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Glory & Gore

The point of blind dates is to not know who you're meeting prior to the date. You were set up with Jimin by a mutual friend. Sadly for Jimin, he didn't know you were a serial killer who killed your victims after fucking their brains out. Sadly for you, you didn't know Jimin was a vampire and wouldn't be killed easily.

Warning: vampire jimin, blood, neck snapping, mentioning of killing/sucking blood, compelling, pain kink, jimin tied up, hitting (punching/slapping) stabbing, disturbing scenes, stalking, neck biting, intoxication,

Word Count: 6,570

Jimin had once loathed the idea of falling in love. He was centuries old, witnessing the world around him change and evolve to what it was now. Living through centuries to some could feel like ages, but to Jimin it was as though it flashed through his eyes in a matter of seconds. He had a good run, he'd admit. Living through plagues and wars. Meeting historical figures and even going through adrenaline rushes like jumping off of cliffs and going through high-speed chases with the police. He would say he truly lived.

It was Taehyung's idea - his long-term friend who was much of the same as him - that he starts dating. Jimin was more of the "hit it and quit it" type. He had amazing sex back in his time - dealing with orgies in the Mediterranean was possibly his favorite. Yet, he couldn't say anyone stood out to him and that was ages ago. Taehyung insisted that it was time for Jimin to settle down and, by the man's words, "Buy a home with a white picket fence, maybe a pet and find yourself a lover".

Jimin attempted to go on dates, but no one ever caught his eye. When you lived through centuries and different times, only someone quite charming could make his interest peak. By the fifth date he had understandably given up. He didn't need to find someone to live forever with - especially if that someone was meant to be a human. As long as he lived, the only person he had turned into a Vampire - the new name humans call them - was Taehyung himself. He had no real reason to turn anyone else, Taehyung being like a brother to him when he found his friend near death. Having to snap his neck after forcing him to drink his blood hurt his heart - but having Taehyung wake up blood thirsty and though not alive, seeming as if he was, was worth it.

Taehyung was the first to greet him when he returned back to the small town Taehyung now resides in. He had a few residences that he owned and had given him one to live in - coincidentally with a white picket fence - and declared that he had the perfect woman for him to date. No matter how many times Jimin insisted that he didn't need help finding a partner - male or female - Taehyung was not one to be told no.

So, Jimin agreed.

However, he did have requirements. If this person was someone for him, he had to make sure it was up to his standards. Jimin asks Taehyung the correct questions. Was he or she beautiful for a "vampire"? Did they exceed the level of confidence that wouldn't make them insecure around him? Were they highly intelligent - possibly rich? Money didn't matter, of course, but he wasn't going to have someone around him that only wanted him for his own.

The most important - as of now - were they good in bed? Taehyung wouldn't know this question and before he could even have the chance to ask, Taehyung had vanished before his eyes and left the older man alone in the home he gifted him. Jimin had released a heavy sigh and decided he needed some wine infused with his favorite type of blood.

It was exactly the next day when Taehyung had returned around dinner time. Neither of them ate human food, so to see Taehyung carrying a large box of pizza raises an eyebrow, but as he allows his friend inside, he could hear it. Smell it.

You. Jimin could hear the way your heartbeat quickens, pushing blood throughout your body. He inhales when you step your foot inside of his home and gives him a cute, shy bow. It makes Jimin licks his lips - you were his favorite type of blood and Taehyung knew this.

"This is Y/N."

Jimin hears Taehyung's words as though they're far - echoing into his mind. However, his full focus was on you and your beating heart. It pounds through his head until all he could think of was having you - devouring you on the spot. He can count the number of times your heart beats per second if he truly desired.

"What?" Jimin snaps his head to Taehyung who releases a few dry chuckles.

"I said," Taehyung places a hand on Jimin's shoulder. "you're drooling."

Jimin scoffs. He shrugs off Taehyung's hand and offers you his hand to take. You do, a flush on your cheeks. Your heart is increasingly breathing through his ears when he brings your hand close to his lips and place a kiss upon them.

Jimin gulps. He was close to your veins and in a quick movement could easily have the taste of your sweet, savory blood inside of him. But he wouldn't - you were a friend of Taehyung's and an obviously the woman expected to settle down with him.

"Park-"

"Jimin." You finished, the sound of his name coming through your lips was enough for Jimin to like you (enough to not want to drain you dry right before him).

Jimin was no monster by all means. He understood that killing humans would do nothing but raise suspicion - even if there was probably a serial killer going around killing men. He had no problem with buying his favorite blood off of the black market or frequenting blood brothels.

"This is Y/N." Taehyung repeats your name, but Jimin's eyes doesn't remove themselves from yours. "She's my assistant."

Jimin raises a brow. He wasn't 100% sure what Taehyung did exactly that he needed an assistant, but he wouldn't question. Instead, he was going to focus on you, the beauty pumping his favorite blood through your veins.

Taehyung takes a seat after placing the box of pizza on the coffee table, arms crossed. He wasn't planning on staying for long, just enough to get you comfortable with Jimin. By the looks of it, you wouldn't be anything but comfortable. You and Jimin sat side by side, both speaking in hushed tones that his advanced ears easily picked up on.

Taehyung finds you fascinating. You were an interesting individual that would be giving Jimin the adrenaline rush he craved.

It didn't take long for Taehyung to leave, only a half an hour. You eat a slice of pizza and Jimin does, as well, but only to make you feel at ease. He had no desire for human food, and every desire to sink his teeth into you.

"Taehyung is convinced that you're going to be interested in me."

Jimin furrows a brow at your words. "Is that so?" He wasn't wrong.

You lick the corners of your lips and nod. "I'm not sure why."

"You don't find yourself interesting?"

You shrug your shoulders and Jimin hums.

"I'm sure you do. You couldn't stop staring at my neck."

Jimin's lips twitched.

"I have that effect on people."

You weren't new to this, and this is what made you captivating. But you were also observant. There was no doubt he was looking at the veins littering your neck, but it wasn't in the way you assumed - not fully, at least.

"What makes you think you have that effect on me?" Jimin leans back into the cushioned couch.

Jimin wishes he can read minds by the twinkle in your eyes. You tilt your head as you watch him, eyes darting between his lips, to his chiseled jaw to his dark eyes.

"Are you saying you don't want to have a taste?"

Jimin's eyes darkens. Your words indeed affect him in ways you have no ways of understanding - because he indeed wanted a taste. More ways than one.

"Are you willing to give me a...taste?" Jimin's eyes flicker to your lips. They're plushed and puckered.

You lean forward, neck exposed to him. You appeared as though you knew of what he was, but Jimin is positive you were clueless. "I'll give you a taste of whatever you want..." you murmur. "...as long as I also get to have a taste myself."

You yelp when you feel Jimin - with such speed in nearly knocks the breath out of you - into his lap. His lips are on your neck, inhaling deeply and sending wet, open-mouthed kisses. You can feel his teeth grazing against it.

"You smell amazing." Jimin grunts. His nails dig into the skin of your hips. "Amazing enough to eat."

It took deep rooted strength for Jimin to not sink his teeth into now. He's positive that you'd be sweet and savory. It's been a while since Jimin got to taste his favorite blood type straight from the vein.

Your blood flows smoothly throughout your body and Jimin can smell your excitement. 

"Pick your poison." Jimin murmurs against your neck. Just how dirty were you, he wonders. Were you the vanilla type? He wasn't opposed to soft and passionate sex, but it wasn't his cup of tea. 

"I don't think you'd be interested in what I'm into." you giggle cutely and Jimin couldn't help but laugh. You were so cute, adorable even. You weren't dumb, just uninformed. You didn't know Jimin wasn't mortal who had countless of sex - good, bad and the ugly - throughout the years. Nothing was ever off limits for him.

"Try me." Jimin grazes his teeth against your neck.

You hum, slowly grinding in Jimin's lap. You can feel how hard he is and his fingernails dig deeper into your skin.

"Are you more submissive or dominant?"

The question catches him by surprise. He was dominant when it came to humans - male or female. He rarely had anyone dominate him - he wasn't what they were. However, he wasn't opposed to being submissive, only when it came to those the same as him. 

Jimin licks his lips. "Do you want to take control?" he asks. Maybe it's your scent that intoxicates him. How can a human woman take control of him when he could easily snap your neck with ease?

You smirk, hands that once laid on his shoulders now tangling in his tresses. You yank them so he's now looking into your eyes. "Would you let me do whatever I want?"

Jimin grunts and nods, and this brings a smile to your lips. It appeared crazed - Jimin assuming you were the kinky dominator who got off at hurting men, He would go along with it, pretending you'd hurt him to satisfy your ego. 

Maybe Jimin would even enjoy it. 

It didn't take long for you to be in Jimin's bedroom. It was clean, the bed large sitting in the middle of the room. His sheets were soft and velvet.

You were the dominate type, Jimin notes amusingly. You were also prepared. The purse you held came equipped with rope that you tied as hard as you could after you demanded he strip naked, cock on full display. Jimin would wince every now and then to keep up the act of being human.

You stripped yourself of your own clothing, sporting a dark red lingerie set that amazes him. it was simply effective and Jimin was never the lingerie type of man. But he savors the way you strut over to him confidently. 

You had rules that needed to be followed. You went through them and Jimin only nodded.

"Say cherry if you want me to stop." you instructed - he never intended to. "Let me know if I'm taking anything too far." Nothing was too far, whatever you had he could surely handle. 

"Do whatever you want to me." Jimin shrugged, a taunting tone in his voice.

And you did. You straddle him and suddenly landed a few hits against his chest, head tilting for a reaction.

Jimin didn't give you nothing but a lip bite.

You slapped him across the face a few times, rubbing your clothed pussy against his bare cock and Jimin could do nothing but moan. He can feel you - moist and warm pussy dripping at the act of hurting him. Your slaps (soon to be punches) was child's play, but he would wince and moan to satisfy you.

You release your own moan at the tint of his skin. You leaned down to place a kiss upon his lips just to sink your teeth onto his bottom lip, drawing blood.

Jimin grunts, hip jutting into you. He was dead, technically, yet Jimin has consumed enough amount of blood - human and animal - that he could bleed just as a human can. He wouldn't die like a human would if he lost a significant amount, but he bleed nonetheless.

What causes Jimin to nearly go feral was your eyes watching him as you licked his blood off of his bottom lip.

You were a different breed, and he was going to have fun with you.

"Do you think I'm a freak?"

Jimin shakes his head slowly.

You smile and Jimin leans into his pillows. He supposes you are cute.

"I'm going to ride you." you state, lifting yourself up so you can push your panties to the side. "Until I cum. Hopefully you cum along the way. I was never known to cater to a man."

Jimin liked you and your cocky attitude. He was going to cum - in his own way. He wasn't human and he didn't release the way male humans do with sperm. He was filled with him own venomous fluid that took a good fucking to release - he could always compel you to ride him until he indeed 'came'. 

You sink down onto Jimin and shiver. He was big and had the perfect girth you only experienced with a dildo. You start off slow, adjusting to his size. You don't care that your nails are digging into his skin but neither does Jimin. 

You speed up the pace and it's alarming. Your stamina wasn't up to par with his kind, but for a human you were amazing. Your juices flow effortlessly onto him and you're fucking yourself without a care. You wrap your arms around Jimin's neck and squeeze - having no need to breath Jimin allows you to choke him however much you desired. 

"You let me do whatever I want to you." you moan out, pussy squeezing his cock that send shockwaves throughout his body. "You're like a little fuck toy."

Jimin grunts, his hips gutting to go deeper into your pussy. Human women weren't like you - dominant and degrading. You weren't afraid to hurt him, and he enjoyed it more than he'd thought he would. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and hover about Jimin. He took it upon himself to fuck into you at full force, his arms bound by the rope but that didn't stop him. You were going to cum soon, but not until you got off with what you truly wanted. 

"It's a shame..."  you murmur out, pussy dripping all over Jimin's abdomen. You were close to cumming and Jimin knew this - but he wasn't going to stop until you came the next ten times and had the chance to taste your own blood. "...that we won't be doing this again. I actually might like you."

Jimin's confused because he's sure he'd allow you to come back whenever you desired. "What makes you think you won't see me again?" Jimin grunts, eyes watching your bouncing breast. To suck your nipples until they're swollen is what he'd want to do next - maybe even get a taste of the blood flow.

You begin to laugh, pussy clenching. Jimin doesn't halt his thrust, not until he feels you let loose. You're cumming now, and before Jimin could do anything else, he feels a sharp pain straight to his heart. His eyes widen and his thrusts halt. 

You bring the sharp knife into Jimin's chest repeatedly. You begin to ride off your orgasm, blood squirting from Jimin's heart right onto your chest. 

The knife pierces him multiple times and Jimin can feel his body reacting. His vision blurs and all he could hear was your moans mixed with laughter.

"Fuck!"

Jimin brings a pale hand up to wipe off the mud from his face. He spits out the dirt inside his mouth in disgust. He's pissed - beyond pissed. He's unsure who should he kill first, you; the bitch who did this to him, or Taehyung, the motherfucker who introduced you to him.

Jimin stares into the sky. No doubt he's been buried in this disgusting field for a few days. The sky was a dark grey filled with clouds. Droplets of rainwater began to fall, smearing the dirt covering his - extremely expensive- clothing.

Jimin is seething as he runs through the deep forest, the tree's passing by appearing blurry irrelevancies. He was going to kill you. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around your neck and watch your life drain right before his eyes. It'll bring great joy to hear the way your heartbeat quickens with fear until it rapidly drops - until it stops. Then, he'd be satisfied. 

Jimin would have to drain you dry first; make sure not a single drop of your blood gets missed by him. It'll bring immense joy to kill you after he foolishly decided to give you a chance. It was an honor that he was fascinated in you and here you've gone and ruined it by attempting to kill him. Keyword: attempting. 

Jimin scoffs as he reaches Taehyung's home. He throws the front door open and strolls in, a trail of mud marking the pristine floors. 

You didn't know what Jimin was and that was your downfall. However, Jimin was no fool. You've done this before - killed. You worked fast, bringing the knife into his heart so rapidly that he didn't have a chance to defend himself (ironically enough). He awoke beneath the ground, buried deep enough to not be found by anyone and so far from civilization that you could be considered a professional.

But Jimin wouldn't completely blame you. You were a serial killer no doubt and probably the one he's heard mumblings about. Serial killers didn't concern him because he couldn't be killed by the average human. However, you concerned him now for your attempts upon him. You weren't a man that the media thought you were and though you impressed him with your skill - your lifeline was going to end soon.

But before he'd deal with you, he'll deal with Taehyung.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung's eyes widen at the mess staining his floors. "You're making a mess-"

Jimin wraps a hand around Taehyung's neck with inhumane speed and throws him to the nearest bookshelf. It crumbles at the impact, but Jimin remains unbothered. He places his muddy shoe against Taehyung's neck. "I had to dig myself out of the ground." he spits. "Because of that bitch you introduced me to."

Taehyung struggles against Jimin's strength. He was smaller in frame compared to him, but Jimin's strength could easily overpower him. He was centuries ahead of him in age, after all. 

"I hope you are not fond of that bitch." Jimin snatches Taehyung forward, hands around his neck. "I'm going to kill her.'

Taehyung widens his eyes. "Hyung," he hisses. "let me explain-"

Jimin snaps Taehyung's neck. His friend falls to the ground lifelessly. 

Jimin sighs. He hates punishing Taehyung, but this was unacceptable. His clothes were ruined, as were his shoes. His hair would take more than a few washes to get the mud and dirt out and not only that, but how fucking embarrassing was it that a human girl caught him by surprised?

Jimin shakes his head. Taehyung would be fine. In a few hours he would wake - the snap to the neck wasn't as severe to last long. In the meantime, he would use his shower to get the mess off of him while he decided how he was going to kill you.

You tap your fingernails against your desk, eyes drifting between your computer to your boss's shut door. Taehyung wasn't in today. It was weird to not see him on the days you worked. The large window that displays his desk is empty and no one else appears to know where he is.

You ponder if Taehyung is looking for Jimin. The last week Taehyung had mention that Jimin wasn't taking his calls and that he'd might have to visit the man. You agreed - stating that Jimin had ignored several of your texts and assumed that maybe he didn't want to be bothered.

Of course, you knew the truth - but you couldn't tell this to Taehyung. How could you ever explain to your boss that you killed his friend while fucking him to your orgasm? It wasn't something you'd ever tell anyone, not even a journal or diary.

Jimin was a cute one. He was experienced in sex, and it wasn't anything special for you to dwell on. He was bound by the wrist but could still fuck you fully. But that didn't stop him and neither did you.

Killing brought an adrenaline through you. The act of appearing innocent with the idiotic men you chose is nearly comical. They'd never suspect that you were a threat to them. You were considered nothing but a defenseless woman that couldn't carry her own.

But you weren't - you were the same serial killer murdering all these men for the last few months. The news stated that you were a man hunting at random. The true crime podcasts had their own theories of who you were and your reasonings. You heard that your "childhood was filled with abuse" but their theories weren't correct.

You yourself are unsure the core root of the start of your murderous rampage. Your first time murdering a man had made you sick - you vomited for days. Soon, you were able to ignore the stench that came with getting rid of the body and how to cover your tracks. You learned how to steadily hold your weapon with ease. You would once dump the bodies of the men at random locations, but the thought of being caught frightened you.

You began burying the men deep within woody forest areas - sometimes in cemeteries. No one ever questioned someone digging a grave at a cemetery.

The ringing of your office phone jolts you back into reality. You hastily grab the phone and answer with your best customer service voice. You didn't hear anything on the other end, but you were a patient person. You repeated another time just as sweetly, but still heard nothing.

"Waste of my time." you slam the phone down on the receiver and sigh.

The phone rings once more, this time you look at the caller I.D and frown. It was probably a prank caller and this time your patience was wearing thin.

You answered the phone, but before you can speak, the caller does. "I should gut you and drain you dry." the voice hisses before the line goes dead. Your eyes widen at the menacing words and your heart thumps outside your chest at the familiar voice.

Following you wasn't a part of the plan. While he showered the mud off of his skin, he thought about how he'd end your life. He wasn't opposed to hurting women as long as they deserved it, but it wasn't an act he enjoyed doing. Even if he was a human, his strength would rival a woman so as an immortal with inhumane strength, it was simply unfair.

But you were a bitch. A bitch who pretended to like him and got him vulnerable before you killed him - of course, not literally.

Jimin's pride was hurt. He was embarrassed. No one has ever done anything like this to him. He was a man of great strength and intelligence. A woman - a human woman at that - managed to distract him enough to seemingly end his life. Did you work alone? He wasn't obese, but he was solid enough to not be easy.

Another part of Jimin was impressed with your tactic. You appeared as an everyday woman working as an assistant. Not purely innocent, but not one to fuck, murder and dump a body. What he pondered on was if you truly ever were interested in him. Did he captivate you differently from the other men? Or was he the same as them - a good fuck and a good kill?

How Jimin was going to kill you didn't concern him. He could snap your neck easily, bleed you dry as you were his favorite blood type, and burn your body in the deepest part of the woods.

But what was the fun in that? You had your adrenaline rushing fun and he wanted his.

The phone calls began as Jimin watches you sit at your desk. Taehyung wouldn't be in today; he was sore from the neck snapping injury. But taking Taehyung's phone and getting your number wasn't difficult. He began calling you after you clocked out of work and made your way home. By the third call, he was blocked. But that didn't bother him. He had endless money at his defense and that meant endless number of phones and phone numbers he can call off of - all at once.

The pictures came next. He couldn't enter your home without an invitation, but that didn't mean he couldn't walk the perimeter of your home. He'd developed the pictures of you walking into said home, getting into your car and even pictures of you at work; at the same desk he made the first phone call.

The look on your face each time you witness said pictures brought satisfaction to his non-beating heart. To watch you day by day become completely unhinged; frightened. Constantly looking over your shoulder to ensure he wasn't near, but you understood he was. You were a serial killer after all.

Jimin was growing tired of hearing your heartbeat. When you were frightened, the blood pumps your blood through you at an alarmingly delicious pace. It was time, he could feel it through his venom filled veins.

It was early morning when Jimin decided it was your time to die. It was raining when you left your home for work, surveying your surroundings before you do so. It was dark and the surrounding homes were all left quiet. You enter your car and Jimin could hear you lock your doors soon after you entered.

Your actions bring a scoff out of Jimin. Nothing could stop him from getting to you - especially not locked doors to a car he could destroy the hinges of.

You take a deep breath before reversing out of your home. Your wipers are on the highest setting they can be and yet, you still have difficulty seeing the road.

Your paranoia has since skyrocketed out of control. You're unsure how you managed to get out of your home and go to work or run errands with an apparent stalker. The pictures, the messages and the constant phone calls - you blame your ego. You have yet to see anyone, but it always feels as though they're a pair of eyes on you at all times.

As you proceeded to drive down the rainy and dark road, your phone vibrates in your lap. You're hesitant to see but your curiosity gets the better of you. You don't recognize the number on your screen, but all the numbers were never the same. You've managed to change your number but whoever the stalker was had gotten ahold of it.

"Watch out." you read aloud. Your eyes flicker to the road and your heart nearly stops. You stomp on the breaks, skidding against the wet pavement of the road.

Your eyes are wide and you're afraid to blink. The pale skin glistens in the rain as your headlights shine against him. His eyes are dark as they watch you through your windshield. Your terrified to move, not even as he makes his way closer to you.

Jimin doesn't appear to be a figment of your imagination. The last you saw of him; you were dragging his lifeless body to your car and to the nearest woody area.

You've attempted to get off of the breaks and floor the gas, but your window breaks, and you're being dragged out of your car. It continues to drive down the road, becoming faster by the second.

The palms of your hands manage to catch yourself as you fall.

"Get up."

His voice haunts you. You crawl against the wet ground to get asway, but once again your hair is being pulled.

"You aren't the great serial killer I thought you were." Jimin's voice is taunting you. "Go ahead and kill me. Do something."

You fight against him, but only when he pushes you aside do you manage to let yourself get free. You turn to face him, eyes wide with shock. You crawl backwards, another attempt to get away. The road is silent, and no other cars are in sight - not even yours.

"I-I..." you cough, choking on your own words. You killed him. You watched him die - bloody and all. "J-Jimin, I-"

"Why are you stuttering?"

Jimin is in front of you within seconds, speed incredible. He wraps a tight hand around your neck.

"Where's the confidence I seen the other night? Where's the woman who gave me the best fuck in decades? Maybe even centuries." Jimin cackles. "Where's the woman who killed me without remorse?"

"I'm sorry." you began to cry, heart racing.

"Pathetic." Jimin scoffs. He shoves you away. You stumble, but don't fall. "To think...that I actually liked you."

"I liked you, too." You gulp.

"Stop lying to me!"

Jimin's sudden roar frightens you. You hold yourself, slowly stepping away.

"I did." you admit. Of course, there was no doubt that you were scared shitless. But it wasn't a lie that you enjoyed Jimin in the moment. "I...I just thought..." you lick your lips. If you made it out alive today, you'd surely catch a cold. "...what are you?"

There it was. Jimin snorts. The million-dollar question. "What do you think I am?"

"A demon?"

Jimin shrugs. "Maybe I am." he responds. He's in front of you in a blink of an eye. "Your heart is pounding from a mile away. It makes your blood smell so refreshing."

The color drains from your face. The mention of your blood brings a sudden realization through you.

You weren't big on mythology. The only thing you knew about those who enjoyed blood were vampires. It would explain the way he stands before you seemingly unharmed. He was pale, but not strikingly pale to the point you'd be concerned.

What about the blood? Vampires didn't bleed, did they? They were dead.

"You're confused but you know what I am." Jimin offers a taunting smile. "And here Taehyung thought you and I were going to be together forever."

The mention of your boss makes you feel sick. "Taehyung...is he."

"Yes, he is the same as I." Jimin nods. "He's one of my best friends, after all."

Taehyung was a vampire, as well. Jimin was a vampire.

You. You were human and now you were in deep shit.

"Do you like my blood?"

Jimin is caught off guard by the question. He can hear your heartbeat become steady. He ponders on the question you asked him while intimate - did he think you were a freak? In this moment, yes. You were different. Frightened, but curious.

"Yes." Jimin admits. "It's my favorite. I can't wait to sink my teeth into you."

Jimin's teeth become sharper, canines pulsing beyond the others. 

"You can't die." You state. You're trembling, fear mixed with the cold rain. "If you can't die that means-"

"Are you trying to make a compromise?" Jimin is beyond astonished. "After you put me in the ground in the middle of fucking nowhere?" The audacity of you.

"You can feed off of me!" you exclaim. You're unsure if what you did know about vampires were true. Did the prefer to feed directly from the neck or did it even matter? Could they walk in the sunlight, or would they burn right there - you were sure they didn't sparkle like you've seen in Twilight.

Jimin furrows a brow, amused. This was a new one. You were determined to not die, it appears. 

"And maybe I...can kill you."

Jimin snarls.

"You can't die!" you protest. "I-It can be a game. I like you and...you can come to like me."

In the centuries that Jimin's lived, no one has ever compromised in such a way. 

"Then I wouldn't have to kill anyone else if I can..." you take a deep breath. It was insane to try to make a deal with a vampire on a vengeance. "...kill you. It's not like you'd die."

Jimin licks his lips. You were serious, and he was curious. 

"You'd let me have a taste?"

You nod hastily. You're unsure if he would even consider your proposition, but it was worth a try. 

Jimin hums, but his lips hover above your neck, nonetheless. "Run." he hisses. 

And you do, as fast as you could. You nearly fall a few times but manages. The sky is starting to show some light, but not enough for you to know where you're running, ironically, through the wooded area. 

You scream pierce throughout the trees, but it's died down with the sound of the rain. Your back hits a nearby tree and the breath gets knocked out of your chest. 

"We did it your way the last time." Jimin's hands are cold against your chin. "We're doing this my way now."

The pain is excruciating for the first couple of seconds, but then you began to feel warm throughout. It was a weird feeling. You felt lighter.

Your hand reaches out to grab Jimin's shirt, clenching tightly. 

"Please fuck me."

Jimin licks his lips, shivering in pleasure. Your blood was exquisite. 

"As much as I would love to..." Jimin leans back, eyes watching yours. You were intoxicated with the venomous fluid that dripped into your blood. "...I would rather not take advantage."

You gulp.

"And as tempting as your offer is..." Jimin wraps both hands around your neck. Maybe he would come to regret his decision to kill you - but he couldn't allow you to consume him. He snaps your neck and watches as your body drops to the ground lifelessly. 

Taehyung watches as the elevator lifts him to the top floor. He has yet to get in contact with Jimin and he's grown upset with the older vampire. To barge into his home and punish him for your actions was uncalled for.

The elevator dings as he reaches the top floor where his office was located. As the door opens, Taehyung's eyes widen at the bloody scene before him.

Blood stained the walls as he trails further inside. He notes bodies of his employees, all dead and gutted. The scene would have disgusted his human form, but he was far from human now. The mess would be hell to clean up, but it wasn't impossible.

"Taehyung..."

Taehyung's head snaps to the side. He tilts his head. "Y/N."

You're dripping wet, possibly from the rain outside. Your clothing is torn and your covered in blood, but not your own.

"I-I...I'm so hungry." you cry, eyes wide with confusion.

Taehyung knew you would be.

When Taehyung met you, he was fascinated by your aura. He was even more fascinated to know you were a serial killer. It was fun, as fucked up as it was, to introduce you to his hyung. You were his favorite blood type, and he was curious on what you'd do. Would you kill him like the others or spare him?

Taehyung got his answer when he hadn't received any word from Jimin. He'd came into work and asked about your night with Jimin and your thoughts about him. You claimed to like him and desired in seeing him again - he sensed no lies from you. You did want to see Jimin again, but you lied about not knowing his whereabouts.

Taehyung was no fool knowing that if you did kill Jimin, that he would come back for you in vengeance. You were interesting nonetheless, and he understood that Jimin also took an interest in you. It was a matter of time before Jimin returned so Taehyung did what he needed to do to make sure Jimin thought twice about killing you.

Taehyung had offered you a drink mixed with blood - Jimin's blood. Vampire blood remained in the system for a week. Witnessing you here confused and hungry, that meant that Jimin had killed you recently.

"I know you are." Taehyung pulls his phone out of his pocket.

"I didn't mean to kill them." You're in front of him fast, not yet understanding how to control your sudden speed. "I-I...they tasted so good."

"Ssshh." Taehyung shushed. "Let me call someone to come get you."

"The police?!" you screech.

"Y/N. You're immortal." Taehyung is amused by your reaction. "No human - man or woman - can stop what you are."

You nod your head and sit down at the nearest table. You're unsure what's happened to you. The last thing you remembered was Jimin biting you and then suddenly you were at work feasting on your coworkers.

"Y/N."

How long have you sat there?

Your head snaps up to come face to face with Jimin and he looked pissed.

Jimin was livid when he received a phone call from Taehyung explaining the situation. He never got anywhere to confront his friend faster than he did now.

You were alive - in a way - and sat before his eyes covered in blood.

"Why'd you do this?" Jimin asks Taehyung, eyes on you.

"Didn't you like her?" Taehyung asks. "I know she likes you."

Jimin sighs.

"I knew you'd kill her if she decided to kill you." Taehyung leans against the wall. "This is the most excitement you had in decades, hyung!"

You lean back against your chair and hiss.

"She's hungry." Jimin notes. And you wouldn't be satisfied unless you learned how to feed and become satisfied.

"She's sired to you." Taehyung murmurs. "Don't ask how I got your blood."

Jimin grunts. Of course, Taehyung was always the mischievous type. You were sired to him like Taehyung was. This could only mean that Taehyung had indeed planned this from the start.

Jimin strolls towards you and shakes his head. "I can never get rid of you, can I?" Jimin brings his wrist up to his mouth and bites until it draws blood. "Drink." he orders, and you do hungrily. Jimin encourages you, gently petting your head.

"Well, lovebirds." Taehyung claps his hands in satisfaction. "I'll be calling the cleaners."

Jimin waits until you're satisfied and full. You lick your lips and stare up - almost innocently - at him.

"A-are you going to kill me?"

Jimin could. You were nothing but a lowlife newborn and he could surely snap your neck while you sat here.

But, you were interesting. The most adrenaline he felt in years.

"No." Jimin murmurs. "You're sired to me now. You can't betray me even if you wanted to."

You nod your head. "What happens now?"

Jimin offers you his hand to take. "Let's go home." he says to you when your hand is in his.

@silversparkles11 @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @darkuni63 @castlewolfsbane

Sweet Serial Killer

Masterlist

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (italics = past events)

Genre: smut, Yandere! Serial Killer! Jungkook x Reader

Warning: mentions of death/suicide, dark themes, mentions of rape/sexual assault, blood, oral (m receiving), facial,

Word Count: 5,604

Description: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison.

Your hands are doodling along the scrap piece of paper, your mind not on the professor in the front of the class. You can hear the students around you murmuring, but your mind doesn't process what they're saying. Not even when there's gasp entering the room and then sudden silence. You're shading the doodle of a cat when you hear the professor say your name from the front of the large class room. Your eyes glance up to see your professor, a puzzled look on her face. Her glasses hang dangerously low on her nose. Besides her you can see two officers, their eyes trailing your way.

"Y/N Y/L." one officer says as he climbs the stairs to get to your seat. You drop your pen from your hands, swallowing. "You're under arrest for the conspiracy of being associated with the serial killer Yeonma."

Gasps fill the room, as well as hushed murmurs and whimpers. The police officer is standing beside you, the cuffs out and ready to cuff you. You don't bother fighting - all the fight left in you long gone. You stand, your hands stiff. The officer cuffs you. You can feel the students watching you as you are escorted out of the classroom. A few students littering the halls stop to stare at you being escorted out.

You sit in the back of the police cruiser, your eyes watching the surroundings pass by like blurs as the police drove past. You swallow, your throat feeling dry. Your life in the last few months went down hill - starting with the sudden death of your sister by suicide. You pondered if she was in a better place - outside of this horrid world that did nothing but tear her down while she was alive. Was death easier for her? Surely life was too hard to handle with a judicial system who caters to wealthy men.

You lean back into the leather seat of the police cruiser. Your mind wanders to the past events, starting with the trial you were forced to endure to find the justice your sister never received.

"I'm not sure if I can keep facing him." your sister murmurs, a shake of her head. She has her arms wrapped closely around her, visibly trembling as she stands outside the court room. You're seated behind her, patting her shoulder soothingly. 

"You need to." you try to assure. "So he doesn't do this to anyone else."

The trial your sister endured was a long one stretching out for months now. She abandoned her studies at University, her dreams of being a veterinarian dropped. She instead worked at a resturant as a waiter to help with the bills you and her created around the home. 

You didn't enjoy seeing your sister like this. She was a shell of her former self - not smiling like she once did. And when the one chance you did see her smile, the sparkle in her eyes was never seen again. She rarely left the house unless it was for work - only working the morning and lunch shifts. The once social butterly you had of a sister was now a recluse and frightened victim. 

Soon the court room is filled. You sit besides your sister, your eyes trailing to the man in the expensive suit seated with his lawyer. He sat back coolly, not a care in the world. It made your fists clench, but you weren't going to act outside of character here. Your sister needed you. 

You sat with your sister, holding her hand as the lawyers went back and forth between the case. His lawyer tried anything to make him appear innocent - claiming that your sister must've been a fan of the popular boy. "Why else would she allow herself to become intoxicated?" he questions. "You mean to tell me she willingly went to his bedroom?"

You could feel your sister breathing heavily. You squeeze her hand, your eyes glancing at her. You can see the tears threatening to fall. You turn towards the judge who was about to make the final decision. You take a deep breath, feeling your sister squeeze your hand in her own.

"We found the defendant..." your eyes watch the jury read off of the card. "Not guilty. Due to lack of evidence."

Your eyes widen. You hear the cheer from your left, the group of friends that accompany him all stood to clap their hands. You witness a few woman on his side, all smiling ear to ear at the man who raped your sister. The accuser, Chung Ji-Ho stands and bows to the judge, his eyes glancing your way. You see the tiny smirk form onto his lips. 

You stand, fists clenched. You stalk his way, ignoring the calls from your sister. You land a slick punch to his face, the gasps erupting from around the room was evident that you were now seen as the abuser. "Fuck you!" you hiss at him, feeling your arms being restrained. "You're nothing but a rapist!"

You were escorted out. The Chung family were going to press charges against you - but Ji-Ho had assured that it wasn't a need. Your anger peaked when you saw him the following week at school. It was as if nothing changed - girls flocked around him as if they weren't bound to fall victim to his attacks. Boys were forever envious, and hung on his every word. You couldn't understand the reasoning of everyone turning an eye to his behavior.

Of course, the Chung's came from money. The college wasn't going to risk their reputation going down hill with a trial - news never reached outside the college walls of your sisters accusations. The trial was never publicized and the only one who suffers was your sister. 

You didn't have many friends from university - and now you were never going to. It didn't bother you much. You didn't go anywhere expecting to have friends in general. You were deemed unapproachable - especially after what has happened to your sister. You didn't have time to entertain anyone.

You hear a few snickers as you enter the large classroom. Your eyes flicker to the noise and soon your eyes are narrowing. Not far from your seat is Chung Jae-Ho - older brother of Ji-Ho. He's returning the glare you're sending him, but the cocky smirk on his lips tells you that he's going to be a problem in your life.

"Y/N."

Your head snaps to the left at the voice. The seat besides you was never taken. It was petty, of course, but it was appreciated. You had a place for your bag afterall. 

Jungkook glances at the seat where your bag sits. You take the hint and move it, allowing the man you rarely speak to sit down. "How are you?" he murmurs.

"Do you care?" you respond, the question comes out rudely. You mentally swear at yourself. "I'm sorry." you whisper back. Jungkook was never rude to you - he was the only one at the University who remained speaking with you after the incident with your sister. 

"No need." Jungkook gives you a small smile. "I know things are rough for you. And I want you to know that I'm always here for you."

Your mind is telling you that it was a lie - a ploy to get what he wanted for himself. But Jungkook's eyes told you a different story. As you look at him, there's a glint in his eyes that makes your heart leap to believe him. Jungkook never gave you a reason to be doubtful of his words. He was kind to you. He spoke to you freely, rarely steering the conversation to the uncomfortable topic.

"Thank you." you mumble out a response. 

"I would stay away from this one, Jungkook."

Jungkook's eyes lift to Jae-Ho. He's looking your way, a disgusted look on his face. 

"Flirt a little too much you might end up getting accused of rape." Jae-Ho snickers, as does a few of his friends. 

Jungkook isn't a fool to see you're blinking. The tapping of your fingers against your knee tells him you were uncomfortable, trying your best to remain quiet and not let your emotions get the best of you. 

You aren't expecting Jungkook to respond, so when he does you're surprised. 

"If your father raised your brother to know the difference between consent and simple flirting then maybe he wouldn't be in a situation like that." Jungkook responds, his eyes narrowing at Jae-Ho. "One day, he'll meet his match."

You sit in the interrogation room, your foot tapping against the floor. You don't know how long you've been here. What you do know is that the officers don't believe a thing you have to say. You're being accused of being Yeonma - a vigilante around the nation. You laugh at the thought - but if you were them you would also think the same.

Yeonma made their presence known almost a year ago. The string of murders they committed - all criminals - was enough to shake the nation. Those were scared to commit a crime that could end them dead by the mysterious vigilante. However, since his (or her) presence, the amount of theft died down. The random acts of violence against citizens by those in law enforcement came to a halt - and though the sexual assault cases were minumum, you haven't heard of one since your sister.

"I'm a Yeonma supporter." you shrug at the police officer. "Does that make me a criminal?"

Whoever Yeonma was, they did have your full support. They did what the judicial system had not - serve justice to those who deserve it. The amount of criminals who were found not guilty just because of the wealth they attained was beyond you.

The interrogator stares deeply at you, but you don't budge. You lean back into your chair, fingers tapping against the wooden table. You had no respect for anyone in law enforcement - they've done nothing but dig a grave for your sister. They weren't the ones who had to see the tears stream down your sisters face when her rapist was found not guilty. They weren't there the many nights you sprinted to her room at her screams, the night terrors harrassing her.

Nor were they there to identify the body of your sister - an act they determined to be a suicide. They were present for your questioning, however, to ask where you were at when your sister's body was recovered. However, they made themself scarce when the mortician tells you that your sister was pregnant by the rapist who law enforcement allowed to walk free.

"You're free to go." was what you heard after 6 hours of being holed up into interrogation. You scoff before leaving.

You don't go home. The sky is dark and the surroundings are quiet. There's a cold breeze that makes your cheeks go numb. You cross your arms as you wait in the shadows for the person you're waiting for. Your heart is thumping outside your chest and your mind races with the possibilites of what you're about to do.

You're unsure how long you were waiting before you see the man walk out of the building. He makes his way towards the alley way you hid in, eyes on his phone. He's walking towards his car, his day being done for the night. You clench the knife in your hands, trembling with anticipation.

You attack without much thought, bringing the knife deep into is neck. You twist it and remove the knife, the blood squirting out rapidly. The man coughs, a gush of blood spitting from his mouth. You stab him again and again - unsure of the total amount. But you do know that when you're done, he's left in a puddle of blood. Your gloved hands places the note between the man's fingers before you walk away from the dark alley way.

You recalled the amount of vomit that released itself from your throat when the mortician pulled back the white sheet to reveal your sister. Her skin was a pale grey color, all the life sucked from her skin. You couldn't hold back the tears that day, knowing that the mortician was left in an uncomfortable position. You don't return to the University for the week in preparation for your sister's funeral. It was costly, and the part-time job you had could barely cover anything besides cremation.

The University was notified of your sister's sudden death, yet you don't expect much from them. None of your teachers give their condolences to you, nor do any of the students. There was one person, of course, that was Jungkook. He had arrived at your apartment with flowers, sporting a long sleeve black shirt. What catches your eye is the gold band around his wrist - it appeared expensive. But you don't dwell on that because it was what's in his hands that intrigue you. It was a large arrangement of white roses that makes you cry all over again at his kindness. It was rare for you in the presence of another person, a man at that, but Jungkook's little act of kidness - even if it was just sending you roses - was rare. 

Jungkook stays that night in your apartment. Most of the time he hears you crying, but he doesn't speak. He gently rubs your back, not going farther than the upper to not make you any more uncomfortable. The silence is pleasant to you. Knowing that you had someone there for you in a world of such terribly cold people was enough. Your eyes soon find themselves falling until you're asleep - the first time you were able to in such a long period of time. Jungkook allows you to snuggle into him unknowingly. He's glad you're able to rest after the tea he's given you - he laced it with chloral for you to get a fulls night rest.

Once Jungkook knows you're in a deep sleep, he lifts you into his arms and takes you to your bedroom. He tucks you into your bed, his eyes lingering on you. You were peaceful when sleeping. He notes your cheeks are puffy, red and tear stained and it makes the blood inside him boil. His thumb rests upon your cheek lightly, giving a feathery rub before he turns away from you. 

You wake the next morning feeling like you've been out for months instead of hours. Your legs can barely register to walk when you stumble out of your room and into the bathroom. You sit in front of the mirror for about ten minutes, throat dry and head pounding. You don't remember going to sleep or going to bed in general. Your mind tries to replay the events of the night prior, but everything is hazy after Jungkook comes with the arrangment of roses. 

Within the next hour, you've managed to shower and freshen up. You hear a buzzing noise coming from the sitting room. You've left your phone on the coffee table. It buzzes non-stop, an array of notifications coming through. You hum and unlock your phone, your eyes reading the notifications from various news outlets. Your heart skips a beat as you open one - a video sounds. 

"Late last night the body of Chung Ji-Ho was found. The man was brutually murdered and stabbed over 100 times." you release a gasp, your hand slapping against your mouth. "Law Enforecemnt believes it is the work of mysterious vigilante, Yeomna. A series of murders spancing the last years has occured, all by the same vigilante claiming to cleanse the nation of evil. It has left everyone baffled in fear of who could be next."

You drop your phone in your lap, breathing going heavy. The reporter's voice died down within the background of your mind.

Ji-Ho was dead.

Chung Ji-Ho, the man who raped your sister and got away with it was dead. He was murdered by Yeomna - the same mysterious vigilante who had murdered a dozen other criminals who were sent free. Of course, it could've been a coincidence. But, who else would kill such a high profile man? The Chung family came from wealth and only someone such as Yeomna could get close enough in doing so. 

You release a laugh. Then another. Now you're laughing with glee and joy at the news of Ji-Ho's death. The old you would never laugh at one's death, yet this wasn't one of those cases. Ji-Ho had ruined your life. Your sister was dead because of him - and now so was he.

Jungkook returns that night, bringing you the assignments from University. He orders a pizza for the two of you. He notices your change in demeanor. You're more talkative. You smile more, and it's as if you're glowing. He's content in seeing you smile and laugh with him, even when your life was growing difficult by the day. 

"Have you heard of Ji-Ho?" you asked him hours later. The pizza was long gone and the movie you put on had finished. Jungkook sits next to you, your head on his shoulder.

Jungkook shifts. "Yeah." he murmurs. "Sad. Everyone's saying it was..."

"Yeomna." you speak, finishing his words. Many people didn't like to say the name, in fear of conjuring the vigilante. You weren't one of those people. 

Jungkook licks his lips. "What do you think of it?" he ponders when you don't speak again. 

"Of Yeomna?" you ask him, your head tilting to look up at him. 

Jungkook nods. 

You hum again. You lift yourself from his shoulders and look into his eyes. "I think I love them."

Jungkook is taken aback. He tilts his head to the side at your response. 

You giggle to yourself slowly, cheeks flushing. "I mean in the same way you may love a musician." you explain. "Yeomna is the only person who does what needs to be done."

Jungkook's eyes scan your face for any hint of deception. He finds now, and now he's intrigued. "You don't think what he's doing is going against everything good?"

"Killing criminals is good." you deadpan. "Getting people like Ji-Ho off the streets makes Yeomna like...a God."

Jungkook's eyes are glinting again, you note. You aren't sure why, but you don't dwell on it. You hoped you didn't sound like a crazy fanatic to him - he was becoming the only friend you had in your life. Your sister gone and having no parents to fall back upon was enough to make anyone go mad. 

When Jungkook smiles at you and shakes his head, you glance away. "You're different from most, Y/N."

You've never killed someone before. No one says anything about the act of killing a person - and the aftermath afterwards. The sleepless nights and constant paranoia. The look over your shoulder every few seconds to see if the person is right behind you. The night terrors where you see the life you took be sucked from them right before your eyes.

But you told yourself you did this for a reason. You weren't yourself any longer - you were now a shell of what you once were. You had no one except Jungkook, and even he wouldn't be able to look at what you've become now. Your interest with Yeonma had only peaked; becoming an adoration and now an obsession. You didn't tell anyone - not even Jungkook - of your ways.

You recall when you heard of the dark web. It was mumblings of Yeonma being on there and murdering the people live. You weren't sure if it was true or not - but that didn't mean you couldn't check. You paid enough - too much - to make sure you wouldn't be tracked as you ventured onto the dark web. It took weeks, but you made it. And what you found was true.

You came across the masked figure of Yeonma - he wore an all white venetian mask and each video and live you were a part of, his clothing remained the same. An all black tight fitted shirt with the same dark pants. You could see the wavy dark hair he had. His voice when he spoke was what entranced you - it was deep and smooth, yet you questioned if it was truly his own. What you came to notice was the tattoos that inked his skin, nothing standing out as of yet.

You watched the disturbing videos of Yeomna torturing and soon killing the criminals - all men of various brings you great joy and satisfaction - as ominus as it may sound. However, all of these men were criminals and you refused to feel sympathy for them. What catches your eyes is an old video - the live stream of the same night Ji-Ho died. You don't feel anything when you see the man tied and screaming for his life. It brings nothing but joy. What catches your eyes is the gold band around Yeomna's wrist that you swore you've seen before.

Within the next week, the news of the fallen police officer catches everyone in a frenzy. The reporters had insight of the letter left behind - and they knew that whoever killed the officer was not Yeomna, but a supporter of his. You left behind the note - a coded note that surely only someone calculated would understand. It was shown across news stations, but yet and still - no one could deciper it.

You were patient when it came to Yeomna. You had no reason to kill anyone else unless it was to send out another letter for him. This was the only way you'd get in contact with Yeomna - to thank him personally for avenging your sister's death. Maybe the idea was ludicris and could get you in serious shit - but you had no care in the world. It's a plan you've come up with after witnessing the man kill the amount of criminals in the act of justice.

When weeks pass and there's no sign of Yeomna, you grow restless. You're pondering if you have to get rid of another officer, but decide that it would be useless to send out another letter when you know he's seen the first. The streets are now more strict - a curfew is set for 9 pm every night and everyone caught out without a written permission is issued a fine.

You decided that your chance now would be to search now for any updates via the dark web. To your surprise - he was alive. You saw nothing but the man walking through a wooden area, the outside area dark. He didn't show his masked face like he usually did but instead showed himself walking, his feet tapping against the ground.

You hear a loud bang on your front door. Your eye brows furrow as the banging got intense. You make your way from your room, poking your head out to see just who in the hell it could be.

"Open the door, Y/N!" the banging gets louder.

You gulp at the voice. It was Jae-ho.

"What do you want?" you call from the other side of the door.

"Open the door." Jae-Ho demands. "I know you're the one who killed my brother."

He sounds hurt, but you can't bring yourself to care.

"I know it had to be you. Ji-Ho was innocent!" Jae-Ho was screaming now. Surely your neighbnors would be concerned for a screaming man past cerfew.

You opened the door slightly to look Jae-Ho in the eye. He appeared tipsy, eyes blood shot and red. "Your brother was nothing but a rapist that got what he deserved." you spat at him, and before you can force your door closed he kicks it in.

You fall on the ground roughly, scraping your elbow against the carpet. You yelp, glaring up at him. Jae-Ho hovers above you and you send a kick his way when he comes too close. "Get the hell out!" you hiss at him, hands clenching into fists.

Before Jae-Ho can respond, he feels a sharp pain erupt through his temple. He's thrown to his knee's and behind him he hears the door slam shut.

You release a sudden shout at the blood pooling out of Jae-Ho's head. You're then stunned when the masked intruder takes the same knife to slice a deep cut along Jae-Hae's throat. The blood squirts out, splashing in your face menacingly. You release a few gags and gasps, trying to wipe the blood from your face. Your eyes flutter to the familiar masked man. The white venetian mask staring down at you. You inch away, heart thumbing. You notice he's holding a camera in his hands - probably the same camera he is live streaming with now.

You're quiet when he drops the camera by your feet. You are unsure of what to say. Jae-Ho is bleeding all over your foyer as we speak and you're in the presence of a serial killer.

"Thank you." you murmur, unsure what you were thanking him for.

The masked man saunters to you, His glove hand wraps around your throat, but he doesn't squeeze it. You're ultimately frozen before him, far too stunned to move a muscle. Your eyes trail down to his feet, the large combact boots he wore were as familiar as the gold braclet he wore.

"Jungkook." you say his name. The man squeezes your neck at the sound of it, but it doesn't startle you. "Why didn't you tell me it was you?"

You watch as Jungkook takes his hand from your neck to lift the mask. His eyes stares into you, examining your reaction before he speaks. "And tell you what?" he murmurs.

You lick your lips. There was something about Jungkook that changed - maybe the lip ring he recently added not long ago. But now you seen him in a new light.

"You listened to me say how much I loved you for killing Ji-Ho." you advert your eyes away from him. You were growing embarrassed. "And you never told me you were..."

"Yeomna." Jungkook tilts his head. He brings the knife to your neck. He wasn't going to hurt you - he never would. But he desired to see your reaction to the new found information. When you don't look the least bit worried, he snickers. "Maybe I enjoyed listening to you go on and on about how much you adored what I do." Jungkook trails the blood stained knife along your collarbone. "You were devoted to me without realizing it was me."

You hum a response.

"It's quite funny if you think about it, Y/N." Jungkook peeks into your eyes. "You killed to get my attention. But you've already had it this entire time."

Jungkook drops the knife besides you and again wraps his hands around your throat. He's rougher now. He engulfs you in a kiss, not caring your face was nearly covered in blood.

Jungkook moans when he disconnects your lips. "You're so devoted to me, aren't you?"

You nod your head as if in a trance.

"Tell me. You have my attention now. What did you want from me, Y/N?"

"I wanted to thank you." you murmur against him. "For killing Ji-Ho."

Jungkook hums. "And you aren't scared of me?" he ponders. You shake your heart frantically. "I see. What makes you think I wouldn't kill you?"

"You would've already." was the response that makes Jungkook smile at you. Because you were correct.

Jungkook knows he chose the right person to be his - and he found that in you. The amount of times he had to sit through you speaking of Yeomna without knowing it was him was priceless. You were a fanatic, completely obsessed. You were biting your tongue around him to not sound utterly entrance with him.

"I want you to get up." Jungkook demands, leaning up as you stand to your feet. "And take off your clothes."

You do as you're told. Jungkook being Yeomna - though you had your suspicion for a bit - made you want to do nothing but obey him. In your eyes, he was a deity. You've grown obsessed with the idea of Yeomna that him being Jungkook - someone who's grown to be your best friend over time - was something you were grateful for. One you stand fully nude for him, Jungkook smirks at you.

"Get on your knees." you once again follow the order. Your eyes watch as he undoes his pants and pushes them down. You don't wait for him to tell you. As soon as you see his cock spring out, your tongue is rolling against the tip of it. You moan, eyes fluttering close. The sudden need to please him is great. You suck and pump his cocks, his moans and grunts feeding you the satisfaction you needed in knowing you were pleasing him.

Jungkook's eyes turns towards the camera on the floor. The show you were putting on for his viewers - the same viewers who were as sick and twisted as you - was amazing. Tangling his hand into your hair, he thrusts deep into your throat. You gag, but refuse to allow him to stop. You were in bliss, tears streaming down your cheeks and all. His moans were enough enjoyment for you.

Jungkook watches the way you take him so heavenly, the saliva dripping down your chin to the tears rolling down your face. The blood had since dried, but you never appeared so beautiful - and demented - for him. He was glad he would have this moment saved forever with the camera rolling.

Jungkook removes himself from your lips and sends a slap upon your face. "Get up." he hisses, grabbing you by your hair and forcing you to stand. He kisses your lips before forcing you down to the ground once more. He's behind you, hand tangled into your hair. "Look at the camera. Wave to all of our fans."

You're so caught in your trance that it is Jungkook that you don't find this new information alarming. Neither of you are wearing a mask, and surely you'd be caught dead if this got to the wrong hands - especially the police. The blood on your face and the dead body in the background was enough to be jailed.

You wave to the camera. Jungkook chuckles darkly. He positions himself at your hole. "I'm going to show everyone how I fuck whores like you." he spats, thrusting deep inside of you.

You gasp, clenching around him. He gave you no time to prepare for him - but you didn't need it. You were already wet enough for him.

Jungkook yanks your head back as he fucks you. His eyes are filled with lust, as are yours. Your breast are bouncing in the camera as he fucks you - he can't wait to go back and rewatch it.

"This isn't just any common whore." Jungkook speaks, his abdomen buckling into you at such an amazing speed. "She's my whore that belongs to me. Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You nod your head, stomach churning.

"I said," Jungkook increases the pace. He slams your head down to the floor close to the camera. "aren't you my whore? Don't be shy now, baby. Tell them."

"I am!" you huff, eyes clenched shut. You've never been fucked this good. Jungkook was animalistic. Your infuriation with the man doesn't help. "I'm your whore."

Jungkook chuckles. You feel his hand remove itself from your hair and soon he slaps you roughly across the face. It does nothing but you cum. You're leaking onto the floor now, much to Jungkook's surprise (and enjoyment). "Whore's like her love to be fucked." he hisses, his own high coming. He could fuck you all night if you'd let him - and you would.

You're unable to speak and could only release hushed whimpers. Jungkook was overstimulating you and before you know it, you're cumming all over again. It hits you intensely. So bad that your eyes are rolling back and your mouth is agape.

Jungkook removes himself from you. He shoves you back and turns you around. He cums on your face, rubbing it in fully so you (and the viewers) know just who you belong to.

You fall to the ground in exhaustion. You could feel how wet you still are from the juices dripping down your leg. You don't care, however.

Jungkook grabs his camera and shuts it off. He turns towards you and clicks his tongue. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." he marvels at the sight of you. He wraps both arms around you and lifts you up. He makes his way to your room and places you onto the bed. He manages to clean your face a bit before tucking you beneath the covers.

"Where are you going?" you mumble out a response as your eyes adjust.

"I have to get rid of Jae-Ho's body." Jungkook says.

"Can't you do that later?"

Jungkook sighs. He may be a serial killer (he prefers the term vigilante) but he was still a man with a heart. He couldn't leave you, not when you appeared so needy for him. "I suppose I can do it later." he says, removing the combact boots and coming beneath the covers with you.

I hope you all enjoyed this one-shot :)

Lethal Lovers

Masterlist | Part 1 (Sweet Serial Killer)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, serial killer!Jungkook x Reader

Warning: mentions of rape, creampie, blood, stabbing, torturing, shower sex, voyeurism, fingering, mentions of dead body,

Word Count: 6.657

Description: After finding out Jungkook is Yeonma, the vigilante serial killer that has the nation in a chokehold, he offers you a deal you refuse to turn down.

You rub at your face aggressively to get the blood off. The water is hot, nearly boiling your skin. The bathroom is filled with steam as you wash along your body. When you woke, you noticed Jungkook was gone. You didn't dwell on it, remembering the body that was rotting along on your sitting room floor. The memories of the night prior are flickering through your mind hastily - Jungkook killing Jae-Ho, him being Yeonma to him and you fucking on live. You clenched your fist at the thought of thousands of people watching you and Jungkook was embarrassing enough - adding it to the dark web while you're covered in blood a few feet away from said dead body...

You scream at the top of your lungs when the shower curtain is pulled back roughly. You got to cover your body, the terror you felt making goosebumps prickle up your body and your heart beat outside your chest. Your first reaction was to attack - the steam inside your bathroom blinding your vision. You throw as much punches as you could before you feel yourself being yank.

"Why are you punching me?" Jungkook's voice huffs, his hands grasping your wrist tightly to stop your attack.

Your mind didn't register that Jungkook was the one there. Of course it could've been - he was with you the night prior. But with him being gone when you woke, you told yourself that you wouldn't see him anytime soon. You released a deep sigh, your eyes blinking to see Jungkook through the steam. "Why didn't you announce you were here?" you hiss. Your heart was trying to go back to its regular beating. "I thought you were a serial killer or..." you close your mouth when Jungkook tilts his head.

"I am." Jungkook scoffs. He drops your wrist and steps forward. "But I'll never kill you."

You let yourself smile at him. Jungkook snakes his hand around your naked waist, pulling you closer to him. He places his lips upon yours. "You're going to get wet." you murmur against his lips. "Unless you come in with me." you offer, a gleam in your eyes.

Jungkook smirks. He removes his clothing, lips kissing you after he removes each item. He enters the shower with you, closing the curtain behind him. Your lips collide with his and he wraps both arms around you, bringing you closer. The water was hot - burning his skin. Yet he didn't care; not when you held your naked body against his own. He felt comfortable with you - almost complete.

"Did you get rid of the body?" you ask when you release your lips from his. You turn around in his arms, facing the running water.

Jungkook leans against you, hands roaming your body. "Of course I did." he murmurs. "Still need to clean up the blood stains."

You hum in response. There's a silence between the two of you - a pleasant silence that leaves the both of you content. You're enjoying the humidity of the water along with the way Jungkook's hands massage along your body. It was soothing, and if you could, you'd stay in here with him all day; enjoying the closeness overall. Though Jungkook and you had grown closer to one another over the last few months, you've never felt as close to him as you have now.

"You have fans." Jungkook mutters in your ear, kissing the rim of it. "They enjoyed our show last night."

You open your eyes, staring ahead of you.

"I was told to bring you back with me." Jungkook kisses down your neck, hands squeezing along your breasts. "I never knew people enjoyed murder and sex together. Maybe it's just because it's us."

Jungkook's left hand reaches from your breast to your neck.

"Though my hyungs are upset with me..." Jungkook pushes your face towards him, placing a kiss upon your lips. "...I'll deal with them another time."

Jungkook's right hand snakes its way between your legs, fingers twirling along your clit. You huff out a moan, head leaning back onto his chest. You can still feel his lips along your shoulder.

"What else did they say?" you question, back arching. You could feel Jungkook's cock on your ass, hard and twitching.

"That you're a true follower of Yeonma." Jungkook nips at your shoulder blade. "And they want to see you every time I go live."

Jungkook was expecting an earful the following morning after the live. He saw the many comments - all from the disturbing people who followed his every move via dark web to see those he murdered. He was surprised to see the way people gushed over him and you - claiming that the both of you were perfect for one another. That didn't stop Namjoon from calling his phone and leaving screaming voicemails. "You're a camstar now?" he had hissed over the phone when he answered the 150th call.

However, you and he were in the clear. The dark web were flooded with those who had the same interests as him - all the followers of Yeonma checked in whenever he went live to watch him gut a criminal - mainly men - right before their eyes. It took Taehyung extra hours to ensure that those who were watching were truly there for Yeonma, and not anyone willing to cause harm against the vigilante.

"Would you want to come back?" Jungkook quickens the pace of his fingers along your clit, tongue painting your wet skin.

"What if we get caught?" you moan out, tilting your head to the side.

"My hyungs wouldn't allow it."

This was the second time Jungkook had mentioned others - you always thought he worked alone. Maybe he did the killing soley, but others assisted on the sidelines. You bite your lip when Jungkook removes his fingers from your clit and slides them up your stomach, past your breast and slowly towards your lips.

"I know you've watched my lives." Jungkook enters his fingers inside your mouth, enjoying the way your lips close around them and your tongue swirls on his fingertips. "Instead of watching Yeonma kill those bastards...you could join me." he offers. "You killing that police officer tells me that you aren't afraid to get your hands dirty, right?"

Jungkook pushes into you, cock deeper into the skin of your ass. You nod your head in response.

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside your mouth. He then cups your ass roughly and at this, you bite your lip to surpress the moan that was threatening to release.

"I never thought of having a partner in crime before." Jungkook admits, gripping your ass again. You lean forward, spreading your legs. Jungkook's chest follows you forward until your face is against the cold shower wall, his chest against your back. You could feel his cock at your entrance and you clench around nothing silently begging for him to enter you. "But seeing as though you've killed for my attention...I would be honored to have you with me."

You feel Jungkook enter you slowly, he hisses at how tight you're clenching around him. His right hand remains on your hip while his left trails up your side to grip your breast. He pinches your nipples.

"Would you want to kill with me?" Jungkook huffs, thrusting into you at a slow pace. You feel entirely too great around him, wet and warm just as he remembers the night prior. "I won't force you into anything you aren't ready for. I care about your well-being."

You hands are struggling to grip onto anything, but are unable to. Jungkook quickens his pace, going deeper with each thrust into you. Your cheeks slam against the shower wall as he does, but you don't mind in the slightest. "Y-Yes!" you stutter out, eyes clenching shut. "I'll kill with you."

Jungkook grunts, unsure why your agreement to kill with him makes him fuck into you harder. Maybe it was because it was you - someone who spoke highly of him without knowing who he truly was. Someone who openly killed another person - a dirty cop who wouldn't be missed - just for his attention without realizing you've had it this entire time.

"I can't wait." Jungkook groans, fingers pinching your nipple. The hot water is burning his skin, but it excites him as a form of temperature play. "You're going to look beautiful covered in blood again." Jungkook kisses along your cheek.

You bite your lip, clenching your nails into your palm. The way he pinches and tugs at your nipples is the pain you didn't know you've craved from him. Possibly because when it came to Jungkook, all sense was lost. You lean your head back onto Jungkook and thrusts deeply inside of you, halting his actions. He places his lips onto yours, savoring the intimate moment with you.

You open your eyes to look up at him, your eyes meeting his dark ones. You're both covered in water - soaked due to the shower. It was as though time stood still, the sound of the pitter-patter of the shower dies down as the two of you stare at the other. "I love you so much." you murmur, grinding your hips to feel the sensation of his cock inside of you. "For doing what you do."

Jungkook continues his pace, clenching her eyes shut. His forehead leans down onto your shoulder to keep the pace - nails digging into your waist. He wanted nothing more than to cum deep inside of you at your words. The conscious side of him was telling him that you loved Yeonma, not truly him yet. However, it was enough for him to want to give you everything he could - kill whoever he could for your satisfaction.

Jungkook doesn't halt his thrusts until you feel the familiar clench in your stomach - the same clench that Jungkook feels. Your hand wraps around his wrist that's clenching your waist, breathing heavy. You could pick up on a few swear words Jungkook releases behind you, thrust becoming rough but sloppy. A few moments later he's cumming inside of you - coincidently when you've just came around him.

Jungkook's eyes flicker to you, seated in the far back of the court room. You and your sister are speaking quietly to one another. He witnesses the way your eyes glare towards the man seated next to his lawyer, an expensive suit clothed on his body letting you know just who he was. Jungkook was a natural observer. He catches the way your fists but you soon are taking suttle breaths to calm yourself.

It made Jungkook's blood boil to hear the lawyers defend Ji-Ho - the obvious rapist in this situation. He was a man and though he was nothing like Ji-Ho - he knows how a man thinks. Ji-Ho came from an extremely rich family that oftentimes would bury any bad news that came to them. His eyes glance at the way your hands squeeze your sisters, her eyes threatening to let the tears fall at the lawyer going against her accusations.

"We found the defendant..." your eyes watch the jury read off of the card. "Not guilty. Due to lack of evidence."

Jungkook sighs, his own hands clenching. He watches in time at your reaction to the cheers coming from the left - Ji-Ho's group of friends and family all stood to clap their hands at the rapist who won the case. What disgusted him was the woman who were smiling at Ji-Ho - a man accused of rape and all the friends who came to support him - and you had no one on your side. The "friends" you once had all left when the accusation came forth - as the same for your sister.

Jungkook's eyes narrow as he witnesses you stalk towards Ji-Ho, ignoring the calls your sister sent your way. He was ready to stand when you landed a punch on Ji-Ho's face. He stands to make his way towards you incase anyone on Ji-Ho's side tried to attack you - he'd never allow you to be hurt after all you've been through. Someone grabs your arms, restraining you. It's your sister's lawyer. You were escorted out of the court room, screaming at Ji-Ho all the way out.

As Jungkook makes his way back towards the University, nothing has changed for Ji-Ho. Girls flocked to him as always - possibly willing to be his next victim as long as it was by someone of the Chung family. Boys surrounded themselves with envious looks and hung on whatever words came from his mouth. Jungkook would scoff at the sight of them - but he understood the reason. The Chung family buried whatever scandal that ever came to their family, and this scandal with Ji-Ho would be no different.

The disgusting words that came from peoples mouths made Jungkook hate Ji-Ho even more - especially when they taunted you with those words. They never touched you, of course - that would be even more of a problem for him. But the looks they gave you, the way they would snicker and scoff at your entrance and even the way they steered completely away from you - as though you were a sort of outcast for sticking besides your sister. It didn't bother you - Jungkook noted. You didn't let the amount of people refusing to speak with you as a lost and he admired you for it.

Jungkook isn't upset with you at how cold you're originally are towards him - it was expected. You corrected yourself and even apologized. He was no fool to see the glint in your eyes questioning if his kindness had ulterior motives - until you realized he didn't have any. Which is why when it came to defending you every chance he saw fit - even if it was against Chung Jae-Ho. The way your eyes are blinking and your fingers are tapping against your knee - he knew Jae-Ho's words of your sisters situation made you uncomfortable.

It didn't take long for Jungkook himself to be outcasted - but he didn't care. Friends weren't needed - and he had a selected few that didn't attend the University that he was content with. Slowly, he made himself known into your life. At the news of your sisters death and lack of attendance, he only knew that you were grieving alone now. He didn't want to intrude so suddenly - but the least he was willing to do was visit your home with the arragment of white roses. He wasn't expecting you to cry into his chest - but he didn't mind, nonetheless. He hated hearing your whimpers, and offered to make you some tea. Of course, he would never hurt you - just put you to sleep long enough for him to slip out of your home.

Killing Ji-Ho was easy - he never felt bad for getting rid of the trash that the judicial system refused to. He spoke repulsively of you and your sister; even bragging about taking advantage of her. He allowed him to live far too long - and after witnessing the way you cried into his chest at his simple act of kindness, he knew getting rid of Ji-Ho was what was needed to relieve you of your hurt. It wouldn't change overnight, of course, but you'll be one step closer to healing.

Jungkook always knew you were different from most. He was no fool to see the glint in your eyes whenever you spoke of him without knowing it was him. He never judged you for speaking of Yeonma. It made his heart swell whenever the topic was brought up. The way your eyes were gleaming with joy when you found out another criminal had died at his hands, the way you spoke of him so fondly, stating that he was doing exceptional work. It was as though you thought Yeonma was a deity, and not a man seated before you.

Jungkook has his suspicions when it comes to you. You were becoming more enthralled with Yeonma by the day. When word got out of a second Yeonma - an obvious copycat - he knew right away that it was you. The letter you'd left was clever and left details only he'd know after all - but you still requested to meet whoever Yeonma was. It took him a few days to decide if he should confess to you as who he truly was - he knew you watched him live, he had seen it on your laptop once when you swore you exited the website. The same day he had murdered Jae-Ho, he was going to pay you a visit and see if you were still interested in meeting him.

And you were.

You're wrapping your hair into a bun when you hear the sound of music. After Jungkook and you had finished showering, he had insisted on going back out to finish the job of cleaning the blood while you would continue your daily routine. When you open the door to peak your head out, the heavy scent of bleach reaches your nostrils and you conclude Jungkook is having a hard time cleaning the blood. 

You lick your lips and take a deep breath. Jungkook wanted you by his side in his work as a vigilante. You weren't expecting him to ask - he was Yeonma after all, it wasn't as though he needed help. But the thought of you working side by side with him excites you and even fills you with pride and honor that he'd insisted. It makes you nervous, however. You weren't as experienced as him in the act of murdering and torturing someone, but you're sure that you could be - especially if they're like Ji-Ho. 

You make your way out of the bathroom, robe around your body and your feet barely audible as you do so. You round the corner to find Jungkook scrubbing on his hands and knees, nodding his head to the song playing on a speaker - possibly his because you knew you didn't own one. What makes you stop dead in your tracks was another man - back facing you - also on his knees scrubbing.

"Baby." Jungkook sing-songs, his eyes catching you watching them. You see him shuffle through his pockets for his phone to turn the music down before he stands. "You're finally done with your morning routine."

The man turns his head and eyes you. He raises one brow, a scoff leaving his throat. "You must be...Y/N." the man says, distaste in his tone.

You shift uncomfortably when Jungkook steps towards you. He wraps you in a hug, lips kissing your temples. The hug lasts about 20 seconds before he releases you. He tilts his head. "Are you alright?"

You nod. "W-Who's that?" you ponder lowly to Jungkook. You've never met this man before and by the looks of it, Jungkook knows who he is. Possibly one of the "hyungs" he spoke about prior. They were both cleaning the blood up from the night prior.

"Ah, this is my hyung." Jungkook chuckles, turning around to face the annoyed man. "Namjoon-hyung! This is Y/N of course."

Namjoon turns again. His eyes bore into yours, and you find yourself finding comfort in Jungkook's arms. You turn away from him, embarrassed by your appearance and startled by the look in his eyes. "I know. Have you forgotten the show you two put on last night?"

You are horrified that he had to witness that. But not only him - thousands of others who also attended the live who watched. You weren't thinking at the time, your mind caught up in Jungkook that you allowed him to fuck you so close to a dead body and covered in blood. However, you couldn't change the past and by the statements of Jungkook - people enjoyed it as much as you had.

"You said you wouldn't be upset anymore." Jungkook gently rubs circles on your back.

"It's hard not being upset when you fuck groupies on the dark web." Namjoon deadpans. "And then leave the dead body to soak into hardwood floor!"

Jungkook stiffens. He could sense the tension in the sitting room, with Namjook glaring at the two of you and you shifting besides him. 

"She's not a groupie, hyung." Jungkook murmurs, voice deep and stern. "She's my girlfriend. You're going to have to get over what we did."

Namjoon snickers and you're surprised at Jungkook's words, but you don't dwell on them. You feel him turn towards you once more and give you a short smile. "He'll come around eventually." he whispers to you. "What are you doing today?"

You shrug your shoulders. "I don't have class today." you respond.

"Perfect." the corner of Jungkook's lips curve. "Now that you're going to be by my side, it'll be good for me to show you how I do things."

Your heart is pumping as you nod hastily. On the ground, still cleaning Jungkook's mess up, Namjoon watches as your eyes shine with admiration. It was no doubt you were once a Yeonma supporter - one Jungkook appreciated more than the thousands of people who watched him gut people day by day behind a screen. Jungkook spoke of you early nonstop - claiming that soon you'll be one step closer to being his and now here you were, nearly jumping out of your skin at the thought of being with Jungkook.

Namjoon snickers again and stands. "I'm done." he speaks to Jungkook. "Try not to fuck up again, please. There's no pussy in the world that should have you this distracted."

You frown. It was obvious Namjoon didn't like the idea of you. 

"You haven't had Y/N's. Its distracting, hyung." Jungkook is quick to retort. "Thanks, again, hyung!" Jungkook calls as Namjoon slams the door behind him in annoyance.

As weeks pass, you come to realize how Jungkook does as Yeonma. You often pondered on how he gets his victims - and it was sitting through court hearing of men who were obviously guilty. It brings back memories of you and your sister as you and him sit side by side in the back of the court room. The way the lawyers speak of the victims in such horrible manners to defend an obvious culprit. It makes your blood boil and it has your hands clenching into fists.

Jungkook places a hand on your thigh leaning closer to you. It was an act he did often to calm you down - it worked occasionally. You were more sensitive when it came to such court hearings that involved sexual assault and at first Jungkook insisted on only going to hearings that involved petty theft and domestic assault. Yet these weren't who he centered around often and you made it clear that if you truly wanted to work side by side with Yeonma, that you needed more gut wretching hearing.

This is how you find yourself nearly seething at the man who got off with rape once more - a serial rapist no doubt. Unlike Ji-Ho, he was a CEO of a company. Having over a dozen women all coming forth stating the same facts as the last, there was no doubt that this man was who these women accused him of. The look on his face to hear that he got off without being charged makes you sigh in disbelief. But you were sure of it that he would be Yeonma's next victim - you'd make it your mission that he was.

"I have a notebook of people we need." you tell Jungkook over lunch, feet in his lap as you place the ink pen and notebook down on your lap. You grasp a piece of chicken from Jungkook's plate. "You'd think these judges would see a pattern."

"What do you mean, baby?" Jungkook questions, mouth full of chicken, bbq sauce dripping down his chin.

"They all end up dead." you deadpan. "Because they aren't arrested and charged for what they do. You always kill them."

Jungkook nods.

"So it would be easier to just arrest them and maybe they'd live." you scoff.

"Sure." Jungkook shrugs. "It would have to be a reasonable arrest, though." he takes another bite of his chicken. "I killed a man that was arressted for murder. He only served a year out of his 25 life sentence, can you believe that? There's no good behaviour in the world that can get you out in a year."

Your eyes widen.

"That tells me that he hasn't learned what he's done. Not in a year. Maybe...15? But not a year. If they are to be arrested for a crime, I'd expect them to do it, not be released. I'd kill them easily if they were."

You bite your lip at Jungkook's words. He chews on his chicken without a care, not realizing his words cut you deep. You place the notebook beside you and lift yourself from your position. You swing both legs down on both sides of Jungkook - doe eyes widen in curiosity of your sudden actions.

"You're so smart." you praise him, hands clenching his cheeks in your hands.

Jungkook tilts his head at you. You were easy to please - satisfied by the fact that he kills those who hurt others. It fills your heart with joy and admiration - Jungkook didn't know how much you loved him. Of course, to others it would be considered obsession. You were willing to kill alongside him, no matter the situation. Jungkook played God, and to others that would be considered a sin, but to you it was for the greater good. No one else were willing to rid the streets of evil besides him.

Jungkook was a God in your eyes. A God of a new word, restored by him and you where those who commit heinous crimes will not go unpunished.

"Thank you." Jungkook hums. "You appear ready for tonight."

"I am." you assure, taking the chicken from his hands and finishing it for him. "I'm excited. Is that weird?"

Jungkook grabs a napkin from the coffee table, sure not to drop you from his lap. He wipes his mouth and hands before shaking his head. "Not at all." he says. "It's like an adrenaline rush to kill criminals. Knowing they won't hurt anyone else."

You bite your lip. "Will you be going live?"

Jungkook eyes you. "I usually do. Are you alright with that?"

You slowly nod your head. "I am. I don't want you to be in trouble with Namjoon." Namjoon was intimidating. The tall man had a way of staring at you with such distain that it made you not want to associate with him in the slightest.

"He'll get over it." Jungkook snickers with a shrug. "This is about you and I. Have you thought about who we should start with?"

You nod your head. You grab your notebook and open it. Jungkook is amused at how prepared you were. "Park Sang-hoon." 

Jungkook nods - the CEO accussed (rightfully) of sexually assaulting women that worked for his company. It was the case that drove you to anger, and Jungkook knew it wouldn't leave your mind until he was dealt with accordingly. 

"How extreme do you want to go with him?" Junkook places both of his hands on your thighs, gently drawing on your skin. He wasn't sure if you noticed, but whenever he traced on your skin, he'd always trace his inicial with yours. 

"What do you mean?" you hum. 

"We can just kill him, you know?" Jungkook leans forward. "Or we can torture him for however long it takes for you to be satisfied."

Your eyes look into his and you gulp. 

"It's up to me?" you tilt your head. When Jungkook nods, you bite your bottom lip before responding. "I want to torture him."

Jungkook slowly smirks. You were cute - wide eyes that were shown with determination. "Yeah?" he hums, leaning closer to peck your lips. "We can do that. Let me know when it gets too much, alright?"

You nod your head. 

"I'm serious. Being there in person is different from watching. There's a lot of emotions that go through this." Jungkook places a kiss on your forehead. 

"I've killed someone before." you sigh out with a roll of your eyes. 

"I know." Jungkook chuckles. "That was a spur of the moment. Fast. Torturing a man is...different." Jungkook eyes you, stern and narrowed eyes letting you know he was serious. 

"If you're there with me then I'll be okay." you assure, leaning to kiss his own forehead. 

In a blink of an eye, you find yourself in a cellar. The lights were bright enough for the camera to see whatever Jungkook was doing - though he had not yet started the live. Jungkook was a professional in what he does - you witness first hand. The way he walks smoothly without making a sound. The way he studies his prey before attacking - studying their movement. His wrapping the large rope around Sang-Hoon's neck and drags him across the floor back to the car parked - dodging the main streets. The streets were quiet regardless, yet Jungkook was a pro when it meant to being unseen.

Sang-Hoon's mouth is gagged, and the ropes are tightly gripping his ankles and wrist as he laid across the large metal table. He's nearly naked, only sporting underwear. He's terrified, of course, heart pounding and sweat beading with sweat. The sight makes you giggle - because he wouldn't be here if he was found guilty and sent to prison where he belongs. Now, he would be sent straight to Hell.

Jungkook turns towards the camera, hooking his laptop up. He starts the live on the darkweb, waiting for the viewers to come through. And they do in a matter of seconds. He reads a few comments that are happy to see him - the rest asking about you.

"She's here." Jungkook moves aside to show you - the comments go haywire. "Here we have Sang-Hoon. Acquitted of sexual assault." Jungkook shakes his head. "Baby," Jungkook turns to you. "What are we going to do to him?"

"We're going to torture him, of course." you say, smiling at Jungkook.

The comments run through. They thought you were cute - some were excited to see the way the two of you would work and of course, some wanted to see you get fucked next to another dead body. He was glad the comments were happy to see you - possibly more happier to see you than him. 

N.Joon: ... I better not see anything undecent from you

v.ante: fuck her again, fuck what hyung says

j.m: LMAO

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

dt.suga: kidnapping, torturing and killing a man is decent but fucking a groupie isn't. what a world we live in

jay: that's his girlfriend, hyung!

sj.wwh: I'm only here for the killing. I can't watch him fuck her again - I use to change his diapers :'(

sj.wwh: They grow up so fast

Jungkook would have to remind himself to tell his Hyungs about not watching any dark web live stream. They always insisted on making comments no one asked for.

One things for sure, however, Jungkook was going to fuck you again just to spite them.

Jungkook takes his seat besides the camera, still in view but decides that this is your moment to do what you wanted. He motions with his head to go on and do whatever you desire - there were many things to do to the man. The array of knives was one, but if not you could always use your hands. It wasn't as though Sang-Hoon can do anything to stop you. 

You take a deep breath and look around the man knives and daggers. You grab one - a fairly large cutlass cleaver with a gold handle and a broad and sharp blade. Jungkook tilts his head as he watches you intently. "That's a big cleaver." he tells you. 

You turn to him, a smile forming onto your lips. Jungkook returns it and watches as you turn around and makes your way to a whimpering Sang-Hoon. You place the blade along the skin of his thigh, lightly tracing his skin. You're playing with him, of course, it brings the fear out of Sang-Hoon and satisfy you, him and the audience. 

Your eyes watch as Sang-Hoo releases a throaty scream that is covered by the gag in his mouth. You laugh at him - the sight of him was utterly pathetic. "It's always funny to watch a grown man cry." you say aloud to no one in particular. "To think this was the same man that won against all the women he assaulted."

Jungkook marvels at your change in demenor. 

You bring the cleaver down hastily onto his thigh, a gush of blood spilling out and causing Sang-Hoo to release another scream. The restraints are perfect - Jungkook tied them tight enough that he wouldn't be released until it was time to remove the body. 

"How does it feel, Sang-Hoon?" you pout, bottom lip poking out mockingly. "To be forced to lay here while I..." you take your index finger and place it along the large gash, digging your finger inside. Sang-Hoon squirms, the pain being unbearable. "...assault you like you've done to all those women that worked for you. Does it feel good?"

dt.suga: no wonder he likes her

j.m: she's a natural :)

Your remove your digging fingers, covered in the crimson blood. You take the cleaver once more and slam it down against his bicep, then again on his abdomen. You release a laugh - a psychotic laugh you've never heard be released from you. But you weren't your normal self, no. You were beyond yourself now, a different person entirely that makes Jungkook licks his lip as he watches you.

"She's so cute." Jungkook hums, turning towards the camera, reading a few comments from supporters. "I'm going to marry her."

N.Joon: ....

jay: couple goals <3

N.Joon: Don't encourage him

You hum, the sight of a bleeding Sang-Hoo satisfies you. You turn around to Jungkook who's watching you intently. 

"Do you need me?" Jungkook asks.

You shake your head. "Not unless you want to join me." you respond.

Jungkook sits back, amused. You were having fun with torturing him, and he knows you were enjoying this moment. 

You are humming a tune to yourself when you grab a dagger, placing the cleaver back where it came from - blood and all. You then bring yourself on top of Sang-Hoon. He's breathing heavy and barely conscious, but you don't care. You're seated on his abdomen, eyes watching his.

You bring the dagger to his throat, but you don't slit it. "You're pathetic. I'm doing you a favor." you murmur to him - the same words he told each women by after he assaulted them, as told by the women in court. 

You bring the dagger from his throat and stab him roughly on his shoulder, the gurgling noises he makes does nothing but make you laugh. You twist the dagger in his shoulder, the blood squirting and hitting you in the chest. 

Jungkook groans. He turns towards the camera, reading the comments. 

"Hyung, if you're in here. Leave now." Jungkook says, but he doesn't let them register. He's already stalking your way. He turns you around - startled by the sudden act. He places his lips upon yours.

sj.wwh: let me make my exit

v.ante: that's hot

Jungkook goes between your legs, your back leaning against a bleeding Sang-Hoon's leg. You drop the dagger onto his chest, not caring. You allow Jungkook to rip the top off of you, your breast exposed - but you don't care. 

It doesn't take Jungkook long for him to have you naked for him. He was growing hard with excitement just watching you torture Sang-Hoon - someone who deserved everything he was getting from you. But you don't care either way - you opened your legs wider to allow him access to your already wet heat. He enters two fingers inside of you, pumping you without a care of a dying man behind you or the thousands of people - including his Hyungs - watching. 

"You're so beautiful, baby. I knew you'd be a natural at this." Jungkook praises, his fingers dipping in and out of you, curling for added pleasure. 

You hiss, bloody hands grabbing Jungkook's shirt. You bring him down to kiss him, lips biting his bottom lip. "I need you inside of me right now." you pant impatiently.

"Yeah?" Jungkook claimed, head tilting as he scans your expression. "You want me to fuck you now? You're too impatient, baby. I didn't even get to make you cum yet."

"You can make me cum while fucking me." you demanded, turning yourself around. "You can even cum in me again." Jungkook was a sucker for the way your ass arches for him and who was he to deny you? He was but a man. 

Jungkook throws his pants down in a rush, hardened cock twitching to be inside of you again. He thrusts inside, a shout releasing from your throat and a hiss from his. He wastes no time in fucking into you, the table shaking roughly. Your hand squeezes hold onto Sang-Hoon's bloodied leg for support, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

Jungkook's hand wraps around your throat, arching your back more so you can look up at him. You struggle to keep your eyes open, the way Jungkook's cock fucks you was amazing, but you managed. 

"If there's one thing about you that I admire," Jungkook fucks into you harder, the sounds of gurgling - from the man that is somehow still alive - and the way his abdomen slams into your ass. "is that you're as crazy as I am." he chuckles, placing a kiss onto your forehead. "Each time I look at you it's as though I'm looking at an Angel."

You were close, that was for sure. It was always embarrassing to know that Jungkook can make you cum in a matter of minutes - but he loves it. 

"But when I look deeper, I can see the devilish side of you." Grunting, Jungkook squeezes your neck. "The whore that allows me to fuck her however way I want. Whenever I want."

You nod your head at his words, no lies were told. Your obsession with Jungkook was beyond you and yourself now. You would fuck him wherever, your situation now was evident of that. He had a way of bringing you outside of your comfort zone; you were never uncomfortable when he was present.

Jungkook releases your neck and grabs the dagger. He places it in your hands, his thrusts never stopping. He was close and so were you - the clenching around his cock letting him know. "Finish what we started, baby." he murmurs into your ear, the deep and warm sensation tickling your skin and sending goosebumps throughout.

With shaky hands, you grasp the dagger, seconds from cumming and stab Sang-Hoon in the chest. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and you're trembling, but you don't stop stabbing the man repeatedly. 

Jungkook cums inside of you, twitching uncontrobably and sending you flying into Sang-Hoon's- now dead - leg. He's breathing heavily, head rested against your shoulder to catch his breath. 

dt.suga: this is what we're doing now?

jay: I'm disgusted but I won't judge the lovebirds :)

v.ante: that's hot 

j.m: LMAO

Jungkook removes himself from inside of you, catching you. He turns you around and places a kiss upon your lips. Your face was once again bloody due to the squirting blood of Sang-Hoon. He chuckles. "The sight brings back memories."

You smile weakly at him.

Jungkook turns towards the camera. He can't see the comments from where he is, but he cans see the way they're coming speedily; knowing they were praising the two of you. "Come back next week for another torture session!" he says. "Let's get ice cream." he says to you.

Your eyes widen and you nod.

N.Joon: how is their stomach not queasy after that?

@silversparkles11 @seokjinkismet

Public Enemy (Part 3)

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut , Angst, Detective/Mafia!Namjoon Detective!Reader

Warnings: nipple play/sucking, fingering, unprotective sex, edging, breeding kink, creampie, manipulation,

Word Count: 9,532

Description: Your life was going great. You’ve been promoted from police officer to detective - something you’ve worked hard for. Your first case was to solve a murder of a local drug dealer brought to the hospital who you suspect foul play from.

You trailed inside the large building, your eyes scanning the large ceilings windows displaying the sunny day sky and adding a great amount of natural light to the area. The flooring was marble and you noticed the heels of your shoes clacking against it. The walls were white and covered with many paintings - some colorful and some going for a more neutral tone of greys and blacks.

The art gallery opened not too long ago in the heart of Seoul. The amount of people inside already admiring the work in hushed tones was enough to know that whoever this belonged to had to be popular and ooze out wealth and luxury. You placed your hands in your jacket pocket and hum lowly to yourself as your eyes glance to a couple - one man with blond hair and a bright smile, his hands lowly placed on the woman next to him - the same woman you were here to see.

"Excuse me?" you smile as you get the attention of the couple. "All of this art is so amazing. Do you know the owner, by chance?" you ask, though you know your answer.

The woman smiles brightly, her eyes glancing up at the man who does the same down to her. "We are the owners." she tells you, a nervous look on her face.

"Just her." the man says, he pulls her close. "I'm just a supportive partner. Which piece is your favorite? She's painted all of them."

You hum, surprised. The amount of art displayed here was amazing, but the fact in knowing that she painted each piece was astonishing. It appeared as if it was years of hard work - now paying off.

"Wow," you look at her intently. "your work is amazing, truly. Do you mind if I speak with you about one of your pieces?"

The man steps away with a nod of his head. The two of you stroll away, your body feeling the mans gaze on you.

"I'm sure you had an abundance of buyers." you make small talk as you halt in front of a painting. "You truly are amazing."

The woman laughs lowly and offers a polite nod. "I do. I'm new to all of this so selling my art is not something I can do at the moment."

You furrow a brow and nod along with her. "New. I see." you glance behind her to the man - who you assume is her new boyfriend. "You moved on fast." you tell her.

"E-Excuse me?" she murmurs, her smile lowering.

"You moved on from Shin." You tell her. "For the better, of course, Shin couldn't do all this, surely."

You watch as the girl is taken aback, her mouth opening and closing as if attempting to find the correct words to say to you. She doesn't - but you knew well enough that she would rather not be in your presence.

"My name is Y/L Y/N." you tell her. "Detective. I'm investigating the murder of your boyfriend. Well, ex boyfriend." you say, scanning her features for any hints she could possibly give you.

"I-I...Shin has been dead for months." she tells you, shaking her head. "You're investigating now?"

You shrug. "You know what they say. Rome wasn't built in a day." you offer a smile. "Neither was this art gallery. How did you obtain it on a student salary?"

She steps back, the look of terror evident in her eyes. It was as though you had accused her of murder - you hadn't yet, but the poor girls mind was already there. "Wait, I forgot. You are no longer a student." you step closer to her. "I spoke to the University of Seoul and they informed me that you were expelled. And you quit your job not too long after that."

"Is there something you're trying to say, Detective?" the woman is in disbelief.

"Well, as part of the investigation is to speak with those involved with the victim."

"Shin was no victim." she hisses but the way her eyes widen, the look of realization kicks into her. She knew she shouldn't had said that.

"Ah, but you are." you nod. "I know the situation about the other women. A total of 4 is hectic." you cross your arms. "Surely anyone would be angered."

She nods her head, her eyes on the ground. "I...was. I didn't think I would be in that situation." she admits.

"I can't imagine what I'd do in that situation, either." you watch her expression for anything you can pick up on. "If it was me, I'd be glad he was gone."

The girl places her eyes back on you. You tilt your head

"I know he moved weight around Seoul. Got into it with pretty shady people, right?"

The woman shakes her head, she takes another step back.

"It's safe to say that maybe they caused this. He was nothing but a low-level drug dealer moving the product for the higher ups? Disposable."

"I-I don't understand-"

"So disposable that you wouldn't care if he lived or died."

"That's not how-"

"I mean, after all, he cheated on you with other women. Left you with nothing."

"I'm aware that-"

"Things seem easier after his death, don't you think?"

"Is everything alright?" the man enters between the two of you, his arms now wrapped around his girlfriend. He offers you a tight (fake) smile. "Is she trying to buy a piece?"

You know his tone is evident - you weren't welcome here anymore. You shake your head. "No, I'm a detective."

"Oh," the man is taken aback, but his eyes scan over your figure. "I knew you looked familiar."

You furrow a brow. "Excuse me?" you question.

"Jimin..." the girl murmurs, shaking her head. "I need to go to the restroom. Excuse me, Detective." she appears sick and queasy as she strolls away.

Jimin, you recalled that name. Said man turns towards you, his lips turning to a straight line. "Can I help you, Detective?"

"Just doing my job." you tell him. "Investigation calls."

"Ah, does it?" Jimin scoffs. "Why are you interrogating my girl? She's been through enough."

"Is there a reason I shouldn't? She's apart of the investigation, Jimin-ssi."

Jimin furrows a brow. He tilts his head. "You look different when you aren't at my club. More...stressed. Bland." he shakes his head. You bite your tongue, taken back by his words. "Surely after that night with my Hyung you wouldn't act as such."

Your throat dries as he gives you a satisfied smirk. "Tell Namjoon-hyung that I'll be speaking with him shortly. And you're always welcomed at my club, Y/N-ah." Jimin turns away slightly. "Just tell the bouncers who you're bouncing on, okay?"

"Y/N?" Namjoon asks over the loud music of the club. He ponders why his brothers decided to meet here instead of anywhere else. Namjoon parts ways with his brothers, a sigh leaving his lips. He shakes his head - already knowing what Jimin would be doing in there in no time. He had enough of his brothers and their love interests tonight. From Jungkook having a gun to his head to Jimin getting a bottle crashed upon his own head - he didn't want to hear what Taehyung and his own girl was into.

"Namjoon-ssi!" your cheeks redden at the familiar face. You stand straighter, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. "W-What are you...um, hello." you bite back your question, finding it idiotic. He was doing the same as you - possibly better.

The night was young for you. You weren't a partier by any means necessary and if you knew yourself enough, you'd know you would possibly end the night early. However, your sister wouldn't allow that so you'd remain here until they closed - unfortunately for you.

"Here!" your sisters screams into your ear over the loud music. She passes you a shot glass with clear liquid in it. "We need a shot of celebration!"

You smile awkwardly at Namjoon who offers you a smile in return. "I see. You're celebrating your promotion." he tells you.

Your sister notices Namjoom now and tilts her head. She eyes you and then him before offering a sinister smile. You knew that smile - and it wasn't anything good.

"Who are you?" she asks (rudely) to Namjoon, who ignores her rudeness and bows his head.

"Kim Namjoon." he tells her. "Detective alongside your sister."

She nods her head, the gears in her mind turning. She glances at you and before you can tell her to not speak, she does. "So you're the hot detective she wants to fuck-"

You managed to grab your sister's neck, wide eyes and mortified. She drops her shot glass on the ground, but you don't care. She hisses as you drag her away. "Are you crazy?" you scream at her as you enter the restroom, a few women leaving as you entered. "I have to work with him!"

Your sister massages her neck, a glare on her eyes. "So?" she retorts. "You need to get fucked. Give that vibrator a break."

You shoot her a glare, your hands inching to strangle her. However, you didn't need a scandal when you just managed to become a detective. You take a breath and look at her. "I understand. But out of all people there, my superior? How can I see him at work when you're drunk exposing me?"

Your sister laughs, her giggles irritate you. "Okay, I'm sorry." she says, hands up in surrender. "But, if not him at least someone. You're going to be a detective and you'll be even busier." she turns to look at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair as she spoke. "Let loose just for tonight."

Namjoon waits close when you drag your sister away, embarrassed. He had licked his lips when he admired your body in the dress. He has seen you many times for years now, the suits or officer uniforms, never in casual clothing or something so sensual as now. You wore a silk, burgundy dress that stopped mid thigh, backless and the way your breast pushed together, it was amazing how he managed to keep his eyes on your face. Your heels looked painful, but all heels did to a man, but the way they straps wrapped up your ankles he deems complete the look.

"Y/N-ah." Namjoon's voice interrupts you as you walk out the restroom, your sister slipping past the two of you and throws a wink over her shoulders. "Are you alright?"

You laugh nervously, not expecting to see him again for the rest of the night. You had full intentions of ignoring his prescence all together. "I'm okay, Namjoon-ssi." you assure. "I was just leaving eventually."

"Leaving?" Namjoon furrows a brow. "So soon?"

You nod. "Clubs aren't really...my thing." You were awkward now and mentally slapped yourself. Namjoon was an intimidating man, his eyes pierced into yours and even though he was just that, intimidating and full of masculinity, he was a man after all. An attractive man with broad shoulders, tall and muscular physique. The dimples and the smile was another thing added onto the plate that made Kim Namjoon, and you had to leave before you ended up on your knees for him.

"Same." Namjoon offers that smile to you, the smile you adored because his dimples popped and his eyes squinted. "I'm here with my brothers after all."

You nod. "My sister is around here somewhere." your eyes scan the crowded club for your sister to find her at the bar with a man. Your head tilts as you see the man dip down to her ear and whisper something to her.

"Ah," Namjoon hums. "Yoongi-hyung has found her."

"That's your brother?" you ask. Your sister was her own woman so you wouldn't stop her from doing anything, but that also didn't mean you were going to leave without her. It wasn't the first time you waited for your sister while she fucked her brains out - unfortunatly.

"Yes. He doesn't usually entertain anyone here." Namjoon knows the glint in Yoongi's eyes, it was the same one he notices in Jungkooks, Jimins and now Taehyung. The fire that drove them towards a woman - possibly the same glint in his eyes when he looks towards you. "Do you want to...dance?"

Namjoon wasn't much of a dancer - that wasn't to say he couldn't, he just didn't prefer to if it wasn't jokingly. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of you, but he was willing to if that's what you wanted to do.

You gulp and shake your head. "I-I'm not much of a dancer." you kick yourself in the leg mentally, the act of dancing closely with Namjoon was the moment you needed. Yet, you weren't drunk enough to be that close and not feel nervous. "We can drink? Maybe until my sister is ready to go."

That wouldn't be anytime soon, Yoongi had already sat her on his lap as she downs shots, his eyes sparkling.

You were more surprised to know that Namjoon took you to a private room, the lights dim and atmosphere much quieter. You let out a sigh of relief as you sit upon the leather couch. Namjoon takes a seat beside you. Since it was only the two of you in the private room, your nose catches his scent. It's an earthy scent that smells heavenly fresh and refreshing, clean. Namjoon always smelt the best when it came to the men at work - maybe it was his age. The man you worked with in your department always smelt flat and bland, no hint of freshness or livliness to them.

"Shot?" Namjoon asks. Theres bottles scattering around the large round table with a few shot glasses. He grabs a random bottle, not bothered with looking at the name of it before he's pouring two shots. He hands you yours with a small smirk on his lips.

You take it in your hands nervously. With a small nod, you both down the shot. It's smooth, yet still hits your throat. It makes you feel warm and soon, you and Namjoon are taking shots back to back, both smiling and laughing. You felt more relaxed to be around him, your mind hazy instead of conscious and always on the lookout. You two talk between shots - about anything. Work, hobbies. He speaks of his brothers just as highly as you speak of your sister.

Your mind couldn't help but do back flips when Namjoon removes his suit coat, the tight fitted black shirt he wore underneath did things to you. It shots a warth straight to your core and now you're clenching your legs together like an obsessed school girl.

"Are you alright?" you hear Namjoon's voice but your head doesn't register it fast enough. Your hands have a mind of it's own when you reach out to touch his tone chest. Namjoon chuckles, his large hands place itself on yours. "You're having fun now. I like it."

You nod your head, eyes now meeting his. You gulp. His eyes are share when they stare into you.

"Do you need something?" Namjoon speaks after an intense staring match. He leans closer, his eyes scanning your lips. "You're tensing up again."

You lick your lips and snap your head away from him, cheeks reddening.

"You're supposed to be having fun." Namjoon quips.

"I am." you assure.

"We can have more fun." you feel Namjoon's hands on your knee, he doesn't take his chance to go higher until he knows you feel the same as him. "Would you like to have fun with me, Y/N?"

Your head is nodding frantically, seemingly desperate. You were tipsy so you ignored it. Namjoon lets his lips smile, the dimples on his cheeks making you flush.

"Come here." Namjoon taps your knee, hands reaching to your outer thigh. He motions for you to sit on top of him and you do. You can feel his bulge when you sit on him. "Kiss me."

And you do, your mind twirling. You couldn't believe what you were doing. Any relationship outside of friendship when it came to co-workers was prohibited by you - even when it was Kim Namjoon, the attractive detective who happened to be your superior. You couldn't allow any distractions or rumors to have you caught up.

But, Namjoon was a good distraction for the night. His hands rubbed along your exposed thighs and settled them on your hips afterwards. He grips upon them and starts to move you at a slow pace against his clothed cock. Your tongues are dancing against one another, hot and hungry for one another. Your own hands feel upon his chisled chest, then to his biceps; admiring the solid figure he possessed.

"Let me taste you." Namjoon heaves. He breaks the kiss, his hands roaming to your breast. He grips them, not waiting for an answer before aggressively pulling them out. He moans, his eyes darkening at the sight of your exposed, hard nipples. His tongue reaches out to swirl around them, his breathing increasing at the sweet melody of your moans. He pops them from his mouth after a few minutes, eyes dark when he glances up at your flushed appearance.

Namjoon grabs the alcohol bottle once more, bringing it to your lips. He enjoyed the tipsy part of you that didn't stiffen and shy away, much like himself. He tilts it to have you sip from the light liquid. You do, droplets falling from the corner of our mouth and down your chin, to your neck and your exposed breast. You giggle at the feeling.

Namjoon's tongue licks up the droplets, not having any self control. He trails his tongue back up to your mouth, his tongue on your lips. His right hand grips your ass while his left squeezes your breast. You let out a few swear words, Namjoon being the first man you been with in a while and the experience - while intoxicated - was amazing.

"I want you naked." Namjoon's voice is deep and rushed, leaving no time for you to react before he's tugging at the burgundy dress, leaving you in nothing but the thong you wore for the night and the strapped heels. Feeling your naked skin beneath him while he was fully clothed gave him the control he needed, he craved for, when it came to you. "You're so beautiful for me, Y/N." he murmurs against your flushed skin.

Namjoon now knows that he loves to touch you, but adores licking you. There was something in the way you squirmed and moaned when his tongue touched your skin. It encouraged him to continue, his tongue licking your nipples, your shoulder, between your thighs - wherever it led him. Now, his tongue has led itself to your clothed clit. You widen your legs for him to adjust perfectly between them. He places a kiss, his eyes watching you suck in a breath, before he moves the the panties to the side and marvels at how wet you were.

Your back arches when Namjoon's tongue flicks against your clit. He doesn't waste any time in devouring your clit, his sucking aggressive and loud. He had your knees pinned to your shoulders - because why did you keep trying to close your legs as if he was done with you? His hair bounces with him when he hastily shakes it from side to side, tongue sucking against your clit.

Namjoon tried to hold back, he did. He didn't want to be too aggressive for the first time with you. He wanted to be gentle, show you how he felt when it came to the beauty that was you. Maybe after the first few times then he would show you just how he wanted you. But the alcohol in his system, the lack of sex and the way you appeared filthy for him - moaning and grunting his name, begging for him to allow you a release...it made something in his flip. He was going to fuck you tonight - the way he desired for far too long.

Namjoon removes himself from your clit just as your orgasm was hitting in. You cry out, your pussy clenching around nothing. Namjoon chuckles darkly. He kisses your lips, your juices coating your lips as it does his. "Were you about to cum?"

You nod, eyes low.

"Why would I let you cum, Y/N?" Namjoon tsks. He hovers above you, his fingers trailing around your entrance. "You didn't even ask."

"Please." you moan, not caring if you sound desperate at this point. Your desire for Namjoon over the years had all poured out in one night. "Please make me cum, Namjoon-ssi."

Namjoon closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He had to stop himself from fucking you right now - he had to be patient with you.

"I will." Namjoon chuckles. "After you promise to give me what I want."

"I promise." you cry out, feeling Namjoon's fingers enter you. He starts off with a punishing pace, your walls clenching around his fingers. His tongue is on your clit, rubbing it as his fingers pound inside of you. "I-I promise, Namjoon-ssi."

You aren't aware of your words, agreeing to whatever the man wanted as long as he made you cum - maybe it was dangerous, but you weren't scared. You felt utterly protected now with Namjoon and your intoxicated mind would give him whatever your sober mind wouldn't.

Namjoon removes his fingers from inside of you. He slaps your clit roughly, chuckling at your scream. You were now twitching, your orgasm left behind once more. "P-Please, Namjoon-ssi." theres tears in your eyes and if your sober self could look at you, you'd be humiliated and ashamed.

Namjoon tilts his head at you. "Do you promise to give me whatever I want, Y/N?" he murmurs.

You nod hastily.

Namjoon tuts. He leans closer to your ear. "I want your pussy wrapped around me." Your breathing quickened. You wanted that, as well. The idea of Namjoon filling you up made you wetter.

Namjoon plays with his belt before shoving his pants down, the sight of his bulge makes you licks your lips. "Can I suck it?" you slur, trying to get on your knees before he can respond.

Namjoon stops you. "Next time." he says with a dimpled smirk. "I want to fill you up now."

And you allow him, opening your legs so he could do just that. Your mind doesn't question anything, not even if a condom was involved. All you do know is that Namjoon's pushing into you and you've never felt so whole before. "Shit," Namjoon hisses, his eyes blownout. "you're so tight."

Namjoon enters you fully when you respond, "I haven't had sex in a while." you admit.

Namjoon buckles his hips. He knows, of course, but to hear you say it makes his heart (and cock) leap. He thrusts a few times to get you accustomed to him before he quickens his pace. The filthy sounds of your pussy are evident throughout the quiet room, you don't hold back any of your moans. Namjoon's eyes couldn't help but watch you - the way your lips are opened wide to release the strings of moans. Your breasts are bouncing in unison of his thrusts. He grunts, his mind imagining how they would look full of milk; how your stomach would look carrying his child.

His left hand strokes your stomach, his imagination running while. You'd look perfect for him, round carrying his child he'd fucked into you. Your breast would be swollen with the milk you needed to feed his child. You'd look so beautiful.

Namjoon removes himself once more, you weren't going to cum until he allowed you to.

Namjoon wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing enough for you to look at him. When your eyes meet his he has to stop himself from fucking you. "Why should I let you cum, Y/N? You haven't agreed to give me what I want."

"What do you want?" you cry out, the tears from your lack of orgasm now staining your cheeks. "I'll give you whatever you want, Namjoon-ssi." you slur your words, begging for him to just fuck you until you came hard around him.

"Whatever I want?" Namjoon hums, and at your nod he flips you around. He sends a hard slap against your ass, having it echo throughout the room. He enters you once more, not halting for you to adjust to him - after all your pussy was leaking for him already. He wraps a hand around your neck and brings you close to his chest so he can whisper into your ear, his thrust never stopping. "I want you to give me a baby, Y/N." he whispers into your ear.

It sends shivers down your spine - the way his voice rasps as he speaks to your intoxicated mind. And what intoxicated you desired was whatever Namjoon himself desired. You couldn't help but moan in reaction to his words.

"I want to fill you up with my cum, Y/N. You'll look so beautiful with it inside of you - with our child inside of you." Namjoon squeezes your neck more, his free hand playing with your clit, his powerful thrusts never cease. "Our baby will be so beautiful, Y/N, I want them to look just like you."

Your about to cum, Namjoon's kinks coming out - and you enjoying it - is sending you over the edge. Your pussy clenches around him, as if telling him to breed you. Namjoon growls loudly, you feel so heavenly around him. So wet and tight - your pussy being his and his only to fuck, to breed into. Being able to fuck his child into you - or children, the more the merrier - and witness your hips and stomach grow, your breast swell, it makes his high come near.

"Cum in me." you choke out, your senses out of your mind. All you did know was that Namjoon was fucking into you so good that you'd agree on anything right now. "Please, Namjoon-ssi, I want you to get me pregnant."

Your words make him cum, the two of you doing so at the same time. He makes it his mission to push you roughly against the couch and cum deep inside of you, making sure there was no cum left inside of him.

"You go around telling everyone I fucked you?!" you hiss, phone pressed to your ear as you turned your car on. "I just became a damn detective a few weeks ago, Namjoon, I can't have my credibility ruined because of you."

"Y/N-ah..." Namjoon's voice is deep and soothing, but stern. "Calm your tone, please."

You take a deep breath. You sit your head against the window and let out a shaky sigh. You were a woman who fought too long and hard to even get considered in being a detective - the last thing you needed was a man coming between that. The session between you and Namjoon, though amazing, was nothing you could repeat.

"I don't go around telling my personal business. Jimin is a brother to me."

"And that makes it better?" you snap. You shouldn't have really - you and your sister talk all the time - mainly her speaking of her sexual adventures and the life she lived opposite to you.

"I'm saying what we have is safe with me, Y/N-ah." Namjoon voice makes your core quiver and you knew it was time to wrap this conversation up. You were needed around Seoul to continue your investigation. "Are you hungry? We can go out for lunch-"

"No." you interrupt. "We can't keep doing this. Pretending you weren't between my legs."

"Then don't." Namjoon words were dismissive. "I believe you're making it more complicated."

"I'm not. I have to go. I'll see you around, Namjoon-ssi." You don't wait for a response when you hang up.

You begin to drive, your hands wrapped around the steering wheel far to tight. You knew there was something about Jimin, something sinister in the way his eyes were on you. His girlfriend, a coincidence that she was apart of this investigation, had a nervous look in her eyes. You believed she knew more than what she led on, but was she the source of your curiosity- no. There was 3 more girls to investigate, after all.

You stopped at the large estate belonging to a newly engaged couple, one being another of Shin's girlfriends. You learned she was a high school sweetheart, having left her own home town and found herself in Seoul - now with a new partner. You parked outside the estate, the line of black cars with tinted windows didn't go unnoticed at your entry.

You make your way towards the front door, the large modern door opening before you can knock.

"I don't know how this man survived this long without a woman in his life." a girl hisses as she waves her hand around. "Bring that damn couch and put it somewhere else!"

You note that its Shin's girlfriend, just the one you were looking for. She places her hands on her hips and let lot a sigh. "My furniture delivery should be here soon and all of this has to be out before that." she tells the men - all in dark suits - with a shake of her head.

"Yes." the men say in unison. She leans against the door frame, her eyes now catching your attention.

"Hello?" she says with a head tilt. "Kookie isn't here. You just missed him actually." she huffs. "I'm sure he'll be back shortly."

You shake your head. "I'm here to see you."

She huffs. "Do we know each other? I booked a nail appointment and I don't think you're her." she smiles as she speaks.

You shake your head. "No. I'm a detective investigating Shin's case."

Her expressions turned and you swore her eyes darken. "That asshole." she rolls her eyes. "Well if you're here to question me come in." she strolls inside the large estate, she calls out for someone who comes rushing in. "Can you bring me some wine? And for..." her eyes turn to you.

"Water is fine." you say and the man scurries off in a hurry. She leads you to a seating area. "I'm sorry for the lack of decor. My fiancé didn't have anything here prior to me moving in. A few mattresses, couches and god ugly chairs."

"He's a man after all." you assure her, you both seated on stools. "How did the two of you meet?"

She sighs, a smile on her lips. "Dinner. Shin stood me up." she was quick with her words, more confident. "After the funeral we met again and I suppose we clicked. I know it's too soon..."

You shake your head. "Everyone grieves differently." you assure her. "But, I still have to ask a few questions."

The man returns with bottled water - an expensive brand you'd never think to buy - and a tall glass of red wine. She grabs it hastily and sips upon it. "What I need during an interrogation."

"It's not a full interrogation, surely. You're in the comfort of your home not in the interrogation room." you smile at her and she does the same. "But, as you know I have to ask you the usual questions."

"Yes. Where was I?" she sips her wine. "I was at home waiting for the man. Bought a new lingerie set for nothing."

You nod your head. "And how did you find out about him being shot?"

"Well, I got the phone call. I came as fast as I could but when I got there he was...gone." she lowers her eyes. "I didn't know about the others until the funeral. Imagine us all crying for the same dead man." she scoffs bitterly.

She lifts her eyes at you and shrugs. "Well, everything happens for a reason I suppose."

"Is that how you feel?" you question.

She gives a throaty laugh. "Yes and no." she sips her wine some more. "All I do know is that he is the reason I met Kookie - his selfishness. I left everything behind and risked being shunned by my parents for him to not even be faithful to me. But Jungkook is different, he caters to me but mostly he listens to me and there isn't anyone but me."

You took your own sip of your water. You felt for the woman - for all the women he toyed with. It was unsure if he felt any feelings for them outside of lust. But she were different - she was his high school sweetheart after all.

"I admit it's a shame how his death occurred." She stands, as do you. "Over the phone I was told he was going to survive when I spoke to the nurse. A little over 30 minutes later he was dead. It all happened so fast."

You hum, your eyes scanning her.

"It was as if a blink of an eye everything changed. I went through a lot just by his death and I'm sure the other women have, as well."

"My love!" a loud voice booms through the empty estate. You turn to see a dark haired man walk through. "You threw everything away?"

"They were trash. Why did you have 3 different color couches?" the woman groans and rolls her eyes.

"For the aesthetic." the man retorts as if it was obvious. His eyes turn to you and he smiles. "Ah, Y/N-ah! What brings you here? How did you two meet?"

"You know the detective?" the woman asks. "She's investigating Shin's case..." she trails off.

You furrow your brows at the man, though familiar, you couldn't bring yourself to remember from where. It was as if he knew you more than you did him.

"Detective...?" he tilts his head. "I didn't...know. Namjoon-hyung told us all about you..." he eyes his girlfriend, who does the same. "Said we'd be meeting you soon."

Your fist clench and now you're ready to physically attack Namjoon. This was the second time he made it into your investigation- you not being known as a detective but as someone associated with him. And you never told the man that the two of you were anything but friends - the sex being a one time thing only. His speaking of you to his brothers about meeting was something that would never happen outside of working hours.

Yet again, this isn't something you need to take lightly. Both of his "brothers" were also part of the investigation by simply being associated with the prior girlfriends of the victim. One girl was a coincidence - two now made an investigation that you weren't allowing it to be brushed away.

"Thank you." you bow your head. "You helped greatly in my investigation."

Jungkook watches you turn and walk down the hall. He follows you quickly. "How is the investigation going, noona?" he speaks.

"It's going...what was your name? Seeing as everyone knows me but I don't know anyone." you bit, making sure to talk to Namjoon eventually about his behaviour.

"Jungkook." he answers lowly. "What do you know so far about Shin's murder?"

"That's private, Jungkook-ssi. You surely know." you scold him, your hand on the door knob. You twist and open the door. "I suppose it was nice meeting you. I don't intend on returning unless I have more questions."

Jungkook nods. He waves as you walk down the stairs of his estate. "I'll be seeing you soon, noona." he says, as though he was sure of it.

"Would you like anything to drink?" you ask the girl as she sits, arms crossed and eyes low.

She shakes her head - she's nervous, you note.

"You came here stating you had information on the case of Chang Shin." you tell the woman, sitting across from her. The interrogation room felt intimidating to anyone being questioned. It was cold, set that way to make anyone unsettled while being questioned. 

While you were out the day questioning those close to Shin, you brought yourself to Seoul's hospital to speak with one of the interns involved. After your talk with Jungkook and his fiance (surprisingly Shin's high school sweetheart) you take your notes to the hospital, your mind telling you foul play was involved. You questioned everyone involved with Shin - from the paramedics on duty that night, to the nurses who searved all the way to the Surgeon who operated on him and the intern - surprisngly a girlfriend of his, as well - that assisted. At your arrival, the intern appeared uneasy - fidgety. She couldn't look you in the eyes when she responded to your questions nor would she go into details about the surgery or what exactly led to his death. 

Kim Seokjin - the surgeon who operated on Chang Shin - had made himself present and it was no surprise that the man knew you, of course - thanks to Namjoon. However you had no time for introductions when you were on the clock  - you asked the question needed and as you expected, he was calm and collected; far more than his intern. His eyes never left yours and he even made a few jokes to make the situation light-hearted. His answers were quick and short, but well thought out. You were almost - keyword: almost - convinced until you noticed his eyes glance at the intern. His eyes linger a second too long and it tells you exactly the situation.

It was the same look Jimin and Jungkook gave.

"Ah, yes." the woman nods. She takes a breath before continuing. "My name won't be involved in this, right?"

"Is there a reason why?" you ask her. "Whatever you can give me now would be helpful but I'll need something to get back in contact with you incase I have any more questions."

"I can give you my number." she murmurs. "But my name...I really don't want to be involved. I don't know about these men I seen."

Your ears perked at the new found information. "What men?" you ask her. You take your phone out to start recording for your notes. 

"Um, I was walking and I saw these two men roughing up another." she says, her eyes glancing around the room. "Um, I stayed behind because, obviously and..."

You lean back into your chair. Hearing her words, you believed her. However, there were holes in this timeline that you had to address. "What time was this?"

"Um," she sighs. "in the middle of the night, maybe? Around a month ago."

"And why were you out in the middle of the night, may I ask?" you watch her lips catch between her teeth. A clear sign of nerves, and now you had to be intentive with whatever information she gives you. "Did you know any of these men prior to coming between them?"

"No." the woman answers far too quickly. "Um, I was...trying to find my boyfriend."

"In the...middle of the night? Alone?" you stretch out, raising a brow. "Did you recoginze any of these men?"

The woman shakes her head, but you notice how her breathing quickens. "I-I..."

"Calm down." you raise your hand at her. "It's okay. Take your time and remember, alright? The more you explain the more we can piece everything together."

"Okay." she nods. She leans in closer to the table, her elbows on them as she massages her temples. "I was looking for my boyfriend because he suddenly left in the middle of the night. I followed him for  at least 30 minutes, making sure I wasn't too close." you are certain that the woman would rather be anywhere else but here now, deciding if she should be talking or not. "But um...I saw him that night. He was with another guy...I couldn't see his face. They both had ski masks on."

"So how did you know it was your boyfriend?" you ask her. "May I have his name?"

The woman hesitated but continued. "Jung Hoseok." she murmurs. "They um, roughed him up a bit. They didn't kill him though...they took money and stuff."

You nod, your ears listen closely to the new information. This was a step forward into your investigation. 

"Are you still with your boyfriend? Did you ever confront him?"

"No. I left that same night...and when I saw the news about the man I...it took me a while to come but I couldn't stand it anymore." the woman appears torn. Her boyfriend could be involved with a murder and that fact could be eating her alive. You got the name, Jung Hoseok, and once you search deeper you'll see if he is in the database. You contemplate asking Namjoon if he knew the name - it was as though he knew everyone partially involved in the investigation. But you decide against it, this wasn't his investigation and you didn't need it being sabotaged. 

"Do you have a picture of him?" you lean forward. "If you mind sending it to me, I'll put a face to the name. It'll be much easier that way."

She nods, gulping. She goes through her phone to find a picture of the man and shows you. You hum, squinting your eyes. He was attractive, sure, with a wide smile with a pair of perfect teeth. Your mind swirls at where you seen him and immediately your gut is telling you a certain Kim Namjoon.

Your eyes reach hers and she averts her eyes out of uneasiness. "Is that all you needed?"

You nod your head. "Yes. It is. But if I may ask...are you safe?"

The woman gasps lowly. "Why wouldn't I be?"

It was a question you asked yourself after it came from your mouth. This investigation was deeper than anyone would know - involving ex girlfriends and new couples, people who were far too familiar (yet you couldn't put your finger on where). What you did know everything led to the same person in the end - Namjoon and his connections.

"It's my job to make sure." you offer a short smile. "Your help is appreciated. Please, we can exchange numbers in case something else breaks with the case."

"I said we aren't fucking killing her!" Namjoon screams, his voice snapping aggressivly at the younger man - Taehyung.

"Then keep your bitch on a leash." Taehyung retorts with an eye roll. 

Namjoon stands, as does Taehyung. 

Jungkook raises his hands and cuts between them. "You two are being irrational right now." he shakes his head. "Hyung..." his eyes are on Taehyung. "You shouldn't have said that."

"Maybe not. But am I the only one thinking about the family?" Taehyung looks around to his brothers who all sit around them. 

"The family?" Hoseok scoffs. He was quiet up until this point. "You care about the family as if you aren't the reason we're in this damn mess now?!"

Namjoon nods his head in agreement. "Pussy had you roped up like the rest of us. The difference is the leash was around your neck." Namjoon snickers.

Yoongi sighs, his head was starting to hurt. Every time the 7 of them were together it was as if they did nothing but argue.

Taehyung lets out a bitter laugh. "Another difference is...she's at home. Regardless if the leash is around my neck or hers." his eyes glance between Hoseok and Namjoon's. "Your girl," he points at Hoseok. "is M.I.A for the last month and yours," he points to Namjoon, "is a detective investigating a murder we all had a hand in."

"And by the looks of it, she's on a roll of cracking it." Jin pipes in. "If she managed to see each of us in under one day then imagine just what she knows."

"Does it matter what she knows?" Jungkook steps away from his three brothers. He shrugs and chuckles. "Namjoon-hyung is apart of the same agency. He's gotten rid of informaton on us before."

"You're right there." Jimin hums, he places his phone on the table and nods. "But who knows what she found out and who she told."

"Or who else she interrogated." Hoseok hisses. "I have enough shit to take care of, I don't need to deal with this drama now."

Namjoon scoffs. "You should've chipped her phone when I told you to." he tells him. "But that doesn't mean she still can't be found. She can't get far."

"Right." Jimin nods, a smile forming onto his lips. "She doesn't have a car anymore."

"Did you freeze her cards like I told you to, Hyung?" Jungkook questions. "That's the only way to make her eventually come back willingly."

"If not, force is always best." Yoongi shrugs.

"Worse comes to worse, hyung, release a sextape." Jimin jokingly giggles, the memories coming back to him. "Ruin her reputation."

Namjoon drowns out the conversation. He needed to find a way for you to speak with him that wasn't over the phone. You managed to ignore his presence while at work and get away from him the first chance you had. His mind couldn't stop recalling the memories of weeks ago - you were right where he wanted you.

Namjoon wouldn't say he was obsessed with you - no. You interested him years ago when you joined the force. You were headstrong and determined to get where you were at now, a detective. You took the job seriously and the many moments he spoke with you prior, he knew just how interligent you were. Your ability to solve problems with little evidence was what got you the position as detective.

No, Namjoon was not obsessed. But he knew the way your eyes lit up when you found clues to whatever you were investigating. He knew how you enjoyed your coffee (or tea) before a long day and would often skip lunch to continue your work. When you did eat, you chewed on the same side each time and the pout on your lips he found adorable.

Maybe he was a little obsessed - only a little. But how couldn't he be?You weren't the same as his brother's girls (not that there was a problem with them). You had a job you worked hard in and dreams you followed. You adored your sister (who he was sure Yoongi was adoring but refused to say) and was protective over her - meaning that when he finally had you, you'd be the same with him and your child together.

"What are you thinking so hard about, hyung?" he feels hands around his shoulders. Jungkook eyes him.

"Maybe ruining her reputation is too harsh." Namjoon mumbles. "She worked far too hard for it."

Jimin rolls his eyes but doesn't respond.

Jin crosses his legs. "Then don't let it get too far."

"I agree." Yoongi nods. "She can be with you and keep her job."

"You'll just have to find a way for her to not leave you once she finds out the truth."

"Good luck with that." Hoseok scoffs, a bitterness and a hint of sadness in his own voice.

"Think of it as an eye for an eye." Jimin suggest. "You have something on her, right? You have to. Use it against her and make sure she doesn't think about leaving." Jimin then smirks. "I have the video of you guys fucking in the private rooms. Do you want to use that against her?"

Yoongi snorts.

Namjoon shakes his head. He knows you well enough now - just as much as you knew yourself. It's been weeks since he fucked you in that room. He knew well enough that you have yet to have your period and this would be his moment.

"Well, if that doesn't work, Hyung, then maybe ruining her reputation is where it needs to be." Jimin shrugs. "After all, she can't need you for anything if she has her own."

You release a sigh as you enter your office. You weren't feeling like yourself. You took medicine to help with your upcoming cold - you were sure it was a cold. Your head often spins, you no longer drink coffee and stick to tea - only iced however - and feel light-headed more times than you can count. You told yourself it was the stress of the investigation and once you solved it, you'll be better than ever. 

You open your desk drawer and take out the small familiar packet of birth control. You leave it at work, taking it at the same time every day. You drown it down with the iced tea and shake your head. You proceed to go through your notes of everything you encountered through the last few weeks. Things didn't make much sense, however you knew one key factor was Kim Namjoon and his brother - two of who you met, Jimin and Jungkook, one who you seen at the club with your sister (who promised she wasn't involved with him), Yoongi. You suspected that Kim Seokjin was a part of the mix and a Jung Hoseok, the man suspected of robbing Shin and caught by his girlfriend. 

It didn't make any sense, however, how they were all involved with a drug dealer. Namjoon was a detective, Seokjin and surgeon and by the information you gathered on Jugnkook, he owned several businesses and properties around Korea. Jimin owned bars and nightclubs, the party life making him an abundance of money. Jung Hoseok was one of the same, his business being in foreign cars. Why would someone as rich and successful as them be entangled with the likes of a drug dealer?

There was a knock upon your door. You sigh, not looking up before responding. "Come in."

The door opens and close and when the person doesn't speak, you raise your eyes and freeze. 

"Y/N-ah." Namjoon stands tall above your desk. "You've been avoiding me."

"Why would you think that?" you retort, gathering your notes so he wouldn't have a glimpse of them. "I've been busy with the Chang Shin case."

Namjoon nods. He notices the way you close the notebook and gather up any notes you had. It amuses him that you think he doesn't know what you're up to - or what you already know. 

"What can I help you with, Namjon-ssi?" you ask him, your annoyance is growing. "I'm busy-"

"Why do you think you can push me aside after I fucked you so good, Y/N-ah?" Namjoon's demeanor changes as he stalks closer to you. "After you begged me to cum inside of you? I fucked you all night." 

You are startled by his words and change of appearance. He appears pissed, his eyes glaring daggers at you. 

"You came home with me and I fucked you all night, Y/N-ah. I know you enjoyed it - cumming around my fingers. On my lips, around my cock."

"Get out!" you hiss at him, lifting yourself up from your seat. "Get the fuck out before I-"

"Before you what?" Namjoon chuckles. This act you put on is adorable to him, but he was done tolerating it. "You walk around here as if you earned this job, Y/N and didn't fuck me to get it."

You slap Namjoon across the face. The audacity of this man. You regretted sleeping with him, but you knew your promotion came prior to you ever laying with him. This man befoe you wasn't the man you worked alongside of for years. 

Namjoon's eyes turn to slits as he eyes you. "I'm the one that gave you this position, Y/N." he says lowly, so low and filled with venom that it makes you step back. "You'd still be a useless police officer if I didn't give you this raise, never forget that. I can't take all of this away from you." he snaps, his hands flying around the room. "You should be a little more grateful for what I've given you."

You step back again, Namjoon's anger flying around the room. 

"Everything I've done was for you!" he roars, not caring if anyone was outside to hear. "I got you this job as a detective. I allowed you to be the highest paid police officer and now detective in this agency! And yet and still, you push me aside as if I'm nothing?"

You stiffen at his words. His admition - that you didn't work hard for where you got, you were given it just because he liked you enough to do it. 

"I didn't ask you to." you spit back. Now you were disgusted  - with him and yourself for not seeing who Namjoon truly was. "Demote me back to a police officer for all I fucking care."

You go around and grab your jacket, fresh tears tickling the corner of your eyelids. You felt horrible now in knowing that you weren't promoted for your abilities, for your intelligence but because this man knew how you viewed him and preyed upon it. 

"Where are you going?" Namjoon grasps your wrist and spins you around, and when he does you punch him in the nose. You don't stop, your anger gets the best of you in this terrible situation.

Your tears are now falling and you scream at him. "Get the fuck away from me!"

Namjoon manages to wrap his arms around you. He holds you close to his chest, shaking his head. He doesn't fight you, not even when your thrasting against him hissing out every swear word you could to get away from him. 

Namjoon strokes your hair. "Calm down. You're going to upset the baby."

You freeze on the spot. His hands then rub your back. 

"You don't think I'd allow you to leave me willingly?" Namjoon chuckles darkly. "No, I've planned this far ahead. Not even someone as amazingly intelligent as you wouldn't have figured it out."

Namjoon allows you to push away just enough for your teary eyes to look up at him in confusion. 

"I know you take your birth control here every morning. So much so that you even get it delivered every end of the month before your old one is finished. It's a hefty job to change those pills to sugar ones, but I do it. Every month. I know when you get your periods and when you're ovulating - you're my girl after all." Namjoon offers you a crazed smile, the dimples you once loved showing. "How do you think your sister was able to get into Persona for free of charge? She didn't tell you she," Namjoon raises his hand to do air quotations "won free entry and free drinks all night and she could bring one guest? Especially around the same time you got your promotion."

Realization dawns upon you. You asked your sister, but she never told you how. Your knowledge of the club was that it was high end and expensive, somewhere you'd never be again. But as Namjoon speaks, you couldn't help but feel your world crumbling around you. 

"I admit, when I saw you come through the door wearing that dress..." Namjoon shakes his head. "I wanted to fuck a baby into you right then and there. But I was patient, for you. I got what I wanted, Y/N. I managed to fuck a baby into you and now we can be the family we always wanted."

You push against his chest. "Get-"

"Don't." Namjoon hisses. "You have two options. You can keep this position as a detective. I'll give you another case to work on, of course, my brothers are quite upset that you manage to find them out so easily." Namjoon smiles at your wide eyed expression. "Or...you can be a part of a scandal. Someone will accidentally leak you getting fucked at Persona and you'd be publicly embarrassed and fired." Namjoon shrugs his shoulders. "It's your choice after all, my love. Just remember, think of the baby and yourself. I can give you an amazing life, Y/N, all you have to do is let me."

Your tears fall silently as your eyes stare at Namjoon. Never would you have thought the man would be like this, manipulating you into bearing his child and being with him. This wasn't the man you grew to have a crush on - the man with the dimpl smiled who destroyed everything accidentally on sight. Who would gift you little plants and bonsai trees whenever he seen them "just because". 

You cried harder, burying your face into his chest. Namjoon shakes his head with a frown. "I hate seeing you cry, my love." he sighs, his lips turning to a smirk. Why? Now he knew that you were his and he was yours - the way you cried close to him, fingers clenching his shirt told him everything he already knew you'd do. 

@silversparkles11

Next

Ungodly Hour (2)

You’re encouraged by Chaeyoung, your roommate, to use Jungkook thirst for you to your advantage. Part 1

Word Count: 2.314

Warning: smut, dirty talking, thirsty jk as always, also simp jk, facesitting, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, semi-rough sex, jimin and mc are friendemies,

“Bitch.” Jimin murmurs beneath his breath as he passes you and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“So sassy.” you quip, a smirk forming onto your lips.

“Don’t listen to him.” Jungkook pipes in, holding two cases of water bottles in his arms. You furrow a brow, eyes admiring (in secret) how the veins on his arms pulse. “He’s just mad he had to help bring the groceries in.”

Jimin drops a few bags against your kitchen table and rolls his eyes. “I was promised breakfast. Instead I’m walking up three flights of stairs to put food in your kitchen.”

Jungkook scoffs, placing your water gently by the other two packs already on the ground inside the kitchen. Chaeyoung is excited, already putting away the groceries Jungkook - generously - provided. The cabinets were already full enough and she hadn’t even made it to the fridge or freezer. She could kiss Jungkook for the month supply of food - but you were already repaying him.

“Sucks to suck.” you shrug your shoulders when Jimin passed you again with even more bags. 

“You would know a lot about sucking.” Jimin retorts. 

“You want to fuck me so bad, Jimin.” you laugh and the comment catches Jimin completely off guard. He flushes, but you don’t want to tease the man any more.“You’re just upset, Jungkook  kicked you off of his account.” you cross your arms, and this struck a nerve in Jimin.

It was a month ago when Jimin had texted you - getting your number from Chaeyoung - just to tell you that you were everything but a civilized human being. Why? Because you had complained to Jungkook that whenever you were watching something, Jimin also was. And that meant - to satiate you - Jungkook had removed Jimin’s devices from his account and changed the passwords.

“I was binge watching The Real Housewives!” Jimin snaps. “But I suppose pussy is worth our friendship.” the man crosses his arms, eyes glancing at Jungkook. 

“You’ll get your breakfast.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. He rummages through his sweats and grabs his wallet. He hands Jimin a black card. 

“It’s the least you could do.” Jimin glances your way and rolls his own eyes. He leaves without a second word and all you could do is giggle.

“Do you have anything planned today? Classes?”

You shake your head. You were completely free today and have done so to repay Jungkook for his generous donation.

Jungkook nods. His eyes glance to Chaeyoung who is still happily organizing the insane amount of groceries. She’s humming to herself with a grin on her lips. 

“When is she leaving?” Jungkook murmurs, a red tint on his cheeks. He doesn’t want to come across as desperate - but that’s exactly what he was. He had replied far too fast to your tweet (and of course he would, he had your notifications on, afterall) and raced to the Supermarket first thing in the morning. 

You stroll towards Jungkook. You wrap your arms around his waist and knit your brows. “I can’t kick Chae out. She lives here, too.”

Jungkook nods, defeated. “We can watch a movie-”

“No.” Chaeyoung calls from the kitchen opening. “I’ll put my airpods in and put the rest of the groceries away. Don’t let me stop you from fucking his brains out.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, flushing even a deeper shade of red. Chaeyoung speaks as if Jungkook isn’t there, her eyes solely on you. “Make sure you go multiple rounds. He bought everything name-brand!”

Jungkook tilts his head. 

“Let’s go!” you sing-song, grasping his hand to race towards your room. You open the door and close it behind you and Jungkook. 

“You guys must’ve been starving.” Jungkook jokes, his hands immediately on you. 

“A little.” you murmur, capturing your lips with his own. Kissing could be considered intimate, but at this stage, you were fucking Jungkook for about anything and for nothing. Sometimes you two weren’t even doing that - you watched movies together, studied whenever needed and just enjoyed each other's company. 

“Why didn’t you ask sooner?” Jungkook presses open mouth kisses upon the skin of your neck. He’s already dipping his hands beneath your pajama shorts to feel your ass.

“Just got on birth control.” you respond when he pulls your shorts off of you completely. You fall onto your bed. “Decided to use it to my advantage.”

Jungkook groans, hovering above you. That means that this didn’t have to be a one time thing - he could cum in you as much as you’d let him. “You don’t need to do anything for me, you know?” Jungkook lifts your shirt from your head, discarding it to the side. Your breasts fall freely and he’s already pressing kisses upon them. He does the same to his shirt soon after. “I don’t mind buying you things.”

You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer. You never want to admit that his words get to you. Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his good heart (and dick) for making you feel things you weren’t suppose to feel outside of sex .

“You must waste so much money on all these girls.” you attempt to sound unbothered by his words. His tongue is already swirling your nipple with his thumb pinching the other. “Fucking s-simp.” he’s grinding against your heat, the friction perfect.

“You know you’re the only one that has access to me.” Jungkook pops your nipple from his mouth. He proceeds to lick, eyes flickering to you. You press yourself tighter against his clothed cock, grinding against it. 

“I don’t.” You do - but it does something to you to hear him say it. Maybe it was an ego thing - a pride. It makes your head big just knowing that Jungkook would do anything you asked and expected next to nothing in return.

“You do, Y/N. You know you’re my girl.” Even if the agreement was to keep things completely sexual, to everyone but the two of you, this was a relationship. You hung out outside of sex far too often for this to be a regular friend with benefit type of situation - but it was like the blind leading the blind. “You wanna sit on my face?”

You nod your head hastily. In seconds, Jungkook was beneath you, tugging your underwear off so you could sit on him like he asked. The first time he requested it, you felt indifferent. You never sat directly on anyone before and you were afraid to suffocate him. However, Jungkook insisted and since then, sitting on his face has been your (and his) favorite position to try.

Jungkook isn’t the one to waste time. He’s suckling onto your clit with ease, hands gripping your thighs in place. He loves it more when you grind against his tongue - he enjoys watching you tremble with pleasure. He has the perfect view of not only your leaking pussy, but your breast and your beautiful face. It was the perfect position for him.

You were a truthful person - you’d give Jungkook his flowers. The man is insanely attractive and whenever you sat on his face, you could never last too long. Jungkook always insisted on watching you - he stated he loved the way you always crumbled for him. How you’d moan while grinding against his tongue.

It’s what Jungkook’s doing now. He locks his eyes with yours. He clenches your thighs as an unspoken response. 

“S-Stop looking at me.” you whine. You lift your hips, but Jungkook doesn’t allow it. He pulls you back down against his tongue.

“You’re always so stubborn.” Jungkook muffles between your legs. He’s flicking his tongue between your folds. “I know you’re about to cum, baby. Stop being so embarrassed.”

You mentally groan because of course there it was. That word. Jungkook knew how to fluster you - if he meant to do it or not. 

“Fine.” you grumble.

Jungkook slaps your thigh. “Now ride my face.” he says. He closes his eyes to not further fluster you, even if he did want to watch you cum right in front of him. 

You do as you’re told, grinding your hips against his tongue. Jungkook holds you in place, silently encouraging you to continue. You can feel the familiar bubble deep in your stomach and your hips pick up the pace. You release a deep moan, eyes fluttering close.

Jungkook takes a peek at you, feeling his cock twitch. So beautiful you were. He could watch you like this for as long as you’d let him.

Jungkook knows you’re going to cum once your moans become high pitched and your hips jerk. He doesn’t take his eyes off of your face as you come undone, his cock basically begging for a release.

You feel tired when you move yourself from Jungkook’s lips. You fall against your bed with a sigh.

Licking his lips, Jungkook hovers above you. “Tired?”

You nod your head. “A little.” you always were after cumming on his tongue. It was inevitable. 

Jungkook nods. “You hungry? I can…make us something?”

You groan once more. There he was again being nice and doing things to your heart that he wasn’t supposed to do.

“You can after you cum inside of me.”

It’s hard to ignore the bulge in Jungkook’s sweats.

“You sure. It’s okay-”

You slap Jungkook’s chest, interrupting his speech. “Shut the fuck up, Jungkook.” you hiss. “You’re too nice.”

Jungkook snickers. “You want me to be an insensitive asshole?” Yes you did. It made things easier. You told yourself (and Chaeyoung) that you wouldn’t fall for this nice boy act and become far too gone. He made it hard. Offering to make you cum was different than cooking for you.

“You do.” Jungkook hums. “Is that some type of kink?”

“Fuck you.” you hiss. “Maybe I just want you to be a little rough sometimes.”

Jungkook smirks, understanding your tone. You were closing yourself off because you were flustered - and the only way for you to calm yourself was to insult him.

“If that’s what you wanted, it’s all you had to say, baby.” Jungkook pushes his sweats down and kicks it off. His bulge is entirely too huge inside his underwear. “I’d do whatever you ask me to do.”

Shit. There he was again. Jungkook knew what he was doing.

“Turn around.” Jungkook slaps your thigh. “Since you want to be treated like a whore, I'll do just that.”

You may have turned entirely too quickly, but you couldn’t help it. 

Jungkook positions himself at your entrance. “Let me know if I’m too rough, okay?”

“Stop being a pussy.”

Jungkook only chuckles. 

Jungkook then enters you, you’re so wet that you take him far too easily. He begins his pace brutally, pushing your face down into your pillows. He keeps one hand tangled into your hair while the other grips your hips.

This was new. No, Jungkook wasn’t technically vanilla. He could be rough when needed - but this? This was a new side of Jungkook that has you clenching around him. With each thrust, he hits a nerve, sending you more and more over the edge. 

“No back talk?” Jungkook huffs, cracking his hips to fuck into you deeper. 

You want to tell Jungkook to go fuck himself, but then he pulls your hair back in a way that has you whimpering for more. 

“You always insist on being a bitch.” Jungkook releases your hair to wrap his arms around you. You feel his lips upon your neck, his hips never halting their abusive thrusts.

“But even if you are a bitch, you know I love it.”

“S-Shut up.” you whimper.

Jungkook doesn’t. Instead, he flips you onto your back so he can watch you while he fucks you. 

“No.” Jungkook spits, continuing the same brutal pace. He has your knees touching your shoulders, the new position allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before. “You don’t like it when I'm nice to you. You want me to treat you like some whore.”

Your eyes are rolling now. There’s no way Jungkook could be fucking you entirely this good that you’re unable to form words.

“But you aren’t some whore to me, Y/N. You know you’re still my girl.” Jungkook places a kiss upon your cheek. “So I’ll treat you like a bitch in heat now, then I’ll cook for us, yeah?”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for your response. He leans back and places his thumb upon your clit. He begins to rub, determined to make you cum again.

You’re stuttering, jerking away from Jungkook, the overstimulation completely unbearable. 

“Stop running, isn’t this what you wanted?”

So pretty, Jungkook thinks. You could be a bitch sometimes, but it’s what he likes about you. He enjoys the playful bickering he entertains and your feisty attitude. He enjoys it even more when he does entertain you in these little games you play just for you to lose at your own game - much like how you were now.

Jungkook’s thrusts are sloppy once you cum, a twitching mess beneath him. Your eyes are rolling and you’re no longer trying to hide your moans.

Jungkook presses his lips against yours, grunting into it while he gives one last thrust. His cum shoots inside of you, coating your warm walls.

It takes a few minutes for Jungkook to lay beside you. He feels just as tired as you must’ve felt earlier, panting low to himself.

“You still hungry?”

Your eyelids are fluttering closed, suddenly heavy. “Sleepy.” you murmur, laying your head against Jungkook's chest. 

Jungkook wraps an arm around you. “You’re also so cuddly after a good fucking.” he teases. 

“Fuck you.”

“I will after our nap.” Jungkook laughs. “We have all day for me to turn you into my little twinkie-”

Your body heats up and you slap Jungkook’s chest, but once again, all he does is laugh.

Bound

Masterlist

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut, friends to lovers (more acquaintance to lovers)

Word Count: 5,543

Warning: sexual themes, smut, bdsm, unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation, spit-play, unprotected sex, cumshot, facial, oral sex (m receiving)

Description: Jimin has tried everything in his power for you - one of his closest friends - to get laid. He realizes that your kinks don't match with just any man besides one; another friend of his - Jung Hoseok. You've met Hoseok many times and don't think your masochism can be satiated by someone as bright and sunny as him.

"You can't do this is you appear frightened, Y/N."

You take a deep breath, the goosebumps along your prinkled along your skin. You were nervous - maybe nervousness was an understatement. You sat in the wooden chair, legs crossed as you look ahead at the camera facing you. Your hands lay in your lap and you bite your lip. There was a dress code for this - comfortable and casual. You decided on shorts and a tank top.

"You're free to leave if you're uncomfortable. I won't force you to stay and of course you know your time here is free..." Hoseok offers you a kind smile.

You cursed Jimin for requiring you to do this. It started a week ago when Jimin showed at your home (uninvited) with Jungkook - who made himself at home on your couch. Jimin has been trying to get you laid for months now and was unsuccessful until one drunken night you admitted your desires of being dominated over. Of course, that statement let alarm bells ring into Jimin's head and he ponders why he didn't think of it earlier.

"I don't think Hoseok is the one who can do that." you had told him, nearly laughing in his face when he suggested his friend. "He's too sunny and kind to be dominant."

Jimin and you were friends, of course, and you met Hoseok a few times. He was warm and bubbly, made funny jokes and had the sweetest smile and appearance. Nothing about him told you that he was a man that could dominate anyone.

"You don't know him as much as I do." Jimin had chuckled a dark response that made you raise a brow. And before you knew it - Jimin had "scheduled" an appointment with Hoseok and even offered to pay for your session if Hoseok didn't respond with "Friends are free for their first time". You questioned Jimin if this was legal - if he was offering sexual dominance, didn't that count as solicitation?

"I want to stay." you nod your head at Hoseok. He smiles at you behind the camera.

"Okay. We have safety procedures." he says. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Y/N." you blink into the camera.

"And are you over the age of 18?"

"Yes." you nod.

"Good girl." Hoseok hums, and it makes you clench your already crossed legs. "If you want everything to completely stop, Y/N, what do you need to say?"

"I'll say blue." you respond. Hoseok's eyes stared into yours - his gaze was intimidating.

"And what if you're gagged?" Hoseok licks his lips, his eyes not blinking as he asks the question. When you don't respond, Hoseok leans closer to you, a smirk forming onto his lips. "It's okay, baby, you can respond."

"I-I shake my head adamantly side to side." you feel hot under his gaze. It was as if slowly he was becoming a different man from the one you've met a few times over the years.

"Good girl. Remember, if you're unable to speak at any given moment you're free to break character. All of our sessions are recorded for your safety especially. Look into the camera and break the character you're acting as, alright?

You nod your head.

"Okay, baby." Hoseok stand. Your eyes follow his every move behind the camera. "You filled out the consent forms of all the things you were willing to try."

It took you a full day to complete it. Jimin had came over and assisted - you didn't want anything to do with anal for your first time - Jimin called you a prude. You weren't sure what exactly you were into, but you checked out a few options that made you question if Hoseok was going to fulfill each of them.

"As long as I've known you..." Hoseok strolls into the camera frame. "I didn't know you were such a whore."

Your eyes turn wide as he comes closer.

"Are you ready, Y/N?" Hoseok questions, his eyes narrowing at you. When you nod, he gives you a small smile before his face turns menacing.

Hoseok's fingers tangle themselves into your hair and he yanks you up. You release a yelp as he takes you to the next room, a larger one where you notice a few cameras all around. Your feet - bare upon his request - hit onto the stone floor.

Hoseok takes you to a long metal pole that is held up by two smaller ones. He releases your hair with a shove and graps both of your arms. He arches your back so you're leaning down to the pole. He then takes both of your arms and places them onto the cold pole. "Gotta tie you up." he sing-songs.

You feel the itchy rope wrap around both wrists, tightening it so you won't be able to move. What catches you off guard is when you feel the same rope wrap around both of your ankles, but the wetness between your legs brings you excitement. You're unable to move when you feel his hands grab the hem of your shorts and pull them down. You feel utterly exposed for Hoseok and the cameras - but you don't care.

Hoseok slaps your ass hard - the spund echoing across the large room. "I was told you haven't had any pleasure in months." Hoseok laughs darkly, his hands slapping both ass cheeks as he talks. He enjoys to see them jiggle and darken as they swell. "Isn't that why you're here now?"

"Yes!" you hiss when Hoseok lands another haunting - but satisfying - slap upon your ass. You ears pickup on his footsteps circling around behind you, but you can't see him. Your hair is tugged once more, and when you open your mouth to gasps, something is placed inside your mouth.

"You look so slutty with a ball gag in your mouth." Hoseok murmurs.

You're caught off-guard when you feel his hands squeeze your breast, his chest on your back. He releases your breast from the tank top, slapping them with no remorse. You're unable to speak due to the gag in your mouth, so all you can do is hum and whimper. His fingers twist and tug at your nipples. It's embarrassing how it makes you salivate and pussy clench.

"I have something needy whores like you would enjoy." Hoseok sing-songs.

You can feel the drool drip down your chin at what else he had in store for you. You release a throaty hiss when you feel your nipples be pinched and clamped upon. You throw your head back and clench your eyes closed. You weren't sure what you were into. You've watched porn many times - all bondage and bdsm - but you would have never thought it would feel as amazing as this. Especially with Hoseok - the man with the wide heart shape smile and sparkling eyes.

Hoseok's fingers trailed along your clothes clit, humming when he feels how moist and warm it is. He licks his lips, shuddering. He didn't get like this. Of course, he got aroused with the women he would assist - but not like this. In the contract you signed there was a no-sex rule. He never engaged in sexual activity with them outside of dominating them - but the sight of you tied up and gagged, whimpering beneath him made his cock twitch. Maybe it was because you were a friend of a friend that he's seen through out the years be nothing but kind, but reserved.

"You're dripping already. And I haven't even done anything to you." Hoseok scoffs. He rips your underwear off - you can hear the fabric rip as he does so. You feel exposed before him, but it was too late to go back now. "You're clenching around nothing." you hear Hoseok tsk. "I know what a needy bitch like you needs."

You're left whimpering, lightly tugging at the roped restraints when his footsteps circle behind you. It was a few moments later when your ears picked up on a loud, buzzing sound. Before you can process, you're releasing a scream when a sudden vibration is pushing against your bare clit. You're breathing heavily, legs trembling. Hoseok pushes the vibrator harshly against your clit - the squelching sounds coming from you was music to his ears.

You're pulling against the restraints - it doesn't do anything but possibly leave marks afterwards. The vibration is shuddering throughout your body and it feels amazing. Your legs are trembling and your eyes are rolling in the back of your head. You could feel the saliva steady dripping down your chin and reaching your breast.

Hoseok releases the vibrator from your clit right before you cum. You hiss at the lack of pleasure, eyes blinking open. "If only you could look at yourself right now, Y/N." Hoseok chuckles. "Your pussy is dripping all over the floor. You're salivating like a bitch in heat." Hoseok sends a slap against your ass. "Should I make you cum?"

You nod your head hastily, your throat releasing moans of agreement.

Soon you feel the vibrator return onto your clit - the vibrations much harder against it. You're shocked to feel his fingers pumping inside of you - but you aren't denying them. You're groaning at the way he pumps his fingers inside of you, hitting a sweet spot while the vibrations are sending waves a pleasure through your body.

"Your pussy is so wet that my fingers can just slide right in." Hoseok chuckles, his pumping never ceasing. "You have 10 seconds to cum, bitch."

You're already releasing onto his fingers by the 5th second, the gush of liquid releasing itself from inside of you was embarrassing, but you don't dwell. Hoseok doesn't stop until you're squealing and trembling - the overstimulation clouding your thoughts.

Hoseok removes his fingers and vibrator from you and grunts. You were a beauty, and it takes everything in him to not bury his face between your legs. He turns off the vibrator to hear you attempting to speak. He leans down to your ear, humming. "Are you trying to say something to me?"

You nod your head, chest inhaling and exhaling frantically.

Hoseok removes the ball gag from your lips and grasps your hair. "Speak."

"Please fuck me." you waste no time in begging. You weren't sure this was in the contract - and you had requested to not watch the other tapes with him and other women (that gave him consent to show). But what you did know was that your attraction to Hoseok was growing by the second and any man who could dominate you like this is who you wanted. "Please fuck me, Hoseok. Please..."

Hoseok stiffens against you. He gulps, eyes closing for a second. He wasn't sure what he should do. You were vulnerable in this - and though you were a consenting adult who knew what she was doing; you weren't obligated to have sex with him. He didn't have direct sex with any of his clients who came for pleasure - yet and still, you were different. You were someone he knew directly.

"You're so fucking needy." Hoseok groans, his voice still deep and demanding. "Is that what you want, Y/N?"

He needed your verbal confirmation - without the degradation. You nod your head frantically. "Yes, please." you lick your lips. Your legs were still trembling at the orgasm he just gave you. "I know you could fuck me so good, Hoseok."

You were saying anything to make him put his cock inside of you - but it wasn't a lie. You've met a few of Jimin's friends over the years and you never looked at them in a sexual way until now with Hoseok. His demeanor changed from what you've known for years. He was being the opposite of the smiling, carefree and funny man you've come to know.

Hoseok gulps again.

"I want you to fuck me however you want." you continue, pulling at the restraints. Your back arches against him, trying to feel whatever he was willing to give you. "You can use my body to cum, too."

"Shut up!" Hoseok hisses, snapping his hips against your bare ass. You were making him far too hard and your disgusting words were going to make him do just that. It was hard trying to compose himself when you were begging to be fucked and used. "What makes you think you deserve my cock?"

"I don't." you moan, enjoying the feel of his hardened, clothed cock against your ass. "I don't deserve your cock but I still want it."

Hoseok's hand tightened in your hair. He was seconds away from giving you what you were begging for.

"I won't be able to cum again without you." you were crying now - pathetic tears that were going to haunt you when you weren't enchanted with the thought of Hoseok fucking you.

Fuck it.

Hoseok pushes his pants down along with his underwear. He enters inside of you, hissing at the tightness and the moisture that surrounds him. He shudders, goosebumps rising on his arms. He doesn't move for a few moments, breathing heavy at the feel of you.

You push back against him, wanting to feel all of him. Hoseok hisses again, snapping out of his trance. His fingernails are digging into your waist when he pulls back and thrusts into you deeply with a snap of his hips. He doesn't stop this time - no, he continues a brutal pace of pumping inside of you. The way your ass bounces against his abdomen makes him never want to stop.

You're clenching around him and you can't contain the moans coming from your lips. You wouldn't believe anyone if they told you that you would be fucked so disrespectfully by Hoseok. Yet, here you sat till restrained by the ropes as he fucks into you.

Hoseok wraps his hand around your throat, arching your back. He leans down so he's face to face with you. Though you see him reversed, you can clearly detect the look in his dark eyes. The lust and the dominance that makes you even wetter.

Hoseok squeezes your neck while his free hand slaps you hard against the face. Your cheeks are stinging, but it doesn't affect you. You cry for him to fuck you harder and harder - loving the way he does as you beg him to. He doesn't stop slapping you - you are more than positive that you would leave here with a permanent hand mark on your cheek.

"No wonder you couldn't cum." Hoseok hisses, his hips snapping into you. "You need to get fucked like a slut to make you cum."

Hoseok pushes you away. He removes himself from inside you, but before you can cry in protest, you feel him undoing the restraints on your ankles and wrists. He doesn't give you a moment to process being free. He's yanking you somewhere else - a bench where he throws you on top of. Wasting no time, he slaps your legs open and begins to pump your fingers inside of you.

You throw your head back and release a sudden scream. The sounds of your pussy squelching as Hoseok's pump inside of you is heard throughout the room.

"So wet, Y/N. Wet and fucked out." Hoseok chuckles, removing his hands from inside of you.

Hoseok slaps your clit - an act that makes you scream once more. He cups beneath your knees and brings them to your shoulders.

"I just know my cock could slip right in each time." Hoseok enters you to test out his theory. He shudders.

"Please fuck me." you clench your walls around his cock, the begging coming back out.

Hoseok does - continuing the brutal pace you've come to love. This position allowed him to go much deeper than before - you could have sworn you felt him in your stomach, as impossible that sounded.

Hoseok's abdomen is slapping against your own. With each thrust he gives you, your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. The sight of you naked below him makes Hoseok groan - he would never forget the way your breast is bouncing or the tightness of your pussy clenching him.

"I love your cock so much!"

Hoseok wraps a hand around your neck, silencing your praises. He didn't need to hear them - it would make him cum far too soon.

You don't mind the lack of air you're getting. Your smaller hands wrap around his wrist and your eyes are staring into his own. Your mouth is slightly ajar as he fucks into you. Hoseok notes the corners of your eyes are thick with tears threatening to fall - but you clench around him tighter and it tells him that you're enjoying the way he fucks you disrespectfully.

"There's nothing I could do to you that would make you tap out, huh?" Hoseok chuckles darkly, and then he spits on you. You widen your eyes, feeling the spit roll down your cheeks but it doesn't stop you from begging him for more - the degradation making you cum around him. "You fucking whore, Y/N. Who knew a bitch like you needed to be tame?"

Hoseok buckles his hips more, his eyes on the way your pussy leaves his cock a creamy white color. Just the sight alone is making him nearly cum. He closes his eyes as he fucks you. "Where should I cum, Y/N? You don't deserve my cum inside of you." Hoseok hisses. "How about I cum on your face? I know whore's enjoy facials."

You're nodding your head, the thought of feeling his warm cum on your face has you clenching even tighter around him.

"Oh shit." Hoseok hisses, and he releases himself from you and inches closer.

You allow Hoseok to yank your hair so he can cum onto your face, his right hand furiously pumping himself. Your mouth opens when you feel the cum on your cheeks. Your tongue catches a few droplets of the salty cum, you swallow it with a moan almost as if it was savory.

Jimin unlocks the door to your apartment, using the key you had given him for emergencies - only he rarely left it for emergencies. You were seated on your sofa when he entered frantically. "Bitch." he hisses, slamming the door shut. "Why are you ignoring me?"

You roll your eyes and go back to eating your popcorn and watching your movie. You can hear him coming around to face you, but you remain unbothered.

"Hoseok told me he's tried calling you." Jimin continues, flopping down right besides you. He takes a handful of popcorn as he waits for you to respond. When you don't, he continues. "He thinks you're avoiding him."

"We were never close to begin with." you shrug your shoulders, unsure where Jimin was going with this. You glanced his way to find him already burning a hole in the side of your face.

"Was it bad?" Jimin questions. It's been days and he was waiting for you to gush how Hoseok made you cum until you were seeing stars. When you hadn't, he waited and waited until he couldn't anymore. "Can I watch the tape?"

"No!" you hiss, your eyes narrowing at him.

"No it wasn't bad or to watching the tape?" Jimin slowly smirks. You enjoyed it - it was obvious. Why you were acting so weird about everything was what he needed to figure out.

"Why would you want to watch something like that?" you place the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. "Are you even into stuff like that?"

"I'm curious." Jimin shrugs. I"m a man, Y/N, anything can make a man hard." he chuckles. "I don't want to watch in a sexual manner like most would - I just want to see what he was doing to you."

"Maybe what he does to everyone else who goes to him." you chew your bottom lip, clenching your legs slowly, hoping Jimin didn't notice.

Remembering the way Hoseok made you feel was slowly getting to you. It made you stay up in the hours of the night with your hands between your legs at just the thought of it. You never knew you would become someone who enjoyed the act of degradation and disrespect - but when it came to Hoseok (someone so sweet and sunny like) it was completely different. He did a complete 180 and became someone entirely different - someone you had to avoid to keep your sanity.

"That doesn't explain why you're ignoring him, Y/N." Jimin turns to you fully. "He thinks he made you uncomfortable. He takes his job seriously. It's eating him alive at the thought of you growing to hate him."

"I don't hate him." you sigh. "It's just...I will have to see him again eventually. Your birthday is coming up and how am I going to face the man that made me cum too many times to count?"

Jimin places a hand over his mouth with wide eyes. He then squeals. "How many times did he make you cum?" he whispers as if it was the biggest, juicest secret he was going to encounter. "I told you he wasn't someone to underestimate." you can't see his mouth nor do you need to, to know he's smirking.

You shove Jimin with all the force you could. You feel hot with embarrassment and Jimin can only throw his head back and laugh aloud.

"Okay, okay." Jimin throws his hands up in surrender. "I'll stop teasing. But please, talk to him. Like you said my birthday is soon." This weekend to be exact. "And I don't need my friends being awkward."

You nod your head slowly. You knew it wasn't fair to Hoseok. You hadn't intended on ignoring him for long - but when his texts turn to calls, you were afraid to answer. You could only reminisce on the way he spoke to you, voice so deep and degrading and it makes you want to go back each and every time. It was something you told yourself you would do once - no matter how many times you thought about picking up the phone to call and beg him to fuck you again.

"Now, let's go back to planning my surprise birthday party." Jimin smirks. "That you're hosting here, of course. That I don't know about."

"I'm not sure what's the point if you know about it." you scoff. Jimin had the bright idea to make you host a party for him that he had complete control over.

"Because if you want something done right, you'll have to do it yourself." Jimin says with raised brows. "No one but you know that I know. That being said I want to step into a whole different planet here." Jimin throws his arms around.

"Planet Jimin." you nod your head, the plans of his "surprise" birthday party had been a topic for the past month.

"Exactly. Watch a little space movies to get the feel of what we need. I'm thinking...fog machine. Flashing lights." Jimin smiles at your expression. "Planet Jimin."

You snort.

"The plan is to hide these around the apartment." you say to Jungkook as you hand him the small clear christmas ornaments with pictures of Jimin inside. "They're suppose to be similiar to dragon balls."

Jungkook furrow a brow. "Have you watched the show?" he asks, voice laced with confusion.

"That's neither here or there, Kook, can you hide the fucking balls or not?" you hiss at him. "What makes you think a dragon will appear to grant us an actual wish?!"

Jungkook rolls his eyes but does what you tell him. You had demanded he come over hours before Jimin's surprise birthday party and help. He was surprised to see the amount of balloons you had already blown up. The different sizes are thrown around the floor and you claimed they were "rocks native to Planet Jimin" and that now he was going to hide the "Jiminie Balls" around your apartment to find. In actuality, these Jiminie Balls were clear christmas ornaments with a picture of Jimin in it with some money inside some and a variety of alcohol shots in another. Jungkook would give you an A for creativity.

"Okay," you cross your arms, eyes scanning the area. "We need to put up the lights and the fog machine and then we'll be done." you say to Jungkook.

"Are we having food?" Jungkook eyes the empty table where food should be laid.

"That's your responsibility, remember? I'm providing the space."

Jungkook frowns. He rolls his eyes before taking out his phone. "I'll order a few pizzas then." he murmurs. You were so bossy and demanding when you wanted to be.

"Hurry up. We still have to make the drinks!" you hiss at Jungkook who proceeds to roll his eyes again.

You hear a knock on your door about 30 minutes later while Jungkook and you were making the mixed drinks. You furrow a brow at Jungkook who smiles nervously. "I thought we needed some help."

"Okay." you nod, wiping your hands and make your way to the front door. "We still need to put air in the inflatable planets and hang them on the cieling anyways."

"And why do we need that?" Jungkook calls from the kitchen.

"This is Planet Jimin. Meaning all the planets on the ceiling are the ones we conquered. Duh." just when you finish your sentence and open the door, you're horrified to see Hoseok behind it. He offers a smile that you don't return.

You slam the door in his face and dash towards the kitchen. "You conniving little shit!" you hiss at Jungkook. "Why is Hoseok here?"

"Did you just slam the door in his face, Y/N?" Jungkook scoffs, lifting himself up from your dining table to go open the door once more. "We need help and he was the only one not busy!"

You clench your firsts. "I-I'm not ready to see him yet! I thought I still had time!" you snap at Jungkook who has his hand on your door knob.

Jungkook snickers. "Good dick has you sweating like this?" he opens the door and smiles widely at Hoseok. "Sorry about that, hyung, come in!" Jungkook opens the door wider. "We still need to set some more stuff up."

Hoseok glances your way but nods at Jungkook. He doesn't speak much and neither do you. The tension in your home is annoying Jungkook. Even after all the drinks are made and the large inflatable planets are upon the ceiling, there isn't much left to do besides get the food and wait for people to arrive. Jungkook glances your way to see you playing with your fingers. He furrows a brow at Hoseok who is standing awkwardly.

"Well, nice talk we're having." Jungkook stands. "I need to go get the pizza so-"

"I'll go with you!" you stand in a rush.

"No that's fine." Jungkook chuckles nervously. "This is your place afterall. If someone comes you should greet them."

Right, you nearly forgot. You wanted to get away from Hoseok so much that it slipped your mind that the party was held in your own apartment.

"Hyung should stay here, too." Jungkook glances at Hoseok. "In case Y/N needs help with anything else." Jungkook doesn't wait for a response before he's nearly running out the door.

You bite your lip, eyes narrowing at your front door. You would surely have to beat Jungkook's ass after this. He knew you had no desire to be left alone with Hoseok - and the man could note as such. 

"Did I do something wrong?" Hoseok asks. "You've ignored me all week."

"Don't be silly." you respond, not meeting his eyes. "I have to get ready."

"Y/N." Hoseok calls after you as you dodge his question and make your way to your room. "I know you're avoiding me."

You turn to face him, shaking your head. "Why would I be avoiding you?"

Hoseok takes a step closer to you. "You'll have to tell me." he murmurs. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

You shake your head. 

"Are you sure? Maybe I overstepped my boundaries and you weren't able to say it." Hoseok is stepping closer and closer until he's in your room. "I don't...engage sexually with my clients. I'm sorry if you feel as though I forced myself upon you."

You snap your eyes to him. His face is riddled with confusion. His eyes are scanning you to for any sign you would give him. You mentally slap yourself. "I'm sorry, Hoseok." you murmur to him. "It's nothing you did. I..."

Hoseok waits for you to continue. 

You're embarrassed. You avoid his eyes again. "I'm just..." the statement dies in your throat. You feel your palms begin to sweat. 

"Y/N." Hoseok steps even closer to you. "Look at me."

You don't move to do so, and when he notes this, he hisses. "Now."

Your eyes meet his and immediately you're enthralled. It's what you didn't want to happen. The authoritive look in his eyes makes you want to fall to your knees and submit to him. 

"What's wrong?" Hoseok questions - demanding an answer by the way his eyes bore into your. "Tell me. And don't lie."

You gulp. You feel it - the throbbing between your legs and the goosebumps lining your skin. 

"I want you to fuck me again." you murmur - a low murmur that Hoseok can hear clearly. "I keep fucking myself with my fingers but it doesn't work."

Not only do you feel utterly humiliated, but you feel pathetic to be admitting that Hoseok fucked you entirely too great that nothing could compare to him. It had to feed his ego somehow - you were sure of it. 

Hoseok chuckles - not amused in the slightest. He feels his cock twitch at the pathetic sight of you he has grown to enjoy. For the last week he thought you regretted the moment you shared with him when in actuality - you wanted more but were far too frightened to admit it to yourself or him. He had touched himself too many times to count while watching the video of the two of you. 

"Good girl." Hoseok whispers. He tucks a free hair behind your ear. 

You hold your breath when you see him lean down. 

"A bitch like you doesn't deserved to get fucked by me anymore." Hoseok shrugs. "Not after you ignored all my calls."

"I'm sorry." you murmur. You feel his hands trace along your cheek. "I was afraid you'd say no."

How wrong you were. Hoseok wished you'd answered his texts and calls just so he could have shown you how willing he was to continue the intimacy. 

Hoseok tsks. "Why should I believe you?" His fingers glide across your lips. He has a desire to kiss your lips - wanting nothing more than to taste you. "After you've ignored me all this time?"

You lick your lips, eyes staring into his own intently. You open your mouth, allowing his thumb to enter. Your tongue twirls around his thumb, eyes never blinking away from his gaze. 

Hoseok grunts, his cock twitching to be released from his pants. "Is this what you want?" questions Hoseok, and when you nod he says, "Then get on your knees."

You don't waste any time doing so. Hoseok unbuckles his belt and you pull his pants down. His cock springs out when you pull at the underwear briefs. "Your cock is so pretty." you murmur more to yourself. Your tongue wraps around the tip and you suck, moaning at the smoothness of it. 

You don't hesitate to open your mouth wider and suck, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You enjoyed the feeling - the lack of air and all. 

Hoseok's hand cups beneath your chin as he pumps inside of your mouth. He watches you intently as he does so, the tears streaming down your cheeks exciting him. You were gorgeous regardless if you were on your knees for him or not - he always thought so. Maybe that's why when Jimin brought the idea of you being a client of his, he offered free of cost. 

"You're so good for me, Y/N." Hoseok moans, blinking his eyes at you, fighting the urge to close them. "The perfect little whore I need just for myself."

You moan, your throat sending vibrations around his cock. There's saliva dripping from the corner of your lips. 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Hoseok chuckles darkly. He pushes into your throat deeply, halting his movement. "You'll love to be my whore, huh? I'd fuck you all day as long as you're good for me."

You nod your head, his cock deep in your throat. The thought of him fucking you the same way he has a week prior makes you clench your legs. 

"Well," a voice sounds behind Hoseok. "I see the two of you are speaking again."

Jungkook is smirking from the doorway. "Don't mind me. I'm just going to shut the door and play some music so I can't hear you fucking her brains out, hyung." Jungkook sends you a wink - cock still in your throat before shutting the door behind him. 

I hope you all like this one-shot :)

@silversparkles11

Ungodly Hour

That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you).

Word count: 1.687

Warning: idk yall, i was bored, smut, college au, jungkook is thirsty, reader is somewhat slutty but with good reasons, dirty talking, swallowing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, cumming,

Your mouth wrapped around the tip of Jungkook’s cock, twirling the head in your mouth. You only slightly (maybe more than you want to admit) the way the salty pre-cum drips into your mouth as you suck. Even better were his moans - so soft and velvety; melodic. 

if anyone was to blame it had to be your brother - he was the nuisance in your life. It was as if he intended on making your life a complete mess.

You were a good person, daughter and sister. You did what you had to do - attend classes everyday. You went to work and then home without a care. You worked at a grocery store part time and made enough to pay your half of the rent. Sure, with the price of groceries now you couldn’t be bothered to buy any. But that’s where your parents came in. You craved independence from them but only for privacy. You made sure you were there every night for dinner and sometimes if you had time, breakfast in the mornings. 

Your brother was just upset that you accidentally bought an add-on on his hulu account - but how else were you supposed to watch what you wanted if he was too cheap to pay for anything further? It was bad enough you had to sit through 2 minute ads - it was the least he could do.

This is how you now found yourself sucking Jungkook off - the same man you had been dodging ever since the pair of you met. He gave off fuck boy vibes and the last thing you needed was that in your life - until you actually did need Jungkook. The irony.

Jungkook watches with hooded eyes at the beautiful sight of you. You had now grasped the length of his cock and began to pump him, focusing more on the tip of his head. He was glad the two of you were alone - seeing as you didn’t even have the decency to take him to your room and insisted on doing this on the couch. But Jungkook wasn’t a picky person - he prayed for times such as this. You were the play hard to get type and one thing he enjoyed was the chase. 

Jungkook places a hand on the back of your head and thrusts lighty into your mouth, groaning as he does so. You allowed it. You laid your tongue flat, eyes flickering up to watch his expression. Satisfaction bubbled deep inside of you at the sight of his lust-filled expression. Dark hooded eyes, gasping lips.

“I waited, fuck…so long for this.” Jungkook groans, pumping inside of your mouth a little faster. His thumb caresses your cheek. “I told you that I’d have you one day, didn’t I?” he says smugly. 

You groan a response, throat vibrating against his cock. That bastard, you thought. Jungkook did - he told you that one day your “play hard to get” act would crumble and when it did, he’d be there. But this couldn’t count - right? You were doing this for the greater good, after all. You had shows to watch and Jungkook just so happened to be the one that had a premium account.

You feel the tip of Jungkook’s cock tickling the back of your throat, testing to see how far you’d let him go. There’s a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and it drips slowly down your chin. Your mouth was heavy - wet and warm and inviting. You were determined to make him cum and he was determined to do just that. 

Jungkook’s hand grips your hair - you moan at the sensation. He pumps just a little faster, your slurps and gagging hitting his ears and he moans at just how filthy you were for him. 

“I’m about to cum.” Jungkook groans. His free hand wipes away a lone tear that releases from your eye. “You okay?” he asks, slowing his thrusts.

Your response was to bring him deeper into your mouth, blinking up at him. You slap his thigh harshly and that was all the permission he needed to fuck your throat. He shudders, feeling his toes curl. It didn’t help that your teary eyes watched his every move - and Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Even now while he took control, you remain just as stubborn; challenging him. “F-Fuck…” Jungkook grunts. “W-Where do I cum?”

Jungkook wants to slap himself, forgetting that you can’t exactly respond to him. But he’s unsure if cumming inside of your mouth would be too intimate - but then again, you could always spit it out and he would be fine with that. 

You gag, feeling your throat swell with the warm, salty substance. You inhale through your nose and moan. “L-Let me find-” Jungkook watches as you swallow and lick your lips - he feels his cheeks redden and his heart thump.

You wipe your eyes of the pathetic tears and hum. “Don’t get big headed.” you hiss.

Jungkook smirks and bats his eyelashes. “Never.” he says. “I already made you a profile on my hulu account.”

You watch as Jungkook takes out his phone to show you the account and like state, he did make you your own profile. You snort at the name - stargirl. “I’ll text you the information to get into it.”

You place your hands onto his thighs. Your eyes lower to his cock - it wasn’t completely erect, but it wasn’t softening, either. 

“I was told I would get peacock and hbo max.” you say to him. You didn’t want to tell him that you were wet and wanted to ride him, his head was already big enough. 

“I have hbo max as an add on with hulu.” Jungkook responds, eyes darkening at the thought of feeling you. 

“Hm. That’s too bad.” you tilt your head. “I wanted to ride you.”

“I can add disney.” Jungkook responds far too quickly, mentally cursing at how desperate he appeared.

Smirking, you nod your head. “Deal.”

Jungkook’s eyes are wide when you lift from your knees and kick off your shorts, panties flying with them. He’s erect once more at the sight of your slick trailing down your thighs. Your thighs trap him beneath you as you center yourself on him. “I’m not on any birth control.”

Jungkook gulps. His hands place themselves firmly on your hips. “I can pull out.” he nods. “Unless you want another streaming service as payment for me cumming inside of you.” he jokes - unless…

Jungkook smirks at you and you could only glare. You sit down on him completely and wipe the smirk from his lips. Your hands grip his shoulders as you begin to pound on him. It doesn’t take time for the entire sitting room is filled with your moans mixed with Jungkooks as well as skin slapping.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Jungkook murmurs, inching closer to capture your lips with his own. You never said anything against kissing is his defense.

You deepen the kiss, grinding against him. “Says the man who hasn’t stopped moaning since we started.”

Jungkook chuckles and does just that. His hands trail from your hips, to your thighs and upwards towards your breast. He grips both of your clothed breasts into his palms. “Pussy feels so good, I can’t help myself.”

You swallow your own moan back. You can’t let him know his words turn you on - he would never let you live it down. It’s bad enough you were fucking him for streaming services.

You shifted yourself, your feet firmly against the couch. You looked into his eyes as you began to bounce on him once more, satisfied that the man below you was a moaning mess - and broke eye contact first. His eyes begin to roll at the new found pleasure.

You decided that you wouldn’t hide your own pleasure anymore. Jungkook was big and this position only meant that his cock was hitting the right spot each time. 

“I know it feels good, baby.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality - and so does his thumb upon your clit. His thumb rubs hastily on it, enjoying the way your pussy tightens around his cock.

“It does.” Maybe you were growing weak - but only because it did feel good. That, and the way Jungkook’s voice grows deeper and more sultry as he speaks is an added turn on. 

“What happened to the playing hard to get girl I know?” Jungkook’s now thrusting upwards inside of you to meet you halfway.

You clench around him. “Fuck you.” you murmur.

“I intend to.” Jungkook manages to laugh, his thumb leaving your clit to hook beneath your thighs. He continues where you left off, stamina unmatched. He pounds into you with such need - as if this was what he had been waiting for for who knows how long.

Your arms wrap around his neck and allow him the control - just this once. Jungkook’s reveling in your submission, murmuring dirty words in your ears as he fucks you. You were so wet - slick gripping out of you and onto his thighs - that he knew neither of you would last long.

You bite your lip when you feel Jungkook’s hands on your ass. He squeezes it with such need, moaning beautifully in your ears as his thrusts turn sloppy. “Where do I cum?” he asks suddenly.

“Anywhere.” was your response.

Jungkook took your lack of direction as a sign. His fingers lean down from your ass to find your clit once more. He toys with it as he thrusts, hellbent on making sure you cum right along with him. He wasn’t going to last - not with the way you were squeezing his cock right now.

“S-Shit!” you hiss, feeling yourself come undone right as Jungkook pulls out of you, cum leaking on your ass.

Jungkook leans against the couch and pants. There was no way he was going to leave you alone after this - but that’s okay because he knows you’ll close up once more and play that game you’ve been playing. Jungkook loved the chase and deep down, so do you.

Ungodly Hour (2)

You’re encouraged by Chaeyoung, your roommate, to use Jungkook thirst for you to your advantage. Part 1

Word Count: 2.314

Warning: smut, dirty talking, thirsty jk as always, also simp jk, facesitting, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, semi-rough sex, jimin and mc are friendemies,

“Bitch.” Jimin murmurs beneath his breath as he passes you and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“So sassy.” you quip, a smirk forming onto your lips.

“Don’t listen to him.” Jungkook pipes in, holding two cases of water bottles in his arms. You furrow a brow, eyes admiring (in secret) how the veins on his arms pulse. “He’s just mad he had to help bring the groceries in.”

Jimin drops a few bags against your kitchen table and rolls his eyes. “I was promised breakfast. Instead I’m walking up three flights of stairs to put food in your kitchen.”

Jungkook scoffs, placing your water gently by the other two packs already on the ground inside the kitchen. Chaeyoung is excited, already putting away the groceries Jungkook - generously - provided. The cabinets were already full enough and she hadn’t even made it to the fridge or freezer. She could kiss Jungkook for the month supply of food - but you were already repaying him.

“Sucks to suck.” you shrug your shoulders when Jimin passed you again with even more bags. 

“You would know a lot about sucking.” Jimin retorts. 

“You want to fuck me so bad, Jimin.” you laugh and the comment catches Jimin completely off guard. He flushes, but you don’t want to tease the man any more.“You’re just upset, Jungkook  kicked you off of his account.” you cross your arms, and this struck a nerve in Jimin.

It was a month ago when Jimin had texted you - getting your number from Chaeyoung - just to tell you that you were everything but a civilized human being. Why? Because you had complained to Jungkook that whenever you were watching something, Jimin also was. And that meant - to satiate you - Jungkook had removed Jimin’s devices from his account and changed the passwords.

“I was binge watching The Real Housewives!” Jimin snaps. “But I suppose pussy is worth our friendship.” the man crosses his arms, eyes glancing at Jungkook. 

“You’ll get your breakfast.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. He rummages through his sweats and grabs his wallet. He hands Jimin a black card. 

“It’s the least you could do.” Jimin glances your way and rolls his own eyes. He leaves without a second word and all you could do is giggle.

“Do you have anything planned today? Classes?”

You shake your head. You were completely free today and have done so to repay Jungkook for his generous donation.

Jungkook nods. His eyes glance to Chaeyoung who is still happily organizing the insane amount of groceries. She’s humming to herself with a grin on her lips. 

“When is she leaving?” Jungkook murmurs, a red tint on his cheeks. He doesn’t want to come across as desperate - but that’s exactly what he was. He had replied far too fast to your tweet (and of course he would, he had your notifications on, afterall) and raced to the Supermarket first thing in the morning. 

You stroll towards Jungkook. You wrap your arms around his waist and knit your brows. “I can’t kick Chae out. She lives here, too.”

Jungkook nods, defeated. “We can watch a movie-”

“No.” Chaeyoung calls from the kitchen opening. “I’ll put my airpods in and put the rest of the groceries away. Don’t let me stop you from fucking his brains out.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, flushing even a deeper shade of red. Chaeyoung speaks as if Jungkook isn’t there, her eyes solely on you. “Make sure you go multiple rounds. He bought everything name-brand!”

Jungkook tilts his head. 

“Let’s go!” you sing-song, grasping his hand to race towards your room. You open the door and close it behind you and Jungkook. 

“You guys must’ve been starving.” Jungkook jokes, his hands immediately on you. 

“A little.” you murmur, capturing your lips with his own. Kissing could be considered intimate, but at this stage, you were fucking Jungkook for about anything and for nothing. Sometimes you two weren’t even doing that - you watched movies together, studied whenever needed and just enjoyed each other's company. 

“Why didn’t you ask sooner?” Jungkook presses open mouth kisses upon the skin of your neck. He’s already dipping his hands beneath your pajama shorts to feel your ass.

“Just got on birth control.” you respond when he pulls your shorts off of you completely. You fall onto your bed. “Decided to use it to my advantage.”

Jungkook groans, hovering above you. That means that this didn’t have to be a one time thing - he could cum in you as much as you’d let him. “You don’t need to do anything for me, you know?” Jungkook lifts your shirt from your head, discarding it to the side. Your breasts fall freely and he’s already pressing kisses upon them. He does the same to his shirt soon after. “I don’t mind buying you things.”

You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer. You never want to admit that his words get to you. Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his good heart (and dick) for making you feel things you weren’t suppose to feel outside of sex .

“You must waste so much money on all these girls.” you attempt to sound unbothered by his words. His tongue is already swirling your nipple with his thumb pinching the other. “Fucking s-simp.” he’s grinding against your heat, the friction perfect.

“You know you’re the only one that has access to me.” Jungkook pops your nipple from his mouth. He proceeds to lick, eyes flickering to you. You press yourself tighter against his clothed cock, grinding against it. 

“I don’t.” You do - but it does something to you to hear him say it. Maybe it was an ego thing - a pride. It makes your head big just knowing that Jungkook would do anything you asked and expected next to nothing in return.

“You do, Y/N. You know you’re my girl.” Even if the agreement was to keep things completely sexual, to everyone but the two of you, this was a relationship. You hung out outside of sex far too often for this to be a regular friend with benefit type of situation - but it was like the blind leading the blind. “You wanna sit on my face?”

You nod your head hastily. In seconds, Jungkook was beneath you, tugging your underwear off so you could sit on him like he asked. The first time he requested it, you felt indifferent. You never sat directly on anyone before and you were afraid to suffocate him. However, Jungkook insisted and since then, sitting on his face has been your (and his) favorite position to try.

Jungkook isn’t the one to waste time. He’s suckling onto your clit with ease, hands gripping your thighs in place. He loves it more when you grind against his tongue - he enjoys watching you tremble with pleasure. He has the perfect view of not only your leaking pussy, but your breast and your beautiful face. It was the perfect position for him.

You were a truthful person - you’d give Jungkook his flowers. The man is insanely attractive and whenever you sat on his face, you could never last too long. Jungkook always insisted on watching you - he stated he loved the way you always crumbled for him. How you’d moan while grinding against his tongue.

It’s what Jungkook’s doing now. He locks his eyes with yours. He clenches your thighs as an unspoken response. 

“S-Stop looking at me.” you whine. You lift your hips, but Jungkook doesn’t allow it. He pulls you back down against his tongue.

“You’re always so stubborn.” Jungkook muffles between your legs. He’s flicking his tongue between your folds. “I know you’re about to cum, baby. Stop being so embarrassed.”

You mentally groan because of course there it was. That word. Jungkook knew how to fluster you - if he meant to do it or not. 

“Fine.” you grumble.

Jungkook slaps your thigh. “Now ride my face.” he says. He closes his eyes to not further fluster you, even if he did want to watch you cum right in front of him. 

You do as you’re told, grinding your hips against his tongue. Jungkook holds you in place, silently encouraging you to continue. You can feel the familiar bubble deep in your stomach and your hips pick up the pace. You release a deep moan, eyes fluttering close.

Jungkook takes a peek at you, feeling his cock twitch. So beautiful you were. He could watch you like this for as long as you’d let him.

Jungkook knows you’re going to cum once your moans become high pitched and your hips jerk. He doesn’t take his eyes off of your face as you come undone, his cock basically begging for a release.

You feel tired when you move yourself from Jungkook’s lips. You fall against your bed with a sigh.

Licking his lips, Jungkook hovers above you. “Tired?”

You nod your head. “A little.” you always were after cumming on his tongue. It was inevitable. 

Jungkook nods. “You hungry? I can…make us something?”

You groan once more. There he was again being nice and doing things to your heart that he wasn’t supposed to do.

“You can after you cum inside of me.”

It’s hard to ignore the bulge in Jungkook’s sweats.

“You sure. It’s okay-”

You slap Jungkook’s chest, interrupting his speech. “Shut the fuck up, Jungkook.” you hiss. “You’re too nice.”

Jungkook snickers. “You want me to be an insensitive asshole?” Yes you did. It made things easier. You told yourself (and Chaeyoung) that you wouldn’t fall for this nice boy act and become far too gone. He made it hard. Offering to make you cum was different than cooking for you.

“You do.” Jungkook hums. “Is that some type of kink?”

“Fuck you.” you hiss. “Maybe I just want you to be a little rough sometimes.”

Jungkook smirks, understanding your tone. You were closing yourself off because you were flustered - and the only way for you to calm yourself was to insult him.

“If that’s what you wanted, it’s all you had to say, baby.” Jungkook pushes his sweats down and kicks it off. His bulge is entirely too huge inside his underwear. “I’d do whatever you ask me to do.”

Shit. There he was again. Jungkook knew what he was doing.

“Turn around.” Jungkook slaps your thigh. “Since you want to be treated like a whore, I'll do just that.”

You may have turned entirely too quickly, but you couldn’t help it. 

Jungkook positions himself at your entrance. “Let me know if I’m too rough, okay?”

“Stop being a pussy.”

Jungkook only chuckles. 

Jungkook then enters you, you’re so wet that you take him far too easily. He begins his pace brutally, pushing your face down into your pillows. He keeps one hand tangled into your hair while the other grips your hips.

This was new. No, Jungkook wasn’t technically vanilla. He could be rough when needed - but this? This was a new side of Jungkook that has you clenching around him. With each thrust, he hits a nerve, sending you more and more over the edge. 

“No back talk?” Jungkook huffs, cracking his hips to fuck into you deeper. 

You want to tell Jungkook to go fuck himself, but then he pulls your hair back in a way that has you whimpering for more. 

“You always insist on being a bitch.” Jungkook releases your hair to wrap his arms around you. You feel his lips upon your neck, his hips never halting their abusive thrusts.

“But even if you are a bitch, you know I love it.”

“S-Shut up.” you whimper.

Jungkook doesn’t. Instead, he flips you onto your back so he can watch you while he fucks you. 

“No.” Jungkook spits, continuing the same brutal pace. He has your knees touching your shoulders, the new position allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before. “You don’t like it when I'm nice to you. You want me to treat you like some whore.”

Your eyes are rolling now. There’s no way Jungkook could be fucking you entirely this good that you’re unable to form words.

“But you aren’t some whore to me, Y/N. You know you’re still my girl.” Jungkook places a kiss upon your cheek. “So I’ll treat you like a bitch in heat now, then I’ll cook for us, yeah?”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for your response. He leans back and places his thumb upon your clit. He begins to rub, determined to make you cum again.

You’re stuttering, jerking away from Jungkook, the overstimulation completely unbearable. 

“Stop running, isn’t this what you wanted?”

So pretty, Jungkook thinks. You could be a bitch sometimes, but it’s what he likes about you. He enjoys the playful bickering he entertains and your feisty attitude. He enjoys it even more when he does entertain you in these little games you play just for you to lose at your own game - much like how you were now.

Jungkook’s thrusts are sloppy once you cum, a twitching mess beneath him. Your eyes are rolling and you’re no longer trying to hide your moans.

Jungkook presses his lips against yours, grunting into it while he gives one last thrust. His cum shoots inside of you, coating your warm walls.

It takes a few minutes for Jungkook to lay beside you. He feels just as tired as you must’ve felt earlier, panting low to himself.

“You still hungry?”

Your eyelids are fluttering closed, suddenly heavy. “Sleepy.” you murmur, laying your head against Jungkook's chest. 

Jungkook wraps an arm around you. “You’re also so cuddly after a good fucking.” he teases. 

“Fuck you.”

“I will after our nap.” Jungkook laughs. “We have all day for me to turn you into my little twinkie-”

Your body heats up and you slap Jungkook’s chest, but once again, all he does is laugh.