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quiet kisses
synopsis:
it’s hard keeping a secret from your seven-year-old son, especially if it’s your relationship with his uncle jimin, your best friend for as long as your remember and someone who only recently did you begin dating. or alternatively, the one where you and jimin do it in the room next to your son’s with the hopes that you’ll be quiet enough to not get caught.
pairing: jimin x reader
word count: 4.5k
rating: 18+
content: fluff | best friends to lovers au | established relationship au | kinda secret relationship au | ft. flight attendant!jimin
warning/s: smut (this fic is peak pwp lmao) | swearing | mild dirty talk | switch!jimin | oral sex (f. + m. receiving) | handjob | fingering | breast play | finger sucking | nipple sucking | top!reader | unprotected sex (this is fiction y’all always be safe!!) | basically trying and failing to be quiet during sex 🥴
✎ author’s note: again, i have no words for what goes through my mind sometimes i- sksks though as always,,, pls let me know what you think !!
“Uncle Jimin!” your son runs towards Jimin as he enters your home, Jimin kneeling down so that he can greet Jihoon with the same level of enthusiasm, momentarily dropping the paper bags he was holding so he can hug him back.
“Hey there, buddy.” He chuckles.
“How was Italy, Uncle?” Jihoon asks immediately as he pulls away. “Did you eat lots of pizzas? And pastas and—”
“Woah, woah, you might be forgetting that I went there for a job, kiddo, and not for a vacation.” Jimin grins. “I barely got out of the hotel even—but yeah, I got to taste a legit pizza, I’ll give you that.”
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𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 | 𝘬𝘵𝘩
⇥ pairing: quadruplet!taehyung x reader
⇥ genre: crack, smut
⇥ summary: in which the reader lives next door to taehyung… and his three brothers. she doesn’t realize they’re quadruplets until it’s just a little too late.
⇥ word count: 7.5k
⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing/dirty talk, alcohol, general chaotic energy [as usual], one hard dom!taehyung and three soft dom!taehyungs, sub!reader, pet name: kitten, smut (breast worship, oral [f receiving], bondage, spanking, slight degrading name-calling during sex, mention of daddy kink, ownership kink, four taehyungs lovin’ on the **READER** [***NOT EACH OTHER***])
⇥ beta’d by: the lovely phia (@meowxyoong) and the cutie ally (@ally-127), and read over by the iconic heath (@shadowsremedy)
The Kim Quadruplets:
Mic Drop!Tae as “V” Boy With Luv!Tae as “Vante” Pied Piper!Tae as “Hansung” ON!Tae as “Taehyung”
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petal to the metal ✿ jjk
✿ pairing: jewelry-maker jungkook x florist reader
✿ genre: idiots to lovers, fluff, slight bits of crack and angst
✿ summary: every sunday, the farmers’ market took place in the center of town. vendors from near and far traveled to sell their crafts, their produce, their teas. as the local florist, you figured that running a booth each weekend would boost your business and bring in new clients. at least, those were your reasons in the beginning. but, now? now, you returned just for the handsome jewelry-maker whose booth was next to yours.
✿ word count: 7k
✿ warnings: pg15, slight innuendo, mention of alcohol, noona!reader, mutual pining, memes, vmin as teen prom dates, chaotic 2seok + joon as jk’s bandmates, scheming yoongi as reader’s assistant, sweetheart jungkook tries his best but doesn’t succeed, one (1) make out scene uwu
✿ beta’d by: the gracious phia @meowxyoong
✿ banner by: the talented queen of banner-making maggie @kimtaehyunq
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Grain of Sand | jjk
Genre: smut x fluff x established relationship x slice of life Pairing: blind!jjk x reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: cunnilingus, (light) ass play, fingering, jungkook fucks you against the kitchen sink so i guess that can be a warning, creampie Summary: Blind since the age of 18 from a genetic disorder, Jungkook walked through life as if he never lost it, but on one fateful day seven years ago he literally almost runs into you. He fell in love nearly immediately. Fast forward to the present and it’s just another day in your quiet life with him by your side.
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all the good girls go to hell
— synopsis: The Angels made a deal with Jeon Jungkook, the son of Lucifer, to help them bring Y/n back to her good, prim and proper self. Even though Jungkook grants the atrocious plan, he leaves a lesson that no one should give their trust to a wicked devil like him.
↳ pairing: jungkook x f. reader
↳ genre: smut, very slight angst if you squint hard enough
↳ rating: m/18+
↳ word count: 10k
↳ warnings: religious themes, heaven and hell, angels, devils (this fic is not a correct representation of these figures and is purely fictional), alcohol intake, cursing, hard dom jk, daddy! jk, fingering, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, squirting, unprotected sex, breathplay, spanking, face fucking, filthy dirty talk, rough sex, jungkook and his demon cock ehe
a/n: title is inspired by billie eilish’s song all the good girls go to hell. her title inspired me to write this fic! please ignore if you find any errors <3
“You’re not good enough.”
“You look so pathetic, really.”
“Can you at least try to look hot?”
“This is why no one likes you.”
These words will forever haunt you until the day you die.
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“Ah, Mr. Kim” (M)
pairing: ceo!Jungkook x secretary!reader
genre: smut/18+ only!; CEO au
wc: 3.7k
warnings: cursing, dress code violations, hr!namjoon, soft!dom kook, sub!reader, subspace (reader), spanking, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), squirting, I think that’s it?
date: July 1, 2020
Namjoon sat in his office, his coffee mug in his hands as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on his mahogany desk. He was sleepy, hoping the coffee would give him a push in fully waking up before the day officially began.
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RESPECT ✩ namgi
✩ as part of @btswritingcafe‘s mots: 7 collab ✩
✩ pairing: king namjoon x witch reader x king yoongi
✩ genre: soulmate au, fantasy au, angst, smut, fluff, a sprinkle of crack
✩ summary: in a land where the only openly acceptable magic is intrinsic soulmate bonds, what is a lowly witch to do when she is called upon by not just one king but two?
✩ word count: 7.1k
✩ warnings: 18+, cursing, magic, societal oppression, mention of snakes, reader has hella trust issues, begging, general cheesy fluff, smut [dom!reader, dom!namjoon, switch!yoongi, threesome (duh), throne sex (yuh), yoongi gets taken to paris and then the reader gets double teamed (aka double penetration)]
✩ beta’d by: the MAGNIFICENT phia @meowxyoong
✩ banner by: the ILLUSTRIOUS danica @dee-ehn
Magic danced at your fingertips as you summoned ingredients from the shelves behind you. You had been brewing this potion for hours - a tedious and tumultuous process that always accompanied the crafting of wolfsbane. It was a badly kept secret that you supplied the temporary suppressant along with a variety of other magical remedies, spells, and an occasional curse or two.
There were - of course - limits on what you would provide. You did not take too kindly to townspeople that asked for dark spells or soulmate switches. Your fellow magical and supernatural folk in the kingdom of Meridian were ostracized enough as it was by the majority of the wealthier classes. To add on to your bad reputation would be a foolish endeavor.
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okay, bloomer ❃ myg
❃ pairing: floral assistant/rapper!yoongi x reader
❃ genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, slight crack, light angst and smut
❃ summary: spin-off sequel to ‘petal to the metal’; in which the reader visits a flower shop on her way home from work to treat herself to a flower and then keeps returning just to interact with the shop’s cute tsundere floral assistant. the last thing she expects is to see him ~spitting hot fire~ and looking hot as sin at her friend’s music event. how is she supposed to get flowers in peace now?
❃ word count: 10.2k
❃ warnings: 18+, cursing, violent imagery, mansplaining, tattooed and pierced yoongi, jealousy, mention of drinking, lots of sass, yoongi is soft as hell, rapping, jungkook being an idiot, smut [biting, blindfolding, bondage, sensory play, oral (f + m receiving), unprotected sex (WRAP IT), slight dom/sub themes, yoongi and reader are swiches, dirty talk, workplace sex]
❃ beta’d by: the amazing and gorgeous phia @meowxyoong
❃ banner by: the iconic and beautiful danica @dee-ehn
❃ commissioned by: my angel bby sweetheart jess @floralsuga UWU ILY AND I HOPE U LOVE THIS YOONGI AS MUCH AS I DO!!!!
The first time you enter the flower shop, it’s on a whim after a particularly bad day at work. You stomp down the street towards your apartment stewing over how Darryl can go screw himself as far as you are concerned. You almost flipped your desk today after the fifth time he tried to explain your own job to you.
It’s like you haven’t been working at the graphic design firm for over three years and know all there is to know about typography and how it reads on book covers. You knew the moment your boss paired you with Darryl for this assignment, you were going to be in for a bumpy ride. You just didn’t expect the bumps to be of Mount Everest proportions.
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Brothers Conflict
◈ Summary: Your father marrying, and you suddenly having to live under the same roof with seven step brothers was a royal mess or so you had thought, Because them falling in love with you was so much worse. Or was it?
◈ Genre: Romance, Fluff, Humour, Smut and maybe a little angst. (PG-18) (step brother AU)
◈ Pairings: OT7 x Reader (final pairing: will be decided by readers, could also be ot7)
◈ CHAPTER ONE
WC: 2585
Warnings: Curse Words (sfw)
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Your eyes take in the humongous structure in front of you, and you try your best to not look too awestruck. You aren’t sure how well that works out, considering you can hear your best friend muffling her laugh beside you, but you don’t bother to turn and check.
‘Pretty sure this isn’t the last time this is going to happen either.' You think, as you bite your lower lip and wipe your sweaty hands over the denim of your jeans.
“Girl, you scored a jackpot.” Sunmi teases, her angelic yet somehow demonic at the same time, giggle following close after.
You, in response side eye her and choose not to reply. What would you even say? Depending on who answers, the reply would differ anyways.
Though you still aren’t sure what your answer would be.
Till a week ago you were just a 20-year-old university student, who while technically was said to be living with her father, at the end of the day virtually lived alone.
Your father is a famous adventurer. You don’t know what that term entails precisely, but too scared of the possible connotations that it might bring forth, you avoid letting your curiosity run too deep.
You think some part of it involves climbing and hiking mountains though.
Has to be.
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Crybaby - 3 (m)
— synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you don’t fucking care.
alt: Jungkook doesn’t want to leave you.
↳ pairing: jungkook x reader
↳ genre: smut, fluff
↳ rating: r-18/18+
↳ word count: 12k
↳ warnings: the usual dom!jk x sub! reader, ddlg themes, reader is small in height, degrading terms, he’s aggressive this chapter YIKES, jungkook gets turned on seeing you cry, manhandling, uses of rope and a vibrator, kinky sex, size kink, multiple orgasms, rough intercourse, jk’s a sadist, throat fucking, dirty talk, teasing, very possessive jk, and aftercare!!! there’s also some tooth melting fluff to (hopefully) balance everything out ;)
A/n: Before anything else, I want to repeat saying that everything written here is purely fictional, consensual, and doesn’t mirror the mentioned artists’ personality in real life.
Jungkook thinks you’re the most adorable person in the entire world.
“How did you even fall in love with me?” you ask innocently, resting your head on his lap as you both let Edward Scissorhands play in the background. You didn’t even want to watch it in the first place but of course, a little bit of his desperate ‘please’ and puppy eyes always wins your meek heart.
He wraps his hand around your jaw, leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly. Giggling from the sudden impromptu kiss, you feel his soft, supple lips fondle with your own so gingerly. His grip on you tightens before he pulls away with a smirk, noticing the blush on your cheeks.
“So suddenly, baby?” Jungkook mutters as he feeds you a spoonful of Reese’s ice cream he holds in one hand. Looking down at your endearing face, he replies, “Don’t you remember our arcade date? That’s when I confessed my love to you.”
“Yeah, but…” you ponder, “Did you plan it all along?”
Jungkook shuts his eyes before giggling, his dimples peeking through his cheeks. Watching black strands of hair fall down right in front of his eyes as you gaze at him in confusion. Jungkook just sits there. “Well, there’s this exact moment when I knew that I just had to make you mine.”
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Luminous
☼ Pairing: Jimin x reader
☼ Genre: tentacle monster!Jimin, some fluff, smut, mostly just pwp
☼ Count: 9k
☼ Warnings: 18+, public sex (no ones around but they’re on the beach), tentacles (kind of a given), big dick jimin, manhandling, lots of cum, some cumplay, creampie, cum inflation/belly bulge (not a whole lot, just a small bump) unprotected sex, restraints, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tit fucking, thigh fucking, oral (m recieving), deep throating, anal, double penatration, minor nipple play, praise kink, mating cycles, slight impreg kink
☼ Summary: The Busan summer festival is your favorite event of the year. You like all the food and things to do, but your favorite part is watching the fireworks at the end of the night, gathered with friends and family. It’s fun and joyous. Except this year you’re spending it without them. So you find a secluded spot on the beach to watch alone. Except… you might not be as alone as you thought you were out here.
☼ a/n: This was written for Sol’s (jamaisjoons) collab event ‘The Summer Bucketlist’ and my prompt was ‘watching fireworks.’ Uhhh this idea was originally very different and then I started thinking about tentacles and now here we are 🥴🥴🥴 Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙
☼ Banner made by the absolutely amazing @jamaisjoons (who did such wonderful work on it and I hope the fic lives up to the beautiful banner she made me 💕💕💕)
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Our ‘Get Along’ Shirt - pjm
⇢ another day, another endless round of you and Jimin bickering. It’s never ending, all-consuming, and your friends have had enough. Namjoon decides to end it once and for all - with help from a shirt for squabbling toddlers.
Genre/warnings: smut, 18+! ‘enemies’-to-lovers, swearing, semi-public smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, honestly at this point a sweat kink, multiple orgasms, light choking, some spitting, unprotected sex, creampie.
Words: 14.2k lol
A/N: well hello! I’m back baby, and to celebrate i had to exorcise some Jimin demons. Did i talk about him sweating a lot? Yes. Did i use my favourite pic of him for the header? Also yes. Don’t @ me, i already know. I hope you enjoy!!!
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— Dairy Kink (m)
↳ word count; 7.3k
↳ paring; jimin x reader
↳ genre; smut 18+ | college au, fast food worker au
↳ summary; you’ve always had a bad sweet tooth, and perhaps that’s why you find yourself at your local dairy queen at odd hours of the night. fortunately, it seems like a specific worker always has the night shifts.
↳ warnings; eating ice cream in a very suggestive way, very bad work(place) ethics, smut, dom jimin, sub reader, food play (please don’t drizzle chocolate sauce on your puthy I guarantee you will not have a good time), temperature play?, breast play, oral (m & f receiving), throat fucking, fingering, hair pulling, rough sex, semi public sex, cum eating, cum play, unprotected (wrap it b4 you tap it), Jimin is frustrated™, what is this
↳ thank you @kigurumu for the gorgeous banner!!
↳ a/n: this is a whole mess and I literally have no excuse. it’s probably bc i’m a mess but whatever lmfaooo here you go, the DQ worker jimin smut nobody asked for! enjoy : )
You have a bad habit.
Coffee is what fuels you through your day, (how else would you survive 8 am and 10 am lectures?) but as soon as the skies begin to darken and you’re arriving home from work, you crave something else. It’s sweet and cold, melts against your tongue, you can eat it by itself or with sauces and those chocolate pieces that you love so much.
Your sweet tooth kicks in when you’re tired, and more often than not you give into the temptation of sweets. All things considered, being close to a strip mall did have its downsides. You have access to a variety of fast food places which you pass by on your way back to your apartment. Unfortunately, you could never turn your head away from a specific one - much to your wallets dismay.
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Proper Training -> knj (hybrid!au)
— synopsis: Namjoon was not expecting such a random hybrid crying at his doorstep on a rainy night. After learning more about you and your past, he was determined to help such a precious little one like you. Perhaps you just needed some proper guidance and training.
↳ pairing: Namjoon x kitten hybrid f.reader
↳ genre: fluff/angst/smut
↳ rating: 18+
↳ word count: 9.5k
↳ warnings: tw/ partner abuse (please bear with me that all of this is fanfiction and I do not tolerate anything like this in real life), degrading terms/namecalling, breeding kink, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, pain kink, cunnilingus, etc.
The discreet sound of leather shoes clicking against the floor made your tail lower in desperation to find a place to hide. You whimper to herself, panicking. The living room was filled with mess, scattered pillows and the carpet spilled with milk. Although you were proud of the chaos you’ve created, you were awfully afraid of your his reaction.
You crawl underneath a side table where a lamp was placed, hugging your knees tight to your chest as you sit on your white, tucked-in tail. Your poor ears were tugged down in dismay.
“Come out, come out wherever you are!” Your master declares, his cold, chilling voice causing you to mewl. You croon your face in between your knees, bottom lip quivering in fear.
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we’re not really strangers | pjm
summary: We’re Not Really Strangers is a purpose-driven card game and movement all about empowering meaningful connections. Three carefully crafted levels of questions and wildcards that allow you to deepen your existing relationships and create new ones. Ready?
or alternatively,
your furtive infatuation with your lifelong best friend proves to be hard to suppress when there’s (1) alcohol involved and (2) a card game that forces you to reveal more about yourself than you could ever wish for. in short, no, you are not ready.
[friends to lovers!au]
pairing: jimin x reader
genre: fluff, crack, slight angst
word count: 8.7k
warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, two emotionally constipated best friend, PG-15
A/N: hi, i’ve been really excited about this fic for a while, and i’m genuinely so happy that i finally finished it! the card game is in fact real and i got inspired for this fic after i had played the game with a couple of friends myself. AHEM! @koushiningg ! we both cried and i do highly recommend to play it! but anyways, i hope you enjoy this fic because i had a lot of fun writing it! sending love always… jumi out!
EDIT: @bangtans-peaceful-piegon i’d also like to thank the lovely pidge for beta reading this 4 me as well! PIDGE I FUCKIN LOB U!!!
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Not once in your life did you ever imagine a simple card game to become the bane of your existence.
Yet Park Jimin was able to prove you wrong.
Let’s play ‘We’re Not Really Strangers’ he said. It’ll be fun, he said.
You stare down at the card in front of you—everything else in your periphery was blurry in vision and you can audibly pinpoint the erratic beating of your heart.
The card was practically taunting you, laughing in your face. It was as if there was a sentient being in the room who was aware of your own subconscious and the not so latent feelings you had for the boy sitting in front of you.
Same said being loved to constantly place you in a state of trepidation concerning your current situation—your blood pressure skyrocketing—nearly feeling the muscular pink thing inside of you thrusting itself against your ribcage.
The white card with crimson red writing made sure to leave an impact, making you feel the most ridiculed you’ve felt all night which says a lot—leaving your mind in a complete frenzy although you refused to let it be known.
And so you sat there. Fiddling the card in between your fingers, feigning nonchalance. You were very much on the brink of cracking your facade—your sanity practically crumbling as the minutes ticked by. You didn’t think you’d last this long to be honest. Yet an hour and a half proved to be way too straining on your body, especially your heart.
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the honeytrap | myg
⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 what can you do when your bees aren’t producing the amount of honey they should be? ask your neighbour, the honeybee king, for help of course! 〞hybrid au. neighbour au.
❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: fuckboy honeybee!yoongi x amateur beekeeper reader
❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut ⋆ pwp ⋆ crack
❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 7k
⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, dirty talk, pussy eating, pussy slapping, fingering, cum eating, cock sucking, praise, degradation (we love and stan a king who can do both), face fucking, deepthroating, throat bulge?, choking (with hands), slight breath play, gagging, cum swallowing, lots of cum LIKE A LOT, our favourite honeyboi has honey flavoured cum, rough sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies, cumshot, cumplay, feeding of cum
➵ 𝑎/𝑛: this is was lowkey crack hnnnnn,,, i swear i stood in the shower and laughed at this plot for a good 5 minutes before then laughing to @countrysundae while face timing her. so here we are, with a honeybee hybrid!yoongi for our favourite honeyboy,,,, im surprised no one has written him as a bee hybrid before, at least I personally haven’t come across any!
⟶ @honeymoonjin and @guksthighs honorary tags because this is sora’s first hybrid au that she’s gona feral for and jess because she supports sora’s bee flying out of puthy thoughts she wanted to witness yoongi’s honey cum yum yum
⇥ inspired by the bee movie because i’m a crackhead and also @ironicarmy who mentioned yoongi helping soothe vocalist!yn’s throat with honey and @strawbxxymilk who mentioned yoongi having honey tasting cum yum yum
⇥ unedited because i’m a trash gremlin
⏤ Part of The Cursed Series.
Stepping into your beehive, you look around at all the wooden bee boxes. Little fluffy bees bumble around the areas, flittering over the wildflowers planted nearby before turning to their artificial nests. With a soft smile and dressed in your protective bee suit, you walk over to one of the bee boxes before opening it. Pulling out a honeycomb, you inspect the little prismatic hexagonal cell.
“Damn. Again?” you mutter to yourself as you run your fingers over the comb, feeling the mostly empty ridges. Your bees hadn’t produced enough honey once again.
With a little pout, you turn to the bees buzzing about. None of it made sense to you. They are thriving. You are sure of it from the amount of flowers that are around and being readily pollinated by your bees. You can tell from the new little shoots that were sprouting sporadically over the grounds. Sure, you are fairly new to being a beekeeper, and you are by no means commercial or an expert, but surely that shouldn’t be a reason your bees aren’t performing well.
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Love Shop (M)
pairing: jungkook x f. reader
genre: fluff, smut 18+ only, slight angst, semi-sex work au (you’ll see)
wc: 23k
warnings: cursing, some angst, pet names, jk is 25, making out, dry humping, thigh-highs, pantie fetish, masturbation (m and f), hair pulling, marking (hickeys, scratching, biting, bruising), dirty talk, fingering (f. receiving), jk cums in his pants, impreg kink mention, spanking, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), mentions of cum facial, unprotected sex, creampie
A/n: thank you to @cherryjungkookie for helping me edit and being so amazing! Also, this was supposed to be fluff and then it wasn’t…
date: September 1, 2020
The chilly winter air had you shivering as you shoved your glove covered hands under your armpits to try to keep warm. Were you making the right decision? You honestly weren’t sure, but you could see the sign up ahead letting you know that you were mere feet from your destination; the Love Shop.
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Proper Training -> knj (hybrid!au)
— synopsis: Namjoon was not expecting such a random hybrid crying at his doorstep on a rainy night. After learning more about you and your past, he was determined to help such a precious little one like you. Perhaps you just needed some proper guidance and training.
↳ pairing: Namjoon x kitten hybrid f.reader
↳ genre: fluff/angst/smut
↳ rating: 18+
↳ word count: 9.5k
↳ warnings: tw/ partner abuse (please bear with me that all of this is fanfiction and I do not tolerate anything like this in real life), degrading terms/namecalling, breeding kink, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, pain kink, cunnilingus, etc.
The discreet sound of leather shoes clicking against the floor made your tail lower in desperation to find a place to hide. You whimper to herself, panicking. The living room was filled with mess, scattered pillows and the carpet spilled with milk. Although you were proud of the chaos you’ve created, you were awfully afraid of your his reaction.
You crawl underneath a side table where a lamp was placed, hugging your knees tight to your chest as you sit on your white, tucked-in tail. Your poor ears were tugged down in dismay.
“Come out, come out wherever you are!” Your master declares, his cold, chilling voice causing you to mewl. You croon your face in between your knees, bottom lip quivering in fear.
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gold rush | jjk (m)
>>pairing: jungkook x reader
>>genre: pwp, smut, college au (kinda), established relationship
>>word count: 5k+
>>warnings: oral (m/f), fingering (f), phone sex, normal sex, explicit sex, slapping tits, slapping, crying, degrading, dirty talk, all the sex stuff, jks a lil mean and condescending but it’s very cool and sexy
>>notes: hello! this is my first post on here :) it’s part of a longer scenario i’m just seeing how it’s received before posting the full length version~~
>>summary: jk comes back from a weekend away and he wants to show you just how much he missed you.
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
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visions
you’re convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesn’t want to be let go.
@momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree writer: quay (explicit-tae)
word count: 5.186
warning: yandere themes, smut, dark themes, cursing, manipulation, toxic relationships, non-con, reader is drugged, impregnation kink, spitting, nipple sucking, biting, dirty talking, blood, neck slitting,
Your eyes snap open when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. You’re quick to yawn, body stretching before grasping your phone off the bedside table. The alarm is titled “work” and you silenced it with a groan.
Your eyes catch the day of the week. Friday. The time was 8 a.m - an hour before you had to be at work. You contemplated calling off, but understood that it would cause nothing but your boss to be petty and write you off the schedule for the next few days - so you decided against it. Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine.
Your phone sounds suddenly. You furrow a brow and go to grab it, color draining for your face. You bite your lip at the unknown number displayed on the screen.
Hesitantly, you decline the call and quickly block the number. Unknowingly, you begin to feel uneasy as you make your way to your bathroom to wash up. You’re trembling as you wash your face and when you brush your teeth, you can feel just how terrified you are.
It’s only been a month, you note. You had no doubt in your mind that Jungkook was behind the phone call - he’s called nearly every morning since you broke up with him and quickly signed a restraining order. It was only a temporary one until the two of you went to court, but it was necessary to do so.
You met Jungkook nearly a year ago. You recall the way the man has entered your job - the one you had prior to having to quit because of a scene he caused - and smiling brightly at you. He asked various questions about the countless sweets and desserts you had displayed behind the glass and you answered the best you could.
Each day Jungkook returned, buying desserts such as iced cream, candy, cookies - anything. He would munch on it a bit while the both of you talked and laughed and before he left, he assured he’d leave a tip for you at the counter.
Day by day, you expected Jungkook’s arrival. It made your job less boring and you also found yourself willing to come to work more dolled up. You’d coat your lips with gloss that you knew Jungkook liked (he’d always flicker his eyes to them when you’d talk) and style your hair differently each time.
Your first date with Jungkook was at the very same shop you worked at. You came in on an off day to pick up something you forgot and just as you were leaving, Jungkook was entering. His eyes were wide upon witnessing you face to face - this time you in casual clothing instead of a work uniform.
By the third date, you and Jungkook were officially dating - him asking you once the movie you two watched at the cinema was over - you agreed without a thought.
By the second month of dating, you noticed a shift. Jungkook was sweet, sure. Caring. He offered you rides everywhere you needed to go, and when he couldn't he’d never felt comfortable with you going alone. You brushed it off with Jungkook just being a cautious person.
Month three was when he became vocal in how you dressed. He didn’t appreciate the way other men looked at you - his words exactly - and you were giving said men a show by wearing shorts or skirts that were too short. He changed your wardrobe with clothing that he deemed was “outside clothes” and some that were “indoor for his eyes only”. Again, you brushed it off. Jungkook was your boyfriend now and his opinions mattered.
By the sixth month, Jungkook began to isolate you from your friends. “Why do you always hang with them on the weekends?” he’d ask when you were invited to a gathering. “Why can’t I go? Are other guys going to be there?” he’d asked once, eyes glaring at you. “Your friends are single. You aren’t. Why do you need to go to a club where other single men would be at?!” he had hissed, hands in his hair as if he was seconds from pulling it out.
Jungkook was amazing at comforting you - or so you thought. “I know how men are, baby.” he murmured while stroking your hair in his embrace. “If able, they’ll take advantage of you. Your friends cannot protect you from a man willing to do you harm.”
But the man that had harmed you was Jungkook himself.
Jungkook was never physically abusive. Sex with him was rough, yes, but you enjoyed it.
Jungkook’s abuse was manipulative - often pinning you against your friends that you were no longer invited to places they’d be because you would either bring Jungkook, or the man would come unbeknownst to you. Jungkook would call you countless times until you picked up and asked when you’d be home - and if the answer wasn’t good enough for him, he’d insist on picking you up himself. “Why can’t I come?” Jungkook asked when you were hastily walking out the door to meet your friends. “You’re not going to see your friends. You’re cheating on me!” he’d hiss, eyes blown wide and neck veins pulsing.
Last month, marking the eighth month, you decided to break up with Jungkook. You were nervous to say the least. You thought of several ways to break up with the man - you decided that in a public place would be best. You had more respect for him than to end the relationship over the phone. However, you also could not trust what he would do if you allowed him into your home.
You invited Jungkook to meet you in a public area - a park where you and he walked hand in hand many times. You were a bunch of nerves, especially when Jungkook was strolling towards you with a wide grin and in his hands, sunflowers.
Your heart flutters when he offers them to you, and awkwardly, you take them in your hands. You and Jungkook sat at a bench and he talked about how much he missed you, peppering kisses along your cheeks before you managed to push yourself away.
“You’re…leaving me…?” Jungkook's voice was dangerously low and calm, but his eyes were glaring daggers at you. You placed the flowers onto his lap and managed to get out of his embrace. His eyes are following you as you - slowly, so slowly - walk backwards, eyes apologizing while you remain silent.
The following week was Jungkook aggressively knocking at your door until you threatened to call the police. He would call nonstop and send multiple messages that you had to change your number to get him to stop - even if it never did, only slowed him down until he somehow found your number again. You had to change jobs more than once when he would show up at random times - you had no choice but to file a restraining order. You thought that maybe this would stop him - and for a moment it did.
Until today.
The unknown number calling you was no doubt Jungkook. You never answered any number that wasn’t familiar to you and instead blocked them. They left no voicemail after calling and each time, it was a different number displayed.
You walk out of your bathroom and down the hall to your small kitchen. You didn’t have time to eat anything for breakfast outside of a quick muffin. You would be late if you cooked or even made coffee.
Your muffin jolts out of your hand when you hear sudden knocking at your door. Your blood runs cold at how powerful and rapid they’re coming. Your mind is on one person.
“Open the door, Y/N.”
Jungkook was behind the door.
Jungkook didn’t care for whatever petty restraining order you had against him. The constant calls told you so.
“I can hear you moving.”
You stiffen at his words. You didn’t know what to do.
You weren’t once afraid of Jungkook - he has never hit you. But he was like another person when he was angered. He wasn’t the same man with the sweet smile and the soft eyes - it was as if a switch flipped and he was a completely different man.
“I just want…closure.”
Jungkook's words crack as he speaks and your heart betrays you. You were beginning to feel guilty for putting him through this. Your friends told you that it wasn’t your fault, that Jungkook was good at manipulating you.
“Please, Y/N…baby.”
Your hand was on the door handle before you knew it and you cracked the door open.
Jungkook’s eyes are wide when you do and he gives you a dazzling smile. He steps closer but stops himself from entering when you don’t open the door wider for him.
Jungkook’s smile falters. “You’re…”
“You can’t be here, Jungkook.” you manage to say without stuttering.
“You…are serious?”
You knit your brows.
Were you serious?
You changed your number multiple times in a span of a month that it was insane. You blocked multiple numbers when changing yours became tiring. You got a restraining order against him.
Did Jungkook think this was just a simple misunderstanding and you needed to be “alone” before coming back to him?
“Yes. I’m serious, Jungkook. Please leave.”
Jungkook doesn’t move. His eyes are searching yours for any hint that you were hesitant - but he found nothing.
You were serious.
You wanted nothing to do with him, Jungkook grunts.
You were willing to throw everything he offered you out the window because of what? A few disagreements? Arguments? Your single friends?
“So there’s nothing that is going to bring you back to me?” Jungkook tries one last time. He doesn’t want to blow up and demand you stop being the dumb bitch you were acting like now. He didn’t want to raise his voice and break down your door - because you would be frightened and close yourself off once more. He was trying but you were too selfish to see it.
“No.”
Jungkook’s heart shatters and he doesn’t say anything when you close your door. He hears you lock it but he decides that if you couldn’t allow yourself to accept his love - then others wouldn’t either. He was done with being nice to you - you didn’t deserve his kindness. If you were going to act like the damsel in distress, then he was going to give you something to be distressed about.
The music was far too loud to hear anyone who wasn’t speaking directly into your ear. The air was muggy and humid. It smelt of cheap cologne/perfume and several different types of alcohol - but you were just happy to be here.
Well, as happy as you could be standing alone in the corner of the home while others danced, laughed and drank. You were invited by your friends to come to “let loose” and “get your mind off of your crazy ex”. You agreed - but now you were left to your own devices while they mingled elsewhere.
Speaking of your “crazy ex”, you haven’t heard from Jungkook in nearly two months. It was a sigh of relief, truly. You assumed he wanted closure in seeing you once last time to confirm that the relationship has indeed ended. There weren’t any random pops up at your home or work, no random phone calls or text messages from random numbers. Slowly, you were beginning to be less afraid of seeing the man out and about.
“First time at a party?”
Your head whips around to a tall figure beside you. You can smell the alcohol in the cup he’s holding. He’s offering a small smile as he towers beside you/ He’s close to you just so he could speak loud enough for you to hear.
“First time in a while.” you respond to him. You give a small smile in return.
“Are you here alone?” the guy takes a sip of his drink.
“No. My friends are…”
“...Around here somewhere?” the guy nods in agreement. “So are mine. Haven’t seen them in an hour.”
You laughed.
You and the tall guy - who’s name you learned was Dean - hit it off quickly. You and him stood together and talked the majority of the night - your friends and his never returning, but you aren’t surprised. You weren’t as outgoing and friendly as your friends were. You’re positive they’re playing a game of beer pong (and losing).
As another hour rolls around, you were seated on a large leather couch that you’re surprised was vacant with Dean, your head began to hurt. You feel hot and stuffy and your vision is blurring.
“Are you okay?” you hear Dean say. “Do you need some water?”
You nod your head, allowing Dean to pass you a bottle of water.
Jungkook - on the other hand - was livid. The nerve of you to break up with him just to come to a party and look for another man. And not just that - but to get drugged by said man and not even notice it. Jungkook lingered deep into the side lines that you would never see him - but luckily he was there watching over you. He witnessed Dean put a small pill into your drink while you were busy laughing at something he said - Jungkook clenched his fists.
Jungkook isn’t far behind when you are being escorted out of the large sitting room, a sea of people not bothering to stop and see what Dean is doing with a groggily woman.
Jungkook’s breathing becomes heavy when you are pushed into a vacant room, the door closing behind them.
Jungkook blamed your friends for leaving you alone in an environment that you didn’t belong to. No matter how hard he tried to tell you that you didn’t belong to a friend group such as this, you never listened. Now look - you were drugged by a man you didn’t know and about to get raped.
But luckily, Jungkook was here to save you.
Jungkook knocks aggressively onto the door, not stopping until the door swings open and an annoyed Dean surfaces. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to draw back his fist and plant it right between the man's eyes.
And again.
And again.
And a few more times until Dean is a bloody mess, squirming away and out of the room.
Jungkook shakes his head and closes the door, locking it behind him. You aren’t completely unconscious, but he’s positive you will be soon. Your shirt is off already, Dean wasting no time.
Your bra - a red lace - looks amazing against your skin. It makes his heart swell and a smile forms onto his lips. It was a gift from him that you kept.
“Y/N, baby.” Jungkook coos, hovering above you. He wraps his arms around your body, you groaning low when he does. “I missed you so much.”
Jungkook sends kisses down your neck, arms never wanting to leave you. Your smell is tainted with alcohol, but his nose catches on the faint smell of vanilla he adores on you.
“I told you not to have such horrible friends.” Jungkook tsks. You are yet to be fully unconscious. You moan out an inaudible response and Jungkook only coos again.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Jungkook presses himself into you, hard length at the center of your clothed core. “Do you miss me as much as I missed you?”
You do, Jungkook concludes. He dips his hands beneath your jeans and finds how wet you truly are for him. Jungkook removes his hands and pops it into his mouth, shuddering at your taste. It’s been so long - too long. He’s angered that you went too far away from the relationship. A restraining order? Far too dramatic for his taste. But he’ll let it slide and choose to forgive you because here you lay, beautiful as ever. Wet for him and him only.
Jungkook doesn’t waste any more unnecessary time. He needs to feel your warm essence around him. He pulls your jeans down along with your underwear, eyes widening at the beauty that was your wet pussy. He feels the bulge in his own pants begin to tighten and he just cannot wait any longer.
Foreplay was your favorite when it came to Jungkook, he knows this. You would cum so hard against his tongue, squirming and begging for him to stop because of just how overstimulated you were, but Jungkook wouldn’t. He would let you cum over and over on his tongue, fingers, thigh - wherever you wanted to.
However, now he could not console himself. The need to be inside you was far greater than anything. Once you and he were back together than he would allow you to sit on his face where you belong.
Jungkook pumps his cock as he inches closer to you. He rubs the tip of it against your swollen clit and shudders once more. Goosebumps litter his arm and he can’t hold back anymore. He enters you with a high pitched groan, hands going to place themselves on your hips.
Jungkook hears your moans as he sinks in and out of you, the sound of his skin slapping echoing off the walls. You were so wet and tight that he’s proud - proud that you haven’t let another man touch what was his. That even when you were upset and the both of you went through this break, that you understood your role in the end.
“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook snaps his hips into you harder, left hand going to toy with your clit. It’s sensitive as he remembers it to be. His right hand snatches the lacy bra down so he could watch the way your breast bounce for him. “So beautiful and all mine.” he hisses, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
Jungkook sucks onto it until it’s swollen and throbbing, and he proceeds to the next one. He could never get enough of you, littering bite marks around your breast and collar bone.
“Your pussy’s milking my cock so good, baby.” Jungkook grunts, his thrust becoming sloppy. You were so wet, pussy clenching around him while your juices ruined the sheets.
Jungkook snaps his eyes shut, groaning loudly. A free hand slaps down harshly on your stomach as he pounds into you. He recalls the few times the two of you spoke of the future - of getting married and having children. He declared that he desired them to look exactly like you - you were just so perfect in his eyes. “I’m going to put a baby in you.” Jungkook feels himself about to cum. His hands don't remove from your stomach. It was soft and it drove him crazy just thinking about you round with his child - your breast enlarging with breast milk to feed his child. You would be an amazing mother and he would enjoy nothing more than for you to be at home while he provided for you and the child you both shared.
Jungkook cums inside of you, twitching. He’s humming slowly, trying to regain his breath. He places a deep kiss upon your lips, sweaty forehead placed against your own.
Your head is pounding. Your throat is sore and dry and your body aches. You try to rake your mind about what the hell is going on and what has happened to lead up to this. You blink your eyes open, hissing how bright the light shines above you.
Your wrist is aching and when you attempt to move, you notice you cannot. Your wrist appears to be detained and when your mind registers this, you begin to whimper. Your vision is blurry with tears, but you blink them away to attempt to see what the hell is going on.
“Baby!”
Your thrashing stiffens at the familiar voice. Your blood runs cold and your mind is screaming alarm bells.
“You’re awake.”
You blink away your tears rapidly to regain your vision. It takes you a few moments, but when you do you’re crying all over again.
Jungkook was before you, but it wasn’t just him before you that had you screaming and crying. It was the man, tall and smiling warmly, covered in blood. The irony smells hit your nostrils and your stomach churns. Your head whips around to your surroundings, unsure of just where the hell you’re at. Your wrist is bound behind you. You’re sitting on a wooden chair in a room unknown to you.
“I didn’t want you to see this but…” Jungkook sighs, trailing off. He steps away to show you what was behind him and the reason why he’s covered in blood.
Your throat releases a horrified whimper, eyes wide with tears.
“I had to do it, baby.” Jungkook says with a shake of his head. “They weren’t real friends. They left you alone at a party where you were drugged!”
The lifeless body of both of your friends laid flat against the ground, blood covering their skin even more than it did Jungkook’s. You want to vomit at the horrifying scene but somehow manage not to.
“P-Please-”
“Don’t start with your shit!” Jungkook raises a bloody hand to silence you. “Listen to me.”
You flinch when Jungkook takes a step towards you, eyes closing ready for him to deliver the same fate as your friends.
Jungkooks eyes widen at the sight of you cowering before him.
“You think I would harm you?” Jungkook scoffs in disbelief. “Everything I have done has been…for you. For us.” Each word that releases from Jungkook’s mouth is a hiss. His eyes are wide and he appears utterly insane. “I saved you from being raped by that bastard! I got rid of the trash you call friends!”
You jump when you hear banging coming from Jungkook, but you open your eyes to look.
“You left me for what, Y/N? To be left alone at a party and drugged? These weren’t your friends.” Jungkook scoffs. He goes as far as to spit on the two girls you dare to call your friends. “You got a restraining order against me just for me to not be the bad guy.”
You scream when you feel a hand on your jaw. Jungkook shakes your head to force your eyes open. His hands feel wet and sticky, obviously with the blood of your friends.
“I love you, Y/N.” Jungkook voice cracks as if he was the one that is hurting - as if you weren’t the one that had to witness the deceased body of your friends and an ex boyfriend declaring he did it for you. “Say it back….” Jungkook’s lips are soft when they kiss your cheeks. Your salty tears are warm against his lips. “...Say it back….” Jungkook continues.
“Fuck you!” you scream. You’re thrashing, kicking your feet to get Jungkook away from you. Your wrists are burning with your arms attempting to release them.
“Already did.” Jungkook laughs gleefully. He isn’t upset at your outburst. You’re a pure soul and he’s saddened that you had to see this - death of fake friends and learning the realization of your (almost) assault. “How could you not remember the way we made love, baby?”
Jungkook trails a hand on your covered stomach. You stopped your struggle at his words, eyes wide and tearful.
“You were so wet for me, baby. You missed me just as much as I missed you.” Jungkook taps your stomach gently. “Soon the product of our love is going to grow.”
Jungkook’s eyes are shining with love - to you it was psychotic. Jungkook was insane. This wasn’t love - you heard him admit to raping you; there was no way you could consent while drugged.
“No…” you shake your head at Jungkook’s words, but the man only nods. “...I hate you.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I hate you.” you repeat.
“Stop.” Jungkook hisses, eyebrows knitting. “How could you say that after-” “I hate you!” you scream in his face - and you repeat it again, again and again. You repeat it until Jungkook’s hand tangles into your hair and yanks it back.
“Say you love me, Y/N.” Jungkook demands. “Say you’ll stay with me.”
Jungkook was crazy - there was no well in hell you would remain with a murderer. If you thought Jungkook was bad before, your thoughts on him have worsened now.
“I’ll never love you.”
Jungkook's heart thumps rapidly. Your words make his heart ache.
“You don’t mean that.” Jungkook shakes his head. His hand tightens itself in your hair. “You’re just upset. This is my fault. I should’ve taken you home.”
“I’ll never love you!” you hiss at him.
Jungkook’s heart thumps again. His eyes stare into your own.
You weren’t lying.
You hated him.
You feared him.
Your eyes weren’t lying, nor were the words coming from your mouth.
“I see.” Jungkook murmurs, dropping his hand from your hair. He takes a step back, tilting his head at you. “You’ll never love me again.” he states, more to himself than you. “If I cannot have your love, Y/N, then there is no reason for either of us to live.”
Your breathing increases at Jungkook’s words. He reaches into his jacket pocket, removing a pocket knife.
“I love you.” Jungkook’s crying now as he speaks. “Everything I did was for you!”
“Jungkook-”
“Don’t speak now.” Jungkook interrupts, pointing the knife at your throat. “You’ll never love me and I’ve accepted that.” Jungkook drops to his knee. He leans down to your face. You’re whimpering - and even now, Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. It saddens him that this is what you chose. “Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.”
“Jung-”
Jungkook places his lips on yours - a final kiss he tells himself. He places the pocket knife onto your throat and slits it. It’s deep and he feels the blood rush out and squirts onto him. You cough into the kiss, and Jungkook isn’t far behind. He slits his own throat just as deep. He’s coughing, placing his head onto your lap, desiring to be just as close to you in death as he desired in life.
Your eyes snap open and a scream erupts from your lungs right when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. Your hands grip your neck, heart pumping outside your chest.
You’re in your room.
A shaky hand grabs your phone that was laid on the bedside table and turn off the alarm. It was titled “work”.
Your eyes watch as your phone displays the day of the week.
Friday.
8 A.M.
An hour before you had to be at work.
Was everything that happened to you…
“A dream?” your voice is hoarse and low. There’s goosebumps littering your skin and you’re visibly shaking.
You were having deja vu.
No, you did this already - you’re sure of it.
Your dream began with you waking up just as you were now. Friday at 8 A.M.
Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine. You didn’t need to think what was going to happen next.
Your phone sounds suddenly. Color drained from your face. You knew who was calling you without having to look at the screen. You were reliving your dream. Could you call it a dream or vision?
Were you given a second chance at life?
You recall the way you declined the unknown number and proceed in getting ready for work. Jungkook was knocking at your door. You recalled the party you were invited to, your friends, Dean.
You scurry down the hall to your bathroom just as your stomach churns. You release the vomit into the toilet, clenching the side of it.
“What’s going on…” you murmur to yourself, flushing the toilet. There was no way you were reliving what you had dreamt.
You began to brush your teeth and wash your face, hands trembling.
You don’t go to the kitchen like you would usually when you wake up. If your dream was correct, Jungkook would be-
A sudden knock makes you yelp. You’re stiff in your spot, eyes wide.
In your dream, you told Jungkook that you wanted nothing to do with him. That the relationship was over.
You told Jungkook you hated him as he stands before you, covered in blood.
You could feel the way the knife rips through your throat, unable to breath or help yourself.
“Open the door Y/N.”
Jungkook’s voice frightens you.
Your breathing becomes heavy.
Your dream was becoming a reality - if it was ever a dream.
‘Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.’
Jungkook’s last words replay in your head while the hair on your skin raises.
Before your mind thinks, your feet are moving. You slam the door open, eyes wide at Jungkook. He stands straighter at seeing you after a month.
“Y/N…are you okay?” Jungkook wants to hug you. You appear to be seconds away from crying and it causes his heart to thump.
“Jungkook…” you trail off, voice cracking.
“Y/N…baby…” Jungkook takes a step closer.
You wrap your arms around Jungkook, crashing into his chest.
Jungkook’s distraught, but he doesn’t push you away. He wraps his arms around you and presses his nose into your hair, inhaling your sweet scent.
Your hands clench his shirt, trembling.
You didn’t want to die.
You didn’t want your friends to die.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook murmurs after a sweet moment of having you in his arms. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” you sob.
Your mind is screaming at you to run. To push him away. There was a possibility that you could do things right - not go to a party and meet Dean. You can just go to work and home.
However, you’re tired. You’re tired of the phone calls and having to constantly look over your shoulder. There was a possibility that you could face the same fate as the dream.
“P-Please s-stay with me.” you stutter out.
Jungkook's heart pounds with excitement. “Really?” he gently pushes you back to look at your face. You’re crying, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. I love you.” he wipes your tears, a small smile on your lips.
You nod your head at him. You step back and allow him to follow you in.
Jungkook closes the door behind him. He leans down to kiss your lips.
Jungkook sighs into the kiss. He missed your soft lips.
“I promise, baby, I’ll be better.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “I don’t want to lose you.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. “I don’t want to lose you.” you murmur to him.
You’re unsure if this decision was the correct one, but you were far too frightened to see what an angered Jungkook would do to you in this reality if you denied him.