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New Kinks Unlocked

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New kinks Unlocked-Savage Love Drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x OC (Alice)

Word Count: 3.3k words

Rating: 18+ Mature, smut, hard swearing, pure smutty filth, smut with plot.

Description:

Jungkook and Alice are now married, thinking of trying for a baby. Jungkook suddenly realises that he has a kink that he never knew he had. He’s only too happy to start the process of making a baby with Alice, as he imagines how she’s going to look when she’s pregnant with his child.

And just the thought of getting her pregnant has sparked a new feeling inside him. . . New kinks unlocked!

Triggers and content:

Baby fever, Husband and Wife, Married Life, Mention of contraception, Mention of bleeding, Periods mentioned, Trying for a baby, Breeding kink, Pregnancy kink, Lactation kink, Mention of male masturbation, Smut, Fingering, Squirting, overstimulation, Sucking and licking, Hickies, Nipple play, Dirty talking, Choking, Hair pulling, Some degradation, No condom or contraception, Raw Sex, Swearing, Dirty talk, messy sex. Needy Jungkook. Both are horny, A little Fluff.

Authors note:

This is another Drabble from the savage love series, if you want to find out more about Alice and Jungkook’s relationship please check my master list.

This is all in Jungkook’s pov, so it’s told from his perspective.

This Drabble happens after standing next to you.

They are both 30 years old at this point and married.

This is mostly filth, but has plot.

🔞⚠️ NO MINORS ON THIS BLOG!! THERE IS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND TRIGGERING ADULT CONTENT.

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As soon as Alice told me she wanted to try for a baby my mind has been drifting and I’ve found myself thinking about how beautiful she’s going to look with my child growing inside of her belly.

How plump her breasts are going to get too, especially when they are filled with milk and I can wrap my mouth around them.

But I’ve been having fantasies of putting the baby in her in the first place, I even got off to the thought of it the other day in the shower.

I realised that I have a breeding kink and can’t wait to start trying, knowing she has no contraceptive implant in her arm anymore. The very idea has consumed all of my thoughts and I find myself with a voracious fixation that won’t vanish.

I haven’t told her yet and I asked Tae if he thought I was weird, he just laughed saying that it’s actually a common kink.

That he’s even tried it when he fucked his girlfriend raw as she wanted him to act like he was breeding her. He told me he liked it and it was intense, that they do it every so often.

Alice had her implant removed last month and has been bleeding on and off for the last month. Some of the bleeding at first was painful, so we’ve not really been sexual the last month. Just a bit of light foreplay, both getting each other off, as I’m not worried about a bit of blood and orgasms help with the pain.

We are waiting for that to be over with and then we are going to try for a baby. Both of us just felt that it was the right time and both of us are fully established in our careers because we are both thirty now.

Our parents have been going on at us for years and asking us when they are getting grandchildren and Alice told her mother to bug Jin instead. Mine understands that our careers have grown and we were busy, but now we have higher positions we can allocate more work to others.

I’m itching to start trying now though and I can only moan obscenities about breeding her as I pump into my fist so many times before I now greedily long for the real thing.

Pretty sure Alice knows that something is up as I moaned at her the other day about really wanting to try now. She chuckled saying her body is trying to get used to not having the implant, so it’s trying to sync up her periods again. That it might take a while before it does.

I complained saying that I don’t give a shit about blood and we could still start trying for our baby already.

I’m at work today working on a new sequence for a computer game and finishing some coding when a message comes through to my phone from Alice.

‘Hey Kookie, so I have not been bleeding at all for about four days now and I think it’s finally over. So I’m here at home now after leaving work earlier today and I’m feeling so needy after waiting for weeks! Are you gonna come and put a baby in me, my sexy hubby?’

My dick immediately bounces in my trousers and I start coding faster so I can get the hell out of here. Replying, I tell her I’m coming home right now and I’m gonna pump my babies into her. That I’m gonna breed her like a good little wife.

I received an explicit laden message with a drooling and a hot emoji, that she was now waiting for me to come home and breed her. Telling her to get ready for me, I close up my computer immediately feeling a strong urgency.

I tell my second in charge Jungmin that I’m going home, he nods with a smirk when he sees my semi in my trousers.

Literally running out of work like I have a real emergency, I jump in my car and probably drive over the speed limit all the way home feeling so hard and restricted in my black work trousers. Because the closer to home I get, the more turned on I feel.

I’ve not felt this damn horny in about a year, we’ve had sex but it’s been maybe once a week. It’s because work has just been way too busy for both of us as we set up more people to take more responsibilities on, so we could relax a bit more and start trying for a family.

We are essentially both the bosses so it’s about time that we get perks.

I curse when the person in front of me is driving so slow on the highway, do they not realise that they are in the damn fast lane?

So I impatiently switch to the middle lane and over take them switching lanes to the fast lane again. All whilst mumbling about what an idiot that driver is, they should be in the slower first lane at that damn speed.

I sigh with relief as soon as I pull up to our home.

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As soon as I turn off the car I’m jumping out and running into our home, I fumble unlocking the front door as fast as I can. I go into our home, wandering off in search of my gorgeous wife.

When I find her in our bed already naked I start frantically stripping out of my work clothes.

No damn coaxing is needed as I’m rock hard with anticipation because we have never gone a month without sex before. Well apart from when we first got together, but after that we were like damn rabbits.

“My princess, you look so pretty. I’m so damn horny, I’ve been waiting ravenously for you to stop bleeding. My hand has been on my dick so many times this month thinking about breeding you and pumping my babies into your womb”

I confess moaning at her, chucking my boxers off and grabbing at my hard length giving it a tug.

I’m addicted to her and the thought of what I’m about to do has me longing to fill her up. My need for her hasn’t changed since I first started doing sexual things with her.

Even as a horny teenager when I first discovered masturbating it was always her I thought about.

That ravenous desire hasn’t gone.

“Yeah? My husband wants to breed me and get me pregnant with his babies? Are you gonna be that dilf I’ve been dreaming of fucking for so long” She grins mischievously at me, grabbing at her voluptuous breasts and pinching at her nipples.

“Hmm yes, I can’t wait to see you all plump with my baby in your belly and your tits all swollen with milk, my pretty little wife. Can’t wait to suck on your full swollen breasts” I groan loudly, getting onto the bed and crawling up her body kissing and sucking marks on her soft skin.

“My stunning wife, you always look so exquisite when you are laid out naked for me, sweetheart. Look at your perfect breasts, so beautiful. I can’t wait to see them all plump and filled with milk” I rasp lewdly at her placing my mouth over her erect nipple sucking, flattening my tongue against it and lapping over it.

She squirms contorting her body, parting her pretty plump lips and throwing her head back exposing her neck, making me feel eager to paint some pretty marks across it with my mouth.

Making my way up to her neck I wrap my hand around it and tilt her head so I can abuse her sensitive spot.

The second my mouth starts sucking and licking at the area I’m rewarded with a delicious sounding whine and the roll of her mouth watering hips.

“I’m gonna fill you up all night until it’s dripping down your pretty thick thighs, baby. I’m so damn ravenous for you that I’m making up for lost time” I lustfully moan into her neck digging my fingers into the front of her neck and cutting off her breath.

“I’m so hard for you, my gorgeous girl” I pant with desire, nibbling at her skin earning a husky lust filled moan and another grind of her pretty pussy against my voracious dick.

“Please, I want you so much, Jungkook! Want you to fill me up too, babe. With you perfect cock and your cum” Alice wantonly breathes out, sounding breathless due to my hand around her neck. I run my fingers through her chubby little cunt, fuck, she’s absolutely soaked.

“Hell yes, my needy baby is dripping everywhere. So warm and wet, my pretty wife. Can’t wait for my cock, huh?” I whispered seductively in a low husky voice.

Plunging two fingers into her wet heat and thumbing at her little clit, I hum bringing her lips to mine with my tattooed fingers still digging in her neck.

She’s really turned on as she flutters so deliciously around my two fingers already. Curling my fingers up to press against her spot I pump my fingers in faster, in anticipation of the squeeze of her puffy walls against my tattooed fingers.

My baby whines needily against my lips rolling her hips up to meet the thrust of my fingers.

“So greedy, my princess” I breathe against her panting mouth, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth and sucking it in.

Her hot walls are fluttering deliciously around my fingers and her thighs are shuddering from the building lust burning through her body.

Her moans are getting louder and more desperate, my poor baby is feeling so starved of my touch and I can tell how much she’s craving her incoming orgasm.

I move my mouth to her neck again, abusing the sensitive area on her perfect soft skin, her moans and whimpers get more frantic.

The second she tenses up I can tell that she is about to fall aggressively, her whiny pants are getting faster and the pretty curses that fall from her mouth are a sign of the tempestuous rhapsody that’s approaching.

The harsh ahh’s are rapidly falling out of her parted mouth. I wickedly smirk against her neck and sadistically assault her g spot getting faster plunging into her soaked folds.

The second I give her air she explodes.

“Ahhhh oh. . . fuck. . fuck. . Jungkook!”She wails squeezing around my two fingers like a vice, I groan into her neck sucking harshly onto her soft skin as she bucks up trying to throw me off and escape.

The sob that falls from her mouth as I cruelly push her into another intense orgasm and the twisting and twitching of overstimulation is so intense.

She likes being pushed past her limits though, we’ve explored this many times over the years.

I yank her hair holding onto her so I can stare at her face, ghosting my mouth back over to her ear.

“Come on, sweetheart. Give it to me, squirt all over your husband's hand. Such a greedy little slut for my fingers, so fucking pretty when you cum all over me” I growl hungrily into her ear sucking on her earlobe, the thrill that runs through my veins as she squirts all over me almost screaming is absolutely glorious.

It sprays all over my hand, my wrist and by my pelvis, running down over my erect length.

“Fucking hell, baby! You just squirted all over my dick, such a filthy little girl. My dirty little princess, god I love you” I rasp invading her lips and plunging my tongue into her parted mouth, I feel starved as I don’t wait and pull my fingers out.

Plunging straight into her with a needy whine, she shudders with a whimper falling from her lips. Shit, I missed her perfect hot walls around my dick so badly.

It always feels so intense and makes my tip tingle as it vibrates through my body making my stomach clench.

I could never get used to how perfect she feels, every single time I fill her up it feels like that first time again.

I kneel up running my greedy hands everywhere like I usually do, I can’t help pawing at her and feeling her soft pliable skin. My favourite thing to do is dig my fingers into her plump silky smooth skin, it feels so amazing.

“Oh yes, I missed this. . sooo much”Alice whimpers fluttering around me where she’s still sensitive and is feeling turned on again.

She looks exquisite underneath me, she always does as she shivers and rolls her hips to encourage me to move.

“I can’t wait to fill you up, my princess. Pump my cum into your womb and breed you so well. Get you pregnant with our baby” I groaned lewdly at her, giving a harsh snap of my hips making her cry out and grip the sheets.

Building up my pace slowly I feel so damn good, I missed this euphoric feeling and I’m so damn horny for her.

“Hmm faster babe, feels so good” She moans out loud squirming needily underneath me.

Grabbing her legs I bring them to my chest and wrap my arms around them. Bucking my hips against her with a loud cuss, a moaned out fuck falls from her pretty lips.

“Fuck! Jungkook, damn you feel so hard and big. Oh right there. . Please don’t stop!”

My perfect wife desperately rasps as I punish her g spot, loud slaps are heard from my skin hitting against hers.

She looks so beautiful as her pretty tits bounce with every thrust of my hips. I look down to where I join her and groan when I see a filthy creamy ring of her juices around the base of my shaft.

Every plunge of it sounds lewd where she’s dripping all over my length and down my balls, it’s sinful and the sloppy sounds are debauched.

“Yes, creaming my cock so well, baby” I hiss at her as her puffy walls squeeze me so tightly in response.

Pressing my thumb to her little clit she quivers around me and her thighs tense up shuddering.

I’ve always loved the way her face looks in the throes of passion, her curvy voluptuous body writhing underneath me.

She is clenching around me so hard that I’m afraid of the sudden build up, the pulsing of my length and the tightening of my balls. I’m getting close but I need her to have her release first, she always orgasms.

I never leave her unsatisfied, even if I have to bury my face into her messy folds afterwards.

“Hmm, damn I’m close already where I was so desperate to feel you. You feel so good my beautiful wife. Cum for me darling. . . drench me baby. I’m gonna fuck my seed into you and keep. . Hmm doing it all fucking night” I lewdly pant putting her legs down and leaning in to kiss her, our tongues meet sloppily.

My fingers folded into her hair as I kissed her passionately until I got in a new position placing a pillow under her ass. Straddling her with my knees bent, I give her long deep strokes with my hips slamming up against her.

I make sure her legs are spread as far as possible touching against her body and held apart by my hands so I can smack my hips against her swollen clit. I’m hitting her deep in this position as she’s cussing a lot and mewling.

It looks so damn filthy as I watch my cock penetrating her as it’s being coated in her creamy white juices, it’s really turning me on, making me cuss with a rough growl.

That lewd wet, messy sound every time I plunge into her is sinful.

The debauched expression on my wife’s face as I stare into her eyes with my mouth parted is intimate and pushing me to the finish.

“I’m gonna cum, princess. Fuck, you close?” I groan needily, moving my fingers to her little clit, furiously rubbing it to try to help her fall before me. Her breaths get louder as they are punctured with mewls and curses.

“Ohhh yes, Jungkook! Fuuuck! Fill me up!”

The squeeze is immediate and she starts to orgasm, I have to pin her leg back down as she violently bucks, letting out high pitched pants.

She is milking the hell out of me and I can’t hold on any longer and my whine is full of urgent need.

“Gonna fill you up so good, breed you” I growl in a feral voice, slamming into her with sloppy thrusts.

My princess is whimpering as I fuck her into overstimulation and she sobs pitifully.

When I start to cum I roar out so loud that I even surprise myself, milking myself into her hot walls painting her cervix with my seed.

“Yes, good girl. Letting your husband get you pregnant, put my babies in you. Pretty little pussy is so fucking needy for my cum” I hiss, shallowly pumping to give her every last drop.

The vulgar noise she moans out as I pulse lewdly inside her and the clench around my sensitive dick, makes me blurt out a harsh groan.

Hissing from sensitivity, I move to lean down on my elbows and gently kiss her, both of us panting loudly and feeling blissful. Pressing chaste kisses all over her face I stay inside her, plugging my cum in her.

Smoothing her sweaty forehead and moving the stray hairs out of the way I smile down at her in pure happiness.

“I love you so much my amazing wife” I breathe out in awe of her, pressing my lips against her forehead.

“Love you too my perfect husband” She replies with a tender smile.

We spend the next ten minutes just lazily kissing and staring into each other's eyes.

“Ready for round two, princess? After all I did say I was going to fill you up until it was running down your thighs and everywhere” I mischievously smirk down at her twitching inside her.

“Do it babe, fill me up again” She giggles and squeezes around me making me start to harden.

“Anything for you, sweetheart. Can’t wait to have babies with you, princess” I sighed out in contentment feeling so excited for when she’s finally pregnant.

But I’m gonna have so much fun trying in the meantime, it’s funny how you can be with someone for so long and still find out new things.

I’m really glad to find out that a new kink has been unlocked.

But my poor wife is probably going to end up having loads of babies now that I have realised how much I love this kink though!

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ROUGAROU

💕Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

📝Summary:

Being a rougarou is as easy as breathing. Being part of the pack... Not so much.

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Action, Smut, Sci-fi, Werewolves AU, Complicated relationships

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: mentioned on each chapter

⚠️chapter warnings: Smut, explicit smut, might contain gore (+ warnings on each part)

Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊

This work has multiple chapters. Please, bare with me 💜

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

Chapter 1: The hunt

Chapter 2: The dream

Chapter 3:

An ask request please like it's a doctor jungkook x reader au

Really don't know from where it came from 😅

I loved this omg! Sorry it took me so long to get to 😅. I hope you enjoy, love! ~Mackie 💜

Pairing: Doctor!Jungkook x reader

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, swearing, mentions of blood, bad breakup, the whole thing happens in a doctor's office, kinda angsty, brief mentions of-sex, alcohol, and tobacco (checkup questions)

@rkive-joonie

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You sat in the waiting room, subconsciously tapping your foot against the floor as you scrolled through your phone. You hated going to the doctor’s office. Something about the entire experience triggered anxiety to brew within you. Maybe it was the way that the air felt heavier in the building. Maybe it was the sterile smell that lingered, or maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t go to the doctor without being reminded of your ex. Regardless, you avoided it whenever you could.

Your ex, Jungkook, was a doctor. The two of you had been high school sweethearts, and you never thought that your relationship would end. I mean, both of you frequently discussed marriage and building a family together. That dream slowly dwindled to dust as the two of you got older. Something about his work weighed heavily on him. He began bringing his work home with him, and as a result, he dumped it onto you. Suddenly, the couple who never fought over anything was now fighting every day.

The breakup was intense. You believed that you’d never get over him, and nearly three years later, that appeared to be true. Jungkook, however, moved on pretty quickly with one of his associates. The pair ended up moving to another city together, and it left you feeling hopeless. It felt as if your world had crumbled and that you’d never recover. Luckily, after the initial shock wore off, the fact that you wouldn’t have to worry about running into him helped you to find your footing once again. Slowly, you learned to let him go. No matter how much it hurt.

“Y/N?” A woman’s voice called out, causing you to look up from your phone. She smiled brightly as she motioned for you to come with her.

The woman led you to a room where she began performing the basic tests to prepare you for the doctor. She asked you all of the usual questions that made you want to roll your eyes. Giving you a bit of a side-eye when you told her that you weren’t sexually active, or that you barely drank, or that you didn’t use tobacco. The whole nine yards.

She stood up as she concluded the tests, before opening the door and hanging a clipboard on it.

“Dr.Jeon will be with you shortly.” She said in a cheery tone before stepping out, causing you to freeze.

Dr.Jeon? You thought. There’s absolutely no way. There’s got to be thousands of Dr.Jeons right?

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The anxiety that you were already feeling was now elevated. You thought about just leaving. Running out of the door and never looking back. You could always find a new doctors office to go to. Soon enough, your thoughts seized as the sound of the door opening caused you to look up nervously.

“Hi, Y/N.” The man’s voice greeted you.

In that moment, you wanted to break down and cry. He looked exactly the same as he did when he left you. His eyes were still bright. He still wore that beautiful smile that made you melt. He was still your Jungkook.

“H-hi.” You stuttered.

“It’s good to see you.” He smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in his tone that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Yeah, you too.” You sighed as you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with your fingers.

Much to your surprise, he didn’t immediately take a seat in front of the computer. Instead, he pulled up his chair so that he was sitting directly in front of you as you sat on the examination table.

“How’ve you been?” He asked, leaning down in an attempt to look you in the eyes.

In a matter of moments, everything began coming back. All the sadness and anger flooded within you and your eyes began burning with tears. You quickly wiped them away though. You didn’t want him to see you break. The desire to run was at an all time high, but you couldn’t. You felt cornered and although he wasn’t literally holding you hostage, you felt as if you were trapped.

“I’m fine, Jungkook.” You snapped as you looked up at him. “What are you even doing here?”

“I came back.” He sighed. “I made a big mistake. I should’ve never even left.”

“Well, you did. And you ran off with your associate without a second thought.”

“It wasn’t like that, Y/N.” He whispered.

“Then what was it, Jungkook? Do you have any idea how badly you hurt me?” Your voice cracked.

“I know, Y/N, and I am so sorry for everything. If I could take it all back, I would. Please, believe me.” He said as his own eyes appeared to be filling with tears.

“Why did you run away?” You questioned, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I thought that I’d get over you sooner. I thought that if I forced myself to be with someone else, that I wouldn’t want to be with you anymore. I was wrong, Y/N. It just made me feel worse.” He admitted, tears now falling from his eyes.

You wanted to wipe his tears away and hold him. You wanted to tell him that everything was fine and that you forgave him, but it wasn’t fine and you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him. No matter how much you tried not to be, you were still so angry with him.

“It might’ve made you feel worse, Jungkook, but think about how shitty and disposable you made me feel.” You told him.

“I know, baby.” He whispered as he gently embraced your hands within his own. Quickly correcting himself. “I mean, Y/N. I know and I’ll never forgive myself for that. If I could go back in time and fix everything, I would. I would give up everything if it meant that I could have you again.” He finished, squeezing your hands gently.

As you looked into his eyes, all of the anger and resentment you felt towards him began to fade. Sincerity was written all over his face and you knew how much this breakup had affected him too. You weren’t sure if you could even really blame him for how he attempted to move on. You needed isolation, whereas he needed company.

“I would never ask you to give up everything, Jungkook.” You sighed as your thumb rubbed circles on the back of his hand.

“I know you wouldn’t, but if that’s what it takes then so be it. Just give me a chance to make it right, Y/N. Let me prove to you that I can do better. I still love you. I never stopped.” He pleaded.

“I still love you too, Jungkook.” You began.

You felt as if you had a demon on one shoulder and an angel on the other. The demon telling you to cuss him out and leave him sitting in this room. The angel telling you to follow your heart and to give him another chance to make things right. Ultimately, the angel was winning.

“We can try again, but not where we left off. I want us to start from the beginning.” You told him. You’d changed so much since the breakup and you could only imagine that he had as well.

“I can work with that.” He smiled brightly, causing you to giggle at how happy he looked.

“Good. Now, let’s not forget that I came here for a checkup.” You laughed, suddenly remembering what brought you here in the first place.

“Right!” He quickly stood up and gathered himself.

He completed the rest of the examination. Refusing to let a nurse take over when you needed your blood drawn. He was going to take care of you, and no one else was going to get in the middle of that.

As the appointment came to an end, he helped you stand up from the table. Your arms resting on his shoulders as his hands kept a protective hold on your waist. You weren’t sure if it was appropriate, but you didn’t care. As his deep brown eyes stared down at you, the feeling became overwhelming. So, you gave into it. Slowly leaning up and connecting your lips with his own.

The kiss was brief, but it held all of the longing and regret that the two of you had felt over the last three years.

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After checking out, Jungkook insisted on walking to your car. The two of you agreed to go on your “first” date tonight. Giving you a chance to really get to know each other once again.

“So, I’ll see you later.” He smiled. His hands rested in the pockets of his white jacket as he shifted his weight from the front to the back of his heels. A nervous tick you’d caught onto throughout the years.

“See you later, Jungkook.” You said, quickly giving him another kiss before getting into your car.

He watched as you pulled away, waving at you until your car was no longer in sight. Things would never be exactly the same as they once had been between you two, but that didn’t matter anymore. What mattered is that you were trying again. Leaving the past in the past and focusing on the future as you built a new connection. One that was stronger and more secure. One that couldn’t be broken.

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NOW WE’RE EVEN

“good luck trying to get rid of me”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: crack; enemies to lovers; fake dating au; sm au.

warnings: explicit jokes; some angsty realizations about feelings ; mentions of stalking

summary: in which in a serious of unfortunate events a piece of paper promising jungkook she'd do anything to return a favour comes back to haunt y/n. who would've thought jungkook would actually ask her to return the favour and expect her to be his fake girlfriend. oh well, accidents happen and jungkook never forgets promises.

— masterlist

part 1. explicit brain

part 2. pure poison

part 3. real girlfriend

part 4. explaining to do

part 5. shower thoughts

part 6. min devil

part 7. bully on main

part 8. dinner?? together??

part 9. locked INSIDE

part 10. enemies since birth

part 11. shaking in fear

part 12. elevator talk

part 13. same person

part 14. it’s ART

part 15. only threats

part 16. accidents happen

part 17. ugly scream

part 18. say goodnight

part 19. ugly words

part 20. strange feeling

part 21. jealousy is a disease

part 22. baby??

part 23. accidently confessed

part 24. ITS A JOKE

part 25. poisonous cake

part 26. heartfelt behaviour

part 27. accidently matching

part 28. lonely thoughts

part 29. intentional confession

part 30. now we're even

end.

by popular demand I rewrote this au and here it is 😽 I hope u enjoy it

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(M)🚦Red Light: The Fear | Ch1 [JJK]

👉🏻[Series Masterpost]

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)

Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst

Summary: Jeon Jungkook never lets any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past  you'll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It's a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile.  Where will this ride bring you? Will it be worth it in the end?

Chapter Warnings: This chapter describes an episode of harassment (it involves an unwanted kiss), please be aware of this if this theme makes you uncomfortable, description of past emotional abuse (manipulation, toxic jealousy), Angst, mention of alcohol consumption, Oc's ex is a stalker, cops are grossly negligent in this au, Tae and Hani to the rescue, Jk is hot af but this is nothing new.

Wc: 7.4k

A/N: Hello there! I've been planning this whole series for over a year and I'm finally able to make it come to life, slowly but surely! As always, I'm sorry if there are some grammatical mistakes, english isn't my first language and I don't have a beta, so pls bear with me! 🫶🏻

Let me know what you think about the series, my box is always open! - Joy 🐰

September 12th, Tuesday

The sun has already set, leaving the place to the colors of dusk.

You feel that your heart might explode in your chest at any moment. Is it the september evening breeze that's causing the chills covering your skin, or if it's all due to this visceral fear that's blocking your muscles right now? You can't quite tell.

After some extra hours at work, you thought you could finally close the tattoo shop in peace and go home to enjoy some leftover pizza in front of your laptop, but no- Ray evidently had other plans for you, deciding to unexpectedly visit you in the most unpleasant way possible. 

You wish Hani had stayed a little longer today to close the shop with you, because this sickening feeling it's becoming unbearable. You feel like a mouse in front of a ravenous cat and you want to scream, but you just don't find the courage to do it. 

He caught you off guard from behind, while you were looking for the keys in your bag, then he effortlessly spun you around on the spot and you found yourself blocked by your shoulders leaning against the entrance door of the shop. 

Your throat tightens as you struggle to breathe regularly. 

You're helpless and right now the only thing you can do is curse the day you replied to his message on Instagram, curse the invitation to participate at that damn workshop you and Hani organized for an exchange of advertising between tattoo artists. You can only curse that day and the following ones you spent with him. Of course you couldn't imagine that your perfect relationship would turn into such a nightmare, your ex used to be so kind and loving with you at the beginning, not even close to the obsessive, pleading mess that's keeping you trapped in utter fear right now. Jealousy can sometimes turn into such an obsession evidently, it can change people and you never expected something like this to happen in your life. Everything only got worse when after almost a year in your toxic relationship, you found the courage to finally break up with him. 

Weeks had passed since the last time Ray had disgusted you with his threatening messages and unexpected visits during work, you were almost convinced he had found another hobby but as a matter of fact, you were wrong. 

He understood that you can ignore his messages or even block his number for good, that you won't listen to him when Hani or your clients are around, but you certainly won't be able to ignore his forced presence, especially now that you're totally alone. He knows he has your undivided attention in this way.

He slurs something but you can't even pay attention. His inked arms are situated on each side of your head, while he looks down at you with desperate eyes. You don't even recognize him anymore. He used to take extra care of his appearance and health back when you two used to date, but now it seems like he is facing a grave problem with drinking. His body is close to yours, way too close for your liking and his warm breath mixed with whatever alcohol he drank, almost makes you gag. 

The smell of his cologne is the only thing that's still the same and that you recognize, it hits your nostrils and it brings back memories that now only hurt.

“Y/N, baby- why do you keep ignoring me like this?” his voice is strained and his face is contorted in anger- or nostalgia, you can't even tell. "You're killing me and I always treated you well" He is trying to stop the thoughts that are clouding his mind, slurring out the words breathlessly.

"I fucking miss you! I don't know what else to do to make you mine again!" 

These words are filled with desperation and you hate it, his need for possession is crystal clear in his statements. He threatened you multiple times saying that if you didn't get back together he would harm himself, claiming that the pain was too strong for him to bear, but he never said he wanted you back because he loved you, not even once. The only thing that he misses is controlling you, the only thing that he loves is taking away everything from you, putting himself at the center of your world.

He only wants to call you his, like a mere emotionless object. You hate it, you hate him.

He probably never wanted to take care of your heart as you believed and the realization that you were in love with him once, that his twisted feelings were strong for you but not in a healthy way, it makes you sick to your stomach. You should have known better, but you were blinded by your feelings.

There was a moment when you thought that you deserved this treatment, you told yourself that you allowed all of this because you were too naive to notice that those toxic feelings were poisoning your persona, till it was too late and they suffocated you, caging you. 

"G-get away from me" you manage to say in a small voice as your heart thunders in your ears. Your stomach twists in a knot when you sense his moving hands. The fear turns into pure horror when his hands find their way to rest on your cheeks a little too harshly and you instinctively hold your breath.

His drunken lips crash into yours with urgency, and you feel like you might throw up at all the disgusting sensations you are experiencing right now. Your body reacts of its own accord, rejecting this desperate, unwanted kiss before he could deepen it or do something worse. 

“I said get away from me!” you scream in a broken voice as you try to push him away with all the strength you possess. 

Ray is looking at you, almost surprised that you had the courage to reject him. Despite your effort he doesn't budge much, it's like his feet are planted to the ground. 

You're not able to meet his bloodshot eyes as you desperately try to free yourself. He's mumbling something that you can't quite comprehend and then his heavy hands are pushing your shoulders against the cold glass of the shop entrance, once again.

You didn't know you were crying until your vision started to blur with tears. This feeling of helplessness is the same one that kept you stuck in Ray's twisted love for months. 

Red flags were scattered all around, he started by making you doubt your abilities as an artist to then insistently ask you to pass all your male clients to Hani, co-owner of the shop as well as your best friend ever since you were children. She was the one who covered up your lies with Ray, as you tried to keep your clients aways from his madness.

He bulldozed everything around you, but Hani always stayed by your side, refusing to believe Ray's lies. She was your sturdy pillar when everything around you was falling apart. 

It was when Ray began to spread heavy lies about her, to lead you to break the agreements and contract with her, that you finally understood the gravity of the situation, that he was capable of totally ruining your life if you allowed him to manipulate you further. 

The threatening texts and stalking episodes that followed are nothing compared to what keeping a relationship with him could have entailed.

You're not sure when Ray started behaving in a toxic manner, cause you still remember the rosy beginning of your relationship and everything was just fine. Hani says she started noticing changes when he decided to surprise you one day at the shop and found the both of you engaged in a simple conversation with some male regulars. This evidently made him very jealous, because from that moment, the ordeal began. 

Your thoughts and sobbing are interrupted when Ray goes from mumbling pleas to insulting you with hatred, while his hands squeeze your shoulders as if to make sure to imprint on your skin all that he is feeling for you. 

You're not sure how you managed to free yourself from his grip, next thing you know you're running with all the strength you have left in your body, abandoning the alley of the shop to find a safer place. You hear him calling your name a couple of times as you put more and more distance between you. You fear that he might follow you and block you once again and the mere thought of finding yourself defenseless in the arms that once wrapped you with apparent affection, is enough to make new tears flow down your cheeks. 

The streets are almost empty and after reaching one that is well illuminated by shop signs, you look around to make sure he is not after you. When you make sure he is nowhere to be found, you grab your phone with shaky hands to call your best friend. You keep walking down the sidewalk as you try to calm your crying. 

“Y/N?” 

After a few rings, Hani answers the phone and hearing her voice ruins your desperate attempt to stay calm. You let out a liberating cry as you tell her that Ray really went too far this time. 

You knew that Hani had a date with her boyfriend, Taehyung, who she met several months ago at the shop. Tae got a tattoo from her and from that moment they became inseparable. You knew they were going out to dinner and you feel bad ruining their date like this, but they are the only people you can trust who know everything about your struggles with your ex.

Hani speaks quickly but gently on the phone, she clearly tries to keep calm while she tells you to go to the bar that you often visit after work, located just a few minutes away from the shop. She reassures you, telling you that they would be there as soon as possible. 

“Don't hang up until you get there, okay?” Hani adds, she can probably sense how shaken you are by what just happened and leaving you alone, even if it's over the phone, is out of question.

“I'm almost there,” you reply weakly through your sobs as you keep walking. You dry your face and try to normalize your breathing when you reach the small street where the bar is located. It's a quiet little place that holds countless memories for you and Hani, it was there that you and her celebrated the purchase of your tattoo shop a few years ago and it's where you return whenever you feel the need to unplug for a moment, while remaining in an familiar environment that makes you feel at ease. 

You walk through the entrance still holding your phone to your ear. The warmth hits your limbs pleasantly while lounge music and the smell of beer begin to envelop you like a blanket. 

On the other end of the phone you hear a loud windy noise and you deduce that Hani has already gotten on the motorcycle with Tae and that they are therefore about to arrive.

You feel a little calmer.

You end the call, knowing that Hani can't hear you and instead you opt for a text, informing her you'll wait for them at your usual spot. 

When you scan the place, you're glad it's only a tuesday as there are only a few people. You reach the slightly more secluded area of the place and you sit at your favorite table. The place is filled with fairy lights hanging above your head, their light hitting the brickstone of the walls and the wooden furniture just right, giving a cozy vibe that you always liked.

You then take off your jacket and your bag before sitting down, glad to have some dividers shielding you as you feel the aftermath of the adrenaline rush coming to you, all your strength drains away. Your shoulders ache from the tension and because of Ray's grip on them, your feet throb from the wild run and your heart continues to beat like a concert is taking place inside your ribs. You lean on the table with your elbows as you bring your hands to your head to massage your temples.

How could you ever imagine to find yourself in a similar situation?

You naively refused to believe that Ray was capable of hurting you in any way. He was too sweet and helpful with you at the beginning to think he was evil, your shared passion for arts was the core of your relationship and you also learned something new about the art of tattooing thanks to him. You were grateful for all the help he gave you in the shop. Ray is also objectively hot and the physical attraction and sexual chemistry were very strong between you.

Everything was pretty perfect.

Too much indeed, to the point that thinking about it now you wonder how you didn't notice how much the whole thing was stinking a mile away. You couldn't imagine that behind his perfect appearance and behavior, there was such an obsessed manipulator. You truly believed that he loved you like you loved him.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hands. Whatever he has done now, you're sick to ask help from the cops, they did nothing useful when you needed them in the past.

"We can't handcuff a guy without clear evidence that he's acting in bad faith, he's a heartbroken young man trying to win his girlfriend back!" 

These were the words they said only two months ago, when you tried to report his constant messages and stalking episodes. Nobody did anything. They dwelt mostly on the threats he sent, on the fact that he said he was going to hurt himself if you didn't answer or consider getting back together with him and they also didn't think his repeated visits were something to worry about, since he used to do that when you were still together, in their opinion.

They even had the courage to tell you that you guys are young, that people are made to make mistakes and learn from them and all that bullshit people say when they need  to give air to their mouths. 

They made him seem like the victim here and you are so sick to deal with this bullshit, you'd rather lock yourself home and never get out than asking their useless help once again. 

You don't feel safe anyway, neither without nor with them.

You've resigned to the idea that you can't count on them and that you must do something yourself, but what can you do against a much taller and stronger guy?

You shiver at the thought but then your attention is drawn by a soft voice.

“Hey,” when you lift your head, your gaze softens as it meets your best friend's face. She promptly sits next to you without even taking off her motorcycle jacket and gloves and she pulls you into her arms.

"I swear if I see him around I'll gouge out his eyes and make earrings out of them." 

Hani states as she continues to soothe you in her embrace. A little smile creeps on your face, mostly because you know that she would be perfectly capable of doing what she just said. 

She is scary sometimes, but you love her nonetheless. 

You feel an extra hand caressing your shoulder "That's a creepy way to do some recycling but I approve" Taehyung adds in a lighter tone, when you move to look at him you notice he is looking down at you with a sad smile on his face.

Since Tae started dating Hani, he has become a dear friend to you, you love the natural way he takes care of her, and you appreciate the several times he came to your rescue, having a fight with Ray to defend you. He is a good friend. You smile at him but the smile doesn't reach your puffy reddened eyes. 

It's nice to know that your friends are always there for you, you feel so helpless though, so fragile right now. 

Tae orders the usual for the three of you and some snacks from a passing waiter, and then he joins you and Hani at the table, both of them ready to listen to you.

“Thank you guys for coming- I'm sorry I ruined your date.” you feel guilty and your voice is still trembling a little bit. 

“Don't even joke about it, Y/N.” Tae's tone is almost scolding as he fixes their motorcycle jackets next to him. 

“You know that Tae and I see each other almost every day," Hani says "You don't have to worry about that.” 

“It's just that I- I never felt so weak before” you admit as your eyes begin to shine again, unshed tears gathering on the rim of your lower eyelid, threatening to fall at any moment. 

“I tried to push him away when he kissed me.” the memory of his lips on yours makes you shudder, so much so that you can't believe that there was a time instead when you craved those lips all over your body. 

"I was barely able to push him off of me." Hani and Tae keep listening, anger readable on their faces as you recount what happened. You manage to speak on the verge of crying, your eyes glimmer but this time you find the strength to keep your tears at bay. You feel anger taking over your fear right now, that's probably why you refuse to cry over your disgusting ex and his demeanor yet again.

Hani interjects, stating that she'll do all the closing at the shop with you from now on, adding that she's starting to consider buying you some pepper spray, so you can empty it on his face if he shows up again.

The waiter returns with your orders and some water, telling you to call him back if you need anything else. He seems to have noticed your mood and doesn't want to interfere too much while remaining at your service anyway. You thank him with a warm smile before he goes back to doing his job elsewhere.

“Pepper spray is a good idea and you should buy it if it makes you feel a little safer," Tae begins "but I have another idea.” he adds before sipping his drink.

“I have a friend who races with me who also owns a gym, he even teaches kids how to throw good punches and stuff.”

You had almost completely forgotten that Tae participates in a regional motorcycle racing championship every year, Hani did nothing but talk about it at the beginning of their relationship. 

Hani nods vigorously after taking a sip of her own drink, agreeing with her boyfriend. 

"It wouldn't be a bad idea actually!" she says “Punching the shit out of that dick head would be even more satisfying!”

Tae fishes his wallet out of his jacket pocket and then rummages through its folds. When he finds what he was looking for, he places a business card on the table and pushes it towards you. 

"Jungkook took care of the gym full time before also dedicating himself to racing" he explains "Now there is a guy who helps him with the management, but he prefers to take care of the main courses himself"

You collect the business card while pondering what to do. Taking some boxing lessons might help you boost your confidence, your strength and it might be a good distraction as well.

"It's not that far from the shop" you recognize the name of the gym having passed in front of it a few times while you wanted to buy breakfast in a nearby coffee shop before your shift at work. You could use the opportunity to learn something new that you could also use to your advantage if needed.

You listen while Tae tries to explain what he knows about the gym, telling you that his friend Jungkook mainly handles the children's class in the early afternoon and the adult's class that starts at 7pm. That wouldn't be bad for you, since your closing time is around 6 pm, cleaning up and preparing the shop for the next day won't take much time.

“If you decide to try, tell him I sent you,” Tae continues “I can already tell you tho- Jungkook loves to joke, sometimes a little too much, but he's a good guy and knows how to be serious when necessary” 

You slightly nod, looking back at the piece of paper in your hands. 

You can try, and if you don't like it you can always leave. 

You can grab an uber or whatever to reach the place and to go back home. It should be fine if you book it a little earlier, so you don't have to wait alone outside.

"Okay," you suddenly say "I think I'll give it a try." 

Hani and Tae both smile, visibly content with your choice.

"Do you want me to walk you there?" Hani asks "It'll be a 30ish minute walk" You accept Hani's proposal without thinking too much.

"How about thursday?" you add "We can go together and then I'll get organized with uber and stuff"

Hani agrees, then she drifts her attention to Tae, who starts to discuss with her the time and place he will be coming to pick her up after she drops you at the gym.

The evening continues normally, you regain your tranquility bit by bit, even tho there is always a pinch of sadness and anger bothering you in the back of your mind. Sharing some quiet moments with your friends managed to cheer you up enough to genuinely laugh at the silly bickering between the two lovebirds. 

You can't help but wonder if you'll be able to get over this mess anytime soon.

When it's time to go home, Hani decides that she will be spending the night with you at the apartment you once shared for more than a year, before she started to crash often at Tae's.

Ray could always decide to make the situation worse by showing up at your door, you think. If he decides to do so, Hani could create those famous eyeballs-earrings much sooner, she said. The joke makes you all chuckle, you are happy to have them by your side, gosh- you truly are grateful.

Spending time with them definitely improved your mood and you feel like you can overcome this bad period of your life, with time and patience. 

You thank Tae who waited for your uber to arrive before putting on his helmet and get on his motorcycle.

You feel incredibly tired but hopeful, this new experience could really help you on multiple fronts.

September 14th, Thursday

When you wake up, you feel like you've slept for barely 2 hours, but it's been like this since the whole stalking shit started, so. You lack your usual enthusiasm, that unbridled desire to create works of art on other people's skin, it's slowly vanishing away and that worries you. 

You do your best to react though. The day goes by better than yesterday, your appointments at the shop flow smoothly one after the other and some potential customers have come to ask for some info on the costs of piercings, something Hani mainly manages. 

You keep your mood up to meet your customers' requests, to smile and make them feel comfortable.

You are finishing the last touches on the skin of your last client of the day when, looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, you realize that soon it will be time to close, you shudder a little even if you know that Hani will close the shop with you this time, it's been only two days after all, the events are still too fresh. You let the buzzing sound of the pen distract you as you fill the last bit of skin with ink.

In no time, the shop is empty and silent again, except for Hani who has the pleasant habit of humming as she tidies up her side of the shop. You finish cleaning your station while your mind wanders. You think that it was so natural and easier to enjoy the peace of this place before. 

This has always been a safe place for you, your very home. Of course, the concept of home is usually a place where you don't do your job, where you sleep, eat and rest. You pay the rent for the apartment, but this is still where you spend most of your time, this is that place that you know you will never leave, that you feel it's yours, that when you walk through the door makes you feel in your element.

It shouldn't be that difficult now, it's still the same shop, but the need to hide your appointments to avoid arguments with your ex in the past and the fear you began to feel as time passed, have tarnished what this place means to you. Your face drops in sadness at the thought. You want to go back to loving this place like you've always done at all costs and find some serenity again. Tattooing has always been your passion, something that sadly distanced you from your parents, who always wished you would pursue a different career. You won't let Ray ruin what you accomplished with sacrifices.

The shop shines when you're done, you pick up the bag previously prepared for the gym and you and Hani close the shop together. 

You hope these lessons can help you release some stress.

Hani walks by your side, talking about everything and nothing, sharing a little laugh when you tell her that you can't wait to punch a sandbag imagining Ray's face. 

The evening is pleasantly chilly and you're almost at the gym when you ask Hani if she wants you to wait with her for Tae to arrive.

“Don't worry I'll meet him at the corner,” she reply "besides, the class has already started, you should head inside."

You look at your phone, realizing it's way past 7:30pm already and you begin to feel a little anxious. Hani then tells you to call her or Tae if you need anything, even if they're going to spend the evening at the movies, she makes sure that you know you can always rely on them.

You nod, smiling "Thanks for being there Hani, I don't know how I'd have reacted to all of this alone" You truly don't know. Hani waves her hand "Don't even joke abaut it" she replies, mirroring your smile. 

"You even talk like Tae now!"

She rolls her eyes but she knows you are just teasing her.

“I want to know everything about your first lesson tomorrow!” she emphatically throws a few empty and totally random punches. You giggle at the scene shaking your head “Sure sure- I’ll show you what I learn.” 

“As long as you don't punch me, I'm fine with it.” You push her playfully and then you say goodbye as she walks away and you enter the gym.

It seems like a recently renovated place. You expected the usual smell of sweat and plastic typical of the gyms, but you are actually surprised to catch a fresh hint of flowers in the air. You notice a small reception near the entrance door, a well decorated counter with all sorts of flyers on top and red and blue led lights that illuminate the gym logo in the front, but there is no one behind the counter to welcome you. 

You take a few steps through an arch that leads to what is apparently the main area of the gym. 

The floor is mostly covered with a rubber tatami and you see some hanging plants and flower pots by the walls, which explains the very subtle smell in the air. Different tools and dumbbells are scattered around while several people are engaged in exercises of various kinds in front of some floor to ceiling mirrors.

You scan the place, pleased by the vibe it radiates. It surely is strange to find so many flowers and plants in a place like this, but it gives an original touch to it. Your gaze lands on a bunch of guys wearing boxing gloves while observing the explanation of an exercise. The one that's explaining, according to Tae's description, should be his friend Jungkook, who is standing in front of them while performing the exercise in question as an example.

Wow. Those are some wide shoulders right there. 

You watch him intently as the dark haired guy moves. Something about his movements is attractive and you guess it's just him when he turns around and you notice the lip ring that Tae had told you about and the right arm completely full of colorful tattoos that you are already dying to curiously inspect. Yup, he's hot.

You watch him from the entrance as he performs the exercise with ease, his muscles flex and you can glimpse at them while his clothes deliciously wrap around his body. Tae could have warned you, it's gonna be hard to concentrate with this guy.

Jungkook almost seems to sense your gaze on him when, once his explanation is over, he turns towards the entrance you are standing at and your eyes meet for a moment. You tense up cursing at yourself, gawking at a complete stranger at the gym is creepy, But then you notice he's smiling while he approaches you and the group of guys he left is now performing the exercise.

"Can I help you?" 

Of course, even his voice had to be hot. Fuck. You shift on your spot, clutching the bag you're carrying on your shoulder as you hope the warmth you're feeling on your face doesn't color your cheeks.

"You must be Jungkook," you reply, feeling a little awkward. Why even the sound of your own voice sounds stupid to you right now, damn.

"In the flesh." he responds confidently, pushing his hair back with his fingers.

Ok, now it's fucking clear as day that this guy knows very well that he is good looking and that he has an effect, which makes you think that he must be used to the women eating him up with their eyes.

"And you are?" he asks with curiosity laced in his voice. 

"Uh sorry, I'm Y/N" you compose your thoughts trying to ignore the increasing awkwardness you feel explaining that "Taehyung told me about your class and I would like to give it a try." 

"Kim Taehyung? Are you two friends?" He seems surprised as his eyebrows raise.

“Yeah, his girlfriend is my best friend.” 

Jungkook chuckles by himself, amused by something you ignore. 

"You're the tattoo artist, aren't you?" he asks, smiling as if he figured a puzzle or something like that.

“Did he say I was coming?”

“Not exactly,” Jungkook replies “but I met your best friend at Tae's a few times and I heard her say your name while speaking to Tae.” He seems pleased by the coincidence. 

The fact that he remembers this small thing doesn't surprise you that much, but you start to feel anxious wondering if he happened to hear something related to your situation with Ray, you'd rather avoid talking about it. It's already difficult to deal with it with your friends, but most of all, you don't need compassion.

Jungkook observes you momentarily, and almost as if he sensed the drift of your thoughts, he beckons you to follow him towards a freer area of the gym. You follow him till you reach a set of gloves neatly arranged in one corner. 

“Can I see your hands?” he asks casually.

"Sure." You leave the bag you're carrying on your shoulder on the ground, moving it to the side so it's not in the way, then you bring your hands forward with your palms facing up to let him observe them. Jungkook gently gathers your hands, and his touch is so delicate you barely feel it. He observes carefully, humming while he tries to figure out which pair of boxing gloves would fit you well.

It's not even a proper touch, it almost feels like the slight tickle that a feather would give and it's... pleasant. You're not completely indifferent as his fingers continue to brush the back of your hands, the sensation making you feel a little shy even though he is just looking at your hands and nothing more.

"Try these" His fingers leave you to take and offer you a particular pair of boxing gloves that he thinks might fit you. You inspect them briefly, wincing a little at the sweaty feel that envelops your hands as you put them on. 

You feel your hands swimming inside, indicating that they are too big for you. You look at Jungkook asking “Do you have a slightly smaller pair?” Jungkook seems to have already considered the possibility that these were too big. He is giggling as he hands you another pair of seemingly smaller and more colorful boxing gloves and you see him try to bite back the smile that's on his pink lips. You can't help but think that the way he scrunches up his nose is actually cute.

You switch up the gloves with the colorful one, immediately understanding why he was chuckling like that. “I know, it's a big problem for me,” you admit, chuckling at your own hands, “I can't find latex gloves that fit perfectly 'cause of this” He laughs with you, amused by the smile that formed on your face when you noticed that the gloves he gave you are for children, specifically a blue and red spiderman themed pair. 

"Using the words 'big problem" just made the whole thing funnier!"

"Well, I'll throw spider punches today." you joke.

Jungkook let's out a small laugh as he is looking at you with something in his eyes, you're probably the first grown up who needs kid's gloves and you catch him subtly checking you out.

This sense of lightness, simple yet helpful for your tired mind, is doing some good to you, you can feel it as you notice that you're exchanging genuine smiles and gazes since you started talking.

You follow him, avoiding to step on the tatami with your shoes as you approach the corner with different punch bags. He stands next to you in front of one of the standing punch bags available.

“Alright- so, there's no need to throw hard punches, for now just show me how you throw them.”

"But I don't know how!" you admit.

"Exactly, I want to see your natural movements, to understand what we'll have to work on'' Jungkook replies as he crosses his arms on his chest. The motion captures your eyes for a moment too long. That sleeve tattoo looks perfectly done and you barely refrained to take a closer look, the delicious way his tatted muscles are popping out of his white t-shirt is too distracting.

"Now show me how those little hands would hit the bag" his tone has slightly changed and he is smirking at you. He's teasing purposely and you think you saw him winking at you, or maybe you just imagined it. You roll your eyes as an attempt to save yourself from the embarrassment of being caught gawking at him like that. 

You ignore the persistent warmth on your cheeks and try to remember the movements you saw earlier, as he explained to those guys. They seemed to get into position before they did anything else, so you try to imitate the movements you remember as best as you can.

You bring your left arm across your chest as your right arm punches the punch bag in front of you with ease. Jungkook's face is fully concentrated, he hums as he nods a couple of times, his gaze lost as he ponders on the movements he just saw. 

“Okay, first of all- your left arm.” Jungkook moves, putting himself between you and the punch bag. 

"Get back in position again, the one before you throw the punch" 

You promptly do what he asked, repeating the previous movements once again. You stop when your arms are folded like before and you're ready to throw the punch. Jungkook's hands move as he says "Relax your shoulders." and then they gently rest on you.

This time his touch is not a simple featherlike brush, you feel the weight of his hands resting delicately on your skin and you stiffen at the contact. He said you should relax, but his hands on you caused the opposite reaction.

Ray and his hands come to your mind, the feeling of him holding you against the glass door is fogging your thoughts again, even though Jungkook's touch is soft and gentle on you.

You wince a little, taking a step back instinctively. Jungkook immediately withdraws his hands, sensing your discomfort. 

"S-sorry, I was trying to correct your posture, I didn't mean to-"

“No- it's fine" you interrupt him, suppressing the negative emotions that started to poison your guts.

You really want to focus and learn and until now, you had no idea your ex's behavior has affected you up to this point. 

Jungkook watches you dubiously, you can't decipher the expression adorning his beautiful face right now, he seems worried, thoughtful, maybe he's wondering what kind of an idiot would want to learn how to throw punches and then reacts like this at the slightest physical contact. 

The idea of having to give up because of this sensation, pisses you off. You gulp the lump on your throat while you close your eyes briefly, then you resume the position, being careful to relax your shoulders this time.

"Better?" you ask in a calm voice. Jungkook nods with a faint smile on his face. Even if he probably noticed there's something wrong, you're glad he's not asking questions. 

"What else wasn't right?" 

Jungkook notices your determination to continue and returns to your side again, opting for a demonstrative explanation this time.

He moves his body naturally and you observe him carefully. His movements are so precise and satisfying to watch and the desire to learn, to achieve more or less this naturalness, gives you the right push to continue. Most of all, now that you know that Ray left this horrible sensation on your skin, you're determined to get rid of it. 

Jungkook explains the importance of taking a correct position, to be able to hurt and not get hurt. A faint smile returns to your face at his way of explaining this kind of thing with passion and care. 

You imitate his movements by moving your left foot forward, your left arm at your chest like before but slightly higher, until your glove touches the side of your chin. When you feel that you have planted your foot well on the ground, with a slight movement of your shoulders, you accompany your right fist towards the bag, also rotating your pelvis slightly.

And just like that, you land a perfect punch on the punch bag.

Jungkook cheers softly so as not to disturb the others but his satisfaction is evident. You smile to see him so taken for so little, but you have to admit that you feel pumped, and yes- it was only one perfectly landed punch.

“That's a great start!” he adds enthusiastically. 

"So even small hands can throw some good punches huh!" You laugh softly and Jungkook joins you, genuinely amused.

"I'm sure those little punches will be able to do a lot of harm soon!" he declares "If you wanna join the gym, of course." 

This is what you needed to hear, it gives you courage, you can't wait to feel totally comfortable with your abilities, you're ready to commit to this and Jungkook saw it, when you eagerly said "Of course I want!"

That -little episode- long forgotten when you two started to talk comfortably that evening. Jungkook took some time to explain how and when he gives his lessons and to show you around the gym as well as the female's locker room, making sure you knew you could use everything you wanted once you felt comfortable enough to train alone.

From that day, you started going to the gym almost regularly. To be honest, as time passed, you couldn't wait to get back on that tatami to train after work, it soon became a healthy habit.

And, on the other side, you could see Jungkook.

You like having him around, you and him started bantering all the time almost instantly. You got used to his presence and his ways of teasing pretty fast and he's been a breath of fresh air for you. You've been attracted to him since day one, you're not gonna lie, but he soon became some kind of a friend. 

Yeah, that kind of friend you'd gladly rip their clothes off, but whatever.

The lethal mix of wide shoulders, buff body, lip ring, tatted arm and that sweet face of his when he smiles and scrunch up his cute nose… 

Yup, you're kinda crushing on him and training with him almost everyday it's quite challenging.

You two share a nice friendship, but it's clear that something else is hidden underneath. The constant glances and flirty jokes at the gym are proof of that and from time to time you also catch him pretending not to be looking at your butt. 

You are more at ease now and that's also thanks to him and his lessons.

Everything seems to be falling back to place, if not an even better one. 

Ray has been silent since that night outside the shop. No messages, no calls, no unexpected visits, no nothing. The fear to meet him again is still persistent and sometimes the horrible things he did to you still haunt your mind, but you're now able to manage to get rid of it in no time. You're more confident, you sleep better and you're learning a bunch of new stuff that keeps your mind busy.

You feel like you're able to breathe again, like you got your life back in your hands. 

Hani walked with you to the gym a few more times after the first time, but you soon started to book an uber to go and get back. It wasn't difficult to get into a rhythm: you book it through your phone a little earlier, so you don't have to wait outside and that's it, like this you're able to close the shop and get into the car immediately and when you have to go back home, you take a shower at the gym, say your goodbyes and head outside, where your uber is already waiting for you. Simple and effective.

Just to be extra sure, you leave your lessons a little earlier, like at 9pm instead of 10pm. Better safe than sorry.

Jungkook never asked the reason why you always leave early, not explicitly at least. Sometimes he's teased you by asking if you quit training early to fight crime with your cute hands, a recurring joke you always involuntarily smile at. Tae had warned you after all, Jungkook jokes a lot and in all this time spent at the gym, training with him, you had the opportunity to see for yourself.

There's something though that seems to creep behind his eyes every now and then and you can't quite put your finger on what. Sometimes he seems extremely thoughtful or even sad, even a few moments after he just cracked a joke. 

You never had the courage to ask, just like he never asked why you reacted like that the first time he touched you. You don't want to ask him what's bothering him and apparently he doesn't want to ask you either. Jungkook began to invade your thoughts just like that, with ease, and this hidden mystery behind his beautiful brown eyes keeps drawing you to him more and more.

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Everyone wanted to be and live like jeon jungkook. rookie streamer that somehow got everything he wanted, he had the views, he had the fans, he had the best friends, but one thing he didn’t have was love. When one of his best friends introduces him to yn he absolutely hates her. Slowly both of them get closer and jungkook starts to feel like maybe he can get love after all.

Genre: enemies to lovers (kinda), slow burn, fluff, angst, streamer au, social media au,

Warning! there’s no smut written but there’s sexual jokes, cursing

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twitch l | twitch ll | the privates

1- lvr girl

2- clout chaser

3- nice girl

4- i’m sorry

5- WHAT

6- dinner

7- enemies to lovers?

8- arrested

9- besties

10- chill stream

11- amazing idea

12- planning…

13- uh oh

14- someone better

15- 10/10

16- drunk

17- finally

18- i’ll wait

19- pink

20- secret gf???

21- they knew

22- please

23- jimin goes crazy

24- funeral

25- the day twitter broke

26- #simp

27- another loss

28- falling

extras:

texts with streamer bf jungkook!

playful fight

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- Dear Namjoon (SMUT 🔞)|fluff & angst

↳ "I won't tell him" those four words made him smirk. "you won't tell him that one of his best friends has the hots for his little sister?" his breathe tickles your nose, you blush at his words making him sneer at your reaction, shaking your head.

"words" he pinches your thigh, as his hand makes it's way underneath your skirt. "No I won't tell him" you whine, you could feel yourself vulnerable with every touch, that you'd agree to anything he asked from you.

"good girl"

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- D E E P (SMUT 🔞) | fluff, angst, best friends, fake dating, slow burn

↳ "but you guys are just fuck buddies" I speak up, making him smirk "it's called killing time, they know what they get into when they come to me"

"if you're just doing it to kill time, then do it with me"

Main chapters: index

- S N A T C H (SMUT 🔞) | gang au, angst

↳ Your father became the chief of police after he intercepted the ranks of the most influential gang. After six years of being in prison, Min yoongi escapes and has one goal in mind before he goes back into business. He's gonna get his revenge on the man who betrayed him and got him locked up. He was going to take the one thing that mattered to him the most; his daughter.

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✧ Dear Namjoon (namjoon)

series; not completed | angst, smut, brothers best friend , namjoon fanfic -synopsis; You move in with your father and brother while your mother is away, one of you're brother's best friends becomes interested in you but you're relationship has to be kept a secret. index

✧ DEEP

Series; not completed | angst, smut, fake dating, contract, yoongi fanfic - synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees. index

✧ Snatch

Series; not completed | only available on AO3 | mafia au, smut, content warning, yoongi fanfic - synopsis; your father becomes an undercover cop and succeeds in locking up one of the most wanted criminal, only for him to escape prison and come after you in order to return your father the favor.

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Series; not completed | only available on AO3 | mafia au, smut, content warning, yoongi fanfic - synopsis; your father becomes an undercover cop and succeeds in locking up one of the most wanted criminal, only for him to escape prison and come after you in order to return your father the favor. index

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Series; discontinued | only available on AO3 | fluff, smut, establish relationship, jungkook fanfic - synopsis; after moving into your new neighborhood you encounter your neighbor who is the same age and grade as you. He discovers your secrets and falls in love with everything you hate about yourself.

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✧ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content

✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract

✧ synopsis; you run a cafe, live in a quiet city. you're life is normal just as everyone else, but not everyone seems to be who they seem. what do you do when your soulmate appears again and pulls you back into the world you had been running from for six years.

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protection. (m)

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (y’all i literally typed min yoongi instead of jungkook THIS IS NOT HIS STORY I CAN’T GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD)

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 1.8k

warnings: it’s called protection but there is none lol, soft cuddly jk, thunderstorms, cockwarming, oral (f receiving), kind of domestic, just something sweet since all i write is intense fucking

summary: your boyfriend acts as your distraction during a thunderstorm.

notes: inspired by the thunderstorm that happened here two days ago, and an anon who asked for a soft nsfw one shot w/ jk.

“Oh, damn.”

You flinched as another lightning bolt struck the ground with so much intensity that it looked as if the sun were out for a few seconds.

You knew this particular bolt would bring some pretty heavy thunder with it, especially since it took about fifteen seconds for the actual sound to follow the lighting.

“It’s getting pretty bad out there, isn’t it?” Jungkook asked, flicking his eyes up past his phone to rake over your figure for a few moments.

“Yeah...” You confirmed wearily, feeling sick to your stomach as the rain began to fall harder outside.

It was cool in the house, the lights were flickering a bit, and a small amount of rain managed to get inside. The atmosphere was stuffy, and it felt like some sort of opening to a bad horror movie, which you were not here for.

For your boyfriend, though, this was a walk in the park. He didn’t mind stormy weather at all, and often preferred to fall asleep with the thunder blasting past the music in his headphones.

He twisted his lips up in a frown as you brought your knees up further into your chest, slowly enclosing them within your arms as you kept your gaze at the wall in front of you, occasionally taking a glance outside if you heard or saw something you really didn’t like.

“Why do you even bother looking out there if you know it’s going to scare you more?” Jungkook asked, setting his phone down on the arm of the couch as he relaxed his posture and spread his legs a bit.

“I’m not scared,” You immediately responded, cursing under your breath at the unexpected jolt your body did when the lights began to flicker again, “I just like to check to make sure I’m not gonna die.”

Jungkook snickered and shook his head at your defiance, although he found it adorable that you were afraid of a little bad weather.

He didn’t mind, though. It was during times like this he could pull you into his lap and throw his arms around you without your complaining about making him uncomfortable for sitting on him for a long period of time.

“Come on, baby.” He smiled a bit as you turned your head in his direction, patting his crotch area gently with one hand while beckoning you over with the pointer finger of the other.

You shook your head, and Jungkook raised an eyebrow. You said no to him often when he asked you to sit on his lap, but you always ended up there anyway. Either by your own will, or a small bit of coercing.

“Don’t wanna?” Jungkook asked simply, relaxing his posture against the couch and throwing his arms over the sides of it. You shook your head once more, and he nodded once.

“Alright. It’s your call.” He shrugged, closing his eyes with a pleased smile as the thunder began to come down so roughly that it caused a few objects in the room to shake.

You fiddled with your fingers and took another glance over at Jungkook, envying him for thriving off of moments like this.

Now that you thought about it, his lap was always warm and inviting, and would it really hurt for you to...keep him warm? That’s all you were doing. This was for him, not for you.

You cleared your throat with fake confidence, which immediately caught Jungkook’s attention. He opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at you expectantly.

“You know what, since you asked me so nicely—“ A continuous string of thunder sounded for a few seconds, and you shot Jungkook a worried glance before the lights went out.

You shot up off of the couch immediately and ran toward your boyfriend, feeling around for his torso before you slowly sat yourself on top of him.

He laughed as you curled up into his chest, your body trembling as the small amount of heat that was in the room left as soon as the power cut.

“What was that about me asking so nicely?” Jungkook asked with a small hum, sitting upright so he could pull you further into him. The muscles of his arms did do an amazing job of keeping you calm, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“Why do you live off of my fear?” You mumbled into his chest, your hands lightly pressed against his shoulders as he settled his arms around your waist.

“I don’t live off of your fear.” Jungkook’s voice cracked slightly toward the end of his sentence, and you shot your head up to look at him.

Although you had to squint to see it, you could make out the uncomfortable expression on his face as he swallowed thickly.

“This is why I don’t sit on your lap, Kook.” You sighed, wondering why he didn’t tell you he was uncomfortable. You placed your hands on either side of his thighs to pull yourself off of him, but he pulled you right back down, so harshly that it knocked the breath out of you momentarily.

“Sit there, and stay still.” He warned, but why would you listen to that?

You wiggled around a bit, as much as you could before Jungkook got a death grip on your hips. You couldn’t believe it when you felt the boner in his sweats pressing against your inner thigh.

“Please don’t tell me you’re hard right now.” You asked, tone monotonous as you stared blankly at him. He probably couldn’t see your face, but you were sure that your voice change would show your disappointment.

“How could I not be hard when a pretty girl is sitting on my lap?” You could almost hear the shrug in his voice. You lowered your head down into your hands and sighed heavily.

“You’re horny because I’m afraid?” You wanted to laugh a bit at the situation.

“So, you are afraid!” Jungkook quickly tried to switch the topic. You lifted your head.

“That’s not the point here.” He smirked. You’d probably roll your eyes if you could see it.

“I just made it the point.”

“Jungkook—“ He cut you off, holding you tight against his chest as he stood up, flinging you playfully onto the couch so you were lying on your back.

He pulled your (his) shirt up to reveal your breasts, nipples already hard due to the lack of warmth in the room.

He licked his lips and latched his mouth onto one of them, twisting the other between his thumb and pointer fingers gently.

You moaned, back arching off of the couch. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to do when he picked you up, but it certainly wasn’t this.

He have your other nipple the same treatment with his tongue, biting gently at the sensitive little nub.

He placed a kiss between your breasts, moving his way down your upper body as he moved backward a bit to make room for himself between your legs.

He began to nip and lick at your thighs, and your legs began to shake as he breathed gently against your clothed core.

“I can-“ one kiss to your thigh, “-think of something-“ and another, “-that’ll distract you for a bit.” One final kiss, this time right over your pulsing cunt. You hissed.

“Starts with h, and ends with d.” Jungkook teased, hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties as he tugged then down your thighs slowly, not bothering to pull them off completely.

“Husband?” You joked, and Jungkook smiled against your pussy lips, the small action sending your stomach into a frenzy.

“Not quite. Good guess, but you’re about a month or two ahead of the game.” He kissed the hood of your clit gently, before wrapping his pretty lips around your bundle of nerves and sucking it gently into his mouth.

You moaned weakly, sliding your hands into his hair as he placed his large hands against your inner thighs, spreading you gently so he could enjoy more of you.

You and Jungkook talked of marriage often, but hearing him openly admit that he was planning to ask you to spend the rest of your days with him sometime soon made this entire experience all the more arousing.

You gasped as he replaced his tongue with his thumb, gently circling your clit with practice as he took a few licks toward your tight, wet hole.

Jungkook knew your body so well that he didn’t even need to see to make you a whining mess.

He delved his strong muscle inside of you, growling quietly against your cunt as you squeezed against his tongue.

He always played around a bit when he was given the pleasure of tasting you, and this time was no different. He’d flick his tongue wildly inside of your pussy, draining your body of every ounce of that delicious juice you had to offer him, or he could take it slow, and bring you to your peak steadily.

He opted to drive you to the brink of insanity today, so he fucked you open with his tongue while rubbing frenzied circles against your clit.

You were too quiet for his liking, so he slapped gently at your clit to bring you back to your senses.

“Feels so good,” You praised him with a small stutter, dropping your hands down to your sides. Jungkook quickly took them into his much larger ones, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pulled you closer toward your orgasm.

Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly as Jungkook brought his attention back to your aching clit, catching you by surprise as he began to switch between teasing the nub and collecting the sweetness that pooled at your entrance.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum soon,” You warned, and Jungkook smiled.

He began to trace patterns against your clit, your moans turning into pathetic whimpers as you teetered on the edge.

With one final graze of his teeth against your clit, you clamped your thighs around his head, and Jungkook gripped your hands tighter as he tasted your release on his tongue.

He stimulated you through your high, waiting until you released his head from between your legs before pulling away.

While you caught your breath, he tugged down his sweats and slid your panties down to your ankles, gently lifting your feet as he threw the ruined garment to the ground.

He sat down on the couch, reaching over to you to pull you up onto your knees.

“Come on, come sit on my cock.” He cooed, and you spread yourself over the tip of his length as he gripped your hips to control the pace at which you slid down onto him.

“Ride you?” You asked breathlessly, and he shook his head and pulled you into his chest, just as he did earlier. Your eyelids began to sag.

“Just sit, sweetheart.” You nodded, squinting once the lights began to flicker a few times before they turned on.

“Lights are back.” You mumbled sleepily. Jungkook laughed, and you smiled as you felt the vibration in your chest.

“I see.” He ran a hand up and down your back soothingly.

“I’m tired.” Jungkook hummed.

“Get some rest then.”

“Love you.” You were beginning to drift off, but not before you heard,

“I love you too.”

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Trick. (m)

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: smut, probably some crack

word count: 4.4k (this was not supposed to be this long)

warnings: piercer!jk, tattooartist!jk, some taehyung in the beginning because i do what i want, oral (f receiving), degradation, dirty talk, pulling jk’s hair, manbun!jk, etc.

summary: you did not come to the tattoo shop that taehyung works at for a clit piercing, but you left with one.

notes: for anon ;)

You hum a tune as you pull open the door to the shop, a small smile on your face as you spot that familiar head of red hair peeking up from behind the front desk.

“Yet again, you always find a way to manage to be unprepared for my appointments.” You playfully scold him, making your way over to the desk and propping your elbows up on top of it.

“Taehyung?” You question, standing on your toes to get a better view of whatever it was that he was doing, when he suddenly shoots up off of the ground with a few different tattoo instruments in hand that you couldn’t even be bothered to try and recognize.

“You’re early, doll.” He does that signature side smirk of his and tosses the tools aside clumsily on the desk. He leans in to place a quick kiss to your forehead, as usual.

“You told me to come at six, right?” You question, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Taehyung strides over to the other side of the shop, grabbing his backpack and his keys.

“I did. Is it six yet?” You tilt your head to the side as you pull your phone out of your back pocket, quickly scanning the screen with your eyes.

“It’s almost 6:30, kid.” You tell him, shaking your head in disbelief as you tuck your phone back into your pocket.

“Oh, well, you’re late.” He shrugs, spinning his keys around his pointer finger as he walks toward you. You stand where you are, arms crossed as your eyes trail up his body toward his face.

“You know how I feel about my time being thrown to waste.” He whispers as he stands in front of you, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you into his chest.

“You also know that I take a strong dislike to you calling me a kid, ________.” You place your hands on his chest and lightly push him away. Though the two of you were just friends, he had a tendency to mess with you like this.

“I demand respect.” He says, struggling to maintain a serious expression. You laugh at this, and take a seat in the chair at his station.

“Are you about to put your stuff in your car?” You ask, wondering why he gathered all of his things up.

“Yes, and I’m about to leave, too.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“How are you about to leave if I have an appointment-“

“Consider this your punishment for being late.” He shrugs nonchalantly, giving you a half assed wave before heading towards the door.

“What? Is Yoongi here?” If Taehyung was about to leave, then that meant Yoongi was still here. He owned the shop, but he usually left before Tae.

You’d grown quite fond of him as a result of all of the time you’d spent at the shop, so if Taehyung was leaving, then you had no problem going to pay Yoongi a visit instead.

“Nope!” Taehyung calls out over his shoulder, the door already open as he sticks one of his long legs outside.

You stand up, preparing to follow Taehyung out.

“Someone’s there to do your tattoo, doll. He’s in the back.” This was news to you. For the many years that you had known Taehyung, he was the only person to have worked here alongside Yoongi.

“You got a new guy? Who is he?” Taehyung hums, carefully considering how he should introduce the newcomer to you.

“His name is Jungkook. He’s a sweet kid. Doesn’t talk much, but he’s good at what he does. I trust him, because he’s got plenty of experience. You’ll be fine.”

“You know that I only trust—“

“Bye!” Taehyung closes the shop door, the little bell above it ringing a few times afterward.

You huff and make your way to exit as well.

‘Punishment my ass.’ You thought.

“You must be Taehyung’s six o’clock.” You heard a gentle voice from behind you. You quickly turned around after hearing his first few words. Taehyung said he was in the back, but you didn’t expect him to show up so suddenly.

“Did I startle you?” He asks, with a curious tilt of his head. You didn’t trust yourself to speak at the moment, so you nodded instead.

This man was sex on legs.

He had a slim build with a cinched waist to balance his wide shoulders, buff arms that were littered in a few random tattoos, and by the way his shirt clung to his chest, you were safe to assume that he had a chiseled torso as well.

“I heard the bell, so I came out to check if Taehyung left or not. I apologize, ________. It’s ________, right?” You nod again.

“I know that I’m likely not your first choice, but I can promise you that you’ll leave fully satisfied. I’m good at what I do.” He flaunts, somewhat of a cocky smirk on his face.

It looked good on him.

“I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

“So I’ve heard.” You respond, walking a bit closer to him to avoid having to continue talking past an awkwardly large gap.

He discreetly swipes his eyes over your figure as you approach him.

“You’re here for a piercing, yeah?” You hum in confirmation. Jungkook smiles.

“It’s a good thing Taehyung left anyway, then. I’m much better at those than he is.” You raise both of your eyebrows in surprise, immediately taken aback by his bold demeanor.

You could’ve sworn Taehyung said that he doesn’t talk much.

“I’ll take you to the back, unless you’d like to get your piercing done out here.” You shake your head, and insist that Jungkook lead you to the back room.

The walk is uncomfortably silent. You aren’t sure whether you should be looking straight at the manbun resting atop his head, the way his arms flex as he walks, or the way he moved with such confidence with every step he took.

Damn, you were being a creep.

You almost bumped into him as he abruptly stopped in front of a closed door with a sign that read ‘Knock before Entering’ on it.

He opened the door, stepping aside to let you take the lead.

“Hop up on that chair and make yourself comfortable. I’ve got to get a few things together before we get started. Is this your first piercing? You know, aside from your ears?” You plop down stiffly onto the chair, holding your elbows to your sides as you watch him carefully.

“Yeah.” You respond dryly. He enters the room and closes the door behind himself.

“You chose a clit piercing for your first time? Shit, you’re a trooper.” Your eyeballs bulge out of your skull.

“I chose a what?” You lean forward, as if that were going to help you better understand the bullshit that just came out of his mouth.

“Yeah?” Jungkook is confused at your reaction. “Taehyung said that’s what you asked for.” You wildly shake your head in disagreement.

How in the hell did he mistake a belly button piercing for a clit piercing?

“No, no no. That’s definitely not what I asked for.” You are completely alert now.

“Oh, hm.” Jungkook shrugs as he sits down on a stool, which was placed to the right of the chair you were on. He continues to prepare his tools, as if you didn’t say that you were not here for a clit piercing.

“Why are you still messing with that stuff, then?” You question, completely on edge. Jungkook shoots you a bewildered gaze.

“Even if you aren’t getting your clit pierced, any other piercing will require the same materials.” He states, staring blankly at you. You clear your throat and lean back in the chair.

Now you felt like a dumbass.

Jungkook turns back around, shaking his head with a small smirk on his face as he continues to prepare his work station.

You took this time to stare at his hands.

He had finger tattoos.

Fuck.

“You should definitely get a clit piercing though.” He comments nonchalantly, opening up a drawer and pulling some pointy object out of it.

“Excuse me?” You were baffled. Jungkook ignores your outburst, and nods as he slips on a pair of latex gloves.

“I’ve heard that it makes sex much more pleasurable, for both you and your partner.” You scrunch your face up, wondering where this was relevant to the conversation.

“Even if you decide to take your pleasure into your own hands, it’ll feel much better than your regular orgasms.”

“It’s just a suggestion, though.” He shrugs, turning to face you with his tattooed hands neatly tucked away in the gloves.

You kind of wished they were off.

“Alright, where’d you want that piercing?” After his little speech, you were certain that he had unintentionally swayed you into forgetting what you originally came for.

A belly button piercing, right?

“How...painful would it be to get my—would it hurt, is my question.” You asked. Jungkook raised both of his eyebrows, surprised at your sudden interest in the topic when you were ready to lose your shit over it just a few moments ago.

He leans his elbow against the counter, propping his head up on his hand as he thinks about it.

“I’ve only given a few, since people don’t really come in for them, but it’s a slight pinch. It’s a needle going through your most sensitive area, so it’s not going to feel nice.” He comments.

“Unless you’re into that, I mean. In that case—“

“Nope, nah, not into that.” You quickly shut the idea down, causing him to laugh.

“Why’d you say people don’t come in for them? Are they not common?”

“They’re more common than you’d think, actually. Clit piercings are only confirmed by appointments, so you can’t just walk in like you would for a tattoo. Most women come in for the consultation, and then they don’t come back.” His fingers fidget inside of the gloves.

“Why’s that?” You would have to apologize to him later for asking all of these questions.

“They probably think that the actual clitoris is getting pierced.” You open your mouth to ask him another question, but he beats you to the chase.

“It’s not.” Oh.

“It’s the clitoral hood.” You hum. That sounded much less painful.

“Literal clit piercings are a thing, but it’s too much of a risk. We don’t offer those here.” You felt a bit better about the idea of it now.

You were literally about to sit here and change your entire plan because of a cute tattooed man.

Then again, you were already here. You know for a fact that you would never come back purposefully to get a clit piercing.

Er, a clitoral hood piercing.

On the bright side, if you didn’t like it, you could take it out. So, was there really any harm in it?

There was one thing you didn’t know, though.

“How long is the healing period?” You ask. Jungkook purses his lips.

“About eight weeks, give or take a few.” Damn, well, there was that.

“Let’s do it.” You smile.

What the hell is wrong with you?

“Really?” Jungkook smiles lazily, and you nod, still a bit unsure, but ready to go for it regardless.

“I do have to give you an unofficial check up before I can determine if this piercing is right for you, though. Slide your pants off for me. Panties too, please.” He pulls the gloves down his wrist. You were frozen in shock.

For what, though? Did you think he was going to pierce you through your fucking pants?

Jungkook waves his hand in front of your face to try and catch your attention. Nothing.

“Would you rather me do it?”

“I got it, I got it.” You hurriedly say, your fingers rushing to the button on your jeans.

You pop it open, and Jungkook respectfully turns away to give you your privacy.

You get down to your zipper, and everything runs smoothly until it gets caught.

‘No, not now. Not right now.’ You tell yourself, trying every possible method to get it free. You try to zip it up and zip it back down, see if any material is caught on it, but nothing works.

Jungkook sees you flailing around out of the corner of his eye and slowly turns his head toward you, stifling a laugh at your frustration.

“Would you like some help?” He offers. You turn to face him, like a deer caught in headlights. A faint blush rises to your cheeks.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” You respond quietly.

He rolls over to you in the small stool he’s sat on, placing his hands on the top part of your pants to have something to hold onto as he grips the zipper between his fingers.

He tries to simply pull it down, but when that fails, he applies a bit more pressure, yanking the zipper so hard that you jolt a bit in the chair.

“Shit, I’m sorry, but it’s really caught in there….” He tries once more to simply pull the zipper, but he too grows frustrated and grips your thigh, his large hand clamped around it as he jerks the zipper with so much force that it breaks.

Your jeans pop open, your black lace panties staring Jungkook right in his face.

You were so thankful that you finally folded your laundry.

“Oh, fuck.” He immediately says, holding the thing between his fingers as he shoots you an unreadable look.

You, on the other hand, were trying to make up any valid excuse to determine why his hand was still on your thigh.

“Oh, uh,” He removes his hands from you and throws the zipper away. You have to stop yourself from making any noise that would show your disappointment at the lack of touch.

“Let’s just—get your pants off and toss them aside.” He grumbles, his voice considerably lower than it was a few minutes ago.

You oblige, sliding your jeans and underwear down in one go, allowing them to pool at your ankles before you take a glance over at Jungkook.

“Is this okay?” You ask, your hands covering your womanhood. Jungkook shakes his head.

“Off, completely.” You gulp, shakily kicking the fabric off of your feet and letting it fall. He catches your jeans before they hit the ground, folding them neatly and sitting them on a table in the corner of the room.

Jungkook rolls his chair around to face you, resting his hands gently on your bare legs. You shiver as he makes contact with your skin through the gloves.

“I’ll make this as quick as possible so it’s a comfortable process for you.” He eyes your hands as you use them to cover yourself, trying to decide what the best method is for you to loosen up a bit.

He taps the side of your leg with his hand twice, somewhat of a knowing smile on his face as he senses your weariness.

“Relax, ________. You have nothing to be afraid of.” You lift your head up to make eye contact with him, slowly lifting your hands as your legs open the smallest bit.

Jungkook gently spreads them further with his own hands, eyeing you intently as he does so.

It looked sexual to you, but you knew that he was probably looking at you like that just in case you decided to stop him.

You allowed Jungkook to spread your legs as wide as he needed in order to successfully complete his study of your anatomy.

You were spread wide in front of this gorgeous man, and you couldn’t have been more nervous. Any other stressful moment in your life didn’t compare to what was happening right now.

“Pull your legs up to your chest for me.” He orders carefully, his hands on your knees as he gently coaxes you to pull your legs up further.

“Shit.” He catches a glimpse of your folds through his peripheral vision, although he covers up his little slip up with a fake coughing fit.

“What was that?” You asked, worried that he might’ve needed you to do something different.

Jungkook shakes his head and waves his hand in a frenzy, as if to silently dismiss your question.

“Nothing, it’s perfect—I, you’re perfect. Stay just like that.” He swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bulge. It makes your legs twitch, and Jungkook takes notes of this.

“I’m going to start now, okay?” He warns you, bringing himself closer to you as his hands slowly slip between your legs.

You bite down on your tongue as he lightly runs his fingers between your folds. You almost catch yourself sliding your hips towards his hand before you come to your senses.

He was barely even touching you, just ghosting his fingers over your folds as he inspected whatever he needed to.

“Yeah, you’re perfectly okay to get this piercing.” Jungkook asks, shifting around in his chair as his pants had gotten uncomfortably tight.

“When was the last time you saw a gynecologist?” He asks, as he continues to examine your glistening folds. He knew that it wasn’t necessary, and all he had to do was take a quick look to see if you were eligible to receive the piercing, but he couldn’t help himself.

Jungkook thought your pussy was perfect on its own, but to imagine it with a piercing through it? He could cum in his pants.

God, you just looked so good.

“Last month.” You comment, breaking him out of his trance, watching the way his face changes as he continues to stare between your legs.

He licks his lips, and you immediately clench in response, Jungkook’s gaze shifting to you in an instant as his fingers stutter over your mound.

“Last month what?” He says, letting his fingers linger a little too long around your clit.

“You asked me when I last went to go see a gynecologist.” You say, your voice caught in your throat as Jungkook quickly retreats his hand back to his side.

“I did?” Jungkook was swooning. You nod confusedly.

“I’ve got to get this thing done now.” He tells you, although he was talking mostly to himself. He gathers his tools in his hands, your eyes widening at the size of the needle in his fingers.

You instinctively close your legs as he circles closer to you once more, and he places his arm between them to cut your movement short.

“You want this piercing, don’t you?” He asks, voice low and gravelly. You nod, and he nudges your legs open.

“Keep yourself spread, and don’t wiggle around like that. It’ll hurt more if you do.” You close your eyes and toss your head backward against the chair as you feel his fingers dancing along your clitoral hood.

“Slight pinch, okay?” Jungkook grabs the needle, and even though your eyes aren’t open, you can almost feel it hovering over your body.

“Take a deep breath, and we’ll go on three.” You inhale slowly, your chest rising, as Jungkook begins his countdown.

“1…” He grazes the needle over your skin, and you twitch in the chair, your hands gripping the armrests for dear life.

“2!” He says, pressing the needle through your skin. Your eyes shoot open on contact and you squeal. Your legs do close against Jungkook’s warnings, but he forces his upper body between them to stop you from shutting them completely.

He slides the piece of jewelry through the small hole he’d just created, and you bite back a cry as he twists it around to make it sit more pleasantly.

“There, see?” He cleans up the small mess he’s created and disposes of his materials, the gloves following suit.

He instantly pulls his hair out of its bun, sliding the hair tie onto his wrists as he runs his fingers through his scalp.

“Where the fuck was three?” You scold him, as he reaches for a mirror off of the desk to hand to you.

“I never count to three. Take a look.” You grab the mirror from him and position it between your legs. This had to be one of the most awkward things you’d ever done in your life, but the piercing looked amazing.

You shifted a bit in the chair, the cool metal of it rubbing right against your clit.

You choke out a moan, regretting it as soon as you do.

“I’m so sorry, I just didn’t expect that to feel—feel the way it did.” You force the mirror back into his hands and hurry to get out of the chair, but a strike or soreness hits you right between your legs, and you’re right back on that chair where you started.

“I should’ve told you about the side effects, I suppose.” He watches in amusement as you struggle to even close your legs due to the new pressure applied to your clit.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, his jaw clenched as he examines your lower half while you try to contemplate whether or not you should get up again.

“That bad, huh?” He leans forward, his hair falling in front of his eyes as he places his elbows on his knees.

You shoot him a quick glance. God, he looked so good.

“Yeah, that bad.” You groan, deciding to just ask him if he would go grab your clothes for you.

“I know a trick or two that could get rid of the soreness.” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Really?” He nods slowly, standing and tucking his hands into his pockets.

What? Tell me, and I’ll really owe you one.”

“The first is taking pain killers, and going without underwear whenever you can.” You nod, taking note of his words.

He leans over to whisper into your ear, and you jolt at the close proximity.

“The second is letting me fuck you with my tongue.” He whispers, smirking at your cute little gasp in reaction to his words.

“I don’t get it.”

Oh, you definitely got it.

You understood him loud and clear, but you weren’t sure if you could handle an orgasm right now. The overstimulation would send you through the roof.

“Consider it an apology for breaking your zipper, and your appointment will be free of charge since I was a bit underprepared.” He walks to stand in front of you, and you quickly close your legs, ignoring the burn it takes to do so.

“What’s the catch?” You definitely weren’t going to say no to this offer. How could you?

“This is a bit of an informal setting, so, how about you let me take you out sometime? You know, properly.” You smile.

Today had taken a weird turn of events, but it worked in your favor.

“Sure, sounds nice.” You chuckle.

“Good. Now show me what I want to see, ________.” He retaliates, roughly tugging at your hips to pull you onto the edge of the chair, your ass hanging off of it as he holds you firmly in both of his hands.

”You have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart.” He pushes your legs apart, and you mistakenly spread yourself wider for him.

Jungkook immediately lands three harsh slaps onto your freshly pierced clit. You cry out, clawing at the chair. You could feel the material ripping under your nails.

Tears pool in your eyes. Sure, it was painful, but it felt so good.

“Holy shit.” You blurt, your legs already shaking. He rolls his eyes.

“You didn't think it would be easy, would you?” You can sense Jungkook’s resentment, as a sadistic smile toys on his face. You laugh nervously.

“I didn’t—fuck!” He lightly rubs his fingers over your clit. He was barely applying any pressure, yet you were thrashing around wildly. Your legs threatened to close around his head, but Jungkook had much more strength than you, so it was easy for him to position you how he wanted.

“Is your little pussy sensitive?” He feigned caring for you, widening his doe eyes as he noticed the tears in yours.

“Very, please.” You whine, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“That’s too fucking bad. You’re vulnerable, and you’re mine, baby.” He hooks your leg over his shoulder, gripping your hands off of the chair and slinging them into his hair.

“Pull my fucking hair.” He orders, lowering his face down to your cunt. You gather his locks in your hands and yank them, a bit harsher than you intended to, but this only seemed to spur Jungkook on.

“Fuck, it feels so good when you do that.” He growls against you as he takes your clit into his mouth, the piercing pressing against his tongue lightly. You moan weakly, your eyes screwed shut as he wraps his lips around the sensitive nub and flicks his tongue ferociously against it.

“That’s so good, Jungkook.” You praise him, one of your hands coming up to tangle in your own hair as he mumbles and moans against your pussy.

“I knew I could turn you into a desperate whore for me. Look at you, chasing my tongue with your hips.” He tsks, although he takes pride in degrading you like this. He enjoyed the way your body trembled after every word he spoke.

“Ask me if you can cum.” He throws one of his arms over your stomach, the other pushing your thighs apart as he slips his tongue inside of your warmth, aiming right for the spot that made you twitch in ecstasy.

“Please, shit, I’m so close. Please don’t make me wait.” You beg.

Jungkook is relentless with his tongue.

He slides it right underneath your clit and begins to flick upward, pushing the metal against the bud with every twist of his tongue.

“Cum, then.” He says, as he grazes his teeth across your clit with the lightest touch.

This was the last straw for you, and your back shoots off of the chair as you pull Jungkook’s head further between your legs, wanting to savor every moment of your orgasm before letting go.

He pulls away from you first, leaning over to thread his fingers through your hair. He presses his lips against yours, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. This sends a shiver down your spine.

Jungkook lets you go, before throwing his hair back up into a messy bun.

“I don’t care that I broke your zipper, actually. Your pants have a button.”

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sugar? (m.)

𓆩♱𓆪 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

𓆩♱𓆪 genre: horror, smut, just a bit of crack

𓆩♱𓆪 word count: 5k

𓆩♱𓆪 warnings: extremely heavy trigger warnings, cnc themes (reader does not consent to events that happen within the sexual scenes), aggressive behavior, 0 to 100 really fucking fast, murder / murder themes, language, etc.

𓆩♱𓆪 summary: it’s time to meet your neighbor.

———> a/n: i’m serious, this is some heavy stuff. do not read if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable. if you decide to read on, i hope you enjoy.

"Shit." This was the last box in your car, and you nearly tripped over yourself trying to push it into the corner. You slump over onto the floor, careful not to bust your ass on your way down. You'd been moving all day, you were starving, and your feet were on fucking fire.

You take a moment to catch your breath, pulling your knees up to your chest as you stare out into the hallway of your new room.

Yeah, you were moving. It had been forever since your last move, but this time, you had a roommate. You'd met her during your first year of college, and the two of you collectively decided to move off campus and rent an apartment together. Crazy decision, it appeared, but the two of you made it work.

You'd been extremely close to her since you met during orientation, and moving in together seemed like a step in the right direction.

"It looks a little bare." You snap your head up a bit, your roommate propped up against the doorframe with her hands on her hips. Not having the energy to carry a decent conversation, you nod once.

"Of course, we'll have to add decorations, give it the whole nine, and it'll look great." She continues on as she approaches you, and offers you her hand. You grab it, and she pulls most of your weight off of the ground on her own.

"It's so quiet here." You finally speak. It was the middle of the day, (on a Friday) when you two started moving your things in, and you hadn't seen a single person your age around the complex anywhere. You were beginning to think you'd moved into an area that might've been well known for housing old people.

"We just got here. We'll have to find out where the hot spots are later, after we've gotten comfortable with the place." You give a quick look around the room where all of your belongings sat, and you tsk.

"It might take a while for that." You respond. She nudges your side, and you shrug.

"You did get the bigger bedroom though. That's a start." She begins, examining the space where you two stood.

"It's also the room closest to the front door. If someone were to come in here, they'd kill me first, I'm certain." She laughs at your response, and walks in a small circle around you, motioning her head toward the window in the room.

"Maybe, or you could be luring someone into murder you by giving them the exact layout of your room." You follow her eyes, and notice that the blinds of the window were open.

"You know I didn't open them myself." You speak, walking over to the window to twist the rod and shut the blinds. You hated having the sunlight wake you up, and you were never the type to open them without reason. Especially considering that you were just moving in, opening the blinds was definitely not going to happen.

"I'm just fucking with you." She pauses, and you turn to face her again.

"Maybe." You shove at her shoulder, and walk past her to leave the room. She follows behind you, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments. It was as if you were both reminiscing on what your futures could hold here, together. You were still quite young, so anything could be subject to change, and you were okay with that.

One life, live it.

"We got everything moved in, that was the goal, I can't do anything else." Your friend hums in agreement from behind you, and you watch her glance toward the front door; probably to ensure that one of you had locked it beforehand. It was a habit she'd picked up from you. Of course, when you live in such close confinement with someone, you're bound to pick up some things from them. From her, you received the inability to flirt.

You always had that, though.

"I'm headed to bed. Wake up early tomorrow so we can be ready to head out and get some breakfast." Considering you just moved in, you had no food. Plus, you could hear a freshly cooked waffle calling your name. God, you were starving.

"Alright, see you in the morning. Love you." You return her sentiment, and the two of you part for the night. You could practically hear your mattress screaming for you to settle into it, and you were prepared to do just that.

----

Much to your dismay, you were still woken up by the sun peering at you through the blinds. Even though you'd closed them, the glare still managed to wake you from your sleep.

With an annoyed groan, you roll over onto your side, and grab your phone to check the time. It was 8:03 am.

Even though you'd wanted to wake up early, you forgot to set an alarm last night due to your tiredness. Maybe the sun wasn't such a bad thing, in that case.

No, it definitely was.

You roll out of your bed, and head into the bathroom to take care of your business. You take a shower, brush your teeth, wash your face, and doll yourself up for the day. You should have checked up on your roommate to make sure she was awake so you two could leave on time, but the thought slipped your mind. By the time you finished, it was 9:27 am.

You stand in front of your mirror to make sure you didn't have a hair out of place. Once you were sure you were content, you decide to peek into your best friend's room to make sure she was awake. When you heard the sink running, you nodded to yourself, and returned back to your bedroom.

Upon reentering your room, you hear faint talking outside of your window. It was loud enough for you to be certain that someone was there, but not distinct enough for you to understand what was being said.

You get closer to the window, and try to peer through the blinds without opening them. Upon realizing that you could not see a single thing, you open the blinds slightly, and quickly close them afterward.

You take a few seconds to rearrange your thoughts, before peeking through the blinds again.

Fuck.

There was someone there, absolutely.

At this stage of your life, you were still trying to decipher if you were really into men, but you were certainly into this one.

You couldn't see his face very well, but you did see a small, bushy tailed animal running around outside with him. After a few moments of long, hard staring, you were able to make it out as a cat.

God, you really hoped no one could see you looking through the blinds at this man like a weirdo.

He was attractive. He was wearing a black, loose shirt with a pair of black cargo pants, even though it had to have been at least 90 degrees. He had on thick, heavy black boots which probably added about three or so inches to his height. Even then, he was likely taller than you.

When he angled himself to face you, you could see what appeared to be a full sleeve of tattoos, or at least a half sleeve. You changed your position a bit, aiming to get a better view of his face. He had soft, full lips. When he opened his mouth wider, you saw a quick glimpse of metal before he closed it again.

God, did he have a tongue piercing?

He stopped moving for a moment, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. He stood completely still, and so did you. It wasn’t until you realized that he was walking closer to your window that you widened your eyes comically, and sank onto the floor with a quiet curse.

Silence.

It was so quiet.

You move to peek again, wondering if you scared the boy away, until you hear three light knocks against the window.

He knows, fuck. He definitely does.

Owning up to your decision to spy on him in the first place, you decide to pull the blinds up completely, lifting the window up as well, so there was no barrier between the two of you any longer.

Well, there was still the screen behind the window, but now, the two of you were face to face, and man.

He was so fucking cute.

He had an eyebrow piercing, long black hair that was a tousled mess (but he still managed to wear it well), and his features were probably sculpted by an angel that had too much time on their hands.

You wondered what you looked like at this moment; on your knees in front of your window, getting caught gawking at some random boy who just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

He picks up the cat with one hand, and the kitty meows softly, beginning to take gentle bites at his finger. He maintains firm eye contact with you, however, and you're wondering if he's about to question your choice of hobbies, when a large smile spreads across his face.

"You like cats, huh?" He says, and you resist the urge to widen your eyes again. He had such a distinct, boyish voice, which seemed to be a major contrast from his appearance. You appreciated the difference, though.

Seeing as he was the first person around your age you'd seen so far, you were trying your best to keep your cool, and avoid any further awkwardness.

"Uh, yeah. I do, I just didn't know there was someone else out there. Figured it may have been a stray." He hums as you speak and nods his head. He examines you for a moment, before silence falls over the two of you once more.

"I don't think I've seen you around before, and I'd remember if I had." You raise an eyebrow at this. Would he remember you because he found you attractive, or because there weren't many young adults around?

"Yeah, my friend and I just moved in yesterday, actually. Trying to settle into the place." You run your hands down your thighs. You desperately wanted to stand, but you'd be standing, talking to a headless body on the other side.

The stranger could sense this, it seemed, because he also raised an eyebrow at the way you were sat on the ground.

"It's pretty unfortunate that we had to meet through a window, isn't it? Stand up, you don't need to be on the ground. I'll bend down." He says, opening his arms to let the cat run free.

"Your cat won't run away?" You ask, causing him to laugh heartily.

"Nah, she loves me." You pull yourself up onto your feet slowly, and by the time you've adjusted your clothing, the boy is, in fact, bent over, tattooed arms pressed against the window, and his face as close to yours as it could get due to the barrier between the two of you.

"Are you from around here?" You shake your head.

"I went to a nearby college, but decided to transfer to an area that seemed more my style. I go to the local university here now." He nods as you speak, still keeping firm eye contact with you as you explain your move to him.

It might have seemed very odd that you were explaining the last few months of your life to some random boy, but that's essentially what it was like on campus, anyway. What's the difference?

"I just graduated from there last year. I'm down here for work now. I've moved constantly, and I'm looking to settle."

"What did you study?" You ask.

"Criminology." You nod slowly. In college, you learned quickly that a person's appearance does not equate to what they choose to study. Some of the most adorable people you knew studied some intense things.

"Congratulations on graduating then, uh..." You trail off.

"Jungkook."

"Right. Congratulations, Jungkook." He lets out a little laugh.

"What are you studyi--"

"Alright, I'm done. My makeup looks pretty good today, right? I tried that new lipstick I bought when we went to the store." Your best friend rummages into your room. You glance over your shoulder at her, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook has his eyebrow raised.

While you are distracted, he uses this time to glance around your room.

She joins you at your side, and nods her head over to the boy in front of the window. He waves at her, smile as pure as ever.

"Who's the dude?"

"Jungkook, I'm your neighbor down in C3." Your friend nods, giving you a look of suspicion before glancing toward him again.

"It's been a pleasure, Jungkook, but we've got to get going." You speak. Your friend nods, and he stands to his feet slowly, patting his thighs as the cat goes running up to his legs.

"I didn't catch your name." He states firmly.

"It's ________. That's Ivory, my roommate." He smiles softly. Ivory waves her hand at him.

"Pleasure to meet you ladies as well. Come and give me a knock if you ever need some sugar." You chuckle, and he does the same. With one final nod, he dismisses himself.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in, and turn around to face your roommate. She has an expectant look on her face, and one of her eyebrows is still raised.

"What? Meeting the neighbors was on our list of things to do." You state, as you push the latches on the window shut to lock it. Considering you weren't the type of person to be so forward, you surprised yourself at the interaction you just had.

She playfully rolls her eyes, and grabs your wrist. You reach for your purse and wallet on your bed quickly, before she has the chance to drag you out of the room.

----

You two spend the rest of the day out, buying little things to decorate the apartment (including curtains, so the sun wasn't glaring in your face in the mornings), little groceries, and whatever else you could remember. The sun was beginning to set by the time you returned home, and just like yesterday, you were beat, and so was your best friend.

You assumed that you would be all caught up on sleep by the time you woke up the next day, and your assumption proved to be correct.

Buying those curtains was a great decision, because you woke up on your own accord, and you were feeling great. Still, you were going to make yourself a cup of coffee, but you felt well rested enough to continue about your day and set some things up around your new place.

You head into the kitchen to grab a mug and your coffee grounds. While your machine works itself up, you look around the kitchen. Things were bare, so it didn't feel very 'homey' quite yet, but you were sure to fix that within the next few days.

As your roommate was still sleeping, you're careful not to make too much noise as you're preparing your coffee. Your stomach grumbles as it brews, and the smell slowly begins to fill the kitchen. Even though there was no sugar or creamer, it still smelled great. Either that, or you were hungry as hell.

Probably the latter.

After you've prepared your cup, you take a few quick sips, careful not to burn your tongue. You nod at the taste. This was exactly what you needed to get a head start on your day.

You'd just cleaned the kitchen of the little mess you made, when there's three knocks at your front door. They weren't loud, but they were firm. You're quiet for a second before the knocks pick up again, with the same intensity as before.

"Just a second!" You call out, wondering if your voice held as much confusion as your face did.

"Take your time." You knew that voice. It had only been a day, but you could register well enough.

You look through the peephole just to be sure, and sure enough, Jungkook is stood on your doormat with his hands tucked into his pockets, his head down as if he were looking at his shoes.

You unlock the front door, coffee still in hand, and you're met with a warm smile. You return it, though not as bright as his. It was early morning, or at least you thought. How he could have so much energy was beyond you.

"What's up?" You question, an eyebrow raised as you take another sip.

"Got any sugar?" You couldn't help but to laugh. Never in your life would you have imagined someone presenting you with that line.

As you continue to laugh, Jungkook smiles.

"What? I'm serious. I wanted to make myself a cup of coffee, but I'm all out of sugar. I see you've had the same idea." He says, nodding his head in your direction. You hum.

"Didn't you tell me to knock on your door if I ever needed sugar? Already failing to keep promises, are we?" You joke, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Besides, I just put it away. You're short by just a minute or two. Sorry about that." You joke, and he raises an eyebrow.

"If you aren't going to offer me the sugar, you could at least invite me in. Your coffee smells fresh." He taunts in return. Now, you raise an eyebrow.

You weren't opposed to the idea, but your roommate was sleeping. You would never knowingly invite someone over without telling her first, out of pure decency. He would have plenty of other chances to get sugar from you some other time.

"Fine, you got me. I'll give you the sugar, but I better see it back before the sun goes down." You turn away from the door as you finish your sentence, and walk back into the kitchen to grab the sugar for Jungkook.

When you return, he has a boyish smile on his face.

"Was hoping you'd welcome me in, but this is what I asked for, isn't it." You lean against the doorframe, and he stares at you for a moment with the sugar held in one of his hands.

There was a strong silence, but there was something eerie about it. A light breeze passes outside, and it tousles Jungkook's hair a bit, so only one of his eyes is visible to you now.

There was something so interesting about his face. He appeared to be pale, though he had a healthy glow about his skin that made him appear as if he were a real life mythical creature. He truly was carefully sculpted.

"Did you hear? The weather is supposed to get very bad tonight." You raise both of your eyebrows in surprise. You surely hadn't heard.

"No, I haven't heard that. I still get weather alerts for the old town I used to live in. Thank you for the heads up, though." He nods.

"If you have any candles, flashlights, or anything of that sort, go ahead and lay them out. Weather isn't bad here often, but when it is, it's terrible." You nod, as does he.

"Thanks for the sugar, _____. I'll be sure to pay you another visit to return it."

"Hope you do. You stay careful tonight too, by the way." He smiles, bows politely, and walks away with the sugar in hand. You close the door once he's out of sight, and think over your interaction.

There was something about that boy.

You down the rest of your coffee before it gets cold, wash out your cup, and start putting kitchen utensils away in the drawers. You and your best friend already agreed that she would tackle the living room, and you would handle the kitchen. By the time you were finishing up, which was about an hour or two after your interaction with Jungkook, she was beginning to stir in her sleep.

Moments later, she meets you in the kitchen with half opened eyes, and her tank top twisted around her breasts. You stifle a laugh, and place your hand over your mouth.

"Your titties are out."

"No they're not."

Instead of responding, you fix her top for her, and the expression on her face after you do so causes you to fall into a fit of laughter.

She rubs her face and sighs loudly.

"I need to head back out and grab a few more things for the living room. You want to come with me?" You shake your head.

"No, I need to finish up in here." You were nearly done, and if you left right now, you knew you weren't going to finish when you came back. She nods in understanding.

"Jungkook came by a while ago." You continue.

"Again? It's ten right now. Who wakes up that early?"

"He does, I guess. He took our sugar so he could make some coffee, but he also said that there was going to be bad weather later. So whatever you need to get done, have it finished before it gets late so you're not stuck in it."

"Sure, mom." You roll your eyes.

"I'm serious."

"I know, I'll be back before then." She says, and you nod.

About an hour later, she's out of the front door, and you're back to finishing the kitchen.

Once your feet are so sore that you're certain they'll burn if you continue to stand, you find that you're finished with the kitchen. Everything is in place, the kitchen decorations are set up nicely, and now, you're starting to feel a little more at home.

It hadn't been long since your friend left, and Jungkook still hadn't brought your sugar back. He was cute and all, but if he was that desperate for your sugar that he couldn’t even bring it back, he would've been on your hit list.

You were going to be by yourself for a few hours, so you’d use the time to do some self care.

You pour yourself a glass of sparkling water, run a bath, light some candles, grab your speaker, and a robe. If the weather was going to get bad anyway, you wanted to go ahead and get yourself clean to avoid showering in a thunderstorm, or possibly something worse.

You strip yourself of your clothing, slip into the bathtub, and close your eyes.

You successfully shaved, listened to a few songs, and performed some other self care acts, but you fell asleep soon after that. It wasn't your first tine falling asleep in the bath, but certainly the cold water around your body was not something pleasant to wake up to.

You drain the bath, and run a quick shower to remove any excess suds from your body. You blow out your candles, slip on your robe, and your slippers. Reaching for your phone that you set on the counter at some point, you check the time.

5:48.

She still wasn't home yet. She did text you a bit ago to check in, though, which you smile at.

You let her know that you're okay, and she needs to come home soon.

In the meantime, you apply a facemask, and sit on the couch to let it dry for thirty minutes.

You hear a loud crash of thunder just a few moments later.

So, the boy was right.

You were thankful that it didn't occur when you were sleeping in the bath, but now your main concern was you roommate. You just put your mask on, also. Worst case scenario, if the power went out, you'd have to wash it off with cold water.

You leaned over the couch to hit the light switch on the wall, and when the lights in the room didn't illuminate, you realized that you were, in fact, without power. You were sure they'd come back on within a few hours. Thankfully, most of the food you went shopping for earlier consisted of things that wouldn't expire without being refrigerated.

You planned ahead unintentionally, which you were thankful for.

Wait a second.

If the power was out...

You quickly stand to your feet and head to the front door.

Sure enough, it was unlocked.

Your front door locked electronically using a code, but specifically for instances such as these, there was still a manual lock.

You lock the door, and jiggle the knob a bit to ensure that you'd locked it.

This meant that when your roommate returned home, you'd need to open the door for her. You didn't think to tell her to grab the key before she left, but you wouldn't fall asleep without making sure she made it back safely first.

Remembering that you'd left your phone on the bathroom counter, you stumble around in the darkness to grab it. The screen doesn't light up, and you continuously click the power button on and off with silent curses under your breath.

You didn't charge your damn phone, the candles you'd lit from your bath were blown out and you don't know what you did with the lighter, you didn't get a flashlight out even though you were warned to, and you still had this damn face mask on.

Goddamnit.

Using careful steps and your sense of touch (by pressing your palms against the wall so you wouldn't trip and fall straight onto your fucking face), you make your way to the sink and wipe your face clean of the mask. You decide to let your skin air dry. It took you two years to make it to the sink alone, you didn't want to fish around for a towel.

Using the same carefulness as before, you step out into the hallway and feel around for the couch, grabbing onto the fabric until you can make out a seat.

You sit down with a loud sigh, and stare blanky into the darkness.

The power was out. Your phone was dead. You were fucked.

The only option you had was to wait for your roommate, so that's what you did. You sat, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of the only light source being the lightning strikes from outside, you register the sound of the front door being unlocked.

You don't remember her taking her key, but maybe she already had it in her purse.

The door opens.

"______?" She questions. You stand up, but you don't move toward her. There would be no use in the both of you stumbling around like idiots if neither of you could see anything.

"I wanted to call you, but I forgot to charge my phone. I'm just glad you're fucking back. I'm right in front of the couch." You say, relief flooding your veins.

There was shuffling, but otherwise, it was completely silent.

You assumed she was trying to make her way over to you. Her remaining quiet while doing so was a little out of character, but then again, you've never been in a power outage with her, and certainly not as her roommate.

"I'm right at the end here, you'll feel me once you make it to the arm." You speak to prevent silence from filling the room.

You feel a gust of wind brush past your face, and a presence in front of you. Even though you couldn’t see, it was simply one of those moments where you could feel someone standing there.

"Good, you found me. Look at you." You joke.

Still, silence.

"Don't just stand in front of me like a weirdo. Say something, come on." You laugh again, though there was a sense of uneasiness in your voice.

You silently reach for her hand, and when she intertwines her fingers with yours, you squeeze her hand. She was cold to the touch, but then again, she came home in the rain.

"Hello?" You call out emptily. The two of you would make a joke about things like that in horror movies, so you at least expected a laugh out of her.

And a laugh you got, but it was not from Ivory.

Seconds later, her hand is replaced with a larger, much firmer one.

"Ivory?" Your voice breaks.

Jungkook laughs before speaking,

"I'm afraid not."

You feel the urge to burst into tears.

"Get the fuck out of here, you fucking freak!" You scream, which earns you a slap to the cheek.

With a forceful push, your back is pressed against the couch cushions, and your bare pussy is exposed to the cold air of the room.

You immediately close your legs and try to keep quiet. Once he was close enough, you'd kick him in the fucking face.

As soon as you begin to prepare to lift your legs and get into the ideal position to whack your intruder in the nose, a hand is placed around your ankles, before cold metal follows afterward.

You scream, though Jungkook doesn't bother to shut you up anymore. He was very well aware that most, if not damn near all of the neighborhood that you two lived in consisted of the elderly, and even if their old ears did manage to pick up the sound of you screaming, none of them would do a single thing about it.

"I know, I know." Jungkook says, as if he were soothing a crying baby to sleep.

"You know," You can feel him shuffling once more, and much to your fright, you can feel his breath against the back of your thighs.

“You should do better research about the environments you choose to reside in. I’m the only other person your age around here aside from your roommate, and you don’t find that odd?” You thrash and jolt around as he angles your hips up a bit, so he could sit his head right underneath them. The more you fought, the more you expelled your energy, which would only end up in Jungkook's favor.

“You’re a stupid girl.”

Your fight or flight instincts had been engaged. You sure as hell couldn't fight, and running with cuffs around your legs would be impossible.

Your hands, however, were free.

You begin to swing your fists wildly into the area, though Jungkook is not close enough for you to actually land a hit. You arch your back up off of the couch, and stretch forward as far as you possibly can. You grab ahold of his hair, and pull as hard as you can.

This causes him to giggle wildly. The amount of energy you wasted trying to fight him back now catches up to you, and you fall back onto the couch with a loud thud. Simultaneously, Jungkook begins to spread your pussy lips with his fingers. Without hesitation, he buries his face in your cunt, as your cries, sobs, and screams reverberate off of the walls in the living room.

You were right about one thing, however. That little metal ball in his mouth was definitely a tongue piercing, and under much different circumstances, it could have been flattering on him.

He was disgusting.

Jungkook's tongue moves from your pussy, to your clit, and a few licks were given to your asshole. He consumes your juices as if he'd never eaten anything prior to this moment. His gruff moans and grumbles are barely heard as he continues to devour you like his last meal.

You cover your face in shame, your chest rising and falling quickly as you continue to scream and cry.

"When I saw you, I figured you would be loud. Look at that, mm," He replaces his fingers with his tongue as he continues to taunt you. At this rate, your cries begin to slow, and to your dismay, pleasure settles in.

"Let's make it quick then, honey." He presses his hand against your lower stomach, and you squeeze your eyes shut. You felt as if you were going to pee on him, and even if you had, maybe he would be prompted to get the fuck away from you and leave you alone.

Instinctively, you close your thighs in, though Jungkook keeps them spread apart. You release, making a mess of yourself, him, and your couch. He basks in this, talking you through your uncontrollable orgasm. His words just go into one ear and out of the other, your vision becoming blurry just a few moments afterward.

He removes his fingers from your cunt, and pops them into his mouth. You feel your ankles being freed of the cuffs, and Jungkook's large hand rubbing over the marks that were left there. You don't even have the energy to jolt away from him anymore.

You lay lifelessly for a few moments, not even reacting when the lights in your apartment come back on.

Jungkook grabs your chin and turns your head, to where you see your roommate's lifeless body, with a belt around her neck, and a piece of cloth in her mouth.

You shriek at the top of your lungs, and he stands.

"I'll bring your sugar back tomorrow."