyous grin plastered on her face slowly faded, “why not?” she asked curiously, innocently tilting her head to the side while crossing her arms, “because I don’t like Jungkook that way, heck I don’t even like him as a person,” your sentence followed a deep sigh, “look, it was just a stupid mistake I let happen, okay?”

“You may not like him but you sure as hell find him attractive,” smugly, she crossed her arms while side-eyeing your amused. You nearly choked on your spit, “pardon?”

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. You might be stubborn as hell but you’re not blind, Jungkook is so hot even satan would be sweating around him,” you rolled your eyes, “well if you think he’s so hot then why don’t you fuck him?” you were almost yelling at this point, completely forgetting about the others downstairs. 

‘‘Obviously you want it more than I do,” You almost threw yourself out of the window, you had never sighed so dramatically in your life but at the moment you had no other way of expressing your annoyance. 

“You wanted him, didn’t you?” you shot your eyes at Mina, “what do you mean?” she looked around Jimin’s room, “I mean, technically, you didn’t stop him, Jimin did,” you rolled your eyes, “yeah thank God he did,” you ran your fingers through your hair, not daring to think about what would’ve happened if Jimin hadn’t interrupted you.

“What I’m saying is, think about what would’ve happened if Jimin hadn’t interfered,” she piped innocently, a small yet creepy smile threatened to paint itself over her face, “I would’ve stopped him,” you answered a little too confidently, “would you really?”

“Look, I don’t want to talk about this - I don’t even know what it was, point is I just want to go to sleep, and you’re staying with me to stop him in case he barges in, in the middle of the night to touch me,” you let out all in one breath, “I will, but not unless you do want him to touch you.”

“I don’t!” you defended yourself, a little upset, “yeah, yeah. Just go to sleep, I’m gonna go take a shower,” Mina got up from the bed, going over to the closet to grab a towel and a few clothing items from Jimin, eventually walking into the bathroom, running the water.

You exhaustedly threw the back of your head against the pillow of the bed. Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook, you thought. Why did he have to make things so complicated for you? Why did he have to grab you the way he did?

Why did he have to make your heart beat so fast you thought it was going to explode, you weren’t going to lie to yourself, you did find Jungkook attractive, but was there more to it? Or were you just nervous and uncomfortable?

Would you have continued if Jimin hadn’t interrupted, would you have kissed him? Would you have let him touch you? Would you have touched him? What if he had-

DING DING

Cutting you out of your trance, you lazily rolled over the bed, reached for your phone that was laying peacefully on the nightstand. You clicked on the home button, making the screen light up, showing the name of the person who had messaged you.

-1m ago

Jungkook: Angel...

-now

Jungkook: Call me.

You stood there, for a solid minute just staring at your phone, God what does he want now? You decided to ignore him, placing the phone back on the nightstand and planting your face on the pillow.  

RIIIIING

This motherfuc- angrily slapping your hand on the phone to pick it up, you clicked on the green button mere moments before placing it on your ear, “what?” you let out impatiently.

“Y/N…” Jungkook’s voice was heard from the other line. You froze, but not because Jungkook had called you, no, because your name rolled off his lips like a…. moan?

“What do you want..?” you asked, almost terrified of knowing the answer, but at that moment it felt like the right thing to ask, “I want you in my room,”  you swore you could feel your knees shaking, even though you were sitting down they trembled.

You heard a small whimper escape from his mouth. Worry crept its way into you, “are…are you okay?” once again, you were almost terrified of asking.

“No I’m fucking not,” he growled, “you’re so rude, Y/N… you know that?” a small chuckle was heard from the other line, and again, a soft moan followed. “God, you frustrate me so much, angel,” he purred from the other line.

You felt your heart rate increase, pinching the insides of your thighs together, “Jungkook, I don’t understand…” you almost whispered, not being sure if it was unconsciously or if it was because you didn’t want Mina to hear your conversation with the boy.

“I’m in bathroom next to the master bedroom, come by and I’ll explain,” he pleaded, making it sound almost innocent, but you weren’t that stupid, you knew what was in store for you if you were enough of an idiot to commit that mistake.

“Like hell I’ll come by,” you said sternly, as if you weren’t a little hazed just a few moments ago. You had to stand your ground; you couldn’t let him fog your mind.

“P-please. It hurts…” his voice came out as a small whine, your vision suddenly went blank for a brief second, it hurts? Your confidence immediately died down, small proportions of worry started to creep its way into your body.

“J-Jungkook? What’s wrong?” you heard a sharp grunt escape the small speaker, making you flinch slightly in place.

“I need you - ahh shit - I need you to touch me, Y/N,” Only by then did it click in your mind, “My hand isn’t enough, fuck- it doesn’t even work when I imagine it’s yours,” he was touching himself, and to the thought of you.

Your knees shuddered to the bare thought of him getting off to you. You couldn’t let him break you, couldn’t let him know he had a chance to break you.

“I’m with Jaehyun, you know,” you said bluntly, another grunt was heard from the line, but this one wasn’t an aroused one, it was out of annoyance.

“And?” he growled.

“Are you serious?” you huffed in disbelief, “you can’t be this much of a jerk,” you semi-crossed you arms since your right one was occupied with your phone, “He doesn’t have to know, it can be our little s-secret, just between you and - Nghh - and me,” you scoffed at the suggestion. “Please, angel. I’ll eat you out till the crack of fucking dawn, I’ll do whatever you want me to, and you know I can make you feel really good, just- ah fuck- please. Please come over and let me have you.”

The protest dying in the back of your throat, being completely tongue-tied, you just stared at the blank wall in front of you.

“I’ll treat you and worship you like the princess you are, I’ll spread your legs and eat you out until you’re shaking in your own arousal,” your breath collapsed at the pool you felt forming between your legs.

You knew the right thing to do was to stop him talking about what he could do to you, with you, if you were in the bathroom in this very moment. The way he’d kiss you, hold you, fuck you-.

“You don’t have to do anything, just come over here and- ahhh fuck!” his unstable breath cutting him off mid-sentence, the filthy scenarios being too much to think about. “Please… Y/N, I’m begging you.”

At this point you were shaking, your own breath was beginning to grow unevenly, your fingers were trembling. You’re legs were shaking so much it hurt, if you tried to walk you knew damn well you’d fall right on your face, you were fucked.

“Jungkook stop. You’re torturing me…” you exhaled, not realising you had held your breath in the first place. “The only way I’d possibly be torturing you, is by not touching you sooner.”

You brought your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly, desperately trying to control the pounding in your heart and the pool forming between your legs. Another whimper was heard from your phone, and the sound shot straight to your middle.

Before he could utter another word, you did the only thing you could think of: You threw the phone, making it land somewhere on a big pile of clothes that were on the ground. 

You didn’t pay attention, too distracted by the sudden aching in your core, to realise you had forgotten to end the call. Though it wasn’t on speaker, you could clearly hear the loud grunts and whines from the device.

“Y/N?” you heard from the bathroom. You sprung to your feet, “shitshitshitshit,” you quickly jumped onto the pile of clothes, a very unnecessary move, and pressed the red button on your phone.

And as if scripted, Mina opened the door to a rather weird scene, “you okay?” you were laying flat on Jimin’s pile of dirty laundry with your phone in your hand.

Your gaze shifted to your best friend who was only standing with a bathrobe on her body and a towel on her head.

“Y-yeah I’m just tired,” you lie, “I’m gonna call it a night,” you stood up from the laundry and dug yourself under the covers of the bed, trying your best to fall asleep and forget everything that had just happened.

“01:09, are you kidding me,” you whispered to yourself after checking the time on your phone. It was currently one in the morning, yet you still hadn’t gotten a little shuteye. You were wide-awake, Jungkook’s words still lingering in your head. You hate that the thought of him was basically engraved in your mind.

You plopped your head back onto the pillow and looked to your side to find Mina sound asleep next to you. Oh how you envied her.

You were positive that everyone was sound asleep since you hadn’t heard a vibration of noise for the past hour, so you figured the rest of the group had decided to call it a night and lost themselves in dreamland, unlike you.

Completely giving up on the attempt to sleep, you jumped out of bed, a cold breeze hitting your bare legs. You feel the fine hair rise. You solely had a black over-sized t-shirt on the stopped just under your butt, and a pair of underwear.

You took a moment to look at your leggings on the floor; you decided to skip over them, not needing to cover your legs since you hadn’t expected to bump into anyone at this time of night.

You exited the bedroom, quietly making your way down the stairs and tiptoed your way into the kitchen to fetch a refreshing glass of cold water. You had to pass by the living room to get to the kitchen.

Jimin had been sweet enough to offer you and Mina his room, while the guys would crash in the living room. So you were extra careful when you had to pass by the many couches that had sleeping forms on them.

Finally reaching your final destination, you happily but carefully skipped over to the cabinet to get yourself a glass and filling it up with water.

Gulping down the cold liquid, you removed the cup from your mouth, placing it on the kitchen island before wiping you mouth. You went back to the refrigerator, getting the same bottle you had used to fill the glass the first time.

“Angel?” A deep voice was heard from the entrance to the kitchen. You stopped the water from trickling out of the bottle and placed it on the kitchen island. Your breath got stuck in your throat, knowing very well from the endearment in the nickname who the second presence in the room was.

“Jungkook…”

“Couldn’t sleep either?” a smug smile was threatening to plaster itself on the corner of his lips. Not wanting to give him the idea of the possibility of you not being able to catch some sleep because of whatever reason he had cockily made in mind, you simply answered, “no, I just woke up and decided to get something to drink.”

You saw him make his way into the kitchen, his eyes still locked on yours. He began to make his way around the kitchen island, heading towards you. You stepped back, beginning to walk the opposite directing in attempt to increase the amount of distance between the two of you.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his expression falling. A slight tint of worry flashed his eyes, “no, I just don’t want you near me,” you answered, and the smug look was back.

“Do I have that much of an impact on you?” he smirked with pride, thinking you couldn’t bear to be around him in fear that you’d lose all control.

In your mind, he had completely misread the lines. “I don’t want you to touch me… again,” you whispered the last part, the color of flush ran over your cheeks, ashamed that you had let him even lay a finger on you in the first place, let alone his whole body.

“Why not?” he asked you, innocently tilting his head to the side, as if he was genuinely curious and had absolutely no idea why you’d reject him.

“For fucks sake, Jungkook. Can’t you just stop this bullshit?!” you slapped your hand flat on the countertop, earning an audible slam.

Your tone slightly moved up in volume, but you still had the thought of the others sleeping in mind. You could feel your blood starting to boil, whereas Jungkook was completely calm, which only caused your ears to steam in anger.

“But you want me.” 

All color completely drained from your face, as if you deepest and darkest secret was out and exposed to the world, “don’t you even dare deny it.”

“No, you got it all wrong,” you protested, shaking your head, keeping your voice stable as you crossed your arms over your chest, causing your breasts to get pushed closer together, creating a small line of cleavage that was clearly visible through your dark yet thin t-shirt.

It didn’t come unnoticed how Jungkook’s eyes shifted down to your breasts, licking his lips, shamelessly eyeing you.

“Stop,” You uncrossed your arms, his eyes met yours again, “sorry,” you knew damn well he didn’t mean it.

“You know just as well as I, that if it wasn’t for that dull boyfriend of yours, you’d already be on this very counter, getting your brains fucked out by me.”

“Jaehyun is out of context,” you stated feebly, in the back of your mind you knew Jaehyun was the core reason as to why Jungkook hadn’t broken you yet, you just couldn’t admit it to yourself. “I don’t want you. Never did.”

“Liar.” he chuckled.

“Out by the pool,” God have mercy, “if you truly didn’t want me,” he continued, slowly making his way closer to you. You wanted to move, but it felt like your feet were glued to the floor.

“You wouldn’t have let me touch you the way you did,” he took another step, getting closer, “you wouldn’t have let me continue for so long,” and closer, “but most importantly, angel.” And closer.

“Your body wouldn’t have reacted the way it did.”

Your body shut down. The goosebumps were too much. You felt your legs giving up on you, so you quickly placed both hands behind you, reaching for the kitchen island to stable your stands.

His face stood extremely close to yours, making all the flaws that he didn’t have visible to you. His hooded eyes locked on you, scanning your face up and down and your heart stopped every time his eyes would meet your lips and keep his dark chocolate orbs fixated on the pink flesh for a second too long.

A familiar pool started forming between your legs, the same pool you had spent hours on trying to get rid of, only earlier this night.

“You know he can’t make you feel half as good as I can.” He rasped in a deep voice, inching closer to you, but not close enough.

He neared his face to yours, stopping right before his lips could graze yours, “I-I can’t do this to Jaehyun,” you almost cried out.

He was close, he was so damn close to breaking you. You could feel it in the pit of your stomach. Your will to jump up him and attack his lips grew stronger and stronger by the second, but you still tried your utter best to restrain.

Feeling Jungkook place both hands on either side of the island, completely trapping you.

“Fuck him, he won’t know,”

Jungkook could feel his impatience eat him alive from the inside, but his rule still stood. He had to have your full consent before he could make a proper intimate move on you, because even though he needed you more than anything, he still had morals.

But this rule did not count verbally. Even though he didn’t have your full consent, that didn’t stop him from being vocal about what and how he thought about you at the sinful hours of the night, stroking his length to the thought of you underneath him, completely fucked out.

He lowered his head to you neck, slowly starting to kiss his way onto your delicate skin, nipping and licking gently. He smirked victoriously when he felt you tilt your head to the side give him more access.

Your breath grew unsteady, small pants escaped your throat, fighting the urge to tangle your fingers in his dark locks. You squeezed your thighs together, hearing a small squelching sound.

“Angel… I won’t have my way with you,” he husked, “not until you ask me.”

Not being able to bare the ache between your legs anymore, the insane beating of your heart, your younger teenage-self who so hopelessly adored the boy in front of you, begging you to let him run his fingers on every inch of your body.

“Jungkook, please…” you breathed out shakily, “please what, baby?”

You removed your fingers from the island, placing them on his hard chest.

“Please… p-put... put your hands on me.”

Not wasting another second, Jungkook grabbed your waist, lifting you up to sit on the counter. Finally, finally, crashing his lips on yours. A small moan of appreciation left your lips, you fingers still exploring his hair.

His hands made their way under your shirt, savouring the feeling of his fingers on your skin. His palms reached your chest, a small shaky groan left his lips when he felt your bare breasts, not expecting you to not wear a bra.

You felt a small smile form on his lips at the way you titled your head to deepen the kiss, and interlock your lips together.

You ran your fingers through his dark soft locks that sat perfectly just above his head, “fucking finally,” he breathed out in between the kiss.

“Finally, I have you,” his hand melted down to your thighs, pushing you closer to himself, selfishly wrapping his hands around you, caressing your bare thighs with his thumb.

You felt his warm, soft tongue poke out, smoothly gliding over your top lip, asking for entrance. Not having the patience to tease him you willingly opened up for him, letting him explore every corner of your mouth.

You scooted closer to his pelvis, adding a fraction of pressure, causing his breath to shudder in the kiss, “Jungkook…”

“Yes, angel?”

“Bedroom.”

Without another word he wrapped his arms around your waist, and on instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He lifted you up from the counter and made his way out of the kitchen with you in his arms.

The way up the stairs and into the bedroom was a blur, too caught up in his odor, you dug your face in his neck, taking in his scent which smelt like freshly cleaned laundry which had been drying out near the ocean.

When you finally reached the bedroom, Jungkook gently laid you down on the bed, and hovered over you. His lips brushed against your neck for a brief second before beginning to place small kitten licks and pecks on the sensitive skin.

While Jungkook was busy with your neck, you took the time to take in your surroundings, your hooded eyes suddenly widening, “holy shit, this is Jimin’s parents’ room,” you breathed out in a pant.

“I know,” the boy hovered over you, answering cooingly, his look was completely fucked out, pupils had been blown out wide, leaving no trail of evidence that his big orbs were originally brown, lips parted as small uneven breaths escaped and reappeared.

“We can’t do it here,” you protested, trying to wiggle yourself out of Jungkook’s body warmth, “I don’t care.”

“No. Jungkook, we seriously can’t do it in his parents’ room, there’s a guest room just down the hall, let’s just-“

“I don’t give a shit.”

He growled lowly, finally removing himself from your neck, averting his eyes onto you – and that’s when you saw it. The sight that squeezed the remainders of your purity out of you.

Jungkook’s eyes had turned the darkest you had ever seen them, lust overflowing the brown orbs that held the universe. His cheeks flushed a bright red color, slightly staining the tip of his nose too. Small strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the beads of sweat.

And his lips, they had turned a few shades darker and increased slightly in size, the swollen flesh also glistening from being generously coated in his own saliva. You were sure that your saliva coated a few corners of his lips as well.

You felt a sinful swirl form in your stomach at the unholy sight of him.

“I’ve waited for this moment, you have no idea... I’m not waiting another goddamn second to have you.” He moaned against your lips, making you feel a type of way only the devil himself could make you feel.

Not giving you a chance to respond, he reunited his lips with yours again, lovingly dancing over your two plush lips.

He detached from your lips for a second, but only to remove the white plain shirt he had worn. Your eyes immediately fell down to his naked upper body.

He was so well built, so lean and toned. It was as if God had spent that one sunday carving his body perfectly instead of resting, every detail made to perfection. His abs were solid, chest was rock-hard, and his thighs... Those sinister thighs that looked like they had been carved from steal with the help of the greek gods themselves – fuck, you wanted to ride them.

It didn’t dawn upon you that you had been eye-fucking Jungkook so openly. Your eyes were basically screaming your malevolent thoughts, and oh how it didn’t go unnoticed by him... a filthy smirk grew on his lips, catching you in the act of shame.

You averted your eyes somewhere else, embarrassed about the fact that you had basically been mentally fucking him with your eyes.

Not wasting another second, Jungkook reattached your lips with his, leaving sloppy kisses on the red, swollen outline of your lips. It was as if your lips themselves, were blushing.

He caught your bottom lip in between his teeth, only to soothe the fresh bruise with his warm tongue, securely gliding over the red flesh caused you to whine into his mouth.

His fingers slithered down to the hem of your black shirt, “I want it off,” and with that, the shirt was off, joining Jungkook’s white one, down on the floor somewhere.

He stepped back, taking a good look at your now exposed chest. Your cheeks embarrassingly turned a shade of pink, from the way your nipples had perked up, nice and ready to be given any form of attention by him.

The only sound filling the room was Jungkook’s tongue secreting his lips.

Growing shy of his stare you discreetly tried to cover up your chest with your arms, but you only ended up with Jungkook’s fingers locked securely around your wrists, shoving them far away from your breasts, “don’t do that.”

You averted your eyes. Your face softened gently when you saw he almost looked... sad? The idea of you wanting to hide yourself from him in embarrassment made him want to kiss each, and every inch of you, praising you and your heavenly beauty.

He had your hands pinned to the sides of your head, hovered above you perfectly. Small pretty pants leaving his swollen lips, looking you dead in the eye.

He slowly let go when he felt the tension in your wrists loosen up. He descended his way down your body, placing pecks of affection here and there. Until he stopped right in front of your heat.

He glanced at the drenched spot on your grey underwear, a small smirk dancing its way on his lips, “you’re this drenched and you didn’t bother to let me know?”

Hesitantly you shook your head, “that’s no good, angel.” He shrugged, curling a finger around the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling the fabric down to and past your ankles, making the piece of cotton join the rest of the bundle of clothing on the floor.

He ran his middle finger down your slit, “who got you this wet, baby?” you whined at the feeling of his cold fingers on your soaked heat. His finger slit back up, meeting your swollen clit. You hissed. “Y-you...”

He pinched your clit between his index finger and thumb, followed by a firm press to your abused numb. You gasped, gripping his wrist at the mixture of pain and pleasure, your thighs were twitching at this point, “what was that, baby? you have to use your words properly.”

“You! ahhh you, J-Jungkook, you made me this wet... your doing.”

He placed three tender kisses to your lips, “fuck, such a good girl.” two more kisses because, why not?

“How many can you take?”

Slightly confused at his words, you tilted you head and raised an eyebrow, “wha – oh god…” you felt the two digits shoved up your hole stretching your walls out deliciously, “you take too long to answer, angel.”

He curled and scissored his digits in all kinds of direction, causing your walls to clench around him in attempt to suck him in even further into you, “babyyy, you take my fingers so well. This pretty cunt sucking on my fingers like that.”

He started thrusting his fingers into you in a fast pace, causing you to choke on a moan at the back of you throat.

Your back arched as your eyes rolled so far back you swore your could see the front of you brain. “You see, Y/N.” He fastened his pace, “slow isn’t really my pace.”

You locked your fingers tightly around his wrist as if it would help with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, “s-shit. Jungkook... Jungkook – p-please… Not so—fuck—not so f-fast.”

Completely ignoring you he continued to thrust his fingers in you at the same pace. Too embarrassed to be vocal, you reached for the nearest pillow and shoved your face in it, desperately trying to mute your whimpers and whines.

But just your luck, within seconds the pillow was gone from your face, making even the slightest breath audible, “no, no, no, no,” he stared at you deeply “I want to hear you,” the sight alone making you shudder.

A loud moan escaped your throat when he curled his fingers, hitting your spot just right. But his fingers weren’t enough, you needed to feel more. “Jungkook, can you—haah.”

He smiled, “can I what?”

The way his fingers were playing with your cunt made your spine arch off the bed deliriously, “use your words, baby. Otherwise I’m not gonna know what you want.”

“Mmm more, n-need more, I need your t-tongue.”

Disappointingly he shook his head disapprovingly, “I’m sorry, angel.” You frowned.

“You were selfish enough to keep the secret of your wet cunt to yourself, so my fingers are all you’re going to get for now.”

A cry left your mouth at his rejection, he kept scraping his digits in you, occasionally thrusting them in and out of your dripping core.

He rubbed your inner thigh with his other free hand when he saw your legs beginning to tremble, running small circles with his thumb in attempt to soothe the overwhelming sensations.

You tried to stop his hands from thrusting any further into you, you didn’t want to come on his fingers, you wanted to come on his cock, “t-that’s enough.”

“No, you’re about to cum… I can feel it.”

He fastened his pace even more, if that was even possible, “I w-want to cum while you’re inside of m-me.”

“And you will.” You shot your eyes to his direction. “Baby, this won’t be the only time you cum tonight.” He smirked while his fingers were still working their magic on you.

Seeing the distress in your face, he frowned innocently, the darkness in his eyes vanishing for a small moment, “have you never cum more than once in one night?”

Averting your eyes down to your side, avoiding eye contact with him, you slowly shook your head.

Sex with Jaehyun was a little… selfish. For the most part he kept it sweet and short, foreplay never lasting longer than a few kisses and touches until he moved on straight to penetration.

And that would either hurt since he hadn’t prepped you enough for him to enter you, which usually ended up with Jaehyun quickly running to the bathroom to grab a handful of lube and get back into bed with you.

You didn’t finish every time, which you knew was normal, but with the little amount of effort he had put into trying to please you in bed made you knowledgable of the fact that it was hard for you to release when Jaehyun never touched you properly in the areas you needed..

You even began questioning if it was your fault. Was there something wrong with your sex? Why were you barely able to finish?

You didn’t want to be that type of girl, so you kept telling yourself that sex really wasn’t the most important thing in your relationship, you had your trusted vibrator to temporarily sedate you from your release deprivation. You knew, god, you knew that the little private sessions at night you had wouldn’t satisfy you forever.

You didn’t know what reaction from Jungkook you had expected, but you certainly didn’t expect him to place a tender kiss to your clit, followed by a long lick along your folds. A strangled gasp ripped from your already sore throat.

Looking down at your legs you saw Jungkook’s face placed perfectly in between them, eyes dark again and locked on yours, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration and pleasure. You couldn’t say with certainty that you were the one enjoying this the most.

His arms wrapped around your thighs, pushing your cunt further against his mouth.

The tip of his nose creating friction against your soaked clit had all sorts of pleasurable emotions run through your skin. 

“Where have you been, angel?”

Jungkook panted heavily still looking you in the eyes, he had removed himself from your folds, giving you a perfect glance of his face, which was drenched in your arousal. His nose was red, and lightly coated with your essence, lips were red and plump, panting as if he had run marathon. Your arousal had even reached his chin, a single droplet threatening to descend from his skin down onto the sheet, The sight alone causing your core to clench around nothing, “oh fuck,” he was so beautiful.

Jungkook reattached his lips back to your cunt, continuing to apply a good amount of pressure on your clit, occasionally licking a few rough licks along your slit.

He cupped his lips around your clit, sucking on it gently, but just enough for you to squirm under the suction. The sucking soon got replaced by wet kisses on the edges of your swollen lips, inhumane noises left your lungs.

A dark chuckle left his lips when he felt you desperately pushing your legs further apart to allow him more access. He dug his face deeper into your middle as he continued to lick his way around you making your toes curl and stomach turn deliciously.

You felt him piston his hips against the mattress roughly to relieve some much needed friction, causing the bed to shake, the headboard barely touching the wall. The sounds escaping him sounded like sobs. 

You felt the knot in your stomach begging to be untied, “cum – I’m gonna c-cum.”

“Let go, all of it. Don’t you dare hold back.” And with that being said, you let the immense rush of pleasure run through your body continuously. Your walls aggressively clenching around his tongue, causing him to let out a shaky moan.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Jungkook breathed out. You flinched at the feeling of his tongue touching your swollen lips, propping yourself up to rest your weight on you elbows to get a good look at him.

“N-no, Jungk-kook. I’m s-sensitive.” You tried to push yourself away from his mouth, too overstimulated for him to touch you, but he only wrapped his arms tighter around your thighs to push you further in against him.

You bucked your hips up at the overstimulation, a loud moan leaving your lips, Jungkook grunting lowly in response.

“I-I can’t help it, you taste so fucking good,” he whispered breathlessly. “It’s so warm, so soft, so tight.” He eyed your slit hungrily, running a finger admiringly along the opening, causing a shaky breath to leave your lungs.

“How the fuck can you feel so tight, when I’m just using my tongue?” He slowly inserted the tip of his tongue in your slit, being careful with not making you enjoy it more than he’d like you to.

“I could eat you out for hours if we had the time,” he moaned out, licking his lips which had your excess juices on. “I’d make sure you’d know just how much I love your pussy.” He placed a small kiss on your folds.

You felt your heart throb at the small actions of affection.

Jungkook made your heart swell in delight, a way Jaehyun couldn’t. Everytime Jungkook touched you, he was so gentle, as if he was afraid he could break you with a simple raspberry on the forehead.

But he also wasn’t afraid to have his rough way with you, he wasn’t afraid of completely ruining your body. He knew very well what effect he had on you and he made sure to take advantage of it,

He made sure you knew how good you felt on him, how much he loved it. He made sure you felt comfortable, respected, adored.

He awoke feelings in you, you didn’t know existed at all. Jaehyun had never treated you like this…

You felt like an absolute asshole for constantly comparing your boyfriend to Jungkook mentally, but you couldn’t help it. All these new feelings and actions, those were so new to you, something you had never experienced.

And you’d be lying to yourself if you said you’d never, ever, imagined Jungkook to be your boyfriend when you were younger, impure scenarios that you would replay in your head almost every night before you fell asleep, was part of the package deal.

Is this what it was supposed to feel like?

“Something wrong, angel?”

Losing your train of thought, you hadn’t realized you had been sitting there, staring at Jungkook as if your system had malfunctioned.

“Jungkook… I need you to fuck me, now” he removed his face from your middle, eyes shooting to your face in surprise at your bold statement. Until now you had been quiet and shy, so of course Jungkook hadn’t pegged you to be a firery type in bed.

“Please, I-I can’t wait anymore,” you pleaded, your words coming out as small cries, “I need to feel you stretch me out, I need to feel myself clench around your cock while you fuck me, I need to feel you break me.”

Both your eyes were widen, neither of you knew you had it in you to say such words. “oh fuck,” Jungkook’s trembling fingers hastily reached behind to his back pocket to reach for a condom, but before he could go any further you stopped him, “I-I’m on the pill.”

The possibility of Jungkook being able to feel you, skin to skin had his pre-cum drenched shaft twitch in your direction. You swore you could see it point at you.

Remaining eye contact, Jungkook hovered above you, shoving both your knees apart roughly, lowering his frame down on you. Matching your uneven breaths, he placed both forearms parallel to your head on both sides, his face placed closely to yours.

You felt his precum-coated tip align at your soaked entrance. He arched his back upwards, curling his hips into yours. The first couple of inches stretching out your warm flower.

A soft gasp left your lips at the unfamiliar stretch. You arched your back as you closed your eyes, causing your naked chest to meet Jungkook’s.

He kept going deeper and deeper into you, until he finally had you all stretched out. You tried breathing softly, but couldn’t. The feeling of being so filled up overwhelmed you.

It had been months since you had gotten a good fuck, so your vaginal muscles had had plenty of time to tighten up again.

Moments passed, yet you still didn’t feel Jungkook move inside of you, so you opened your eyes to get a good look at what was preventing him from moving. The sight you saw right before your eyes had your heart swell in adoration.

“Y/N, I… I’m inside you,” he let out, barely above a whisper, yet still somehow audible to the human ear. He was staring down at the part where you two had been connected. He eyed himself disappearing in you in such amazement, it made your cheeks turn a shade of red.

You couldn’t take it anymore—he was there, inside of you, yet he still didn’t move. You needed just something. “…Jungkook, move,” you said clear enough for him to hear, but still completely dazed, he didn’t move an inch.

You sighed out a breathy sigh, deciding to take matters into your own hands, you mustered up all your strength to clench around him in order to feel him properly.

You heard air get stuck in Jungkook’s throat at your bold move, his eyes shot up to you, a hazy look stained all over his eyes. His pupils dilated, so dark and doe, you could see your own reflection in them clearly.

You threw your head back as you clenched around him some more when you still didn’t feel him moving inside of you. A soft moan leaving your mouth unlike Jungkook. “Y/N, w-wait—ahh,” A high-pitched noise left his throat as he shut his eyes closed. A line formed between his two eyebrows at how hard he was grimacing.

Your breath hitched in realisation. 

He was close.

You had barely moved, but he was so close. Just a few single digit strokes and he’d burst. That’s why he wasn’t moving, he was trying to savor this moment, he didn’t want this to end, he was trying to remember you like this, underneath him, squirming, fucked out. Just like him.

You moved your fingers to hover over Jungkook’s cheeks. His eyes opening up again, and your heart clenched a little. He looked like he was about to cry, whines continuously leaving his mouth, his cheeks and nose covered by a light blush.

He somehow managed to keep his eyes fixated on you. Your thumb caressed gently over his warm cheek, and he immediately melted into your touch.

“Jungkook,” you purred softly, “baby...” you saw him visibly shudder at the pet-name, he didn’t answer, waiting for you to continue.

“Please move,” it came out darker than you intended to.

He lowered his head down to meet yours, his lips barely hovering over yours, resting with his eyes lazily open. You puckered your lips slightly thinking he had the intentions to kiss you, but his lips simply remained resting on yours.

“Jung- FUCK!”

He thrusted his hips harshly against yours, your brain made up a ripping sound as you swore to yourself that something was torn apart in your lower region.

His wet lips pecked yours, only to pull away after when a loud grunt tore from his throat, “fuck… I’m n-not going to—shit—last very l-long.” You nodded understandingly as you were not far from becoming undone.

“How are you so fucking t-tight?” he growled, “did that boyfriend of yours ever even fuck you properly?” He asked out of breath, slamming his hips into your cunt harder.

“I’m the only one who can fuck you this good, angel.” Too drained from the immense pleasure, all you were able to do was roll your eyes to the back of your head in response, “say it,” the speed of his hips increased, “tell me I’m the only one,” you were on the verge of tears when you felt his tip brush your cervix.

“You’re the only – a-ahh – you’re the only one who knows how to fuck me, Jungkook.”

You looked down to where you and Jungkook were aligned perfectly together, the sight of him disappearing in you only to reappear moments later had your stomach curling deliciously in all directions. You unintentionally clenched around him at the arousing sight.

What you didn’t know, was that Jungkook had caught you in your filthy moment. A hoarse chuckle escaped his mouth, “you like watching me fuck you?” You tangled your fingers in his hair at his unholy words. Whining, you nodded your head yes.

In dark pride, Jungkook jerked his hips harder into you, words of encouragement such as yes, or, don’t stop, urged him on to continue to completely rearrange your guts.

You felt Jungkook twist and turn his hips experimentally, each thrust hitting a new spot in you, “what are you—oh my… god,” he smirked in victory.

“Found her,” and once found, Jungkook repeatedly hit the spongy spot, causing you to come closer and closer to your high. Heavy breaths and skin slapping against one another filled the room. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his hands snaking down to your legs, bending your knees to allow himself to burry his cock deeper into you.

“No, angel,” he growled.

“Look at me,” he continued, “I want you to look at me while I fuck you... Look at me,” you obediently open your eyes, making it impossible for you to look away again. Your eyebrows furrowed at the pleasure, Jungkook mirrored your expression. “J-just like that.”

His eyes ran all over your face, even going as far as going down along your exposed body.

Eyeing your body freely as if the same rules didn’t apply to him. “I-I’m almost there,” Jungkook took this as a sign to give you his all. He crashed his soft lips onto yours and practically forced his tongue between your lips to explore every untouched inch of your warm muscle.

He wrapped his wet fingers that were covered in your previous release, around your own fingers. Pinning one hand over your head as he continued to slam his hips into your own. A heavy breath mixed with a moan escaping your lips that were now coated in Jungkook’s saliva.

The intimate position slammed all the oxygen out of your lungs. Occupied with the unnecessary yet affectionate move that he pulled off, it came completely unnoticed when he snaked his free hand down you chest, past your stomach, down to your core, he slowly, but with enough friction, started rubbing meaningless patterns on your clit. A sharp inhale tore through your throat at the add-on pleasure.

His tongue continued to slide its way in various ways. The kiss needy and heated, you tried your best to keep up with his pace. Sloppy openmouthed kisses were given, causing the drips of saliva to drip down from the side of your lip, unsure if the mucus belonged to him or you.

Your moans moved up in volume, letting Jungkook know that you were dangerously close to finally releasing. “Let me have it – fuck... cum on my cock, please cum like the pretty angel you are,” he cooed over your lips, shoving your knees apart even further to go even deeper in you, making sure that he had hit every part of your insides before you had the chance to release.

“Jungkook!”

And that was the final straw for you. Finally, all the moves that had helped build up to this very release, your stomach uncurled at the rush of please burning thoroughly through you, all the way to the tip of your fingers. Trails of fire were felt on every inch of your body. Never had you ever felt an orgasm so intense.

His name managed to escaped your lips once more while he continued to jolt himself into you. You let out a tired whine. Still recovering from your orgasm, you began squirming at the overstimulation, “Jungkook I can’t – I can’t.”

“yes, baby, I know you can t-take it.” completely tongue-tied, all the words stuck in your throat, you somehow managed to nod at him, urging him to chase his own release, “fuck, such an angel you are, yeah?” he pecked your forehead, a grunt escaped his lips, the sound-waves hitting the skin of your sweaty forehead.

Hitting just the right spot, a whine left your mouth along with a tight clench around his cock. “S-shit, do that again…” Jungkook panted dropping his face into your neck, desperately trying to chase his own high.

You obediently clenched the hardest you could one last time around him, striving after his orgasm just as hard as himself.

And finally, you felt him shoot his load into you, filling you up to the brim with his seeds. A shudder ran down his spine as he felt you milking every last drop of his load out of him.

You moaned at the feeling of the warm liquid coating your walls perfectly. 

“Y-Y/N,” he purred, collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You closed your eyes in attempt to recover from whatever the fuck just happened.

“That was…”

“Holyfuckingshit,”

Your eyes jolted open at the feeling of a finger being shoved up your hole. You gasped in overstimulation, hastily gripping at Jungkook’s wrist, “J-Jungkook, no. I can’t anymore.”

He smiled coyly at your worried expression, pride filling his chest at the thought of him having driven you to your limit. “I know, angel,” he started, “I just don’t want you to drip.”

He smiled cockily at you, finishing shoving his load deep into you, making sure not a single drop could leak out.

He rested his head against your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat slowly steady itself. The sound of your beating heart soothed him in a way he couldn’t describe.

Looking up at your face to ask you what all of this had meant to you, a small twinge of disappointment washed over his face when he saw your form fast asleep.

But the disappointment didn’t last too long when your cute form lightly snoring made his heart swell up.  

He couldn’t help but wrap his arms tightly around your waist, comfortably laying his head on you chest, listening soothingly to your steady heartbeat. He blushed at the fact that your heartbeat fell perfectly in sync with his.

He smiled lightly before placing a soft kiss on your slightly parted lips. “Sweet dreams, angel.”

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A/N: OMG THIS SHIT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FINISH, my writers-block had me ready to yell in 67 different languages. a n y w a y, hope you liked it lovelies, sry for any grammar mistakes or anything of the sort<3